I peered into his eyes. “Like last time. Frotting’s good, right?”

He nodded and moved his hips a tiny, testing amount. His eyes fluttered and mouth gaped. But he did it again, dragging his length over mine in the most delicious slow movements I’d ever felt. Ash grunted and closed his eyes.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, knowing he needed to hear it. “Like that. So good. Keep going.”

Braced on his trembling arms, Asher ground against me, the silky feel of his bare dick on mine sending sparks igniting in my brain. It was so good. So fucking good.

“Kiss me, Ash.”

He dove at my mouth, and his urgency showed. He rutted, bit down on my lip, thrust, licked, and moaned into my mouth. Faster. Faster.

When a slick coating of precum was introduced to the mix, everything ramped up even more. I moved my hands to his bare ass and encouraged him along, pressing up as he pressed down, increasing the effect of the drag to proportions that were mind-numbingly good.

Asher broke the kiss and sucked in a breath. His eyes blew wide as he stared at me. “Ah fuck. I’m gonna come. Atti… Atti… Oh shit…”

Then he slammed his eyes closed and arched his back, his hips driving against me faster and faster. Hot spurts of cum covered my belly as Asher’s orgasm hit. I rode his dick, grinding him through every pulsing wave and was greeted by my own release thirty seconds later.

It went on and on, blinding me and making my brain mush.

When I came to my senses, Asher was lying on top of me, breathing hot panting breaths against my neck. The mess between us was profound—and everywhere.

That was a lot of cum.

“Are you panicking?” I asked, stroking his back under his shirt.

“Not … yet. Can’t … think.”

I encouraged him to roll off me, and we lay side by side, staring at the ceiling, chests heaving. The house noises returned, having been blocked out by all that was going on between us.

“How about now? Are you panicking now?”

“Atti, shut up and let me enjoy the mindless postorgasm numbness for a minute. You’re wrecking it.”

“Sorry.”

There was a pause, and we both burst out laughing. So yeah, this was sex with my brother. It was weird and ten flavors of fucked up, but holy shit, it was hot.

Asher grappled for my hand and grabbed on. We both rocked our heads to look at each other. The stress and tension were gone from his face. He looked blissed out, and I’d done that to him. He rolled to his side and studied me without reservation.

Then he kissed me softly before pulling away and whispering, “End scene.”

And me, being me, I had to have the last word.

“And the Academy Award goes to, Atticus Charming!” And I made cheering noises and clapped my hands.