I moaned my stepbrother’s name with another boy’s c**k in my ass.
That was the whole disaster.
The party was a bruise of bass under the floor. Reid had ignored the no-parties rule the second our parents left for the anniversary trip. My room smelled like cheap body spray and the lube I had put in his hand because I would not let him near the hole I was saving. He was behind me on the bed, jeans at his thighs, f*****g my ass in short messy strokes. I was on my knees. Face in the pillow. Tank top still on. He thought the wetness on my cunt was for him.
It was not.
I had gone downstairs an hour ago to tell Reid to turn it down. I had seen Knox first.
Gray sweatpants. Low. Thighs spread in a patio chair like the yard belonged to his c**k. The cotton was thin enough to insult me. Thick lin
