“It’s not our first rodeo, Velma. We lose power several times in the fall and winter. Fletch is grabbing the lanterns from the basement.” He hands me a flashlight. “You can have this one. But if you do anything interesting with the handle, I insist that you invite me to watch.”

“Eww.”

Fletcher brings a box into the living room with us and he lights a couple lanterns while Shane starts a fire in the woodstove. As the rain and wind lash against the windows outside, the house becomes safer and cozier. This sense of belonging and protection encloses me. Like here in this space, I’m safe and accepted.

“How often do we lose power?” I ask, not caring right now—but yikes, I wouldn’t want to be alone in this house during an outage.

Fletch shrugs. “It’s a little early for this, but not usually more than three or four times a year.”

I guess there will be no video games tonight. I’m thinking of suggesting we find the deck of cards in the junk drawer when Shane sits next to me on the couch. The same side he sat the night I gave them hand jobs.

We haven’t broached sex since Monday when we agreed, once again, to try to be adults. My mind goes to the way the smooth flesh of his cock felt in my hand that night. The way his cum was warm. The sounds he made.

He chuckles, and I think he’s reading my mind. “Gonna have to find something to occupy our time during this blackout,” Shane says. “Got any ideas, little bit?”

I do. I have lots of ideas. My panties get damp just thinking about the ideas I have. The things I want to try with Shane and Fletch. And the knowing look in his eye makes me bolder. “Well,” I begin, “my notebook is in the other room, but I think I can remember the next experiment I wanted to run.”

“Oh, yeah? What’s that?”

“Blow jobs.”

They both swing their heads in my direction. I stand up. “I’m going to need some help though. I need you both to teach me.”

“Oh, man, little sister, you’re like a dream come true,” Shane says. “What do you think, Fletch? You ready to give our girl another lesson?”

I feel his presence behind me, the hairs on my nape standing up and anticipating the swift change from Fletch the do-gooder to Fletch the dominant, sexy man who likes to take command. He lifts my chin with one finger, forcing me to look into his now-hard gaze. “Tell me you’re sure.”

I swallow thickly. “I’m sure.”

“We don’t go back from this. Not once you get our cocks in your mouth. That’s what you want, right? A mouthful of hard dick?”