Chapter 36
Standing behind me, Jason had a firm grasp on my waist. I dismissed any thoughts of trying to fend off his burning hands, which were insistent on cupping every inch of my body, and instead gazed into Jordans mischievous and gleeful eyes.
Jason had begun teasingly prowling at the hem of my minimal nightgown, making sure to massage his hands all over my thighs as my dress gradually rose.
"Helene." Jordan called as he continued to observe us from a distance while speaking.
My mind was reluctant, despite the fact that my body was prepared to submit to whatever was happening, and I could see that his brother was somewhat pleased by my lack of resistance.
My sweater fell onto the ground, as Jason grinded against me and I unintentionally c****d my head to the side, giving him
