Triad

by Selena Kitt

  “Oh! Sorry, Harley. I kinda forgot I had you guys here.”

  “Uh…”

  “I’ll, um…leave you to it.”

  My back teeth were swimming, so I used the laundry tub instead, then grabbed my robe from the wash pile and threw it on. After the surprise of seeing Harley’s penis I didn’t think I’d get back to sleep in a hurry, so I went to the kitchen and brewed up a jug of coffee.

  Harley crept out of the bathroom, his face now as red as his impressive young cock had been.

  “Hey, hon?” I called to him. “C’mere.”

  He crept over and joined me, inspecting the floor closely.

  “Look, ma’am, I’m sorry—”

  “Forget it, Harley. Really. You’re a young man. You have all this…potency…to deal with.”

  “I just…sometimes…”

  “Hey, I get it. I just didn’t want it to fester, grow into some kinda big wall between us.” I jumped up onto the bench and sat there. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been going solo, too, for the last four months.”

  “Uh…ma’am, your…um…”

  He waved his hand aimlessly in my direction. I glanced down to see that one of my breasts had poked out of my robe.

  “Oops. Sorry, Harley. You don’t wanna see an old lady’s boobies on an empty stomach.”

  He squirmed, obviously uncomfortable, and I began to wonder. I mean, he had been jerking off. Was that because of me?

  “Do you, Harley?”

  “Uh…”

  Fuck, I’m an idiot. How’s he supposed to answer that? “I’m sorry. I was joking. It’s just, you’re with Ben so I kinda…treat you like family.”

  “I’m not with—oh…I see.”

  I let the moment pass. “Coffee?”

  “Please, ma’am.”

  We drank in silence for a moment, leaning towards each other, separated by the kitchen bench.

  “How old are you, Harley?”

  “Same as Ben. Twenty-two.”

  “Really?”

  “I’m…almost twenty-one.”

  “You had much experience with girls?”

  “I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean …uh, you’re real beautiful and all-”

  “No, relax, Harley. It’s just I don’t know how many guys your age would tell a girl her breast was showing. They usually just soak it up until she realizes. Even old saggy ones.”

  “Ma’am, if I may…you have beautiful ti– breasts.”

  “That‘s ten bucks I owe you, now.”

  He smiled shyly, then sipped his coffee for a moment in silence. Then he coughed and opened up.

  “I’ve been with a couple girls. I’m no virgin.”

  “And did you like it?”

  “Yeah, I liked it.” He shrugged something invisible away. “They were just girls. I mean, like, they were pretty and nice. The first one, I knew her since I was six, and she was sweet. But she was so small and soft.”

  “That’s kinda what most guys like.”

  “They do?”

  I reached over, put my hand on the back of his neck, like we were a conspiracy of two. “You don’t like to talk, do you, Harley?”

  “I’m talking now.”

  “I mean about stuff that matters. I’m guessing maybe you’ve read a lot, like the letters in men’s mags?”

  “Yeah.”

  “And articles about what women want and how to give it to them?”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “And you don’t quite get it?”

  He bit his lip, maybe so he wouldn’t answer.

  I put my hand on his cheek, just lightly. “Y’know…you boys have a right to a satisfying sex life, too. That’s not just sticking it into whatever pussy’s available.”

  I felt him jump a little when I said ‘pussy’, like he was shocked I’d use such a word. I leaned in a little closer and played my trump card.

  “And it’s not always about pussy.”

  His head jerked out of my hand and he stared straight into my eyes. “What? How did you…?”

  “I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

  “Who?”

  “It’s all right, Harley.”

  He seemed to shrink a little, as if he was clenching up all over. “I…I didn’t mean to. It’s just…well, you’ve seen him.“

  “Yes, honey. I have.”

  “I meant what I said before. I like girls. But Ben’s just, like, somethin’ else. In the regular army they talk about ‘best of the best’. To me, that’s Ben.”

  I sighed. “You have very good taste, honey.” I felt sure that most of the action in their unit revolved around Ben. He was future officer material, but more than that, he was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be, or be around.

  “I’ve never shared a room just him and me before. I could barely sleep with him there. He’s why I was…y’know…before.”

  My ego suddenly felt as saggy as my boobs.

  We both looked to the hallway as we heard the toilet flush.

  Harley jumped to his feet, scared that Ben might have heard us. “I’m…uh…gonna get a shower in.”

  As they passed in the hallway, Ben punched the smaller boy on the arm. “Hey, Softly.” He turned his attention to me and unsheathed his amazing smile again. “Hey, Nicole. Fuck, that still sounds weird to me.”

  He was dressed in just a pair of jeans, the tautness of his upper body a testament to his discipline and training.

  “That’s new.” I pointed to his chest, at the spot he’d rubbed at last night, a peace sign tattooed on his left pec. “You think it works, you being in the army and all?”

  “Reserves. And I’m in supplies. Thinking about transferring to catering, though…in your honour.”

  “Yeah? What’s your specialty dish?”

  “Duck…and cover.”

  “Idiot. Seriously, though…a tatt?”

  He glanced down, trailed his fingers across it like it was a rabbit’s foot, or a crystal ball.

  “I got it for mom.”

  I smiled, though I almost felt like crying. Gina, Ben’s mom, had been like a sister to me, at least while I was part of the family. She never said as much, but I got a strong feeling that she didn’t like Kurt. She always was a smart woman.

  I snapped out of my reverie when I realized Ben had asked me something.

  “Huh?”

  “I said who do I have to fuck to get a coffee around here?”

  “You know where everything is, so I guess you can go fuck yourself.”

  He made out he was going to give me a backhanded slap. “Why you…I oughta…”

  I threw my hands up, arching my fingers like I’d just applied nail polish. “No, no, big boy…not the face!”

  “Then where?”

  I bit my lip and smiled in lieu of an answer. Every answer I had was just plain wrong.

  Judging by the smile that adorned Ben’s face, he was thinking along the same lines. He made for the coffee-maker, with only a small detour to knock me backwards with his meaty shoulder.

  “Hey, sorry, lady. Didn’t see you there.”

  As he reached up for the coffee jar I slipped my fingers into his armpits from behind. He froze instantly.

  “You wouldn’t.”

  “Oh, you know I would.”

  “Uh…but I’ll drop the coffee.”

  “Then put it down.”

  He moved slowly, placing the jar on the bench top. I could see even from behind that he was smiling. Thinking I was in control, I relaxed too soon.

  With his arms already down, he clenched his muscles, trapping my fingers. I tried to wriggle them, but he was far too strong. He pushed against the bench, his bulk forcing me back. Then, in what looked to me like one movement, he dropped into a crouch to pull my hands loose, spun around and stood, swooping me up into his arms like I was a kitten, or a little girl. I think I even squealed.

  Ben’s smile dimmed almost to nothing. His mouth was tight and hard, like the rest of his body, and his b
reath washed down over my lips. He looked angry, but I’d known him since before puberty hit, since before testosterone started telling him to hide this expression from the world.

  Fear.

  Before I even thought about it, I slipped my mouth onto his and savored the smoothness of his lips. His voice guttered like water in a frypan and he squeezed me so tightly I felt like I’d break.

  His tongue found mine as my hand curled up into his hair, but I knew it had to stop. God, Harley had just bared his soul to me and suddenly it’s my lips locked with Ben’s? The man who used to be my nephew. What the hell is wrong with me?

  I pulled away and shook my head. He loosed me from his grip and let me slide to the floor. We separated, stood tensely, breathing heavily, in opposite corners of the kitchen, like boxers between rounds.

  I spoke first.

  “Oh, god, I’m sorry, Ben. That was…” Heaven. That’s what that was. “That was so wrong of me, on so many levels.”

  He just chuckled. “Y’know, I’ve dreamed about doing that since I was, I don’t know…12?”

  “Well, it‘s done now, you don’t need to waste any more time on it.” I didn’t mean to sound snippy, but I had two layers of guilt riding my ass.

  “You know…my dreams always went further than-”

  “I think Harley’s out of the shower now. Why don’t you go…take care of yourself?”

  “Maybe I will.” His smile tore a new hole in my belly. He held my gaze for a moment, then turned and stalked across the living room, unfastening his jeans as he went. I squeezed my thighs together as I watched his butt.

  Harley emerged from the hallway, freshly washed and in a light robe, and Ben took the opportunity to punch him in the arm again.

  “Hey, mofo.”

  Harley took the punch and rolled his eyes. “Turd.” It was the first time I’d heard him answer Ben back.

  I smiled even as I scolded them. “You two…cut that out.”

  Harley looked over to me. “He started it.”

  “But I’ll finish it.”

  Ben sauntered behind the bathroom door, apparently not worried that he’d left it open. When he crossed to the shower his smooth butt shone out like two hard-boiled eggs. I noticed that Harley was watching as closely as I was.

  When Ben slipped into the shower it was like a spell was broken, and Harley turned back to see me smiling at him.

  “Oh, god, Harley. You have such good taste.”

  He smiled to hide his embarrassment, and accepted my offer of orange juice. I’d just poured us each a glass when Ben called out.

  “Shower’s free.”

  I looked past Harley’s shoulder. Ben was standing in the doorway, the towel gathered around his clenched fist and hiding—only just—his penis.

  “It’s all yours…Nicole.“ He smiled at me again, then gave me another flash of his fiercely tight butt as he walked up the hallway.

  “Are you okay, ma’am?”

  “Uh, fine, Harley. Why?”

  “You were kinda…moaning. Like maybe you forgot something.”

  “Was I? Uh, yeah…I think I have an appointment this morning. Make yourself at home, Harley. What’s mine is yours.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  As I scuttled into the bathroom I couldn’t shake Ben’s beauty from my mind. I closed the door and leaned on it, catching my reflection. My fingers traced my mouth as if soaking up the essence of Ben’s kiss. My kiss, really.

  I shrugged out of my robe and checked myself out properly. Despite my own put-downs, I was pretty happy with my looks. I was more languid than vibrant these days…but I could still almost fit into my prom dress.

  I crept into the shower as if it knew what I’d done, and I willed the water to take my embarrassment away with it. Oh, god…I kissed Ben! Little Benny.

  Not so little any more…

  I shut off the shower and immediately heard a ruckus in the boys’ room. It sounded serious, so I threw the towel around me and, still wet, scooted to their door.

  Wearing only undies, they were on Harley’s bed, each with their arm around the other, apparently trying for a simultaneous headlock. I thought maybe Harley was getting his wish, until Ben landed a solid punch in his friend’s belly. As they wrestled, their muscles rippled beneath their smooth skin and I had to fight the urge to keep quiet and just watch.

  “Boys! Boys! Stop it!”

  “Take it back, Harley!”

  “Fuck you!”

  I flew across the room, slipped my wet arm down between their bellies and pressed, trying to separate them. It was hard work to keep my towel around me as they rolled and bumped.

  Finally, their blood cooled enough to call a silent truce.

  “Now, Ben, you sit on your bed, Harley, you stay there.” They obeyed me like the part-time soldiers they were.

  “What the hell was that about?”

  Ben looked at the wall.

  I turned to Harley. He looked down at his hands. “He started it!”

  “Did not!”

  “Well it must’ve been something damn important.” Man, it was hard to sound bossy dressed in only a towel.

  Ben took a breath. He still didn’t look at me. “You don’t wanna know.”

  “Tell me. That’s, uh, an order.”

  “Fine. You gonna tell her, Harl? Or will I?”

  Harley shrugged theatrically, looking five years younger in one easy step. He flopped back onto the bed, and the swelling in his underwear suddenly became all I could see.

  Ben finally spoke up. “Harley was, uh…saying stuff.”

  I could see in Harley’s eyes the unspoken challenge to Ben’s authority. Shut the fuck up.

  “What kind of stuff?”

  “Please, Aunt Nicole.”

  “Just Nicole.”

  Ben finally looked at me, but then stood and punched the wall. I could see he still had the anger that had gotten him in trouble. He kept his back to me as he muttered. “Dirty stuff.”

  “What, about li’l ol’ me?”

  Harley said nothing, but his hang-dog expression blabbed.

  “I’m interested now, Harley. Just what did you say?”

  Harley licked his lips and studied the floor, mumbled like a teenager. “Mmm…said I’d…like to…mmm you…like a…mmm-mmmer.”

  “Pardon?”

  “He said he wants to fuck you like a jackhammer!”

  My best guess was that Harley was acting up to cover his feelings for Ben. As crude as the comment was, I wasn’t too upset. I’d heard worse.

  I curled my hand up onto the hardness of Ben’s shoulder. “And why do you care what he said?”

  Ben shot two, three hard breaths out of his nose. “It’s not fair! He’s only just met you!”

  Ben was already wired up and about to explode. Harley, unfortunately, wasn’t wise enough to see it, or maybe just wanted to shift some of the blame.

  “And it’s Ben who really wants to fuck you!”

  Ben spun in an instant. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

  He leapt across the room and started wailing on his friend. They rolled around in a wild two-man brawl, all arms, chests and testosterone. I knew if I let them go they’d end up smashing something, either a limb or a wall, so without thinking I latched onto them in the only safe way I could.

  One hand on each of their cocks.

  Both boys froze instantly. They looked at each other, then straight at me. I’d had to drop my towel to secure their packages, but for the moment it didn’t matter.

  “Boys,” I murmured. “Please stop.”

  “But he started it!”

  I clenched my fists. “I don’t care. I’ll finish it.”

  Oh, god, they looked so cute, sitting there next to each other, their ripped bodies almost completely naked. I felt my belly start to do tumble turns the way it used to when Kurt smiled at me.

  There was silence for a moment, before Ben spoke up.

  “Just how do you propose to fi
nish it, Nicole?”

  None of us spoke then. I couldn’t take my eyes away from my hands. I swore I could feel blood pulsing through both their cocks, but it might just have been the strength of my own heart pounding.

  I shook my head and began mouthing off some excuse. The instant my fingers loosened, Ben’s hand flew down onto mine.

  “No…please…”

  “But I’m your aunt.”

  “You’re the one said you weren’t any more. Anyhow, it’s not like we were blood.”

  Then Harley spoke up. “For what it’s worth, Ma’am…I’ve was never your nephew.”

  “Fuck, man! What did I just say before?”

  “What? You think she’s yours, Ben?”

  God. Young men and ownership. Not that it changes much as they age.

  “Boys, boys…settle down.”

  Harley punched Ben’s arm, the first time I’d seen him truly stand up for himself. “But he started it!”

  Ben drew his own arm back, so I placed a hand on each of their chests, my touch somehow calming them both. “And again…I’ll finish it. I know you’re young, but boys…I’m not a toy you can fight over.”

  As much as I wanted to sound cool, I’d forgotten how exciting young men can be, how much heat they pack all over their bodies, just below the surface. Volatility and virility. My hands began to drift all over their chests and bellies. Soft skin over hard muscle. So much power, so little control.

  My hands came to rest, each with a handful of cotton-clad masculinity, and my curiosity got the better of me. It’d been four months since I’d had any cock, and at least a lifetime since I’d had one this young.

  I’d never had two at once.

  I cranked up my smile as I glanced from Ben to Harley. “Besides, I’m way more than either of you…boys…can handle.”

  Suddenly, Ben was smiling. “Is that so?” Question a man’s power and suddenly he grows three inches. It felt like about three, anyway.

  They looked at each other, then both stood up, moving in harmony the way guys seem naturally to do whenever they’re hunting. No words, no signals, just action. They pulled down their undies, Ben quickly and Harley a little more hesitantly, and I was left to stare in awe at just what I’d gotten myself into.

  I turned from one to the other. Slight differences in bend and shape, but both so beautiful. They had cocks like sports cars, all sleek lines and smooth finishes.

  Before I could rethink my confident stance, Ben drew me to my feet and swirled his hand into my hair, gripping me in a way that told me how little of his strength he was using. The smile still hadn’t left his face and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it away with my mouth.