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This time, I willingly join him in the tent with his kids and am secretly thankful for his presence. Anything or anyone is better than Michael. I’ll do good to remember that.
She wants me to have sex with her.
My sister.
I can’t fathom the idea of us together in that way, much less understand how I can make that happen for her.
Logan watches me like a hawk. It’s doubtful he’ll ever let me out of his sight long enough for me to fuck my sister.
Bile creeps up my throat. Are we really in this situation? Where I’m considering having sex—me, a gay man—with my sister so her first time isn’t with some rapist?
Fuck.
I am.
I have to. There’s no way I could let them take that from her. I just don’t know how to make that happen.
My mind drifts to Mom and Dad. They’re probably both dead. Would they roll over in their graves if their children had sex?
Yes.
Mom would come back alive just so she could strangle us.
The image of Mom, pissed and hollering, is still a better one than her being burned alive. I grimace at that thought, quickly pushing it away.
Logan clears his throat, forcing my attention back on him. I shift uncomfortably, feeling the hot reminders of every single lash he gave me last night on my ass. Kristen sits beside me, once again in a docile way, eyes down and quiet. I’m unable to keep from watching Logan as he walks on his knees closer to us, the light from the lantern in his hand swaying. He sets it down and gestures at my jeans.
“Time to check your bruises, pet.”
A fiery inferno swells inside my chest, but he quells it with one fierce glare. Shuddering, I do as I’m told, unfastening my jeans. I’m about to lie down when he shakes his head.
“Pull your boxers down where I can see and then I want you bent over, your face in the sleeping bag. While I check your wounds, I need to fuck my wife. We’re trying for a baby. Lucky for you, I can do two things at once.”
I study his hard features for a beat to see if he’s joking. He’s not. He’s absolutely not. In the light of the lantern, I feel more exposed and on display. But since I don’t want any more lashings, I shakily obey him, resting on my knees and elbows on my sleeping bag.
“Like this,” Logan grunts, firmly pushing on the middle of my back. “Keep your legs bent and your ass prone to me. Now pull down the boxers like I said.”
With my face now buried in the sleeping bag, I’m able to jerk them down without too much humiliation. His warm, calloused hand whispers over my ass cheek and he grunts as though he’s satisfied with what he sees.
“Don’t watch, pet. What happens between a man and his wife is sacred. Understand?”
I nod because I’m not about to disagree with him when I’m at such a disadvantage.
“Kristen. Come here.”
She yelps and I flinch. I can hear shuffling while they must be undressing. A piece of clothing lands on top of my head. I recognize the scent as Logan’s. I want to gag and tear it away but don’t dare do so.
“You’re never wet for me, wifey,” Logan complains. “Spit.”
Kristen spits and then I hear a slick sound. She then whimpers softly. Logan groans in pleasure.
“Make me come,” Logan orders. “You’re going to do all the work while I check on my pet.”
The steady sounds of sex can be heard. I try to drown it out, thinking of Raegan and Ryder instead. I’m immediately jerked from my happy thoughts when Logan’s thumb brushes along my ass crack.
The two of them continue, their bodies slapping together in a rhythmic cadence as Logan’s hand explores both my ass cheeks. He fingers certain bad bruises, pressing into them just enough to make me lose my breath as pain lances through me. Then, as though he truly cares, he gently caresses my flesh. His hand disappears and then it returns a second later.
A wet thumb slides back down my ass crack and stops right at my hole. I fist the sleeping bag, gritting my teeth so I don’t make a sound. Sweat breaks out over my flesh and my body flares with warning signals. Bracing myself, I tense, ready for an unwanted breach.
