They didn't talk about it; this didn't exist when she wasn't with them, and Connor had always been grateful for that. Until he wasn't. He wished he could just open his mouth and say what he was thinking. If he could, the disaster could have been averted.

But he couldn't, so there he sat while she ran out of the room in embarrassed tears and Murphy stared stonily at him.

When they met up again the next week, he tried to speak, but he couldn't. Instead, he closed his eyes and imagined it. It worked well enough to get him through the encounter.

When imagination failed him, he found the words. "Come join us. She's got two holes." His brother's reaction wasn't what he'd hoped for, and he crawled from the bed in shame.

It hung between them every moment until she walked through their door again, and Connor resolved himself to do what Murphy wanted him to. He was able to get hard from her sucking again, was able to enjoy the feel of her around him, was able to block out the stolid presence sitting in the chair next to them.

When Murphy stood before he'd finished, Connor slowed his thrusts. As Murphy drew his shirt over his head, Connor closed his eyes. He reopened them when he heard the belt clank open.

Murphy's first touch was tentative, two shaky fingertips brushing over his shoulder before retreating. Emboldened by the touch, Connor held her close and flipped them so she was on top. When she tried to straighten, to ride him the way she always had before, he held her against him.

Murphy was no more certain of his actions as he slicked himself and knelt down between Connor's legs. When he felt for her opening, he brushed against decidedly masculine skin. As he pushed inside, he felt the other, just a layer of skin away, and couldn't hold back the moan that had been building for more than a year.

She guided them into a rhythm Connor knew instinctively was his brother's. When he looked beyond her into Murphy's eyes, he saw what had always been hidden behind that veil of smoke, and he fell over the edge.

The next time Murphy touched his brother, they were alone.