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Cole:Of course.

Aaron:Don’t use anything. Go buy your own.

Cole:I’m not even going to dignify that with a response.

Fine, Ihadconsidered it. Absolutely. But I wouldn’t do it. I’d just think about it and then find some porn to jack off to—with my hand—like a normal person.

I’d carefully tied the bags back up after looking, too, but there was a healthy representation of kinky items in there, including a sleeve that resembled the one I’d been admiring, though instead of a mouth, it had a fleshy, realistic pussy on one end, with the asshole on the other. It’d been assigned to Andrew, one of the groomsmen my brother had become fast friends with in college. I suspected I’d have trouble looking him in the eye tomorrow.

Cole:This seems like kind of a personal gift.

Shay:Let’s just say we know these people really well and they’ll appreciate it.

Cole:…

I knew, vaguely, that Aaron and Shay were into kink, but I didn’t know particulars. I wasn’t even sure exactly how I knew, aside from context clues that I’d only picked up on because of my own unmentioned fascination with kink.

Cole:Dane went into the store with me. That was awkward.

It hadn’t been as awkward as I’d anticipated, though. In fact, thinking about how he’d whipped that cane against me got me hotter than any porn I’d watched over the last month.

Shay:Trust me, he was well within his comfort zone.

Cole:I gathered. Should I even ask for the details?

Shay:Probably not.

Aaron:Who do you think taught me how to smack Shay’s ass proper?

Shay:Ha! Now we’re talking, baby.

Cole:Oh my god, what is happening?

Cole:This chat better not devolve into sexting between you two. Are you serious? No. Don’t answer. This is incestuous.

Shay:Nah. There’s a difference. It was nonsexual play. Between Dane and me at least. You know we’ve been friends for years.

Cole:This is derailing.

Cole:There’s a difference?

Shay:My sweet summer child.

Cole:My comfort level has exited the chat.

Aaron:So follow it out, dude. Don’t ask questions you don’t want to know the answer to.

Shay:Love you baby bro.

Cole:Hold on, hold on. Dane spanked you, Shay? Wait. Aaron. Has he spanked you, too?

Aaron:Ask him yourself.

Aaron followed that message with an emoji of a grinning devil. My mind struggled to connect the dots, and I felt heat crawling all over the back of my neck and cheeks thinking about Dane spanking other people. Well, anyone other than my brother—because that was also not my kink.

Shay:Videos exist.

Aaron:Shhhhh