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  My mind is still in dreamland and I find it difficult to piece together the events of the previous evening. I don’t remember when I came back to the room, nor do I remember Carter coming home and joining me. Everything in my body feels off. The blankets feel strange against my skin and the pillow isn’t as thick as I remember.

  My eyes peel open, temporarily blinded by the sunlight above me. My breath catches in my throat and I suddenly realize why everything about Carter’s bed feels strange.

  Because it’s not Carter’s bed.

  I’m in a different room.

  This is Seth’s room.

  Why am I in Seth’s room?

  I look over my shoulder and see Seth’s sleeping face.

  Why am I in Seth’s bed??

  I lift the bedsheets to see my naked body. I hesitate before glancing over at Seth’s. His flaccid cock rests against his thigh with a used condom still stuck to it.

  “Oh, fuck…” I whisper. My hand flies to my head and I immediately regret the decision as headache pain shoots down my neck. A quick reflex makes me grab his resting hand and toss it back at him. It flops onto the bed between us and I try to roll off, but the blankets are so tightly wound around us, I can’t move.

  Seth’s eyes open softly and he sees my panicked face. “Hey…” he says.

  “Hey? Hey? That’s all you have to say at me, you creep?!” I speak with a hushed whisper.

  “What are you talking about?” He shifts in the sheets.

  I sigh. “Wake the fuck up.” I reach out and slap his face.

  “Ow!” he shouts.

  “Shh!” I bring my finger to my lips.

  “Calm down,” he says.

  “What am I doing here?!” I ask.

  He sits up on his elbow. “You don’t remember?”

  “No,” I say.

  “Man, you’re a lightweight. You barely drank anything.”

  “Then you obviously slipped me something!” I accuse.

  “Knock it off,” he says. “Relax. I didn’t drug you. This was consensual.”

  “Well, I highly doubt that!” I say.

  “Remember the party?” he asks.

  “Yes.”

  “And the beer?”

  “Yes.”

  “And spin the bottle?”

  I pause. My memory begins to take form in my mind. “… Yes.”

  “Okay,” he says with a yawn. “And after that?”

  I search my memory. “I spun the bottle on you like four times.”

  “Yep.”

  “Oh, my god!” I cover my face. “We kissed in front of everybody.” I remember the feeling of his lips pressed against mine and the rush of warmth blending with my senses, running down my body, and igniting the fire in my womb. I can still hear the cackling of laughter and voices around us.

  “You bent over and whispered in my ear that you’d wanted this for so long,” Seth says.

  “I did?” I ask. I remember the act itself. I leaned over against his body. My lips grazed his ear. “No, I didn’t.” My instinct has always been to deny this piece of me.

  “Yes, you did.”

  “Did anyone else hear it?” I ask.

  He chuckles. “No, no one else heard it.”

  “I don’t understand…” I say. “You were okay with this?”

  He nods.

  “But you hate me.”

  “I don’t hate you,” he says. “I never have.”

  My memory breathes new life. I remember the whole night and every single thing that happened. Once all the guests had cleared out, Seth walked up to me, held my face, and kissed me again.

  “I’ve always had a thing for you, Mina,” he says. “I just… wasn’t allowed to do anything about it.”

  “Holy shit…” I whisper.

  “I pushed you away in every way possible—”

  “Oh, my god…”

  “And, according to what you said last night, the feeling is mutual.”

  I nod my head as I listen to his words. “Okay…”

  “It’s still mutual, right?” he asks.

  I take a deep breath. After all these years of forcing myself to feel differently about him, I’m finally about to face my feelings head on. My chest burns. My fingers tremble. My throat feels dry like I’m swallowing dust.

  “Mina?” he asks.

  “Yes,” I say. “Yes, it’s mutual.”

  The door opens quickly — far too quickly to react.

  “Hey, Seth, have you seen Mina—”

  My hands grip the blanket and twitch, as if I’m about to pull it over to conceal my face, but it’s too late. Carter’s eyes look into mine and a gaze of pure confusion settles on his face.

  “Whoa — what the fuck?”

  Seth sits up next to me. He raises a hand. “Carter — I’m sorry — but this is exactly what it looks like.”

  “Seth?!” I cry. I hold the blanket against my body like a shield and stare at Carter. “Carter, I’m sorry. The party last night got kind of crazy.”

  “You don’t have to make up excuses, Mina,” Seth says to me. “We’re adults.”

  Carter steps in closer and sits down slowly on the edge of the bed. I can’t decipher the look on his face. It sits somewhere between extreme depression and stunned anger. His eyes linger on the floor. “This is just…”

  “Did you just come home?” I ask him.

  “No, I got in hours ago,” he says with a soft voice. “You weren’t in bed, so I figured you went to a friend’s or something because of the party.”

  I nod my head, feeling very awkward about the whole situation. I want nothing more than to run to my room and find some clothes.

  “I thought you two hated each other.” I can barely hear his voice through his mumbling lips.

  “So did I,” I say, my eyes flicking up at Seth’s face.

  “Listen, Carter,” Seth begins. “Some truths came out last night and…” He pauses for a moment, moving over a little to try and see Carter’s face. “Mina and I are in love.”

  “Whoa — wait — hold on,” I break him off and throw up my hands. Two pairs of eyes shoot at me and I feel very, very exposed. “I’m gonna need some time to process this whole… thing…” I whip around and throw my feet to the floor.

  “What’s going on, Mina?” Carter asks.

  “But it’s true—” Seth says. His fingers latch onto my arm, holding me in place on the bed. “You can tell him the truth.”

  “But that’s not—” I stutter off as I gently yank my arm back. I keep an iron grip on the sheet and hold it against me as I roll off the bed. Carter stands up to allow the sheet to go with me and I struggle to right myself in my new cotton cocoon.

  “This wasn’t just a one time thing, Mina,” Seth says.

  “Yes, yes, it was,” I say.

  “Will somebody please explain to me how my girlfriend ended up in bed with her brother?” Carter asks.

  “Stepbrother,” Seth and I correct him at the same time.

  “Okay, whatever. Stepbrother. Doesn’t stop it from being weird.”

  “We know,” Seth says. “But things change.”

  Carter turns to me. “Mina, is this what you want?” he asks.

  My head is spinning. My emotions pull me in opposite directions, refusing to let me go no matter how badly I try to rid myself of the conflict.

  “Mina?” Seth asks from the bed.

  I’m stuck in time. I wish for a black portal to appear in the carpet below me and send me into an alternate universe.

  “Mina?!” They both say again.

  “Nope!” I say with closed eyes. “Not doing this.”

  I turn around quickly and run out of the room. The sheet trails behind me, dragging along the floor as I race into the other bedroom and slam the door.

  ***

  I hear a tapping on the door, but I stay underneath the covers.

  “Go away,” I say.

  “Mina, can we come in?” Carter asks. “We want to talk to you
.”

  We?

  After what just happened, I figured the two of them would have killed each other by now. I sit up and stare at the closed door. My gut tells me to hop out the window, but I know that would just cause more problems. I slide off the bed and throw on a pair of shorts and a shirt.

  “Come in,” I say.

  The door opens and Carter and Seth walk into the room.

  “Mina,” Seth says. “We believe we have a solution to our… little problem.”

  “We don’t have a little problem,” I say. I cross my arms over my chest. “Seth and I made a mistake. It’ll never happen again. End of story.”

  “I love you,” Seth says. “I’ve spent many years pretending I didn’t and I’m not going to keep that up now that I have you.”

  “Now that you have me?”

  “And I love you, too,” Carter says. “I always have and it’s unfair for me to be pushed aside just because you two have a little more history.”

  Seth nods. “The timing isn’t perfect. And it would be equally as unfair to force you to choose between us right now.”

  “I’m confused…” I say.

  “So,” Carter continues. “Seth and I have decided that we want to settle this like men.”

  I massage my temples. That hangover headache clearly made itself at home in my skull. “Is this a gladiator thing?” I ask. “Are you going to fight to the death or, I don’t know… race your cars on the streets… or…

  “We decided that the man that pleases you the most will win,” Seth says.

  “Pleases me?” I repeat slowly.

  “Sexually.”

  I take a deep breath. “Oh, for god’s sake…”

  “We each get one night with you,” Carter explains. “Afterward, you’ll choose between us.”

  “Are you freakin’ kidding me?” I ask.

  “It’s fair,” Seth says. “We agreed.”

  “Well, I didn’t,” I say. “Sex isn’t the only thing that makes a relationship worthwhile.”

  “We know that,” Carter says. “But, we’re choosing to focus on this anyway.”

  “This is stupid,” I say.

  “Do you agree to it or not?” Seth asks.

  I roll my eyes. I’ve already made my choice. Spending the night with Seth was wrong. We can’t have a relationship. It wouldn’t work. No one in our family would ever accept it. But the memory of him making love to me is still fresh in my mind. I can still feel him on top of me, grinding inside of me, kissing me. It was ridiculously intense. I’d be lying if I said I never wanted to experience it again.

  “And the both of you will respect my choice, no matter what?” I ask.

  They stand up tall, as if they’re both soldiers standing to attention for their commanding officer.

  “Yes,” Carter says. “No matter what, your choice is final.”

  I sigh. This competition is stupid. But if it makes them both happy, what’s the harm? I can get one last night in with Seth and then continue life as normal afterward by choosing to be with Carter. As long as everyone holds up their end of the bargain, it should turn out okay.

  “Fine,” I force myself to say. “One night with each of you.”

  They both smile.

  I suddenly feel very, very dirty.

  Chapter 4

  Carter insists on going first. He’s just that kind of guy.

  My entire work day consisted of reading his text messages.

  You’re going to feel like a new woman when I’m done with you.

  I can’t wait for tonight.

  Are you as excited as I am?

  And to be honest, yes. I am. I don’t remember the last time I felt so pampered.

  I come back to the apartment and find it cast in darkness. The only illumination comes from the bedroom we share. I can immediately tell it’s from candles.

  “Whoa…” I say as I push open the door.

  The room has been completely straightened and cleaned. Carter stands in the center of the room wearing a dress shirt and tie.

  “Well, you clean up nice,” I say as I toss my purse onto the dresser.

  “I wanted to put in the extra effort for tonight,” he says.

  I nod and look around the room. “Thank you,” I say. “But you know it’s not necessary. It’s an easy choice—”

  “Shh—” He holds up a finger. “Don’t think about that right now,” he says. “Just relax.”

  I take a step closer to him and he wraps his arms around me. His lips graze my forehead. It has a soothing, calming affect on me and I relax deeper into his embrace.

  “Lie down on the bed,” he tells me.

  “Where’s Seth?” I ask.

  “He’s made himself scarce for the night,” Carter says. “Forget about him.” His lips find my neck and he plants a few strategic kisses along my collar bone.

  “That feels nice…” I coo into his ear.

  “Get used to it…” he replies.

  He pushes me backwards onto the bed. My heart leaps at the sudden move.

  “Hey—” I say.

  “Be quiet.” He leans over me and puts a fingers against my lips. “You don’t make a peep unless I say so. Do you understand?”

  I stare up at him and my body trembles. Physical roughness is new territory for Carter. I say nothing and nod my head instead.

  “That’s a good girl,” he says.

  He grabs my feet and slips my shoes off one at a time.

  “I want you,” he continues, “to give yourself over to me tonight… completely.”

  I lean forward as he pulls my shirt over my head and tosses it to the floor.

  “Do you understand what that means?” he asks.

  I nod my head, although, I’m not entirely how far he wants this to go. He smiles as he drops to his knees and pulls the zipper to my pants down.

  “Don’t hold back,” he whispers. His nails scratch along my legs as he guides my pants down to my ankles. He tosses it to the floor with the rest of my clothing. “Spread your legs for me.”

  My knees shake as I comply. He settles himself between them and grasps my hips to pull me closer to the edge of the bed. I balance on my elbows and stare down at him in the darkness. The candlelight dances on his face as he leans in to kiss my belly.

  “I’ve taken you so many times. I know exactly what you like…” he groans. His tongue traces a line along my thighs, inching closer to my panties. “But I want this time to feel new…”

  Blood pumps through my veins, traveling quickly towards my mound. His words rev my desires. I want him to keep going. I need him to keep going.

  His fingers grasp my panties and pull them to the side to display my dripping folds. “And this…” He blows a cool bit of air against my bits. A cold shiver travels up my back. “I’m going to make you scream…” He licks his lips and moves in closer.

  I squeeze my eyes shut, lost in the anticipation. I feel him grasp my knees and push them apart even more. His warm breath touches my folds. I want to moan, but I remember his warning not to make a sound. I bite my lips and struggle as his tongue makes contact with my skin.

  He massages my outer lips, tasting me. I open my eyes and look down at him as he works me. His own eyes glance up, locked in observance. I see amusement in them as he watches me squirm.

  “That’s right, Mina,” he whispers. “Don’t make a sound.”

  He pushes his tongue between my folds and slides along my clit. My back twitches off the bed and I reach out to grasp the bedspread with one hand. Desire burns inside of me, tempting me to cry out and moan. But I stay silent. I keep my word.

  He pulls my swollen bud between his teeth, sucking me closer to orgasm. My teeth chatter together in my mouth. My face muscles contort as true passion takes hold. I breathe fast, unable to keep up with what’s happening.

  “Come for me, Mina,” he groans. His lips stay centered on my core. “Moan my name.”

  “Carter!” I scream, the voice coming from deep inside
of me. My knees twitch and shake as my body crashes into its climax. He sucks harder at my clit. “Carter, it’s too much!”

  He doesn’t stop. He’s hellbent on bringing me as much pleasure as possible. His tongue flicks along the sensitive tissue to coax another orgasm from me.

  “Carter! Oh… fuck!”

  Just one more touch. That’s all it will take to get me screaming again.

  His teeth brush along my clit and I buckle under the pressure. Another climax tears through me. He pulls his mouth away from my slit and stands up. I stare at him through blurry vision as I moan for him over and over again.

  Carter’s hand fall his his belt. “That’s enough of that, now…” he says as he pulls it loose.

  I whimper repeatedly as my body attempts to regain its normalcy. He pulls his pants to the floor and lets his cock stand on end.

  “Let’s give that mouth something to do…”

  He kneels above me on the bed with his stiff manhood in one hand.

  “Open your mouth,” he says.

  I do as I’m told as he latches his free hand against the back of my head. With my body propped up with one elbow, I take his swollen tip between my lips.

  “Suck it, Mina,” he says.

  He tastes sweet against my tongue and I relish in bringing him pleasure. I glance up at him as I pull him in deeper until his tip grazes the back of my throat. He grunts with satisfaction. I continue bobbing my face back and forth, slathering his shaft with my saliva, bringing him closer to his own climax.

  He reaches between my legs. I moan slightly as he slides a finger inside my tightness.

  “Shh…” he warns. “Don’t make a sound.”

  I suck harder on him as a way of urging him to continue fondling me.

  He moans with a huge smile along his face. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you?”

  I nod and massage his shaft from the inside using my tongue.

  He takes his wet fingers and traces slow, powerful circles around my clit. I fight back my moans of pleasure and try to focus on his huge cock. He regards me with amusement and gives me a firmer rub to make it more difficult.

  “Do you want to moan around my dick?” he asks.

  I nod my head quickly.

  “You want to come with my dick in your mouth?”

  I nod even more. Once again, I’m so close. He knows just how to bend me and just how to break me.