SHARED CONFESSION
Inside the twins’ old bedroom the air was thick with sweat and sex and the faint medicinal ghost that still clung to the house.
Isabel lay on her back across the pushed-together beds, thighs open, the sheet tangled under her hips. Nathan’s mouth was already between her legs again, tongue working her open with slow, filthy precision—flat strokes from entrance to clit, then the pointed tip pushing inside her, then sealed lips sucking hard on the swollen bud until her back arched off the mattress. Cole knelt beside her head, cock heavy and flushed, feeding it between her lips inch by inch until her nose pressed against his stomach. She choked once, eyes watering, then relaxed her throat and too