18 - Bishop
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BISHOP
“So you’re really cooking dinner for us tonight?”
Jocelyn nodded as she crunched down on the bacon egg and cheese sandwich Kayden had carefully constructed for her. The flavors hit, and her eyes rolled immediately back into her head — that’s how good it was. I knew firsthand, because I’d eaten two already.
“And there’s going to be a menu and everything?” I asked.
She chewed slowly, almost sensuously, her expression looking damn near post-orgasmic. I had to admit, it was times like these that Kayden’s cooking skills made me more than a little jealous.
“What the fuck did you put in here?” she murmured, pointing at the sandwich when she could speak again.
“Never mind that,” Andre chuckled. He folded his arms and nodded my way. “Answer his question.”
It was our last night with her, and the four of us planned to stay in. Jocelyn had offered to make dinner as a way to thank us for our hospitality. For once in my life though, food was the furthest thing from my mind.
“Yes, there’s going to be a menu,” she smiled and winked. “Among other things. It might not be as great or fancy as everything you’ve fed me, but it’s our last night here, and it’s time I took care of the three of you.”
The three of us shared the same knowing smirk, but she only sighed.
“You’re such boys,” she rolled her eyes. “You know what I mean.”
My eyes lingered on her as she finished breakfast, wondering if I should feel guilty. Jase had sent us to find his little sister and cheer her up. Instead, we’d turned her into a pincushion. We hadn’t exactly planned it, but somehow Kayden and I had lured her back to our secret lair, where the three of us had worshiped that soft, warm body like the embodiment of an actual sex goddess.
Only that’s not exactly how it happened.
No, the beautiful creature that’d woken me up with the most incredible blowjob of my life this morning was just as guilty as we were. She’d been just as eager, and three times more insatiable than any one of us. Yes, she was still Jase’s little sister, in all her teasing, tongue-poking, middle finger-giving glory. But now, to us, she was something else entirely. Something completely different.
Breakfast wrapped up, and Jocelyn delivered us each a very girlfriend-like kiss before bounding upstairs to change after her run. I waited five minutes before following her up, enduring Kayden’s frown as I ducked dish duty as usual.
I found her in the walk-in shower, steam swirling around her gloriously naked body. Locked doors weren’t a thing for us. Not considering how many times we’d showered with her already.
For a moment I just stood there, admiring her every feminine curve, watching rivulets of water snake their way down the length of that amazing body. Jocelyn had her back arched, her eyes closed. Her beautiful face was turned upward, in the direction of the overhead jets.
“You’re hot as fuck.”
She jumped, and her breasts bounced adorably.
“BISHOP, shit!” she laughed, opening her eyes. “You scared me.”
“Sorry.”
Pulling her hair over one shoulder, she smiled. “You wanna get in here?”
Still fully clothed, I thought about it for an agonizing moment. Eventually I shook my head. “No, I just want to watch.”
Jocelyn shrugged and went back to soaping her body. “I was going to say, I thought you had enough this morning. You came a fuck-ton.”
“Fuck-ton?” I laughed. My eyes were glued to her lathered hands as they traveled over her tits. “Is that in metric or imperial units?”
She shrugged again, coyly. “It’s in whatever you shot down my throat.”
Thoughts of earlier this morning came drifting back. Waking up to the feel of her hot mouth. The silky feel of her long blonde hair, spilling down over my stomach.
“Probably better to save up for tonight, anyway,” said Jocelyn. “It’s our last night. I’ve got big plans.”
“You do, huh?”
“Oh yeah.”
She turned and put one long leg up on the marble bench. Once again I was hypnotized; as she began soaping it with one of the loofahs.
“What about plans for… afterward?”
She paused, mid-leg. “Afterward?”
“I mean, when you get home. What are you gonna do?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she sighed wistfully. “I have a little money saved, still. I might travel a bit more. Go places I haven’t been. Find people who don’t fuck each other over, and enjoy myself until I figure out what’s next.”
Jocelyn went back to soaping her beautiful legs, but this time I barely noticed. The idea of her roaming the world alone made me savagely and unexpectedly jealous.
“What about us, though?” I asked.
I asked the question between thundering heartbeats. It was the same question I’d been obsessed with for days.
“Us?”
“Yeah. You know: you, me, Kayden.” I paused to clear my throat. “After this week, do you think things will actually go back to the way they were?”
She looked back at me over her shoulder. “I want them to.”
Her face was innocent and angelic, completely belying the wicked curves of her body.
“Me too,” I admitted. “But… you know.”
“Know what?”
God, she was making it hard. Was it on purpose, maybe? I wasn’t sure.
“I just don’t know how I’ll be able to look your brother in the eye,” I sighed. “I know we promised this wouldn’t change things, but—”
“Look, everything’s going to be the same,” she interrupted me sternly. “The teasing, the flirting, all of it. The only difference is, when I catch you staring at me in my bathing suit? It won’t be half as pervy as it used to be.” She turned to face me, fully exposed, and grinned. “After all, you’ll no longer have to wonder what I look like naked.”
I would’ve laughed, but the sight of her had taken my breath completely away. Jocelyn closed the distance between us, stepping out of the spray. Soapy and glistening, she leaned in and put her lips right up against my ear.
“And you won’t need to imagine what it would be like to fuck me, either,” she whispered hotly. The way she emphasized the word sent electric shivers; straight to my groin. “Because you already know.”
Jocelyn giggled and gave me a quick squeeze. The warmth and wetness of her sudsy body broke me from my trance.
“Hey, you’re making me all wet!”
“So?” she grinned, sauntering back beneath the spray. Her heart-shaped ass shifted enticingly with every step. “Shoe’s on the other foot now, isn’t it?”
She arched her body again, rotating it into the spray. This time however, she turned strategically to give me a full view of her spectacular backside.
“Are you sure you don’t want to come inside?” she asked coyly. “I’ll let you wash my back.”
She shook her ass at me. My throat constricted.
“You can wash my front too,” she teased. “In fact, I’ll let you wash anything you want.”
I watched as she dropped the soap, made an ‘oops’ face, then bent all the way over to pick it up. Her long, beautiful legs pressed together, giving me a perfect view of her thigh gap… as well as the glistening treasure that lay just above it.
A little voice reminded me that I’d already showered, not even an hour ago.
Even so, I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.