I look over at Oliver and let out a laugh, because he’s completely exposed. I’d momentarily forgotten about it, and being reminded was too much for my brain to handle. By the time I’m able to calm down, Oliver has pulled up his pants.
Scarlet is still standing, looking at us, “Are you two done?”
Oliver and I have been trying to stop our twin weirdness and include Scarlet more, but that’s easier said than done. She’s been a good sport about it, but we still want to be more inclusive.
“Yes…” We respond simultaneously. We also both try and wear our most regretful faces. Scarlet doesn’t hold any harsh feelings, because this is a regular occurrence that’s formed into a pattern. Scarlet sits down in between our chairs on the touching armrests.
“Let’s take this upstairs.” Instead of waiting, Scarlet sprints to the bedroom, and when the two of us realize what’s going on, we follow suit. When we get to the bedroom where Scarlet is on the bed waiting for us. Oliver and I go to stand at the edge of the bed, waiting for her orders.
“Undress.”
We begin to get out of our clothes, but then Scarlet says,
“Slowly.”
We do our best strip tease before taking our positions on Scarlet’s sides and begin kissing our way down her body.
• • •
After some time, we all collapse onto the bed, tired. We take a few minutes to catch our breaths then Oliver turns on his side,
“Hey, guys.”
The way he says it is so serious, I almost think he’s going to drop life-changing news on us, but it’s only information on his earlier thoughts. “I thought you guys might want to know what I was thinking about earlier. I was thinking about our future and how it’s looking really bright with everything looking up for the three of us…” After his little speech, I feel the need to back up Oliver, because I’m feeling the same way.
“Yeah, the future holds a lot of promise.” I look over at Oliver and give him a wink. He gives me a nod, and I know we’re both on the same page. We’d talked about it previously, and the two of us agree. We’re ready to take our relationship to the next level. With how happy we all are, there’s no reason to not make a true commitment to one another.
Scarlet
The boys have been acting weird since our earlier dalliance. They bared their feelings, more than either one of them has done in a while. The last time they did something like this, we ended up moving in together. Maybe there’s another big announcement… but what? Things have been quiet on the home front ever since everything calmed down with their father. It was touch and go. We were anxious and worried, but when it looked like he wasn’t coming back, we were finally able to relax. Plus, the boys installed security systems, and they even signed us all up for self-defense classes. Caden is actually good at this stuff already, but Oliver and I are working hard to catch up.
Caden and Oliver are playing a game in the den. I volunteered to make dinner tonight, because I want to treat the two of them. Usually, Caden makes dinner, and I’ll try to help – Oliver tries to help, too, but he’s not the smoothest in the kitchen. I’m making a simple dish. I’ve made spaghetti, and it’s currently cooling. I’m working on the salad when I feel someone grab my sides. I spin around, wooden spoon in hand, and hit Oliver,
“Oh, my god!”
“Oww!” Oliver laughs as he jumps back, and when we realize everything is okay, we all take a deep breath. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
I put the spoon down and place a soft hand on Oliver’s chest. “Don’t worry. I’m not mad. And I wasn’t even that scared.” My comment gets me a smile, and Caden walks over to stand with the two of us.
“Well, with that being said, do you think you’re ready to go again?”
Go again? So soon? These boys are insatiable. Sometimes I think I won’t be able to keep up, but every time they are around me, my fire reignites me with all the energy I need.
“Yeah, I’m ready to go again.” I love seeing how happy I can make them. I know I matter to someone when I can make their day better.
Oliver pushes into me while Caden goes over to the pasta I just made. Even with Oliver’s bulge pushing against my stomach, I’m distracted by Caden.
“What are you doing?”
Caden gives me a mischievous smile but ignores my question. Oliver turns my face towards him, taking my eyes away from whatever Caden is doing,
“Why don’t we figure out what we’re going to do?”
I nod, and Oliver brings his hand down my body. His fingers leave a trail of heat as he gets to the top of my shorts. He pulls at the hem, letting it snap back against my body. The elastic is pretty new, so the snap leaves a soft sting.
“Have you figured out what you want to do?” he breathes.
I nod again, and this time Oliver begins to slowly slide his hand into my panties.
“Was something like this on your mind?” Oliver’s fingers go into my folds.
I gasp and place a hand on his shoulder. He moves slowly, swirling his fingers around inside me. The movements almost feel lazy, but his eyes are intense. After a few pumps, Caden has returned with a bowl of spaghetti. I have no idea what he wants to do with it, but it’s hard to think of anything except for Oliver’s fingers. Oliver picks his body off mine but doesn’t remove his hand. He’s moved so Caden can take my shirt off. He unclasps my bra.
Oliver lets out a deep sigh, “I will never get tired of your body.”
“I’m inclined to agree,” Caden offers some words, and I can see he’s got spaghetti strands in his hands.
I’m about to ask about them, but Oliver hasn’t stopped moving his fingers inside of me, which I let out a moan instead.
“Let’s have some more fun.”
I’m not sure what that could mean, but Caden doesn’t leave me wondering for long. He places the spaghetti all over my torso so it stays put. When he’s done, he moves away to let Oliver eat the strands and lick the sauce off my body. As he licks tomato sauce off my neck, he flicks my clit with his thumb, and I orgasm onto his hand. He takes a few small nips on my skin, and I relax against the counter once I’m done.
“Wow.”
That felt amazing. Oliver takes his fingers out of me and has me lick them. He sticks all four into my mouth, but he isn’t gentle about it. I choke a little, but I like it. Since being with them, I’ve learned that I like it rough.
“Wow, indeed.” Caden is back and this time with colder foods; ice cream, ice cubes and even the dressing for the salad. We all sit down, and each boy takes an ice cube. “It’s going to feel a little cold… obviously. Just let us know if it’s too much, okay?”
I nod, and Caden pushes lightly against my shoulder so I’m leaning on the shelf door. They take the ice cubes and place them on my nipples. My first reaction is to jerk up in surprise, but I go back to leaning against the shelf door and allow them to continue. My nipples harden immediately. I’ve never felt something quite like this before. I’ve had cold nipples, but this is something else. They circle my nipples with the ice and lick up the melted water. I let out soft exhales, taking in all the sensation. The ice cubes completely melt, and Caden looks into my eyes while Oliver rubs his hand up and down my stomach,
“How was that?”
“Amazing.” It really was. I absolutely loved the way it felt.
“Why don’t we try something else?” Caden picks up the ice cream and hands it to me. “Place it wherever you want.”
Oliver moves his hand, and the two of them sit back, allowing me space to figure out what I want to do. They’re both in their boxers, so I have large canvases to work on. I move over to Caden and pulls his boxers down, so his penis springs out. I place a small scoop of the ice cream on top and proceed to lick off every last bit. As I’m licking it off, he takes a light hold of my hair and gives it some minor pulls. When I finish, some of the ice cream has spread over my mouth. I give Caden a passionate kiss and let him lick the remnants off. After we finish
our kiss, the two of us turn towards to Oliver. I take a glance down and see that Oliver’s still sporting that sizable bulge. I look back at him and say,
“I can take care of that.” I move away from Caden and pull Oliver’s underwear off. I straddle him and descend down on his cock. As I create a slow rhythm, I notice Caden get up and leave the kitchen. Oliver takes hold of my hips, and we start to move vigorously with one another. I splay my hand on the counter behind me. We get to the end then the two of us take a breather against the counter.
Caden hasn’t come back yet. “Do you know where Caden went?” I ask but Oliver simply shrugs, and I find that suspicious. He’s usually more talkative. “Okay.”
We sit in a comfortable silence and wait. Eventually, Caden comes back, and it looks like he has something in his hand. He tries to hide it but fails.
I try to look at what’s in his hand, “What’s that?”
Caden looks at Oliver, his eyes going wide momentarily, then offers me a shrug with a small head shake.
“Nothing.”
That’s even more suspicious, but I let it go and tell them, “Well, we should have dinner. You two must be hungry.” I stand up and try to get the food, but Oliver takes my hand, stopping me,
“Not yet. We have something we’d like to ask you.” Oliver picks himself off the floor and goes to stand by Caden.
I give them a raised eyebrow, opening up the room for whatever they want to say. Caden hands something to Oliver, and both of their expressions grow somber.
“You ready?” Oliver asks Caden. Caden gives a small nod.
The next thing I know, they both get down on one knee. I’m so floored, I fall back onto the island behind me. “What’s happening?” I can feel tears forming and try to blink them away. They haven’t even said anything, and I’m already losing it.
“Well, we thought since everything is going so well…” Oliver starts off and then hands the baton to Caden,
“We, were wondering if…”
“You’d want to marry us?”
They ask me simultaneously, and it couldn’t have been any more perfect. They hold out their hands, and in them are two halves of what appears to be a ring. My brain has started to slow down, and because I am feeling so much, I don’t immediately give them answer.
“Scarlet?” Caden’s eyes search me, and I fall to my knees to hug them both.
“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you.” Tears are gushing down my face. I pull away to wipe them. Oliver asks for my hand so they can put the ring on. I hold it out, and the two of them place the interlocking halves onto my ring finger. I take a second to admire it, amazed that this is happening to me. I never dreamed I could be this happy, and it’s more than I’ve ever imagined.
Oliver
The day of the wedding is finally here. Caden and I were beyond nervous this morning. Scarlet didn’t let us see her at all today; she said it would be bad luck. Somehow, she managed to wake up earlier than us and sneak out to get ready. None of the arguments Caden and I made regarding our premarital status worked; she was adamant. So there was nothing we could do but comply.
Getting ready was a task. Even though the ceremony is small, we knew what we’re doing is unconventional and not many people understand. Caden and I were decently frantic. We had chosen our suits earlier in the month, but once they were on, we kept waffling on whether or not we made the right choice. There was even a moment we swapped suits to see if the other was better. It was all for naught, because in the end, we went back to our original choices. The next hurdle was our ???, but I won’t get into that.
Eventually, we made our way to the clearing. It was in the woods right by our house. It was perfect. Secluded, serene, surreal. Sometimes it feels as if everything is too good to be true, and when I close my eyes, waiting for it to slip away, it never does. Our new life is here to stay. Our few guests are seated. We invited Ginny. Scarlet invited Chloe, who brought along her fiancé, Tom. Inviting Chloe was a breeze for Scarlet. They had reconnected when she returned to Coldgrove, and evidently, Scarlet kept Chloe in the loop about basically everything.
Ginny was a different story. When we first called up Ginny, Caden and I were a bag of nerves. We hadn’t had much of a chance to talk to her in a while, and it didn’t help that it was right after our dad passed away. We know the police had contacted her after he was shot, but the two of us had avoided making any contact. There was much to explain, and it felt easier to ignore it. But Scarlet urged us to call, reminding us that ignoring our problems would only make them worse, and deep down we knew that.
That first call was hard. We didn’t drop everything at once. It was awkward and uncomfortable, but each call got easier and easier. After a few calls back and forth, Scarlet said she wanted to meet her, and we weren’t sure how Ginny would react to our… arrangement. We invited her over for lunch and said there was something important we wanted to tell her. We had decided it was best to talk to her in person, so the plan was for Caden and I to tell her then based on her reaction, we’d invite Scarlet into the room. It didn’t go quite as planned. Ginny arrived earlier than expected while Caden and I were out picking up food for lunch. When we got home, Scarlet and Ginny were already deep in conversation. I still don’t know how she did it, but Scarlet had explained everything to Ginny, and when we got there, the two of them were essentially friends. After that, we were back on good terms with our stepmother, and when we told her we were getting married, she was wholeheartedly supportive.
Now Caden and I are standing, waiting for our beautiful bride. The processional music starts to play and we both simultaneously take in a deep breath. I cast one last look down at my shoes to make sure they’re tied properly, but when I look back up, far in the distance, hidden among the trees, I see someone in a white suit lurking in the shadows. I blink my eyes and shake my head, because it has to be my imagination. When I look again, the man in white is still standing there, and my heart drops into my stomach with my breathing quickening a million miles a minute as sweat forms all over my body. I turn to Caden, who doesn’t seem to notice anything. He turns to me and wrinkles his face as he whispers,
“What’s up?”
“Do you see him?” I whisper curtly back.
Caden does a quick glance around, “See who?”
I look back towards the woods in the distance and the man in the white suit is gone.
“Dude, you’re paranoid. Relax!” Caden hisses.
I take a couple of breaths, which helps calm my heart rate down. Maybe it is my imagination then. I’m paranoid. But I can’t be – not today. Today is my wedding day. With Caden’s reassurance, I push this paranoia to the back of my brain and focus on waiting for our beautiful bride to walk down to us.
Chloe, Scarlet’s maid of honor, walks down aisle, sprinkled with flower petals, to the two of us. She looks fantastic in her dress; it’s as if she’s illuminated. Over the past few months, Caden and I became close enough to Tom that we felt comfortable with having him marry us albeit unofficially. There wasn’t an official legal way for us to be married, so instead we added Scarlet to all our papers, creating a partnership between the three of us. Ginny is our best man. Outside of each other – and now Scarlet – Ginny was the person we felt closest to. So everyone invited was also a part of the wedding.
Before we know it, the music changes to the song of the brides, and everyone stands up, facing the back. As I join them in looking up the aisle, my heart beats faster, thumping hard to jump out of my chest to meet Scarlet. I steal a quick glance at Caden, and he’s wearing the biggest smile with twinkling eyes. I turn back and see…
Scarlet Russell is gracefully emerging in a vision of white, glowing in elegant beauty. Her hair is delicately pulled back so we can see her vibrant smiling face with makeup that highlights her eyes. Sparkling chandelier-like earrings hang from her earlobes. She’s not wearing a necklace, so her neckline is exposed before it fades behind sheer lace that extends down both of her sleeves, which are
decorated with white intricate Victorian patterns. Her fitted bustier erupts into a web of overlapping embellished Victorian patterns, all embroidered in crystals. When her dress flows into her waistline, it fans out into thick chiffon with the intricate patterns untangling themselves. As the skirt reaches for her feet, the patterns entangle themselves again and trail along the hemline.
Wow. I can’t believe how speechless I am – it’s almost like I forgot how to breathe. As she glides down the aisle, my eyes never leave her. Nothing could be better than this moment.
• • •
We didn’t want our vows to be too extravagant, so we kept them simple. When it was time to kiss the bride, Caden and I had already figured something out but hadn’t told Scarlet. We both kissed her on each side of her face on her cheeks. I could feel her smiling against my lips. We end the kiss then all of us go into the backyard for the reception. We had set up our picnic table. Caden, Tom and I fetch the food from the kitchen while guests take their seats. Even though we kept the ceremony simple, we went all out on the food for the reception. I’m surprised we managed to keep it a surprise from Scarlet. When the three of us go back outside with the covered platters, Scarlet’s eyes perk up, curious at what we’re hiding.
“So what’s the big surprise?” She’s been asking us this all week. Ever since we declared that the food for the reception was going to be a surprise, Scarlet’s been indiscreetly trying to get us to reveal the secret. While she can be persuasive, we both managed to hold our tongues.
We’ve placed the platters on the table and gone over to Scarlet, standing behind her. “Why don’t you find out?” Caden tells her to take a peek.
She stands up and goes for the dish closest to her. Adding more gravity than the situation calls for, Scarlet lifts the top with a slow and gentle hand. As it starts to become apparent what is inside, under the cover, her smile widens.
“Did you guys really…?”
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