“Do you need any help unpacking?”
Kiri smiled at George. “I’m afraid I’m doing more thinking than unpacking right now.”
“Happy thoughts?”
“Oh yes, and thoughts about the store.”
“I knew it.” Wang was leaning against the doorjamb, a dishcloth in one hand. “She’ll have the place rearranged and unrecognizable inside a week.”
They all laughed.
“Supper will be ready in half an hour. Tell us what you want unpacked and where we should put things,” said Wang, kicking the edge of a crate near where he was standing.
* * * *
“This is our wedding night. We want the sex to last a very long time,” whispered George, pulling Kiri into his arms. She felt so good there. Just the right height, her head rested on his shoulder, her body lush in his arms.
“Absolutely,” added Wang, moving in behind Kiri, wrapping his arms around her, too, enclosing the three of them as a unit.
And that is what we are. A unit. Myself, my brother, and our wife—the glue that joins us together forever, thought George.
George kissed her very softly then spun her around so Wang could kiss her. Kiri giggled as they spun her, obviously enjoying their tactics. That was something else he loved about her, the way she made everything so enjoyable. She saw the fun in chores as well as in relaxation.
Wang spun her back to him, and George unbuttoned her blouse. It was fun to do, but he wished they could have stayed dressed in their ceremonial clothes a little longer. Unfortunately, the fabric of her gown was so heavy and valuable that wasn’t possible. But the two men had watched as her mother had unwrapped the pleats and folds and layers, revealing Kiri’s luscious body in tiny, white, lace and silk lingerie. Then the two women had packed the costly cloth away again.
Now, George peeled the blouse from her breasts, licking the long column of her neck, and swiping his tongue down over the tops of her breasts that peeked out over the white lace bra she was wearing. Wang unsnapped her bra and pulled it off, using the straps to draw her around to him. As the lace and silk dropped to the floor, George watched breathlessly as Wang sucked first one rosy nipple, then the other, into his mouth.
It was his turn again. George’s cock was harder than a spike. He just knew he could pound nails with it if necessary. But what would he choose, to lick and suck those berry-brown nipples? Or to unzip her jeans and touch her pussy? He just bet she was wet down there. Her eyes were heavy lidded with lust. As were his.
Slow. We’re taking this slow. So her nipples then. George bent his head, placed one of his big hands on either side of her rib cage, then sucked as much of a breast as he could fit into his mouth. Oh gods, she tastes divine. The women must have anointed her skin with some aphrodisiac oil because never had he tasted anything this delicious before.
Ah gods, his damn dick was aching with the need to be inside her.
Reluctantly, George stepped back to give Wang a turn. One glance at the front of his brother’s jeans told George Wang was in as much agony as him. It was going to be a real challenge not to come in their pants like a couple of teenagers on their first date.
Wang kneeled down and took Kiri’s shoes and socks off. Then he kissed each toe separately before standing up. George could only admire his brother’s self-control. All he could think of was plunging his aching dick deep into Kiri’s heat, but his brother was focused on making this good for Kiri. He could only do the same.
George unzipped her jeans and helped her out of them but left her little white-lace panties on. He even kept his hands off her glorious ass and cunt. Instead, he kneeled as Wang had done and licked his slow way up her shins to her knees. Behind the knee was a very sexy spot. He happily ran his tongue around and along and over that area, swiping patterns and spirals and swirls then blowing on the wet skin.
Wang took over where he left off, licking on up to her inner thighs, spreading her legs and sucking on the oh-so-sensitive skin there.
George was just planning his next move when Kiri grabbed Wang’s hair and pulled his head off her inner thigh.
“So help me if you two don’t fuck me right this very instant, I’ll be insane. I want to come now.”
She let go of Wang’s hair and grabbed his T-shirt, almost ripping it in her efforts to pull it over his head while he was still half kneeling at her feet.
“That’s the second shirt you’ve almost destroyed, and we haven’t been together twenty-four hours yet. Lucky we own the store,” said Wang. But his voice was full of laughter.
“If you don’t both get naked real fast, I won’t answer for the safety of your pants either,” Kiri threatened.
“A bodacious woman. I like that.” George hastened to strip out of his T-shirt and jeans.
Meanwhile, Wang swung Kiri up in his arms and placed her on the bed. He sat with his back to the headboard, stuffing the pillows behind him, then held his cock upright. “Sit on me with your back to my chest,” he told Kiri.
She grinned at George, who was about to climb onto the bed, and did as she’d been instructed.
Wang placed his hands over her breasts, and George opened her legs and rested them on the outside of Wang’s thighs.
Oh, what a vision. His brother’s cock thrust up into her pussy, her pink clit was poking out of its hood, and he could see the heat coming off her, smell her musk.
George lay on the bed, grinding his aching, throbbing, needy dick onto the sheets, and pressed his face over Kiri’s mound, breathing deeply of her scent before licking along her seam and sucking her clit into his mouth.
“You taste so good,” he moaned, licking the folds of her labia, then sucking her lips, one at a time, into his mouth.
He had to look, had to watch his brother’s cock pounding into her, see her cream running down the cock each time Wang pulled out, had to lick up her honey, suck her clit, touch and taste the line between her soft thigh and her torso. Every inch of her was perfect.
“I’m coming, I’m coming.” Kiri gasped.
George scraped his teeth over her hot little nub and felt the explosion as she rippled beneath him, saw how raggedly his brother thrust inside her and knew he’d come, too.
Then Wang pulled his cock out. “Come on, Kiri, you can come again. George, your turn.”
George moved around on the bed as fast as he could, wrapping his legs around Wang’s and pulling Kiri forward onto his cock. Quickly, he thrust as deep as he could, loving her heat and slippery welcome. He grasped her hips and pounded into her, forcing her down onto him, having her accept every tiny fraction of an inch of him. His cock was already bursting, and she felt so good he knew he’d only last for a few strokes, so every one had to be good. He pistoned as hard as could, out, then deep, deeper still, then out again, driving himself into her, forcing her down on him.
Wang kept hold of Kiri’s breasts, teasing and twisting her nipples, his mouth on her neck at that erotic place where neck and shoulder joined.
George forced his pelvis against hers, swirling his hips, hoping he hit her sweet spot because his aching cock was not going to last any longer. With a deep groan he exploded inside her, blasting stream after stream of hot cum into her, his throbbing cock giving more bursts than he’d thought possible.
George took a hand off her hip and reached between their bodies, pinching her clit. She squealed, and he felt her internal muscles grip him harder and milk him. George was stunned to feel himself come again, jetting one last stream into her as she rippled and spasmed around him, bathing him with her heat.
He leaned forward to kiss her, realizing his body was dripping with sweat. She sagged between them, saying, “Wow. Just…wow.”
George and Wang untangled themselves. “Rest now, sweetheart. We’ll all get cleaned up in a little while.” George pulled the blanket over them, and the three heads lay on a single pillow, three bodies intertwined, three hearts pounding as one.
Chapter Three
Kiri was on her candy app
le red electric scooter, returning from the library and on her way to meet Anh for lunch. Grandfather Lim had discovered the library and was steadily reading his way through every large-print mystery book in the collection. Grandfather Ugyen had requested books on flowers that were also used as foods—that request had piqued the librarian’s interest!—and Honored Grandmother had asked for books on embroidery stitches. Hence, Kiri’s shopping basket was overflowing with books.
Anh was already at the café, sitting under a sun umbrella with a jug of iced tea and two glasses on the table waiting for her. Kiri jumped off her scooter and gave her friend a hug. “Sorry I’m late. It took a while to find the books for Grandfather Ugyen. Christie, the blonde librarian, really tries hard to please the seniors and get everything they want. She keeps a list of the authors Grandfather Lim doesn’t like so she doesn’t give me any of their books. She’s such a sweetie.”
Jack had come out from the café with his notepad and pen, ready to take their order. He was an older man with a slight paunch and thinning hair, but he was a fountain of knowledge about local events, and Kiri smiled happily at him.
“Hey, ladies. What would you like today? The pumpkin soup is really good, and the honey oat bread is fresh out of the oven this morning.”
“Oh, yummy. I’ll have that,” said Anh.
“Sounds like a plan. Make it for two, thanks, Jack,” added Kiri.
They chattered while waiting for their meal, but Kiri was struck by an atmosphere of sadness surrounding Anh. Her friend had always been quite a serious person, caring for her elderly great-grandmother and keeping house for her two fathers, but Kiri realized Anh had become even more quiet and reserved over the past few months. Was it because their close friend Shiloah was married? And now Kiri had married, too? Was she unhappy that her own romance was not progressing?
Kiri tuned back in to what Anh was saying. “It’s so hard to get them to eat enough nutrients. Their senses of smell and taste have faded, so food no longer entices them the way it does younger people. And their appetites are so small that every mouthful they eat needs to have nutritional value. Yet it seems too cruel to deprive them of any junk food they do enjoy.”
Kiri realized her friend was talking about the seniors in The Grandparents’ Garden. Anh spent a large part of each day there, sitting with her great-grandmother, so naturally she would be thinking of the old people. “Are some of the old ones losing weight? Becoming ill?”
“I don’t think they’re losing weight, but many of them were underweight when they arrived. Regular food no longer appeals to them, and many of them weren’t eating properly before they arrived, particularly the ones who lived alone. They need to gain some weight, and that’s not happening.”
Jack had brought the meal while they were talking. The honey oat bread was melt-in-the-mouth delicious, and the soup hot and tasty. It gave Kiri an idea. “I bet they’d eat this soup. The pumpkin is sweet, and elderly people are like children in that they like sweet things. But it’s also full of vegetables, which is healthy. Plus, it’s easy to swallow and digest. It’d be a perfect meal.”
“I used to make a vegetable soup for Honored Grandmother. Actually, I first made it when Great-Uncle William and Great-Aunt Ivy were alive. They all liked it. It had a tomato base, not pumpkin, and was full of fresh garden vegetables.”
“Have you still got the recipe? Why not make some up and ask Dr. Russell if you can give it to the seniors one mealtime and see if they like it. Maybe it could become a regular part of their menu. And we could brainstorm other things like this that they’d like. Or would the hospital staff have their feelings hurt and think we’re interfering?”
Anh smiled happily, the first genuine grin Kiri had seen on her face in a while. “I must go through my recipes. I had some other things Great-Uncle William and Great-Aunt Ivy used to eat. I could try them out on Honored Grandmother and see what she thinks before I ask Dr. Russell.”
“Awesome idea.”
Kiri had forgotten Anh’s elderly great-uncle and great-aunt had lived with her and her two fathers, as well as her great-grandmother. Anh’s mother had died when she was very young, and her fathers had never remarried so Anh had grown up surrounded by adults. It must have been an unusual life for a child. “Did you miss not having brothers or sisters when you were a child?” she asked curiously.
“Likely I was a spoiled little monster. They used to tell me stories of the early days of the community. We’d walk along the tunnels, and they’d point to each entry and tell me who had built it and who used to live there. Our apartment in red block is one of the oldest apartments, so it’s too big for just my fathers and me now. I know when I marry—if I marry—my fathers hope to move with me to my new home so our apartment can be allocated to a young family with children who need the extra space.” Anh stopped and looked up for a while, her eyes unfocussed. Kiri waited patiently for her to begin talking again.
“I didn’t miss not having children to play with as I grew up. There was always an adult to teach me card games or play board games with me. It was Great-Uncle William who gave me my very first pair of roller skates and stood on the sidewalk watching me learn to skate. But now that they have returned to our ancestors and Honored Grandmother is staying in The Grandparents’ Garden, I miss not having a bigger family. I would love to have not just husbands, but sisters to talk to, and a mother again.”
“Did your fathers ever say why they chose not to remarry? They’re still good-looking men. I’m sure a young woman would have been happy to join with them.”
Anh grimaced and pushed her empty bowl away from her. “I think at first they were too sunk in grief by my mother’s passing, and by the time they’d gotten over that the seniors were starting to need a lot more care and help. I know they hope I’ll marry.”
Kiri tamped down her natural desire to reassure Anh and replied with what she hoped was a moderate, but honest, response. “I know Dr. Russell is fond of you. I’ve seen his gaze following you. Tim and Barry, too, I think. How do you get on with Whitney and Gwen?”
“Oh, I’d love to have them as sisters. They are both very different from me. They’re used to a lot of noise and craziness happening all around them all the time, whereas my home was quiet and peaceful. But I’m sure I’d like it. Some craziness would be fun, I think.”
“My dream came true. I hope yours will, too. Meanwhile, work on the menus. That’s a useful and helpful thing to do.”
The conversation turned to everyday chat after that, but Kiri was determined to talk to George and Wang about Anh that evening.
* * * *
Kiri was enjoying married life very much. She’d settled into George’s and Wang’s house—her house now—rearranging rooms and furniture to make it more cozy and less stark. She’d added bright cushions and rugs to the living room, flowering plants to the porch, and paintings to the hallway walls.
In the shop she’d cleared a small corner for children, adding a few beanbag chairs, a soft play rug, and a box of simple toys. Wang’s eyebrows had hit his hairline when he’d seen her changes, but she’d explained, “If the children are playing with the toys, they’re not touching the stock. And if they’re happy and not fussing, the mothers will be happier customers.”
It seemed to be working. Sales had increased the past few weeks, and the new craft line was selling well, too.
Then every night the two men worshipped her body. She’d had sex in more positions than she’d ever thought possible, and each night brought joy and tenderness as well as passion. But she had to admit double penetration was her favorite. The ultimate in possession. They were snuggled together on the couch, but the movie was really just background noise, none of them was watching it. So Kiri asked, “Dr. Russell seems to like Anh a lot. What about Tim and Barry? Are they as interested in her as she is in them?”
“Oh, I see,” said George, running a teasing hand up her bare arm. “Now that you’re married all your friends have to be married, too.”
“You both know I had lunch with Anh today. I really think she’s lonely. I hadn’t realized how much she missed not having Honored Grandmother to care for.”
“I can remember Dad and Father saying they were surprised her fathers never married again,” said Wang, picking Kiri’s legs up and placing them across his knees.
The men seemed about to go off on a tangent, so Kiri prodded them. “What about Tim and Barry?”
The conversation went around in circles for a while, but George summed it up when he said, “They aren’t interested in any other woman. Russell assuredly wants Anh, and Barry wants to get married, so I think she has a good chance.”
Wang dropped Kiri’s shoes to the floor then slid his hands up her legs and under her skirt. “What about us? Do we have a good chance of sex tonight?”
“I’ll need to think about it.” Kiri giggled.
“I can help you with that,” said George, lifting her body slightly as Wang gripped her panties and pulled them down.
“Help, huh—” Kiri broke off on a gasp as two fingers plunged deep into her cunt.
“You’re always so hot and wet.” Wang pulled his fingers out of her and offered one to his brother to taste.
Carefully, George licked the cream off Wang’s finger. “Yum, Kiri, you’re delicious.”
Wang licked his other finger and nodded. “Absolutely.”
Hot thrills raced up and down her spine, and more cream trickled from her pussy. God, they did such sexy things. Just watching them was almost enough to make her come.
Determinedly, she reached for Wang’s zipper and tugged it down, pulling his cock out into her hand. They both had beautiful cocks. Long and thick, and even better, they knew how to use them to give her exquisite pleasure. She pushed his foreskin down and rubbed the tip of her finger over his head, smoothing the drop of pre-cum into the ultrasensitive flesh there before squeezing his shaft and feeling it throb and pulse in her hand.
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