“Holy moly!” Mia cried as she looked at me in shock before she grabbed the sheet to cover herself.
“What the fuck?” I demanded as I stared at them. And then to my utmost horror, my cousin climaxed in front of me, and Mia’s head rolled back as she groaned, Ash pulling her firmly down onto his dick.
Turning my back to them, I knew I would need to bleach my brain and cut off my ears so I never heard or saw that again.
“Fuck, you know how to work that pussy,” Ash said, and then I heard a curse. “Gray? What thefuck?”
I heard a lot of commotion and grunts, and then a firm grip on my shoulder as Ash spun me and glared at me.
“Why the fuck are you fuckingwatchingme?” he demanded incredulously.
“Why the fuck are you fucking the best friend?” I exclaimed. “Man, Jett and I both told you not to hit that.”
“I can’t fuck her, but you can fuck Quinn?”
“What are you even saying right now?” I asked him in astonishment. “It’s not even remotely the same thing. And, dude, fucking cover it up!”
“You don’t want to see my dick, don’t watch me having sex!”
“I wasn’twatchingyou. Jesus, that sounds fucking sordid.”
We both turned when the bathroom door closed and locked, and Ash turned back to look at me. “Well, thanks for that,” he sneered.
My mind was blown. “What are you doing?” I asked him quietly.
“I was enjoying Sunday afternoon, but yet again you fucked up my life.”
“Oh, quit being a little bitch,” I muttered as I pulled out my phone. “And seriously cover your junk up.”
Me:Did you know Ash was screwing the best friend?
Jett:Tell me you’re joking
Me:I literally just walked in as he came
Jett:That’s nasty, why do I need to know that!?
Me:You’re my twin — we’re supposed to share. Get your ass here, I can’t deal with this alone
Jett:Fine
When I looked up, Ash was pulling on his jeans and glaring at me.
“What?” I demanded.
“It’s not a big deal.”
“It’s a huge fucking deal, and you know it. You knew it, and you tapped it anyway.”
He flipped me off as he sat back on his bed. I stared at him, and he looked back.
“Are you serious?” I asked him.
“What?”
“She’s still in your fucking bathroom,” I hissed at him.
He looked over his shoulder and then peered over the side of the bed, coming back up with a top and a bra. “Huh, she’s like Ava.”
