Page 21 of Finding Fate
I look at her like she’s lost her mind and point at her large C-cups. “Uh, why? I’d rather have those. Always wondered what they feel like. I don’t know how you expect me to fit in your swimsuit tops.”
“Then touch them. I don’t care. I have several that aren’t cups. There are plenty to choose from.”
I walk toward the closet. Sayler drops her underwear and pulls up a pair of swimsuit bottoms. She’s got a rack too. “What the hell kind of chicken are y’all eating? I want to be a breasty Betty too.”
“I bet I could get my dad to do a boob job for you at cost of the implants.”
“No shit?”
“Yeah.”
“That may be worth using Daddy’s money over.”
“Sayler, come here,” Presley says. She walks over to stand beside Presley with the cutest baby bump I’ve ever seen. “Touch them. Tell me if they feel different to you. Research. I can’t tell when it’s my own.”
I take a boob in each hand—one of Presley’s and one of Sayler’s. “Presley’s are heavier.” I squeeze. “Sayler’s are firmer.” I shake them in my hands. “Presley’s take longer to stop moving but Sayler’s feel fuller round wise. Both perky and not much difference in size. If I buy them what do I want?”
“I’ll take you all to breakfast if you let me send a picture of this to the jealous jackasses that are about to figure out neither of you are upstairs. I swear to God I’ll delete it after.”
I jump at the sound of Konnor’s voice. I glance at him. He’s wearing a shit-eating grin as he looks between the three of us, surprisingly at our faces. “Uh . . .”
“I don’t care.”
I look at Presley. “You’re okay with him seeing other girls’ boobs?”
She shrugs. “We have a complicated relationship to understand. I trust him. I mean, if you two were going to hook up you already would have back when he stayed with you. We are a family here with no secrets. That’s how you build trust. Maddox has seen Sayler’s . . . and played with her and Riggan.”
My heart stops. “Well, he’s just quite the little player, isn’t he?”
I look at Sayler and her wide eyes. She looks like a terrified bunny. That’s cute. Poor thing. “Gabby, we did not have sex. I swear. Riggan was there. He reminded Maddox of sex with you when Riggan told me to ask him to come in me where Maddox could hear. Said you used to have blonde hair. Maddox was angry. It was mostly payback to Riggan. Shit. I’m not helping.” Her eyes gloss over. “I promise I don’t have feelings for Maddox. I never have. We’re just friends. Please don’t be mad at me.”
I laugh out and give her a hug, disregarding the fact that we’re topless. “Oh, my God. Stop it.”
“Uh, ladies, are we gonna piss off the Hulk and Godzilla or what? They weren’t far behind me. I gave Maddox the last of the weed to take a piss.”
Presley walks toward Konnor and digs in his pocket, pulling out his phone. “I have a better idea,” she says, kissing him. “We’re going to have a little fun with him. He played with Sayler. Gabby gets to touch someone in the house. What’s fair is fair. Sayler, take the photo.”
Sayler grabs the phone. “Wouldn’t fair be me letting her touch Riggan?”
“Riggan is too uptight. Konnor knows how to have fun and then leave it behind. Maddox isn’t threatened by Riggan. He’s threatened by Konnor. Him and Gabby have a personal relationship.”
She grabs my hand and pulls me in front of Konnor, turning me around to face him, my pelvis brushing against his crotch. My eyes widen. This feels way more sexual than any time me and him were alone and joking around. Even the night Presley walked in felt more like a setup than this. “Pres, you tryin’ to get me killed? What are you doing? I was talking about tit pics.”
She smirks at him. “Let’s just say this is me gifting you back after Ryland.”
“I don’t need payback. I don’t even think about that anymore.”
She rolls her eyes at him. “My God, Konnor. Relax. You’re supposed to be the fun one. I’m telling you it’s fine. I’m right here. I got your back. I’m getting in the photo too. I’m not going to get mad at you if you get hard against her. It’s science. It doesn’t mean you’re cheating on me. No one will see this but the ones in the house.” She walks up beside me and positions me so that my breasts are on one side of his body while she gets on the other side. “Leg between his, Gabby.”
I don’t know whether to laugh or blush, and that says a lot for me. Not much rattles me anymore. I do as she says and push my thigh between his. She shoves her hand down his pants and starts rubbing him. “Jesus,” he says, and within seconds I can feel his dick.
She grabs my hand and wraps it around her body, positioning it on her boob. I move the other one around his waist. “Now grab an ass in each hand and hurry up.”
My breathing gets heavier when he does, surprising me by clenching a cheek tight in his grip. Presley runs her hand through the back of his hair, forcing his head down. “Now kiss us both.”
Within seconds three mouths connect, Presley instigating it, and suddenly the awkwardness leaves and it’s just lips tugging lips, skimming and brushing and rubbing occurring, a tongue slipping in here and there, but whose it is I don’t know. Ragged breathing lingers between each pullback, until many moments later, when Sayler says, “I got it.”
I pull away, somewhat feeling like I just kissed my brother and a little weirded out by it. He smiles at me, probably because my nose is scrunched. “Totally get that sister comment now.”