Brown, Berengaria - Ultimate Possession [Possessive Passions 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Berengaria Brown

She held onto George’s thigh with one hand to balance herself as Wang was driving into her and cupped George’s balls with her other hand, rolling them as she licked his shaft and across his head.

  But it was so hard to concentrate. Someone’s hands were on her nipples, teasing and tweaking them. Someone’s hands were on her hips, forcing her down hard into every stroke from Wang so deep inside her. Then someone pinched her clit, and Kiri screamed, the sound rolling over the cock in her mouth. George grunted and hot seed spurted into her mouth, making her let him out a little so she could swallow as he jetted again and again.

  While she was shaking and swallowing, Wang pistoned hard into her once, twice, three more times, and she felt his hot cum explode against her womb.

  Carefully, she licked around George’s cockhead and let him slide out of her mouth, then collapsed down onto Wang’s body.

  But the men weren’t finished yet. George laid her on her back and buried his face in her pussy, licking and sucking her. He flicked his tongue over her clit and nibbled along her labia.

  Wang’s hands were on her breasts, rolling and elongating her nipples, cupping the globes. Then his mouth was licking and sucking her entire areolas, pulling and teasing them.

  Another orgasm was building within her, fast and furious.

  George’s tongue was inside her pussy now, licking her walls, making them tingle, one hand teasing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, the other rolling her clit. Wang’s hands and mouth were all over her breasts, nibbling, licking, sucking.

  Her whole body seemed to be possessed by the two men, hands and mouths on every erogenous zone. The fire inside her was all-consuming. Suddenly, the fire burst into flames, consuming her as her body combusted with passion, and yet another climax roared through her, shaking her from her core to her extremities.

  Kiri groaned and panted, her body sinking into the mattress, all energy totally drained from her. “Awesome teamwork,” she whispered.

  “That’s just the start,” teased Wang.

  “Rest now, sweetheart. Our big day starts in just a few short hours,” added George.

  * * * *

  Wang grabbed both George’s hands and held on hard. Looking him in the eye he said, “I cannot thank you enough, my brother. You were right all along. Kiri is indeed the perfect woman for us both.”

  George laughed, pulled his hands away, and punched Wang on the shoulder. “What else are brothers for?”

  Wang grabbed his arm again. “I’m serious. I mean it. You were right, I was wrong.”

  “I understand. In the past there have been times when I was wrong. In the future I will undoubtedly be wrong again. But thank you for understanding how much I love her. I’m so glad you’ve allowed yourself to love her, too.”

  Wang heaved a relieved sigh. As the older brother, he felt enormous pressure to make important decisions correctly. It had hurt him so much to know his brother was in love with a woman who seemed so flighty at times, yet a hard-nosed businesswoman at others. The same woman whose body aroused him every bit as much as it aroused his brother, but a woman who he couldn’t let himself accept until he was sure he could trust her.

  “It was a risk letting me test her that way.”

  “Yes, it was. But I truly believed I understood her well enough that she would show her true character. And she did. Oh man, you should have seen your face when she threatened to bite your dick off! That’s a story I’ll tell our sons in the future—the day they turn eighteen!”

  “And likely tell all our friends in the present.” Wang spoke in a grumpy tone, but he knew he deserved any teasing that he might get from their friends.

  Wang smiled. “Well it’s all sorted now, and we have a marriage to prepare for. I suppose I ought to thank you for finding out all the details about Kiri’s gown from her mother, too.”

  “Hey, one of the advantages of owning the shop is that we know all about women’s clothing and Kiri’s shoe size.”

  The grooms traditionally gave their bride sandals and a belt matching her gown. The woman’s gown was usually a very expensive item handed down from mother to daughter, sometimes for many generations. They were long, rectangular pieces of cloth, commonly hand-woven silk-on-silk that was wrapped and folded around the woman into pleats and patterns, making a glamorous gown. The gown Kiri was currently being dressed in was white, an unusual color, and apparently embroidered in jewel tones. That was all her mother would tell George, but it was enough to know the color was white.

  A beautiful, hand-crafted, white leather belt was easy to find, but George had been stubborn about the sandals, wanting something really different. It was Wang who’d seen them in an online catalogue and had ordered them in Kiri’s size. Now he understood that subconsciously he was accepting her then, but at the time he’d told himself her brothers would buy them for her if she failed his marriage test. A test he now felt quite guilty about, although still insisting to himself it had been necessary.

  He and George had also agonized over what they would wear. Obviously, traditional clothing, but should they match their bride? Match each other? Or wear designs and colors of their own choice?

  In the end they’d chosen matching burgundy silk pants, tight across the thighs and to the knees, then flaring to the ankles, and blue shirts, George’s a deep royal blue, and Wang’s the blue of the summer sky. Their shirts had wide sleeves gathered at the wrist, and were loose across the body, open at the neck to show a hint of their chests. On their feet they wore black boots.

  While the women were preparing Kiri, they’d gone to their barn and put her little electric scooter away, replacing it with their own car, which had enough space to comfortably seat everyone.

  Finally, it was time. Wang’s insides were a tense ball of nerves. Over the years he and George had watched many marriage ceremonies, sometimes dreaming of their own. They’d also both been looking the young women over critically for ten years now, and none had ever appealed to him the way Kiri had. Of course, that may have been because George was in love with her. No. Wang stopped himself. That’s stupid. I was looking for someone to replace Kiri. There simply isn’t anyone as intelligent, beautiful, and loving as her. I’m a lucky man and ought to realize it, and thank the gods for their grace.

  He drew in a deep breath, swallowing his nerves. “Ready?” He smiled at his brother. George was the best brother a man could ever want, calm and good natured, a comfortable man to work alongside and live alongside. They were blessed in that they thought alike in so many important issues and had the same dream for the shop and their future together.

  George nodded, and they walked from their room to the main bedroom, which was now Kiri’s bedroom. A wife had her own bedroom. The men had a separate room so she could have privacy if she wished, although commonly all the partners slept together.

  They raised their hands together, nodded at each other, and knocked on the door. They heard a rush of chatter and giggling, before Kiri’s mother replied, “You may enter.”

  Side by side, they pushed the door open and stepped through together. Gods, she was stunning. Incredible. The most beautiful woman in the whole world.

  A white gown with jewel-toned embroidery was about as descriptive as saying a leaf is green. The heavy gown was the white of old ivory, but that just formed a background for intricate geometric patterns of embroidery with reds, blues, greens, and golds weaving through and around each other. Kiri’s long, dark hair hung free in waves down her back, another stunning contrast to the colors of the gown. The white belt cinched her waist, showing her lush hips and breasts as curves, not details, under the layers of fabric, but the hint was far sexier than anything more revealing could ever be.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, staring into her gorgeous blue eyes.

  “Thank you for the belt and the sandals. They’re such soft leather and so pretty,” she replied, stepping one foot forward from under the gown to show off her sandal. Someone had painted her toenails red, and they coul
d just be seen peeping through the lattice pattern of the sandal.

  “You look like a couple of fish, standing there with your mouths opening and closing.” Anh laughed.

  “Now, now,” hushed Kiri’s mother. “It’s time to go. Are we walking?”

  “We thought we’d go in the car, if that’s all right?” asked George.

  “Certainly. Come along, girls.” Kiri’s mother ushered them out the door and through the house to the barn.

  Wang hurried to open the doors and help the women into the backseat. George handed Anh an oblong fabric bag and changed the time on the sunflower clock to open the hidden door. After he’d opened the second door by stomping on the yellow tile, he jumped in the front seat with Wang.

  Even though they were the farthest farm from the community and had to travel at walking place once they reached the main tunnel, it wasn’t a very long journey. Soon, they were in the main street, and the temple was just ahead of them. It was a large, white, rectangular building with a curved roof, and just below it was a red-ocher stripe that went right around the entire building. The walls gave the appearance of sloping inward because of the design. There were a few windows high up under the stripe and one massive door.

  They parked right out front and climbed out, the men in front and the women following. Through the doorway was a large courtyard where all the community had gathered. Father Yeshe, their monk, an old man with a full head of pure white hair, stood immediately in front of the entry to the temple proper. He was wearing his ceremonial dress, a long robe of blues and greens, geometric shapes woven and intertwined so the colors blended into each other and shimmered as he moved.

  Wang kept wanting to pinch himself to remind himself that this was real. He was getting married. He and George had claimed their woman, and she stood here beside them, a stunningly beautiful woman and as smart as a whip.

  George and Wang, Kiri, her mother, and Anh all stood in front of Father Yeshe while the priest spoke of the importance of love and commitment.

  “Ngawang.” The old man nodded to Wang, using his full, formal name.

  Wang took Kiri’s right hand and turned it palm upright. Into the cup he placed a pair of diamond teardrop earrings. “All that we own, or ever will own, is yours,” he said and kissed her lightly on the lips.

  “Dorji.”

  Wang stepped back, and George stood in front of Kiri, held her left hand palm up, and placed in it bunch of perfect, purple grapes. “We will always care for you and provide for you. This is our solemn promise.” He pressed his lips to her forehead.

  Together, Wang and George placed a tiny blue orchid, the color of her eyes, behind each of her ears. “We will love, honor, and cherish you all the days of our lives,” they said.

  Anh moved forward and handed the men each a small sheaf of rice and gave Kiri a delicate twisted stick of cinnamon incense. Kiri handed her the earrings and the grapes. Father Yeshe lit a large white candle, and Kiri lit her incense stick from its flame. Together, the threesome walked to the altar where the men laid the rice and she the incense.

  Wang heaved in a huge breath. It was done. They were married! And forever more, the scent of cinnamon would remind him of his promises. Joyously, he swung Kiri into his arms and kissed her, then handed her to George who kissed her, too, before setting her back on her feet between them.

  Wang knew he was grinning like an idiot, but he couldn’t help it. This was the happiest day of his life.

  * * * *

  Weddings were celebrated by everyone in the community who could come. They were always held in the temple courtyard, an area big enough to hold the entire community. Kiri loved catching up with people in such a happy atmosphere. It’s just that this time the wedding was her own!

  The school children were taught traditional dancing, so another highlight of community celebrations was watching them perform. Today, a group of boys enacted a traditional drama, and Kiri loved watching their serious little faces as they moved their bodies and hands in age-old patterns to tell the story.

  Her three fathers and two brothers had arranged for one of the local restaurants to provide finger foods, and she smiled as she watched them move through the crowd with their trays of munchies. They were all wearing matching black dress pants and deep golden shirts. Kiri giggled to herself wondering how her mother managed to get them all to agree to dress as a group. But then, any woman who could keep three husbands devoted to her for thirty years obviously had hidden depths. Kiri giggled again. Her mother had never raised her voice or her hand against her children, but they had quickly learned it wasn’t smart to upset her, or their fathers would be sure to punish them.

  Kiri gazed around the courtyard until she saw Chevaunne. She had recently married three men—Jim, Sam, and Paul—and they stood in a group, one of them always at her side, an arm slung around her waist.

  A little farther around the circle was Anh. Everyone knew Anh was interested in Dr. Russell and his brothers, Tim and Barry. Barry was always easy to locate in a crowd. Not only did he have a head of flaming red hair, he also taught in the elementary school and was frequently surrounded by small boys. It was his class who was enacting the drama today, and they were a credit to him.

  The men also had two sisters—Whitney and Gwen. Kiri wondered how Anh would cope with such a large family. Anh had no siblings, possibly because her mother had died a very long time ago. Honored Grandmother, the community’s oldest resident, and also Anh’s great grandmother, used to live with Anh and her fathers, but she needed a lot more care now and had moved into The Grandparents’ Garden, a seniors’ facility attached to the hospital, so Anh’s house held only herself and her two fathers. How would she cope with three husbands and two sisters-in-law added to her family? Assuming the men chose her, of course.

  Anh was sitting beside Honored Grandmother holding the old lady’s hand, but her gaze was following Barry as he supervised the boys. Would she enjoy being part of a big family? Or would it be too much of a culture shock for her? Kiri shrugged. It was all idle conjecture anyway, although some time they must get together for coffee and chat. Puzzles like that interested her.

  Kiri grinned. George and Wang were walking toward her. It must be time to go to the administration building and sign the official paperwork. In their community and their traditions, a woman married all the brothers in a family equally, and all were equally responsible to care for her. But under the law of the outside world, the woman married only the oldest brother. So that’s how the paperwork was filed. Also, a woman did not change her name. Besides, as long as everyone paid their taxes, the government didn’t seem to care what traditions they followed in their private lives.

  * * * *

  It seemed strange to be living in George and Wang’s house. She didn’t think of it as her house yet, although technically she supposed it was now. But she’d visited here many times, as well as used it as her access point to and from the community.

  Because of their cultural beliefs, the original settlers of New Thimphu had kept their presence above ground, and in the local Green Ridge community, to a minimum. Their farms and houses looked very ordinary and never displayed the community’s growing financial success. The families homeschooled their children and were as self-sufficient as practicable.

  Green Ridge was an hour’s drive from three larger towns.

  Each farm had an entry to the primary, underground New Thimphu community, a community that more and more people joined, and that became financially secure as well as a safe haven for their traditions. Some of the new settlers had escaped communities intolerant of their beliefs, others had left political regimes that no longer permitted the practice of the old ways. All of this simply encouraged the community to remain underground. Many of the people established support services for the other residents, or ran online businesses such as accounting and financial advice, or information technology support.

  The “green ridge” the outside community was named for was a long line of rol
ling hills. Under those hills, dug in, was the New Thimphu community. Access from the farms was by tunnels with multicolored walls and lighting as bright as daylight. Side roads led to the hospital, the school, apartment blocks, the administration building, and the community center of shops and the temple. Many of the community members never left the safety of the underground town.

  George and Wang’s shop was very important to the community. From the point of view of the Green Ridge townspeople, it sold a bit of everything the locals may need, and a few handcrafts the New Thimphu folk made, such as the rose-scented fragrances and soaps made by Shiloah and Orna.

  But in reality it was a clearinghouse for all the goods the New Thimphu people could not provide for themselves. Each day one of the brothers transferred out in their closed truck any goods the people had made and sold, which needed to be shipped from one of the larger local towns, and emptied the community’s post office boxes in those towns. The community used three different addresses, one in each of the towns, so that the volume of mail seemed much smaller than it really was.

  The seniors living at The Grandparents’ Garden had a time of working at traditional handcrafts each day, and this session was so popular that many older people in the community joined them to paint, carve, construct, and sew.

  Chevaunne, a nurse who worked at the seniors’ facility, had encouraged her husband Sam to set up a website to sell some of these crafts, and Kiri wanted to display a few of them in the shop, too. “Not too many,” she’d explained to George and Wang, “but the locals know Grandfather Ugyen and Grandfather Lim, and it would be easy to explain that some of the older people now meet together to make traditional crafts, and it would help us know which things are likely to sell.”

  They’d agreed and added a few handcrafted items to their stock. Now, as she wandered around their house, she was mulling over other potential items to sell in the store. They had to retain the balance of not seeming to be affluent or influential, yet within that framework she was sure she could try out a few more ideas.