RILEY

The tension in the cabin was thick enough to choke on. Roland had been watching us like a hawk since the bathroom incident. Every time Jax and I were in the same room, my brother’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t stupid. He’d known Jax for years. He knew that dark, hungry look his best friend got when he wanted something.

I tried to act normal. I really did. But Jax’s cum was still inside me from the bathroom quickie, slowly leaking into my fresh panties as I helped Mom set the table for dinner.

After we ate, Roland cornered Jax on the back porch while I pretended to read by...