Page 44 of Fatal Collision
Nothing but the best for the senator.
I’ve never liked ass kissing, but our father excels at it.
Classical music plays in the background, which is the only style of music my father allows in the house. Everything else, he considers lower-class and God-fucking-forbid we listen to some old-school rap.
The steak bleeds when I cut into it, but my appetite is gone, so I drink a copious amount of alcohol instead to drown out the boring-as-hell conversations going on around me.
Across the table, Cash loosens his tie, his eyes bloodshot. He looks worse than I’ve ever seen him.
Eyes haunted.
Empty.
It guts me, because he’s usually the happy-go-lucky one. But every time we come here, he dies a little inside.
The senator’s wife is drinking from her champagne glass while observing me across the table, and I grit my teeth to keep my emotions from showing on my face. I always thought I had mastered my poker face, but it’s astruggle tonight. Let’s say the urge is there to reach for the steak knife and slice her husband’s throat. Just one quick swipe, and the skin would cleave.
I drink more whiskey to force down the vivid images, but they linger like the smoke from my father’s cigar. He’s puffing on it like a mob boss, a satisfied grin curving his mouth as we lock eyes. It takes everything in me not to say something that will land me in a heap of trouble.
Cash kicks my ankle beneath the table.
Keep your mouth shut.
My brows crash, but then I notice the senator’s wife’s arm move. She’s jerking Cash off beneath the table, and he’s got a jaw harder than granite as he stares at a random spot on his plate. The witch is old enough to be our mother, but that doesn’t stop her from touching my brother. She’s a vile bitch.
“My wife is eager to get the party started.” Her sleazy husband chuckles with the whiskey glass inches from his mouth.
Sick bastard. Who in their right mind wants to watch other men defile their wife? The senator, that’s who. Especially twins. It’s some twisted fetish of his to enjoy the finest whiskey our town has to offer and discuss business with my father while his wife gets railed.
My father puffs on his cigar, and when he turns that smug look on me and smirks, I suck on my teeth. There’s no fucking way out of this, so I reluctantly push my chair back, unbuckle my belt, and make my wayover. Cash is gripping the expensive silverware so firmly that his knuckles are white. The witch whispers in his ear, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she watches my approach.
I undo my fly and shove my hand into my pants to get an erection going. My cock isn’t usually shy, but this woman disgusts me.
“Which one are you again?” she asks my brother when he gets up and walks over to the deep green chaise near the piano.
“Kane,” he replies in a dead voice. She won’t know otherwise, because we’re twins. Cash’s hair is shorter than mine, but to the untrained eye, we look the same.
I strip her out of her silk dress until she’s naked except for black garters, stockings, and a pair of silver heels. I can do this. I can fuck this woman. Hell, I’ve been hard all week whenever I think of Jessica… and I’ve thought of her a lot. The way she gets off on asserting power over me. I’m not into the whole domination thing or whatever, but I am into how much she’s into it. That’s hot as hell!
Just the thought of it now finally gets some blood pumping to my dick, which the senator’s wife takes as a good sign as she kneels on the marble floor. The moment her lips wrap around me, I bite down hard and swallow a grunt. I feel fucking dirty. Honestly, I should be used to it by now. After all, I was fourteen the first time our father ordered my tutor to suck me off.Overnight, she went from homeschooling my brother and me to riding our cocks between lessons.
This is how it always goes at these dinners. Cash numbs himself with pills and coke. I drink alcohol or pop a pill. The senator’s wife blows us until we come all over her face and tits, then it’s our turn to eat her out.
Sometimes both of us at once.
And then we fuck her together when we’re erect again, which understandably takes a bit of effort thanks to the drugs and alcohol.
Rinse and repeat. Occasionally, her husband joins in and fucks her mouth. More often than not, he prefers to watch.
He’s a fucking perve, if you ask me.
Shit…I’ve lost my erection, so I give my cock a few tugs while she blows my brother, but all I can think about is Jessica.
Jessica’s reluctant smile.
Her flowery perfume.
Soft lips wrap around my cock again, and I drop my head back. I try to get into it. It’s a blowjob, for fuck’s sake. But my chest feels tight. I’ve never liked these dinners. I always feel dirty and cheap. Tonight is different, though. I feel fuckingrepulsed.Like I could scrub my skin clean for hours in the shower and still feel dirty.
