*Lacy’s POV*

My bully became my stepbrother. Ever since his mom passed away and his dad David married my mom Melina, we had been living under the same roof.

Last fall, when Kol went off to college, it was like finally being able to breathe. The house felt lighter without his presence looming in every corner. There were even moments where I missed Kol. He was not awful all the time, he could be funny and protective. Sometimes I could see a glimpse of the boy I used to be friends with.

I almost forgot how much I hate him until he returned when summer came. It had been three months after he returned now, and somehow, he was worse. He kept his eyes on me even more than he ever was before. He found new ways to needle me every day, with his friend Jim always tagging along, ready to snicker at whatever jab Kol throws my way.

Just like we were sitting at the long oak dining table now. My mom and stepfather were completely oblivious, but across the table, Kol was glaring at me as if trying to intimidate me, while his ever-present best friend, Jim, was smirking. I didn’t know what the joke was, but it was clear that I was the clown.

I tried to tell my mom about Kol but she brushes it off, saying,“Boys tease the girls they like.”As if that’s supposed to make me feel better.

It was gross, Kol was my brother.

My mom and David got married when we were high school, then Kol and David moved into our house. My mom was a famous actress, and our house was basically out of a lifestyle magazine. Now my tormentor slept in the bedroom next to mine.

Mom stood up pouring herself a glass of water, David was glued to his phone, and I was just trying to grab a slice of bread.

That’s when Kol decided to knock it out of my hand.

The piece fell onto the table with a softthud. He leaned closer, just enough for me to hear, and whispered, “Careful eating bread like that chubs. Or you’ll never lose your virginity.”

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught his friend Jim suppressing a laugh. David, as usual, was oblivious, now answering a call and walking out of the room.

“Asssole, I swear—” I hissed under my breath, but before I could finish I grabbed the bread and chucked it at his face.

He lifted a hand and deflects it into Jim's lap just as my mom spined around from the fridge and shouts, "Hey!"

“Lacy!” she scolded, her tone dripping with disappointment. “Come on, you’re 18, Stop being childish.”

Kol sat there, looking like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. He was always good at playing innocent in front of adults. I muttered something about not being hungry, picked up my plate, and stomped back to my room.

Melina rolls her eyes, and Kol and Jim snicker.

Lying on my bed later, I stared at the ceiling, still fuming. The subject of my virginity unfortunately came up earlier by him, and now I was pretty sure I wouldl never hear the end of it.

I tried to carve out a little peace for myself in the afternoon. The sun was warm, and the lounge chair by the pool called my name. I brought my Kindle outside, hoping to soak up some rays and escape into a good book.

But, of course, Kol and Jim showed up.

They cannonballed into the water, sending waves crashing against the edges of the pool and onto my legs. I glared at them over the top of my sunglasses. I know they want to bother me but I take a breathe and ignore them, burying myself in my book.

It was just getting to an interesting part. The protagonist was having an affair with her boyfriend’s father, and the tension practically crackled on the page.

My cheeks flushed a little as I read, though I told myself it was just the heat.

Eventually, disappointed that I wasn't paying them enough attention, they'd gotten out of the pool and each taken a lounge chair on either side of me, turning to face me with mischievous smiles.

“Whatcha reading, Lacy?” Kol’s voice pulled me out of the story. I glanced up to find him dripping wet and grinning down at me.

“Nothing you’d understand,” I muttered, shifting the Kindle slightly to hide the screen.

Kol wasn’t buying it. He leaned closer, his voice mock-sweet. “Come on, don’t be shy. Is it a romance? Or...” He paused, his grin turning wicked. “Something spicier?”

“No” I shook my head quickly, even if I was reading the the part where heroine was making out with her boyfriend’s dad. Awkward.

But Jim, ever the opportunist, leaned over and snatched a glance at my Kindle before I could lock the screen. His eyes widened, and he let out a low whistle.

“Oh man, you’ve got to hear this,” Jim said, loud enough to make my soul cringe. Then, in a dramatic, booming voice, he read aloud, “His hands traveled down her body, lingering at the small of her back before dipping lower. His horny voice sounded at her ear‘Dirty girl, are you wet for me?’”

Lacy’s POV

“Jim, shut up!” I practically shouted, trying tosnatch the Kindle out of his hands but I failed.

Kol leaned back in his chair, water dripping from his messy curls, his smirk as sharp as ever. He looked far too pleased with himself, like he’d uncovered some grand secret.

“Lacy, seriously? You’re readingeroticliterature?” Kol teased, his voice dripping with mock disbelief. “You should rather watch it, you know. It’s more fun.”

My face burned as I snatched the Kindle out of Jim’s hand before he could take another look. “Shut up! It’s not erotic,” I shot back, clutching the device like my life depended on it. “It’s dark romance. What would you know about it.”

Kol’s laughter grew louder, his head tilting back. “Dark romance?”

“It’s... complicated. It’s about emotions and trust and—”

“Yeah, trust,” Jim cut in, miming air quotes with a sly grin. “And a whole lot ofhands traveling down bodies.” He wiggled his eyebrows and leaned back.

Kol snorted, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief. “Oh, come on, Lacy. Don’t pretend. You’re into all that steamy stuff because you’ve never actually experienced it.” He cocked his head, his smirk growing wider. “Am I right?”

My cheeks burned hotter than the sun overhead. “That is none of your business,” I snapped, clutching my Kindle to my chest like it could shield me from their teasing.

But Kol’s words hit too close to home, and my obvious embarrassment was like blood in the water. Jim made an exaggerated kissing sound, followed by an obnoxious smirk. “She’s blushing! You totally nailed it, man.”

“I’m not blushing!” I protested, though my traitorous face said otherwise. My fingers tightened around the Kindle as Kol and Jim burst into another round of laughter.

“You know,” Kol said, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he stared me down. “It’s not a big deal, Lacy. Everyone has their... curiosities. But reading about it doesn’t exactly count as experience.”

I couldn’t stand another second of their mocking grins. Without a word, I spun on my heel and marched toward the house, ignoring the sound of their laughter following me all the way to the door. Slamming it behind me, I leaned against the wall, letting out a shaky breath.

Later that evening, I video-called my bestfriend Nancy on Zoom. Seeing her wide grin instantly lifted my mood. Nancy was the only one who had stuck by me since kindergarten. She was more than just a friend—she was my anchor.

“What’s up, Lacy? You look like someone just stole your pocket money.”

I told her everything.

“You lucky bitch!” she teased, holding her hands up. “Honestly, though, you’re living the dream. I mean, think about it. Two hot guys under the same roof, teasing you constantly? It’s like one of those bullies-to-lovers stories we’re obsessed with.” Nancy was wild, outrageous, and outspoken, with a sense of humor that was my favorite thing about her.

“God please, stop it.” I rolled my eyes. “Do you have any idea what it’s like to live with those two? It’s not a romance novel—it’s a nightmare.” “Sure, sure,” she said, waving me off. “But come on. Kol and Jim are tall, athletic, and ridiculously good-looking. I bet half the girls in high school would kill to trade places with you.”

I could admit that both of them were undeniably handsome. Back in high school, they towered over everyone else. When they walked down the hallways, kids parted before them like gods.

Beyond their height, they were both muscular from years of sports. Both had dark hair and classically striking features. Kol’s hair was thick and tended to get wavy if left unstyled, while Jim’s was straighter and even darker. Kol had piercing blue eyes and sun-kissed skin; With black eyes, and faint freckles sprinkled across his nose, Jim could almost pass for someone sweet—if you didn’t know him. There were always girls vying for their attention.

But I was sure of that, neither Kol nor Jim were virgins.

“So, about Kol and Jim... are they still ridiculously hot? I mean, just for research purposes.”Nancy stuck out her tongue, then leaned forward eagerly.

“Research?” I raised an eyebrow.

“For the podcast!” she said, clapping her hands. “Our episode on bullies-to-lovers romance. You know, we could totally use you as a case study.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” I said, sitting up straight.

Nancy shrugged, “Anyway, let’s get started on the episode. I’ve got my notes ready.”

The podcast had become a creative outlet for both of us over the past few months. It started with a shared obsession over a Nora Roberts novel I found in my mom’s collection. From there, we discovered dark romance and fell headfirst into the genre. Obscenity, as Nancy called it, was an art form—and we were its devoted students.

“Fine,” I said, pulling out my laptop and adjusting my microphone. “But no personal anecdotes about me.”

Nancy gave me an exaggerated pout. “You’re no fun.”

I rolled my eyes and hit record. “Welcome back toHearts Unhinged,the podcast where we dive into the steamiest, dreamiest, and sometimes darkest corners of romance novels. I’m Lacy, and joining me, as always, is Nancy.”

“And today,” Nancy chimed in, “we’re tackling one of the hottest tropes in romance: bullies-to-lovers.” she continued, “We've actually got the perfect real-life tie-in”

“God no”I groaned.

“Oh yes, not only is my best friend Lacy living with the most handsome man she’s ever met, but she’s also practically besties with his equally sexy sidekick.’ It’s gold!"

Lacy’s POV

I shot her a warning look through the video call. “Nancy, don’t even start—”But i was not worry about becasue I did editing, so I could take it out later.

“Oh, come on,” she interrupted with a sly grin. “Lacy here has not one, but two ridiculously attractive guys under her roof, Kol and Jim teasing her every chance they get. Sounds like a steamy romance novel to me.”

“God” I snapped, glaring at her through the screen. “Here's an important detail: Kol is mybrother.”

“Stepbrother,” Nancy corrected, her grin widening. “And Jim isn’t related to you at all. Just saying.”

I groaned, covering my face with my hands. “This is not going on the podcast.”

Nancy leaned closer to her mic, addressing the imaginary audience with a playful tone. “Fun fact: Lacy once told me—and I quote—that if given the chance, she’d consider a relationship with one of them.”

“That wasconditional!” I protested, mortified.

Nancy wasn’t done. “But now, Lacy,” she continued, grinning like a Cheshire cat, “which one is it? Kol or Jim?”

My cheeks burned as I scrambled for damage control. “If Ihadto pick,” I muttered, glaring at her, “it’d be Jim. Because Kol is mybrother.”

Nancy laughed. “Stepbrother. And don’t act like you don’t think about it. Admit it, Lacy. If the chance came up, you’d totally sleep with one of them.”

Whatever. I’ll just delete all of this later.

Before I could say anything else, the bathroom door connecting my room to Kol’s burst open with a bang. Kol and Jim walked in, laughing like they’d just heard the punchline of the world’s funniest joke.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Kol said, his voice dripping with amusement. “A little pornographic podcast? Didn’t peg you for that kind of content creator, Lacy.”

I froze, my stomach sinking. “What are you doing in my room?” I demanded, my voice shrill.

Nancy, still on the call, cursed under her breath. “Do they not knock?” she hissed.

Kol ignored her, waving at the screen. “Hi, Nancy,” he said flippantly, his smirk growing wider. “Enjoying the show?”

Jim, trailing behind him, chuckled. “We sure are. Caught the whole thing. Dark romance this, stepbrother that. What a juicy conversation.”

“You were eavesdropping?” I snapped, my embarrassment giving way to anger.

Kol shrugged, leaning casually against my desk. “Not our fault you were practically shouting. Thin walls, Lacy.” His eyes narrowed slightly, a teasing glint sparking in them. “Did I hear you right, though? You wnat to sleep with your brother and your brother’s bestfriend?”

“Stepbrother!” Nancy yelled through the screen, but Kol ignored her completely.

Jim, meanwhile, was busy rummaging through my bookshelves, pulling out one of my novels. “What’s this?” he asked with mock curiosity, flipping through the pages. “Another one of your steamy reads?”

“Put that back!” I moved toward him, but he held the book out of my reach.

“Whoa there, dirty girl,” Jim teased, smirking. “You’re all worked up. Relax, you’ll ruin your book if you get it all... soaked.” He winked as Kol burst out laughing.

I flushed, mortified. “You’re disgusting!” I tried to grab the book, but Kol stepped in, intercepting me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Hold on, Lacy,” he said, his grin pure mischief. “Let’s see what you’ve got here.” He plucked the book from Jim’s hand and began reading aloud in a dramatic voice.

“His fingers trailed down her spine, igniting a fire wherever they touched. She gasped his name, trembling as he whispered promises of pleasure—”

“Stop it!” I shouted, trying to snatch it back, but Kol effortlessly dodged me, his laughter growing louder.

“Enough!” I screamed, but it was like yelling into a void.

And then, as if their teasing wasn’t enough, Kol and Jim crossed a line I didn’t think eventheywould.

With a loud rip, Kol tore the page he’d been reading clean out of the book. “Oops,” he said, smirking.

My heart dropped. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice trembling.

Jim grabbed another book from the shelf and tore it in half, the spine cracking like a cruel taunt. “Just cleaning up, Lacy,” he said mockingly.

“You—you can’t just—stop!” My voice cracked as I tried to grab the remains, but they were too fast.

Kol tossed the shredded pages onto the floor, dusting his hands like he’d just done a good deed. “There. Much better.”

The two of them turned to leave, their laughter echoing behind them. “Thanks for the entertainment, Lacy,” Kol called over his shoulder. “And good luck with your little podcast.”

The door slammed shut, leaving me standing in the middle of the wreckage.

I stared at the pieces of my books scattered across the floor, my chest tight with rage and humiliation. A lump formed in my throat, and before I knew it, tears were streaming down my face. It wasn’t just about the books—It was more about the atrocity of the action. The way they made me feel so small, so powerless.

Nancy’s voice broke through the silence. “Lacy... are you okay?”

I wiped my face roughly, sniffing. “No. I’m not.”

“Listen to me,” she said firmly. “What you allow is what you encourage. You have to fight back.”

Her words echoed in my head as I stared at the mess around me. She was right. This had gone too far. I wasn’t going to let them walk all over me anymore.

I thought about Kol, he loves comics—practically worshiped them. And I remembered something else: his prized comic book collection.

Quietly, I crept toward the bathroom door connecting our rooms. Kol always kept his collection in the closet near his desk.

My heart pounded as I slipped inside his dark room, the faint scent of his deo hitting me instantly.

Well, time for revenge.

Kol pov

When Jim and I headed downstairs, we ran into Melina.

"Was that Lacy screaming?" she asked, her eyes narrowed, knitting her brow.

"Naw, she was just on a call," I said, casually. Melina glanced at me for a moment in quiet skepticism but then shrugged.

"Your dad and I are going over to the Browns for dinner. We'll be back late so don't wait up. You two have fun" She briefly smiled then turned and went on her way.

“Will do.” Going to the Browns' meant they wouldl be out late; the Browns were huge drinkers.

Turning to Jim, I said, "We've got the house to ourselves, dude. Movie room?"

"Hell yeah," Jim answered.

We went to the refurnished basement, that was filled with staggered chairs and a massive screen. There was even a popcorn machine in the back. This most certainly wasn't the life I'd had before Dad met Melina. We couldn't even get a swimming pool much less a personal movie room.

We sank down in the seats. Pulling up the channel selection I perused the variety of genres. I rested my cheek in my hand, slumping down and exhaling.

“Lacy is hot” Jim got up to get whiskey.

“I know.”

My thoughts went to lacy’s shapely body. She certainly had filled out in the last year. But since I had come back home I couldn't get over how much she was changed. I could't stop thinking about her body.

I could hear the liquid filling the glass as I searched for something entertaining but nothing was on. Jim's quiet footsteps were behind me as he tapped my shoulder, then handed me the glass. Sliding into the seat beside me, I glanced at him.

“Can you believe she reads porn books all the time?”

Jim let out a short laugh. “Yeah, she’s got her secrets, doesn’t she?”

Between my legs began to stir as I pictured Lacy sunbathing by the pool. Earlier she'd been swimming and the way her suit suctioned to her body left little to the imagination.

"Let’s watch a hot movie" Jim said, snatching the remote from my hand.

"Yeah," I answered without hesitation as I took a large mouthful of whiskey.

This was something we had done in this movie room a hundred times before—and not just that. Jim and I had been best friends since we were kids, and we were alike in so many ways.

Soon he was clicking on subscription only sites with a threesome movie. We has an agreement that when we watch porn together we had to choose one video and watch it all the way through. We couldn’t skip through clips the way we might if we were alone.

Jim held the remote out, pressing play. Sitting up more attentively, I stared at the screen. A girl was being bent over by two men at a time.

I unzipped my jeans and pulled out my dick. I could feel the wiskey making me light-headed and relaxed and when I wrap my hand around my cock it jerks stiffly.

“I really need to come” I said, Jim looked at me understandingly.

No one was closer to me than Jim, and part of the reason was that we could share this together.

When we were thirteen, we made a discovery at summer camp that changed our friendship. Both of us recently discovered masturbation, and we could barely contain ourselves. It was only a matter of time before we acted on each other’s impulses. From that moment on, we realized that we could amplify this new and incredible sensation as long as we helped each other. Mostly with our hands, and we developed a secret little habit that belonged to just for us.

But we both identify as straight. Through the years this extra benefit to our friendship had always been in the background.

“Need some help?” Jim asked.

“Yes.”

I moved my hand away, gripping the armrests of the seat, as he reached over and started stroking my diick for me.

My mind wandered back to Lacy’s Kindle, to the scandalous excerpt Jim had read aloud. I’d caught the way her cheeks turned pink, how she fumbled for words, and the way her voice shook when she denied it. She was embarrassed, sure, but there was something else in her expression—a flicker of curiosity, maybe even longing.

I hadn't actively thought about her like this even as I tried to focus on the porn star's moaning, it wasn't enough to pull me away from thoughts of Lacy.

"You think she gets all wet reading that stuff?" I asked, my breathing picking up. It was a spontaneous thought that I didn't expect to say out loud. My heart was racing now.

"I know she does," Jim said as he squeezed faster "She plays all innocent but she's drop dead gorgeous. She could have a hundred different guys, but she chooses to wear a chastity belt and read smut instead."

I didn’t know if Lacy fooled around with any of her friends. She was definetly the virgin. But that didn't mean that she haven't tried kissing, or even touching.

I pictured Lacy alone in that room, reading those stories, and touching herself, asking me to help teach her about sex-turning to her big brother for guidance, and obediently doing everything I ask.

Fuck. I couldn’t control to imagine her kneeling in front of me, begging for my cock.

Kol's POV

  

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I breathed. I felt fucking amazing, and I was getting close. Suddenly, a flash reflected on the screen, something clattering on the floor, followed by a loud bang. I jolted, and my dick went flaccid almost immediately. 

 

“Shit!”

I caught sight of Lacy’s pale face from shock before she hurried out of the room.

 

Jim had a complicated expression on his face when I looked at him questionably, I was doubting who I saw obviously.

 

“It's Lacy, she just walked in” Jim confirmed, tucking himself away. 

 

I got up, painfully trying to stuff my erection into my pants, and canter awkwardly towards the door as if I just got off a horse. I didn't think we were doing anything wrong, it’s twenty-first century after all but it was the first time someone walked in on me with my dick in my hand. 

Fucking Lacy. I couldn’t even believe I had to deal with this.

And to think that it was person I had in mind while chasing my climax. I felt awkward, but my dick didn't_nor did Jim.

 

Lacy was standing still in front of the door, a petrified expression on her face. She looked like she had just witnessed a disgusting murder scene instead.

 

Our parents were not home but I thought I was exposed, so I pulled Lacy into the movie room.

 

“What the fuck Lacy?” I asked, trying to play cool. 

 

“Oh, I-I didn’t-” She stammered.  

Just then, I noticed the rather familiar box on the floor. 

 

I looked down at it. The top was open and it was full of comic books.

I guess there were my comic collection but mine were neatly filed away.

 

“What is this?” I asked Lacy.

“N-Nothing” She stepped back.

 

I grabbed her wrist as her eyes glanced at the movie screen where they started to get fucking. “What is in the box Lacy? What didi do to my collection?” I asked again.

 

She looked up and took a breathe. Her gaze locked on me, saying firmly “That’s your comic books”, she kicked the box angrily. Some books were slipped outside of the book. Just then I noticed, my priced precious collection was in shreds with no hope of saving them.

 

My comic books that I had been collecting my whole life and intended to sell them one day. It was worthy thousands of dollars.

“Lacy, tell me you didn’t do it” I was trying really hard to reign the rage brewing in me. 

 

Lacy's pale face flushed with a pinkish hue, her eyes darting between the movie screen and me.

 

“I did it” she admitted, her hands clenching as she tried to put on an unfazed expression, staring back at me.

 

“Why will you fucking do this?!” my jaws clenching hard in anger and disdain.

 

“You ripped my books first you asshole!” Lacy shot back, her brave demeanor wavering at the sexual sounds coming from the screen.

 

“That are just normal books. But this are over ten rare books you destroyed” Jim joined in and stepped between us, ready to hold us apart. 

 

”It is worth more than your ridiculous overpriced collection” Lacy shot back at me, ignoring Jim.

 

“It's worth every penny of the thousands of dollars I paid for it” I disputed, stopping myself from choking that attractive neck of hers that was bare.

 

“You started it! I don't care how much it's worth” Lacy sassed, she didn't back down even though she looked like she wanted to disappear from the room.

 

“Really?” a dry chuckle escaped my lips. I moved closer causing her to step back until her back hit the door. 

 

“Fuck Yes” Loud moans filled up the silence that washed over us.

 

“You guys are too nasty.” Lacy scolded under her breath.   

“We just watch a steamy movie, we don't have a podcast about it.”

She turned to leave but I grabbed her wrist again. 

“Move”

 

“No. You have to redeem yourself for what you did” I pointed at my destroyed books on the floor not giving room for her to refute. 

 

The movie was still on, the sound of skin slapping reverberated.

 

Lacy wanted to force her way out but I easily overpowered her, holding her slender wrist in place.

 

“Let go of me!” she snapped, her chest heaving up and down. She pulled her arm harder now, and I wrenched her forward, until she was only inches away from me. Jim stepped back.

 

“Those comix books you destroyed are worth thousand of dollars.”

 

“No they are not!” Her breasts bounced in her top as she moved and I had to admit I enjoy watching her struggle. 

 

Kol's POV

“Yes, they are. These worth about five thousand dollars are limited production. How do you intend to compensate my loss?” I demand after she gave up struggling to leave.

“You have more money than I do!” That was true. I had been saving money, while Lacy spent everything. Because I didn’t have a rich mom.

“Listen here pretty mouth, that's a lot of money for me and I used it to get these because they are precious to me, so it’s going to cost you 5 thousand dollars” I made sure to emphasize every word I spoke out.

“There’s no way. Forget it.”

Lacy breathed out shakily.

“That was bought after years of saving. I can't let it go, and so you will pay for it” I proclaimed and pulled her away from the door to the seating area. I didn't have a clear plan, I just want to piss her off, but she lets me push her down into a seat. She didn't get up and run when I sit down beside her.

“Lacy, you can't watch this, but you can hide in your room and read those books and talk about steamy stuff on that podcast of yours.” I said, bringing my face close to hers.

"It's not-" she starts, but I touch my hand to her mouth, silencing her. "Shh."

It was oddly arousing to touch her. I never had, not like this, and I was so close to the side of her face I could smell her. The chamomile scent mixed with a hint of feminine scent was arousing.

"You think you can just come in here, drop off your little message and leave No way. You're going to pay for what you did." I get an idea. "We're all going to watch a movie together and see if you get turned on. Then we'll know for sure if you're a slvt." I lift my eyes to Jim. "Put on another thresome video."

Jim quickly picked up the remote and skimmed through to pick a new p0rn to watch.

"You need to watch the whole video without looking away once," Jim said, and I loved his ingenuity. I quickly nod in agreement.

"Okay" Interestingly she didn't argue.

“Have you ever watched it?” I asked while Jim was still looking for what we would be watching. I wasn't too surprised when she nodded, her face practically red.

“Found the perfect one.” Jim exclaimed and took a seat on the other side, Lacy in our middle.

“You are not allowed to look away, not once” Jim instructed just as the movie started.

Unexpectedly, she said nothing. Her eyes were on the screen, intentionally ignoring us.

I let my gaze trail down her body.

God, she turned on.

I turned back to the screen, but I was acutely aware of Lacy beside me. Every breath, every blink of her eyes; all my attention is attuned to her.

“How are you feeling?” I asked her.

"Fine," she answers, with a touch of defiance, then, quietly. "Good." Xan and I grin at each other and high-five over her head.

I slip my arm around her shoulder and bend down towards her, breathing softly on her neck as I murmur. "I will admit that you're sexy, Hailey.

I slip a finger under the spaghetti strap of her tank top and toy with the idea of pulling it down. She slaps my hand.

"Stop it," she says.

"I can't." I shake my head. "This movie's getting me hot. I was just about to come earlier, but you ruined it."

"So I noticed." She flicks her eyes to me but doesn't turn her head, adding softly, "I don't care, you know."

I can't help but laugh. "You think I care what you think " She doesn't say anything.

"We just fool around sometimes when we want to get off. And I really needed to after reading your books. Now I'm frustrated because of you, Hailey."

On-screen, the woman moans loudly as one of the men moves over her and slides his diick into her.

"So what do you want me to do about it " she asks, and for a moment the room is completely quiet except for the huffing and puffing on-screen.

It was Jim who broke the silence. "Come to Kol’s room, we will teach you." he said, trying to grab her hand but I stopped him.

“Right here.” I took Lacy’s hand, “you can help us now.”

Lacy's cheeks went red, and I felt the heat burn from me.

For a second, she didn't move, and neither did I.

How I wished she would reach out and grab his diick, while I stayed put and just wished she would. When she did, I almost groaned.

"That’s it." Jim clasped his hand over hers and guided her hand up and down around his stiff diick.

Watching the scene made me almost release in my pants. Lacy was a blushing mess, her mouth slightly opened as she panted lightly whilst following Jim's movement with her eyes.

"Yes, stroke my diick for me" Jim lulled his head back in ecstasy.

My best friend leaned his head back, closing his eyes while my sister jerked him off, and it was so hot I couldn’t stand it.

I was right at a line, and once I crossed it, everything changed.

But I didn't think I can help it. The truth was, I told myself, I was always going to cross this line. I just didn't know when.