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Copyright© 2012 Berengaria Brown
ISBN: 978-1-927368-57-2
Cover Artist: Jinger Heaston
Editor: JC Chute
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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
TWICE THE LOVE
Berengaria Brown
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Cherry McNair shook her shoulder-length dark brown hair off her face and pushed her luggage trolley out of the customs area and into the arrivals hall at the BeijingCapitalInternationalAirport, ready to start her new life. Well, sort of ready.
I’m almost thirty years old. All my remaining possessions are in two suitcases. I’ve quit my job, left my country and my friends, and am about to start a whole new life in a new land where I don’t even speak the language, and be the “wife” of two men. Well, it’s what women have been doing for centuries, after all. Although they probably didn’t have two husbands.
Lee and Harry had promised to meet her, and they’d all exchanged plenty of photographs in their emails. But she was still feeling rather dazed after the long flight, and the huge size of the airport, and she worried about recognizing them in such a large crowd. They’re part-American, part-Chinese, but to me they look quite Chinese. Will they look like their photos? Lee’s hair, sort of shaggy and a little bit longer, Harry’s skin a slightly darker brown?
Sheesh. I thought LAX was big, but having to catch a train to get to your luggage? Sheesh.
Nevertheless, the crowd was very well behaved. People were talking and laughing, but they were standing in neat lines, waiting politely for others to pass. There was no pushing or shoving or screaming as there had been back at LAX. I’ve never travelled so far before, through so many time zones. It’s all so very big. But I like it. It’s friendly and welcoming and totally fascinating.
Lots of people were holding up signs with names on them.
And there they were, Lee and Harry, Lee holding a sign saying “Cherry” and Harry holding a bunch of bright yellow sunflowers.
Cherry pushed her trolley down the aisle then into the arrivals hall proper, and stood to the side as Li Chang and Song Hao made their way through the crowds to meet her.
Both men bowed slightly then broke into smiles.
“Welcome to Beijing, Cherry,” said Harry.
“I hope your journey was not too tiring,” added Lee.
“The flight was smooth. I made all my connections without any worries. Everything went well. Thank you for coming to meet me,” replied Cherry, her tone rather disjointed.
Harry handed her the flowers, bowing slightly again, as Lee took charge of her trolley.
They’re lovely flowers. How sweet of them to have brought them for me. So welcoming.
“Come this way. I’ll go and get the car while Harry waits with you and the luggage.”
Cherry nodded, trying to pull herself out of her daze as her blue-gray eyes looked around at the spectacular building, filled with light from its high glass walls, with lots of interesting metal shapes in the structure and huge artworks dotted around the floor space. And flowers. Lots of flowers, and plants in planter boxes.
“I can’t believe how big the airport is. I’ve never seen so many flowers inside. And thank you for the sunflowers, too. They’re so pretty.”
“Third largest building in the world by area,” said Lee. “That two-minute train trip to get your luggage took you two kilometers.”
“More than a mile,” nodded Cherry, too tired to do the math accurately.
“One and one quarter miles,” said Lee helpfully.
Lee effortlessly pushed the luggage trolley loaded with her two large suitcases and her wheeled carry-on, up a long slope to the exit. Cherry carried her purse and her flowers. They turned to the right where there were vehicle loading bays and Harry took charge of the trolley as Lee jogged off to retrieve their car.
“Please, sit down,” said Harry, gesturing to one of the benches. “Are you very tired from travelling?”
“I’m fine standing. I’ve been sitting for way too long. It was two hours to LA, twelve to Tokyo then a little over four to here. But it’s the jet lag I think that’s confusing me. My stomach tells me it’s one time, while the clock is saying something quite different.”
“We’re sixteen hours ahead of Los Angeles, so that’s quite a big change.”
“And at home we were ahead of LA, and Tokyo is ahead of here so it’s all very confusing,” sighed Cherry. “But I’m glad to be here. And this is a stunning building. All the amazing shapes in the structure. I’m really looking forward to seeing some of the other places you built for the Olympic Games, like the Bird’s Nest Stadium, too.”
“It’ll be our pleasure to take you to see whatever you wish. And we’ll show you ‘Big Underwear’ too. That’s what we call the CCTV headquarters building. It is not quite such a visual success as the National Stadium, the world’s largest steel structure,” Harry replied, calling the Bird’s Nest by its official name.
Just then several cars pulled up and people began loading their luggage, and right behind them was Lee in his and Harry’s car.
Cherry sat wide-eyed in the backseat of the car trying to absorb the atmosphere of Beijing, her new home. Everything was very clean. There was no trash, no dirt, not even any fallen leaves anywhere on the streets or sidewalks. There were a lot of bicycles though, and motor scooters, and strange little one-person cars with an enclosed luggage area at the back where sometimes an elderly person or other family members sat with whatever was being delivered.
The bicycle riders seemed to be totally fearless, zipping in and out around cars and trucks and through intersections instead of staying in their own traffic lane. And many of the bicycles also carried passengers.
I’m glad they have a car. I can’t see myself riding a bike here, she thought. I would never have enough courage to move through four lanes of cars and buses to make a turn into the street I wanted to enter. And there are no turn lanes at intersections. Everyone just sort of pushes their way across. Scary… I’m definitely not going to try that…
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Almost an hour later, they’d left the busy Ring Roads and huge multistory tower buildings behind. They were in an area of narrow streets with high gates and walls, but no house windows, stoops, or gardens visible.
“We have arrived,” said Song Hao, or Harry, jumping out of the car and opening a gate. He pulled the double doors back then laid a double-ended wooden ramp up and over a step at the gateway and down the other side.
Li Chang, or “Lee”, drove slowly up the ramp and down into a narrow courtyard, while Harry pulled the wooden ramp inside and closed the gates.
Cherry’s eyes widened as she gazed at several pomegranate trees, some shrubs and flowering bushes, herbs in pots, and a small, covered fishpond with carp swimming around in it. So much, in such a small space. A long building stretched from the street to the back of the area, extending across the back of the allotment, in a sideways L-shape.
Lee and Harry collected Cherry’s luggage, then indicated she should follow them toward the back of the courtyard.
“Wang’s house,” said Harry, pointing to three steps leading up to a door. “Zheng’s house,” he said as they passed an identical entryway.
“You are most welcome into our home. Now it is also your home,” added Lee. He opened the door, bowed, and ushered her inside.
Cherry stepped into a living room with a couch and easy chairs, a large chest of drawers topped by a flat-screen TV, bookshelves against another wall, and a floor-to-ceiling storage cupboard beside the door.
A rectangular dining table was folded up and placed on its side behind the couch, and half a dozen straight-backed chairs were stacked one on top of the other beside the bookcase.
A small kitchen was through an archway to the left and a door into a bedroom was on the right.
“Come,” said Harry, leading Cherry into the bedroom. A king-sized bed occupied most of the room and three chests of drawers were against the far wall. “This one is for you.” Harry touched the one nearest to the door gently.
“The bathroom is through here,” added Lee, indicating another doorway.
“Thank you. Should I unpack now?”
Cherry knew exactly what she’d done. She’d left her home and agreed to come and live here with these two men. Men she’d just now met for the first time, but who she felt she knew well enough to trust. Certainly they couldn’t have been kinder to her, but it was all very new and strange and just a little bit frightening, too. Although maybe that was the jet lag talking.
“Would you like to do it yourself, or should we help you?” asked Harry.
“Maybe if you just talk to me while I unpack? Tell me about this area and your neighbors. Where do I go to shop, and that sort of thing?”
The men carried in her luggage and sat on the bed as she unpacked. Cherry noticed their English became a lot smoother and less stilted as they talked, and she realized that they’d been as nervous about meeting her as she was about meeting them. Now they sounded just as they had in their many online and Skype conversations. Cherry recalled when she first realized she no longer had any reason to stay in America. If she was ever going to live out her dreams, now was the time to start.
“Mr. Wang is an elderly widower. He doesn’t speak English and his unmarried son was killed in the War of Liberation just before it ended in 1950. That was such a tragedy for him,” Harry said soberly.
“Mr. Zheng is single, in his forties. He speaks business English. He travels to Shanghai frequently with his company.”
“We’ll take you to the shops and introduce you to the shopkeepers tomorrow morning. Our houses are three rooms, as that is the government standard. Originally a mother and father would build a house and plant two pomegranate trees by the door to ensure fertility. As each son married he would build his house in the courtyard too, until the land was fully used, or they needed to move away somewhere else. But since the one-child policy was introduced in 1979 many houses have become vacant, so people can move from apartments into houses, as we’ve done,” said Harry.
“Since both Lee and I are only part Chinese, neither of us comes from a traditional family property. Our parents lived in apartments and so did we until we bought this house.”
“And that’s why I’m here,” said Cherry softly. “Because of the one-child policy, which has led to female infanticide, and abortions of females, and China’s gender imbalance. One hundred million missing girls in China.”
“We are some of the ‘bare branches’––the one in six Chinese men with no partner. And homosexuality was a crime here until 1997, and it was officially considered a mental illness until 2001. Since we are bisexual and enjoy women as well as each other, we wished to become a triad.”
“And you have come to make that possible. We are most grateful,” added Lee, returning to his stilted English, and bowing to her again.
“I, too, am grateful. I’m here willingly. I have nothing to keep me in America. As you both know my parents separated when I was a child and neither of them ever really wanted me, so I’ve been on my own for many years. In a few months I’ll turn thirty. It’s time for me to settle down, and arranged marriages have been successful for millennia. There’s no reason why this relationship between us shouldn’t work. No one need ever know you made the second bedroom into a bathroom and larger main bedroom. No one need know you have a relationship with each other as well as with me. I won’t share our personal matters with anyone.”
She continued. “I’ve always wanted to travel and live overseas, to really see another land, and not just be a tourist tripping through, here one day and gone the next. To live within the culture, and truly get to know both the people, and the place. I’m so pleased we met on that message board. I do think our life goals mesh and that we can make this relationship work.”
“And you don’t mind having us both together?” asked Lee in a diffident tone.
“No, not at all. You may have to teach me how to please you both, but I think likely it’s every woman’s dream to have two men making love to her. I’m ready to start my new life.”
“Is tonight too soon?” asked Harry with a catch in his voice.
“I think I’d like that. But I’d better shower first.”
“We will all shower first,” said Lee, bending down to take off his shoes.
Chapter Two
The enlarged bathroom allowed the shower to be surprisingly spacious for such a small house, and the three of them fit inside it quite comfortably. Cherry felt a little embarrassed to be standing naked with two men she’d only met a few hours before, but they’d been emailing each other for over six months, so in another way she felt she knew them quite well.
Lee indicated that Cherry was to stand in the center of the shower and then he and Harry filled their palms with shower gel and began to wash her.
Lee kneeled on the floor and picked up her foot, gently soaping over her arch, her instep and then each toe separately. Next he ran a soapy hand up her calf, massaging the muscles as he went, and circled his hands around her knee.
Gently he rubbed and massaged behind the knee, and then began a slow exploration up her thigh.
Cherry couldn’t believe how erotic this felt and unconsciously opened her legs wider, taking a broader stance so Lee could rub the tender insides of her thighs and move his hand up closer to her pussy, which was already clenching and aching to be touched. Lee took advantage of her unconscious movements and washed her leg with both big, strong, hands circling her thigh, his fingers rubbing her hip, then down to where her thigh met her body.
Cherry gasped and thrust her pelvis up, wanting him to touch her there, but he didn’t. He finished soaping that leg then moved across to wash the other one, first filling his hands with shower gel again, and shaking drops of water out of his shaggy, straight black hair.
As Lee began on her other leg, Harry began washing her arm.
He started by washing her hand, carefully anointing each finger with a drop of shower gel and massaging it into the skin. Then he progressed up her forearm, spending a lot of time on her elbow and the tender skin on the inside of it.
By the time he got to her upper arm her breasts were aching and she was longing to have them touched, but just as Lee had done, he stayed on task and began again with the other hand.
Every one of Cherry’s nerve endings was on fire with need by the time the men finished with her arms and legs and began on her torso. Lee stood behind her and began to wash her shoulders and finally he pressed a light little kiss onto her neck.
“Mmm,” murmured Cherry, but then his hands dropped down a little to wash her back. Harry washed her sides and moved his hands creeping up slowly toward her breasts.
“Please, touch me. I want to come,” she said softly.
“We want you to come, too,” replied Harry. “But not just yet. My Chinese name, as you know, is Song Hao. Hao means good, and we want this first time to be very good for you. Just relax and let us show you how delighted we are that you’re here. Words aren’t needed. Feel. Enjoy the sensations.”
Lee’s hands reached her ass, and he gently soaped
the globes then slipped his finger into the crack. Cherry thrust back into his hands, whispering, “Oh yes, please,” as he twirled a finger around the rim of her anus and finally slid his finger inside her dark hole. “Yes, yes,” she gasped, pressing back into him but wanting much more.
Lee’s other hand reached between her legs and began to play with her labia and her cunt.
“Yes, yes,” she moaned, thrusting into his fingers, wanting him to move inside. Wanting them both inside her, now. Harry joined in, sliding soapy hands all over her breasts, rubbing the nipples, palming the heavy globes, lifting them and holding and squeezing them together.
“Oh yes, more,” said Cherry, pushing her hips and breasts into the men’s hands, feeling an orgasm start to coil in her belly.
Harry’s mouth descended on hers, kissing gently at first, then more urgently. He licked along the seam of her mouth and she opened to him, wanting more. Wanting to come. Harry thrust his tongue deep into her mouth, showing her exactly what his cock would be doing later that night.
It was all so carnal, so incredibly erotic, that the orgasm burst over Cherry from her breasts, her pussy, her ass, her mouth, seemingly from everywhere at once, and she exploded in release. Lee’s fingers kept thrusting inside her, encouraging her body to keep releasing until every ripple finally stilled. Then they turned off the water.
Lee said, “Now I think it is time to go to bed and fuck. You’re ready now.”
“Yes, I’m ready. You’re both very good and I want you two to come, too.”
Cherry lay on her stomach, her legs wide apart, as the two men took turns rubbing gel deep inside her rectum and playing with the rim.
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