7. Knock, Knock Again
seven
With a light swat on my rear from Webster, I make my way out of the cabin to talk to Jake.
“It’s high school all over again,” Jake says, staring out at the lake as I come to stand next to him.
“But we’re not kids anymore.”
Jake shifts on his feet and sighs. “I know.”
“And I’m not stealing your friends from you. They’re not going to let me. Those guys love you, Jake.” I take a step closer to him and bump my shoulder on his arm. “I love you.”
He sighs deeply and finally turns to look at me. “I love you, too.” He puts his arm around me, pulling me against his side.
“Be honest, though,” I say after a few seconds, staring out at the lake and the sun shimmering on the gentle waves the wind stirs. “You knew this could happen when you sent them up here. You knew I’d be here and didn’t warn them.”
Jake snorts. “No. I fucking forgot you’d told me you’d be here.”
“Oh.” My body heats with embarrassment.
“I’m not going to get mad that it happened or stand in the way of whatever you all have planned, but I sure as hell did not intend to hook my sister up on a gang bang with my best friends this weekend.”
We both laugh at that and he holds me a little tighter, rubbing a comforting hand up and down my bicep.
When the laughter subsides and the air grows a little thicker between us again, Jake finally says what I’ve been waiting to hear, “If they hurt you…”
“I’ve had my heart broken before. I can take care of myself, Jake.”
“By one guy at a time. You’ve never had it broken into pieces. If they break your heart… Mel, I…”
I wrap my arms around his waist and hug him as tightly as I can. “I know. But I really believe you don’t have to worry about it. What the four of us have? It’s… It’s different. It feels stronger.”
Several minutes pass in silence as we stand in the yard, holding each other like we always have after a fight.
“Go on,” he says, at last, letting me go. “Go inside. Don’t call me in until you all have cleaned up and put some proper clothes on.” He smiles and shakes his head.
“Thank you.”
“From now on, give me some warning so I don’t have to walk in on you again. I don’t know that I’ll ever get that image out of my head.” Jake gags like he’s going to vomit.
I giggle and playfully shove his shoulder as I walk back to the cabin.
“Everything alright?” Webster asks, standing with Kelly and Royal on the front porch.
“Yeah. It’s gonna be okay.”
“Go shower. We’ll be right behind you,” Webster says, then kisses me.
Royal and Kelly do the same before following Webster off the porch to join Jake where I left him.
I can’t hear them, but I can feel the tension between them. This isn’t easy for Jake to accept, but he’s trying. At least, he’s not yelling or throwing punches.
When I’m sure Jake’s not going to kill anyone, I make my way to the shower.
A giggle escapes me when I realize it’s my second of the day and imagining Jake’s reaction if he’d walked in on that first scene. Heard the things I said? Jake’s right, we definitely need a warning system for when we all hang out together.
“Knock, knock.” Royal’s voice breaks through the din of water pouring over my head and ears.
“Mind if we join you?” Kelly asks, pulling open the sliding door of the oversized tiled shower stall.
He’s already naked and Royal’s shedding the last of his clothes.
Pulling Kelly and Royal into the shower, I answer, “I’d be offended if you didn’t.”
Webster strips down and as soon as he steps into the shower, he stands between Kelly and Royal to grab me around my waist, lift me off my feet, and pin me against the wall.
Without a word, he covers my mouth with his.
Like we’ve done this a thousand times, I give myself over to them.
One by one, they take me against the tile wall, cleaning themselves after they finish while the next one takes his turn.
When they’ve all had their turn and my legs are jelly and cum is pouring from my center, three pairs of hands hold me steady and wash my body.
Once I’m clean, Kelly carries me out of the shower, Royal dries me off, and Webster picks up the clothes I’d left on the shelf after my first shower, and dresses me.
“Will it always be like this?” I ask, caught in a dreamy haze after being so lovingly cared for.
“That’s the plan,” Webster says with a wink.
My heart skips excitedly. “I could totally get used to this.”
“We promised your brother we’d take better care of you than anyone else could ever hope to.”
“A spoken promise?” I ask with a wry smile, reminding him of the unspoken promise he made not to touch his friend’s sister. “Unspoken promises are easy to break.”
Webster picks me up. I wrap my legs around his waist. Royal and Kelly wrap their arms around us, bringing us all together.
“We’ll shout this promise from the moon. Little Mouse, we are all in.”