"What do you want us to do?" Whitney asked.Diana hesitated for a moment, then, "Well, obviously I want you to take the blocks so you will know the thi...ngs I do, but I want each of you to decide for yourselves. You have the right to say no." We three have always looked out for each other. Only two of us are blood sisters, as you know, but all three of us are sisters regardless of that," Nicki said. "We all three stick together, no matter which way we decide."The three girls looked at each other. Abruptly she giggled and rubbed the ear that had been lying on my chest. ‘What’s so funny?’ I asked. She shook her head as she controlled her laughter. ‘That tickled,’ she final got out. I raised an eyebrow. ‘A seventy-four gun ship of the line hardly tickles, my dear,’ I intoned, trying to give my voice the Irish lilt that Stephen Maturin, one of the book’s heroes, would have given it. She laughed and laid her head back down on my chest. I continued until the end of the chapter, no mean feat. It was quite an exciting feeling and I suddenly had no desire to move, or try to discourage him from rubbing against me. My heart was pounding. A feeling I came to appreciate as lust. This went on for many minutes, until finally I was too curious to feel exactly how big that penis was that was warming my fingers so nicely. I turned over my hands and he immediately pressed against my open palms. His cock was long and hard. I finally let my fingers grasp it and run my forefinger up and down the. His hands grasped her waist, hauling her to him, his mouth finding hers in a kiss that scorched his soul, firing his desire. Her lips were warm and soft, her mouth hot with the darkness of passion. She tasted of sweetness and sin, a combination that had him pulling her even closer."Fuck me, Gabe," she whispered against his lips, her voice a siren's song of lust and need. "I want you inside of me."His hands found the silk that covered the rounded curve of her ass, pulling it up until he could.