With my left hand cupped underneath Xavier’s balls and the other encircling the base of his cock with my forefinger and thumb, I massage him and pump him in just the right ways while I suck on him with increased force and movement of my tongue.

  His legs begin to quiver as his moans turn into quick gasps. When he leans forward to brace himself against the stone-tiled wall behind me, I know that he’s getting close to orgasm.

  The moment his cock pulses in my hand and he begins to shoot out into my mouth, the careful ruse I’ve created within my mind that I’m orally stimulating Silas instead of Xavier quickly falls apart. I continue to let him come into my mouth for only a moment longer until I can’t stand the taste of it anymore and have to pull away.

  I fall forward to my hands on the stone-tiled floor of the shower and spit out the disgusting contents of my mouth, coughing and gagging until the sticky substance is all gone and only the sharp taste of it remains. When I’m done and everything is still and silent around me, I resume my position on my knees and dare to look up at Xavier.

  His expression is furious. He looks ready to tear me apart and splatter me across the walls of this shower.

  “Bring him in!” Xavier suddenly yells before yanking me up to my feet. He presses my naked body forward against the glass wall of the shower and holds me there with the full length of his own naked body behind me, keeping me firmly in place while he waits for his latest command to be fulfilled.

  My eyes widen as Jake is pushed into the bathroom by the same man who brought me here. He looks horrified as he takes in my precarious position pressed up against the shower wall with Xavier behind me.

  “What the hell is going on?” Jake exclaims as he fights against the man holding him back.

  “Your sister has failed me,” Xavier explains, “so you’re here to motivate her to do better or take her place.”

  He yanks me off of the glass wall to pull me back against his chest, wrapping his arm around the front of me to hold me in place while he grasps my breast. He kneads it in his palm at the same time that his other hand finds my pussy. He parts its lips with his fingers and rubs my wetness up and down. It’s not long before I feel his cock starting to harden again behind me.

  I feel absolutely humiliated to be molested like this in front of Jake and this random guy from Xavier’s crew. The show they’re both getting only causes Jake to fight harder to break free from the man who looks like he’d rather be focusing his attention on what Xavier is doing to me than restraining my brother.

  “Stop!” Jake finally yells in a panic. “Tell me how to make this stop.”

  “Do you swallow, Jake?” Xavier suddenly asks.

  “Excuse me?”

  “When you suck on Joseph’s cock,” Xavier clarifies with clear disdain, “do you swallow the cum he shoots into your mouth when he releases?”

  Jake doesn’t initially respond, seeming incredibly uncomfortable with this line of questioning before he finally acknowledges, “Yes.”

  “Perfect,” Xavier beams. “I’ve never had a man suck my dick before, but I’m willing to give it a try in this case.”

  “Xavier,” I begin to plead while trying and failing to turn around within his grasp, “I’ll do it. I’ll do it right this time. Just leave Jake out of this.”

  Xavier removes his greedy hands from me and turns me just enough to ensure that I can see the scowl on his face. “You had your chance, and you blew it.” He bursts into laughter at his own pun before he suddenly opens the door and throws me out of the shower. My naked body slams against the wall before crumbling to the floor.

  “Get over here, boy,” I hear Xavier yell while I’m trying to regain my bearings. “Show me what you’ve got.”

  “No!” I scramble to my hands and knees and crawl pitifully back inside the shower. Without hesitation, I sit up on my knees and take Xavier’s hardened cock into my mouth again. I grab his ass with one hand this time while I pump the base of his cock with the other hand in unison with the movement of his cock in and out of my mouth.

  I hear Jake’s struggle from the other side of the bathroom the entire time I’m working Xavier toward orgasm again. With each movement of my tongue to massage his shaft and tip, he breathes harder and faster, and when I hit the perfect rhythm and pressure, his cock pulses within my mouth again. Unlike before, I harden myself completely against the bitter taste this time and let Xavier shoot out every bit of his release to the back of my throat.

  When he starts to soften within my mouth, I stop my movements completely and let him slip out from between my lips. I keep my lips tightly shut as I swallow his cum and try not to shudder as it travels down to my stomach.

  Xavier lets out a pleased sigh. “Much better that time. So much more satisfying, don’t you think?” He pats me on the head like the animal that I am right now and then brushes his fingers over my lips. “How does it feel to have pieces of me swimming around inside you?”

  I resist the urge to vomit at Xavier’s question, one that I can’t possibly answer. Daring to glance at Jake instead, I’m sickened to see that he is being forcibly held down with the side of his face on the vanity counter with a perfect view of the shower. The man holding him forced him to watch the entirety of what I just did to Xavier.

  My stomach churns, and I know that if I don’t regain control of it, its contents are going to spew up out of me, which will only further infuriate Xavier. I readjust my position to sit back against the corner of the shower, and I breathe through the nausea to overcome its effects on me.

  “What do you want me to do with him, boss?” the man holding Jake finally asks.

  “He can stay and watch while I clean his sister,” Xavier replies enthusiastically just before the cold stream of water turns on and splashes down on the tiles in front of me. “In fact, why don’t we have him help? Bring him here and then leave us.”

  My head shakes automatically. “Please, just let him go,” I beg with exasperation. “Don’t involve him in this anymore.”

  Ignoring my pleas, Xavier roughly jerks me up to my feet and into the now lukewarm stream of water. He grabs me by a fistful of hair and forces my head into the falling stream, catching me off-guard and causing me to inhale some water into my lungs accidentally.

  When I’m soaking wet and removed from the stream, Xavier lets go of me and turns off the water. I hear the sound of the soap bottle opening while I struggle to cough up the water and catch my breath. By the time I’m standing upright and breathing normally again, I see Xavier extending the bottle of liquid body soap past me.

  I suddenly realize that Jake is at the opening of the shower behind me as Xavier says to him, “Hold out your hand.”

  I look over my shoulder to see the pile of soap now filling Jake’s palm. Xavier retracts the bottle and nods at my brother. “Get on with it.”

  Jake remains completely still, a horrified expression on his face. “She’s my sister. How can I—”

  “I know it’s probably been a while since you’ve touched a woman,” Xavier interrupts teasingly, “or maybe you never have. But I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”

  After a moment, I feel the cool gel against the skin of my back. Jake uses both hands to spread it around and make it sudsy, covering the skin all the way up to my shoulders and down my arms.

  “And now the front,” Xavier instructs. “Stay just as you are, though. I want to see you spread that soap all over your sister’s breasts.”

  The familiar burn of tears behind my eyes flares up as Jake’s timid touch moves forward to my upper chest. I can feel his reluctance to touch me as his hands move lower and finally rub over my breasts.

  My cheeks burn with embarrassment when my nipples naturally harden from his touch. I can tell he’s trying to be quick about this as his hands skim over this part of me to move on my ribcage, but Xavier seems to know exactly what Jake is up to.

  “Don’t rush it,” Xavier suggests. “You need to clean those breasts really well so I can suck on them later.”

  There’s a slight vibration to Jake’s touch now as he grasps my breasts again. I can’t see his face, but can tell he’s barely maintaining his control as he’s forced to touch me like this for an extended period of time.

  When Xavier is finally satisfied, he extends the open bottle of soap again, indicating for Jake to take more. Jake removes his hands from me but doesn’t immediately reach for more soap.

  “Trust me. You’re going to need it,” Xavier advises, and Jake extends an unsteady open palm to collect more soap. “Now, on with the rest of it.”

  “You’re really going to make me do this?” Jake cries out. “Haven’t you done enough to us already?”

  Xavier cackles as he forcibly moves Jake’s hand to my ass. “We’re only just getting started in our new lives together, my friend. Now clean her ass, and then stick your hand between her legs and clean her there, too.”

  Tears streak down my face as I glance behind me. “It’s okay, Jake,” I offer reassuringly, even though we both know that nothing about this is okay.

  Jake’s palms splay out across my ass, working the soap around until it is sufficiently lathered. I hear him hold back a sob as his hand slides forward underneath me to spread the soap between my legs.

  Xavier looks at me with disapproval. “Open your legs, Ash. Don’t make this any harder for him than it already is.”

  I feel on the verge of physical and emotional breakdown as I spread my legs for my brother’s touch to find me. He presses the soap forward across the lips of my pussy and all the way up to my mound before he retracts his hand to pull it up the backside of me again.

  “Come on, now,” Xavier scolds. “You can do better than that.”

  “I can’t,” Jake breathes out behind me. “I won’t touch her like that.”

  “You will. In fact, you’re going to do more than just touch her; you’re going to bring her to orgasm.”

  “You sick fuck,” Jake yells out behind me. “I would never—”

  Xavier smiles as he looks at me. “There’s a first time for everything.”

  I step forward and press myself against Xavier, grasping his face between both of my hands. “Don’t make him do this. Pick an alternative—anything you want—and I’ll do it, just leave Jake out of this.”

  “You want an alternative?” Xavier asks angrily. “The alternative is that you can suck your brother’s cock the same way that you just sucked mine. One way or another, one of you is going to bring the other to orgasm in front of me. You decide who gets to do what.”

  I’m openly sobbing now in complete abandonment of any attempt to hide how much this situation is breaking me apart inside. Jake sounds just as upset behind me, but I still can’t see him.

  “Give me more soap,” Jake whispers painfully.

  Xavier is more than happy to oblige. He squeezes the bottle of soap into Jake’s hand, but doesn’t give him as much this time.

  “I want you to actually feel her, not just feel the soap on her,” Xavier explains.

  Jake hesitates for a long moment before he finally lowers his hand between my open legs and begins to rub me up and down the full length of my pussy repeatedly. He grips my shoulder as his fingers sweep over my clit and he rubs it in circles, igniting the fire in my core that becomes lit with desire no matter how much I want to fight it.

  Xavier shakes his head. “You don’t get to do this the easy way.”

  I’ve just barely caught on to Xavier’s meaning when Jake removes his fingers from my clit and places them at my opening.

  “I’m sorry,” he whispers behind me just before plunging two of his fingers deep inside me.

  I gasp out involuntarily as Jake drives his fingers into me as far as they will go. He pulls them out until the tips are just inside my opening, then sticks them all the way back in again. His speed increases quickly with the wetness he’s causing inside me. Over and over, he penetrates me with his fingers, and though I want nothing more than to stop this madness, I know that I need to let this happen. I need this to end quickly for both of us.

  So I push all other thoughts aside and focus on the desire being created within me. It’s impossible to deny the pleasure building up and about to overtake me. I embrace it fully as I come hard around Jake’s fingers, my upper body shooting forward with each heaving gasp of my chest.

  When it’s over, Jake slips his fingers out of me and steps backward out of the shower. I turn to check on him where he’s bracing himself against the wall and see only horror, shame, and guilt on his face.

  “Well done,” Xavier compliments with disbelief. “I wasn’t sure that either of you could pull that shit off.”

  “Fuck you,” I whisper under my breath in a brief moment of resilience.

  “Don’t tempt me,” Xavier responds threateningly before directing his attention to Jake. “I think it’s time for some breakfast. I’m starving after all of this fun and excitement.”

  Jake still appears to be in shock as he uses the wall for support to walk the length of the bathroom toward the door. With one last guilty glance at me, he passes through the doorway and disappears from view.

  When Jake leaves the room, the reality of what has just happened suddenly hits me. I collapse to my knees, the sobs overtaking my body. I bury my face in my quivering hands, wishing I were anywhere but in the hell that Xavier has created for me and my family.

  I wish I were anywhere but here.

  14

  Xavier has made it convenient to maximize the amount of time that he and I have spent with Jake today, only fueling the awkwardness among the three of us at the knowledge of what happened in the shower this morning.

  Jake moves through each of Xavier’s demands without question and often without speaking. I’ve sat back with Xavier and watched my brother harvest our precious vegetables from the garden, cook two meals for all of the men, scrub the kitchen floors, and polish every inch of the dining room furniture.

  Any suggestion I’ve made to Xavier that I could help Jake with these stupid chores has only been met with his resistance and ire. My fear of triggering another fucked-up show of Xavier’s power became too great, and I gave up on the effort.

  Jake looks about ready to pass out from physical and mental exhaustion by the time he has washed the last plate from dinner and set it in the drying rack. I can see him from my position on one of the chairs in the dining room. His back is to me as he turns off the water in the sink and remains completely still for the longest moment. I watch him grasp the edge of the grey slate countertop and bow his head, holding the position until his arms are visibly shaking from the tightness of his grip.

  He’s breaking apart. He’s shattering into a million pieces right in front of my eyes.

  I can’t watch him anymore. It’s too difficult to see the evidence of the slow destruction of my family happening all around me. I turn my head instead to Xavier with the intent of gauging his mood, hoping to persuade him to throw me and Jake into the dark room for the night.

  My entire body jumps when I realize that Xavier is watching me intently from across the table, likely gauging my own expression the whole time I was just keeping an eye on Jake. His gaze on me is intense, easily breaking down my barriers so that he can see me fully underneath.

  “You love him, don’t you?” he asks me curiously, keeping his voice down so that it doesn’t travel to the kitchen.

  I stare back at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

  “Your brother. You share a deep bond with him.”

  Shifting uncomfortably in my seat, I reply, “He’s my brother. We’re bound by blood. We’ve been through a lot together.”

  “And nothing could tear you apart?” Xavier asks, though he doesn’t wait for an answer before continuing with his questions. “You’ll still be just as close, even after he brought you to orgasm with his fingers inside you?”

  My body shivers involuntarily at the graphic memories that Xavier is bringing up from just this morning. There is only one answer I can give—the truth—and I speak it with as much conviction as possible in my one word response.

  “Yes.”

  My answer doesn’t please Xavier. The dissatisfaction on his face makes me feel uneasy.

  He quickly acts on it, calling toward the kitchen, “Jake, would you join us, please?”

  When I glance in that direction, I see that Jake is in the same spot he was before, except that his entire upper body is leaning over the counter now, apparently needing its support to keep standing. He pushes off from the edge of the counter and sluggishly walks through the doorway into the dining room.

  There’s a deep ache in my chest when I realize that Jake is avoiding my gaze. The pain he’s experiencing is so great that he can’t even look at me anymore.

  He comes to a stop in the corner of the room on Xavier’s side of the table, keeping perfectly still while he awaits his instructions.

  Xavier motions to the chair next to him before going the extra step to pull it out a foot or two. “Sit down. Take a load off. It’s been a busy day.”

  Jake hesitates momentarily before complying, likely trying to dissect Xavier’s intentions with this request just as I am. He walks over and sits in the offered chair, but keeps his gaze down on the table, still refusing to look up at me.

  “You’ve had a rough day,” Xavier says with some amount of fake pity in his voice. “Unfortunately, you’ve had the short end of the stick today. I think it’s time we turn the tables for a bit.”

  Jake closes his eyes and shakes his head. When he opens his eyes again, he appears even more overcome with exhaustion and hopelessness.

  Xavier beams a smile. “We’re going to play a game of Truth or Dare, except that it will only be you and Ash playing, and you’re the lucky one who gets to ask the questions.”

  Jake maintains his vacant stare at the dining room table and asks unsteadily, “What do you want me to do?”

  Xavier waves his hand toward me. “Ask her the damn question.”