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mouth.
    “Can we put that behind us?” Ash
crouched at her side and peered up at her, while Craig massaged her shoulders.
The man could hire out as a massage therapist.
    “I’d like to,” she admitted.
“Although I can’t say I’m impressed with the spanking. That might be difficult
to forget.”
    Ashton’s face hardened, although
there was still a gentle look in his eyes. “You scared the living shit out of
us, Sinclair.”
    “And forced us to
accept the truth.” Craig spoke to them both, she knew it.
    “Well, I didn’t get far.” And hadn’t called the school to cancel her practicum, thank
goodness. She’d take the spanking, because they’d come to get her, bring
her home. She supposed they’d have to talk about many things.
    Ash visibly swallowed some things
she could guess at, but she wasn’t going to apologize further. “I was going to
explain things to you better,” he said.
    “Uh huh, and
would things have changed?”
    “You might have found out the truth
about Melinda,” he muttered.
    “What is the truth?”
    “Jesus.” Craig was filling the
toaster, having rescued the omelet. “Way to take the edge off.”
    Ash served up the food, and then
buttered toast. “Eat, Sinclair. We’ll deal with this once and for all.”
    Huddled around the table, they ate
for a while in silence, before Ashton broke it. “You saw us with Melinda when you
were sixteen. Worst mistake of our lives, although I guess you finding out what
we like in our pleasure isn’t the worst thing.”
    Sinclair contented herself with a knowing look and tried to focus on the food
and not the memory of what Ash and Craig were capable of doing to a woman’s
body. If she could forget it was with Melinda, then she could recall the
screams of pleasure and loud begging for more, more, with a
certain titillation. Imagining herself in Melinda’s
place. She squirmed a little against the stool.
    “Melinda got around,” Craig said.
“Not that I’m sitting in judgment. She liked what she liked. And we’re hardly
in a place to criticize.”
    “But she wasn’t very nice.” Both
men looked at her in surprise, and Sinclair continued. “Don’t forget my school friends
have older sibs and they heard a lot. Which they shared in
graphic detail. That’s why I was so hurt. She isn’t good enough for
you.”
    Craig shook his head while Ashton
rubbed the back of his neck. This was probably one of those feeling moments
that men couldn’t put into words.
    When they said nothing, she asked,
“Are you both really past the sister thing? What you said this morning? Because
I’d rather not talk about the skank, if it’s just the same to you.”
    “No problem. And we are so past our
stupidity, honey.” It was a relief to hear that from Ashton because she knew he’d
be more concerned about appearances. Craig then confirmed it.
    “We were worried about what your
involvement with us would mean for you, Sinclair,” he said. “This isn’t exactly
an accepting community.”
    “Maybe not the older folks, but I
don’t know if you need to worry so much about your generation. Or mine.”
    “Hey!” Ashton sounded offended, but
he was smiling.
    “What? You’re an old man compared
to me. You might as well add robbing the cradle to your other concerns.”
    “And that would have been true,
honey, if I’d acted on the attraction when you were seventeen.”
    “Sixteen for me. Maybe fifteen and a half,” added Craig.
    “So we’re good?” It sounded as
though they had discussed the sister/boundary issue and worked it through, but
she held her breath, because she was doing this her way if they balked.
    She needn’t have worried. The two
stares directed at her flicked an arousal switch she hadn’t known existed
before. Sure, she was impossibly drawn to these men and fantasized about them.
They starred in all her masturbatory dramas. All the same, if they’d gotten to
the good stuff without talking the other things through, it might have