Page 20 of Down & Dirty: Reaper

“No.”

“C’mon. Throw your favorite sis a bone and tell me how that man bones.”

“No. And I like Scarlet better than you.”

“You like her better because she’s not here.”

“Perfect reason.”

“How big is he? He looks like he has a nice package.”

Vi sighed. “You’re shameless.”

“Of course I am. I’ve been around shameless people my whole life. Whether in the MC or in the Air Force. It rubbed off. And now you have no more reasons to rub one off.”

“Jesus,” Vi muttered as she dropped her head and shook it. “Don’t you have shit to do?”

“Of course. I’m doing it right now.” She grinned.

“Other than aggravating me.”

Indie sat back and tipped her head to the side. “You used a wrap, right? Because you know how fertile us Jamison/Dougherty women are. We’re the queens of immaculate conception.”

“Uh. Rumor has it Mom and Dad banged constantly. That’s why she got knocked up. Not because she was God’s chosen one.”

“They still do. I stopped in over there the other day and Dad was giving Mom the business in the kitchen.”

Vi grabbed the trash can, dropped her head in it and dry-heaved. After setting the can back under her desk, she groaned, “I didn’t need to know that.”

“Well, I’m scarred for life, so it’s only fair that you are, too. I’m never stopping over there again without calling first.”

“I’m sure that’s what they’d prefer, too. They thought they were empty-nesters. That was why Dad didn’t fight us moving out here to the farm, so they could do those sorts of things. Don’t be surprised if they change the locks.”

“I just hope they bleached the counter. I’m not going to be able to go over there for dinner anymore without reliving that horror in my mind. You know, I survived the Air Force without getting PTSD. Instead I got it from accidentally seeing our parents⁠—”

“All right!” Vi yelled over her. “I don’t need to hear about it. I’d rather not lose my breakfast.”

“Just so you know, I’m always going to see you two on that porch swing with your pants down every time I have to see or talk to Reaper. You could’ve at least done your sister a solid and not shielded his bits with your body.”

“You’re whacked.”

“I’m going to go ask him.”

“Ask him what? If he used a wrap?”

“No, how big his cock is since you won’t tell me. He can share that with me now that he’s practically my brother-in-law.”

“No you will not.”

Indie rose to her feet. “Bet?”

“Indie, don’t,” Vi called out as Indie headed toward the door. “We just want to forget it.”

She hesitated at the door. “Why? Did it suck?”

“No, because—” Vi shook her head. “Just leave him alone.”

Indie chuckled and left.