The tension coiled tighter, the room pulsing with it so much it made me dizzy.
Karen was still touching me, her fingers snaking up my bare thighs. Her expression suggesting that she wanted to do more than touch my thighs.
The whiskey buzzed in my veins, amplifying every sensation, every hot breath, every loud pound of my heart.
Part of me wanted to lean into Karen's touch, to let Mike's words pull me into the forbidden lust of what they were offering.
And I almost let it.
It felt good to be wanted, to be touched, but the fact that they were my family turned all my filthy thoughts to ice.
My husband’s brother and his wife. It was all types of wrong.
I stiffened and pulled my leg away from Karen.
“I... I should probably turn in,” I stammered finally, setting my glass down wi
