I gasped, stunned.
“But I thought … I thought …”
The elderly lady smiled faintly at me, eyes knowing and wise.
“You thought I had my head in the clouds? That my daughter was perfect and could do no wrong?”
I nodded wordlessly. This conversation was beyond my wildest dreams. It seemed that Jane knew exactly how the land lay, knew about my sister and her proclivities, and maybe knew a little bit about me too. Maybe I wasn’t second fiddle, maybe I was actually first in line, Jane just hadn’t shone the spotlight on me.
“But Mom, if you knew,” I said slowly. “Why didn’t you say anything? Why make it seem like everything about her was so perfect? Why didn’t you do something?”
Jane was silent for a moment.
“That’s a good question,” she said slowly before looking me in the eye again. “But what could I do? I’m fifty-five, baby girl, and your sister had a mind of her own, she’s been headstrong since she was twelve. And what could I do about you? You were always a different case, you were and are so different from your sister.”
“But why didn’t you say something to me?” I whispered, agonized. “I thought you barely even knew I was alive.”
My mom paused for a moment.
“Because you didn’t need it honey,” she said, squeezing my limp fist. “You grew and thrived on your own. Maybe you weren’t a tropical bloom like your sister, but you’re just as amazing.”
I shook my head.
“What are you talking about?” I said, confused. “What tropical bloom?”
Jane chuckled a little.
“Hannah’s the kind of flower that needs a lot of attention. You don’t talk to her, you don’t sing, and she wilts away, she needs constant watering and attention. And yet, that wasn’t enough,” said Jane sadly. “That wasn’t enough to stop her from veering off to the wrong side.”
I nodded. All the effort my mom put into my sister had turned out pointless, she did whatever she wanted.
“But what about me?” I asked plaintively. I hated to sound so needy and desperate, but I wanted the conversation to be about me for once.
Jane looked at me then, her eyes filled with love and compassion.
“Angie, you’re good to the core. No matter what I did or didn’t do, no matter how much attention or how little I gave you, I knew you’d be okay because you’re you,” she said. “You’ve got a sense of right and wrong that’s unerring, you’re able to make good decisions again and again and again, with no input from me whatsoever. You make me proud, honey, you’ve always made me proud.”
That made me interrupt.
“No Mom, that’s not true,” I said slowly. “I was sleeping with Brian, didn’t you hear? And Jed too,” I said flatly, sure that they would earn me a tongue lashing. No sense in beating around the bush now.
But Jane shook her head again.
“I can’t say what’s right and what’s wrong in this case,” she said slowly. “Brian is your sister’s husband, that’s true, but at the same time, she didn’t do right by her husband. Everyone in town knew,” continued my mom slowly, “Everyone knew what your sister was up to, it wasn’t a secret. And again, the two of you waited until your sister was gone. So is that wrong? Is that so wrong?”
I had to give it one last try.
“Hannah wasn’t even cold in her grave before Brian and I … umm, started,” I stammered. “Not even cold in her grave.”
Jane nodded solemnly.
“But she was gone. And that’s what counts, honey,” she said firmly. “You didn’t disrespect her, she was no longer around,” she said with finality, determination in her eyes. “She was gone already.”
“But what about Brian?” I whispered. “I’m in love with him, and …” my voice trailed off. I couldn’t out Brian, I couldn’t let out his secret without his permission first.
But my mom is much more intuitive than I give her credit for.
“And Jed is too?” she added archly. “Jed loves Brian as well?”
I nodded miserably.
“You can see why this is so impossible,” I continued flatly. “Plus, there’s no hope anyways. They’ve already given me the boot, we were in a relationship for a while,” I said with a sad twist of my mouth, “but it’s over now.”
My mom shot me a curious glance.
“What makes you say that?”
“Well, first of all, Jed and Brian told me straight out,” I said, voice wooden. “They made it clear in no uncertain terms that I was a third wheel, that they want to explore each other first. And second, it’s bad for business. If two men in love is hard for this small town to swallow, then imagine it being two men plus a woman. I don’t think the Courtside Club is going to toast us, this would knock their socks off.”
My mom laughed then, her voice ringing out like a bell.
“What’s so funny?” I asked suspiciously. “What’s so funny?”
My mom tried to swallow some of her laughs, but it came out more a “mwmwm.”
“What?” I asked, brows lowering. This wasn’t exactly funny to me. What is it?”
“Well, I just never thought you were the type of person who cared what the Courtside Club thought,” she said off-handedly. “I thought you hated that place.”
That was true, I always thought everyone there had pokers up their asses, stiff and snobby, rich and bitchy. But still, we’d be the laughingstock of town if people found out, Brian and Jed would lose their standing in society, and I’d be branded a whore who serviced two men. Not good.
“But Mom,” I said slowly. “I don’t care about what they think, but don’t you? Don’t you care if people start talking, if all your friends treat you like a pariah?”
Jane shot me a wry look.
“You mean, on top of everything Hannah’s already done? You couldn’t possibly add too much more to that, I think there’s already plenty out there.”
And I stopped suddenly because she was right. If my sister had already caused such a ruckus, then what was one more thing? Sure, the news of a relationship between me, Brian and Jed would be fodder for all the gossip rags, there’d be so many whispers and smirking side eye. But still, our family had already been tagged with so many rumors, so much shit, all of it topped off with my sister’s latest escapade culminating in her death. So what was one more thing? What was one more dose of salacious news? It seemed my mom was telling me she could handle it, that she was already used to the rumor mill, and that I should go for what I wanted.
“Are you sure Mom?” I asked taking a deep breath. “Are you sure? Because once people find out about the three of us, I think their heads are going to blow off, there’s going to be brains on the floor. It’s not like before,” I said slowly, shaking my head. “It’s not like before. And I’m not even sure that Brian and Jed want this. They told me already,” and here I choked, “that they only want virgins, and since I’m not a virgin anymore, they’re not even interested.”
That made my mom laugh even harder.
“Really?” she asked. “They were so unkind? That doesn’t seem like Brian.”
“I know, right? It doesn’t,” I said, confused suddenly. “It doesn’t seem like him at all.”
My mom shot me a knowing glance.
“I think you’ll find honey, that Brian was grasping at anything to keep you out of it. He was trying to find some reason, any reason, to protect you from the rumor mill, and some of it doesn’t sound right to us. It doesn’t sound like the man we know and love.”
“Yeah, right?” I asked slowly, still shaking my head, confusion clouding my brain. “It doesn’t sound like him.”
“No, it doesn’t,” confirmed my mom for the third time, seizing my hand this time. “So forget the past. Forget what’s been done, forget everything about your sister, and don’t worry about me either. Go with your gut, baby, go with your gut and chase your future. Make yourself happy, do what you need, because that’s what’s going to bring you love.”
And with dawning realization, I sat back in my chair. Jane was right, Brian’s words didn’t sound right to me. He’d said that he and Jed wanted to explore their relationship together first, and that was fine. But we could do that together, I’d been a part of them for as long as they’d had each other. And the whole virginity thing? That’s what smacked of falsehood. That didn’t sound right at all, Brian and Jed weren’t thoughtless monsters who used and abused sweet things. Sure, they appreciated a virgin, it was right up their alley, but it didn’t mean that they were done, tossing a girl out once her hymen was busted. It just wasn’t them, they loved and adored women, and there’s more to the female sex than a thin piece of tissue.
So slowly, I looked at my mom again.
“I think you’re right,” I said slowly. “Maybe there’s something to it.”
Jane merely gazed at me gently, blue eyes soft.
“It’s not about being right or wrong, Angie,” she said gently. “It’s about going for what you want. And you, my dear girl, deserve that. You deserve happiness and that’s all I can hope for you. That’s all I want for the daughter I love most.”
And suddenly, my heart broke open. Because hearing those words was like the dam bursting at Niagara Falls. My mother, Jane, has always loved me, and sometimes even more than my sister. I’d never known it, never realized it because she treated her children differently, according to what each daughter needed, their particular personalities demanding different accommodations. But now, hearing my mother’s supportive words made me burst with joy. Because Jane wanted me to be happy, and even if it was with Brian and Jed, that was okay. It was okay, and no matter what happened, Jane would support me.
The problem was that now I just had to go and find my future, to find the loves of my life and make them see why and how we belonged together. Because two men and a woman is untraditional for sure, but it’s not impossible. And I was no longer afraid of what anyone would say, what anyone would think or how it might damage my family. All I wanted was peace and happiness with the loves of my lives, Brian and Jed at my side.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Brian
She came into my office dressed in a pencil skirt and high heels.
“How’s that filing coming along?” I asked smoothly, expression impassive. “I hear it’s a mountain of documents.”
Jed said nothing, my partner sitting silent in his chair, although those blue eyes roamed all over Angie’s figure, that sweet curviness so tempting and delicious. His male body went hard instantly, the big man’s energy radiating tensely from his form.
The brunette started, immediately aware of the hot vibe, the way we both wanted her. But she was like an unsuspecting lamb in a lion’s den, letting herself quietly into the room.
“It’s good,” said the girl softly, shutting the door behind her with a snick. “It’s good.”
I cocked an eyebrow.
“Really? It’s fine?” I asked skeptically. “That’s a shit ton of work, and I hear you’re doing it all on your own.”
The girl sat down across from me, next to Jed.
“It’s fine,” she said taking a deep breath. “Actaully I’m here to talk about something else.”
Both Jed and I braced ourselves. Oh god, the last two weeks have been fucking awful. We’d thrown Angie out of our trio, reluctantly, but it had to be done. Jed had protested at first like a mad dog.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he growled. “She’s the best part of this.”
I was seated in his lap at the moment, legs spread and dick pointing straight up. I wanted his cock in me, desperately wanted it to invade my tight asshole, but Jed had important things to say first.
“Like I said,” he ground out. “Fuck what people say. Let her have what she wants.”
I whined slightly, running my asshole over his dicktip. Jed always feels so good when he’s in my butt, but at the moment, the alpha was holding back. He knew that I’d do anything he wanted at the moment, and was using it to his advantage. Again, his glans skated over my anus, teasing and tantalizing, making the pleats clench with anticipation.
“God, fuck man, just do it,” I ground out, panting, leaning forwards. “Just do it, fuck me with that hard dick, leave the talk for later.”
Jed grunted harshly behind me, grabbing his pole and teasing it against my anus again. But he ignored my command.
“Like I said, just let her have what she wants,” he ground out. “Let her get two dicks, what’s wrong with that?”
And this time, I turned, arching my back, looking into those penetrating blue eyes despite the fact that I was two seconds from completion.
“Angie doesn’t know what she wants, asshole,” I ground out myself this time. “She’s eighteen. You think she knows what she’s talking about? Hell no, that little girl would lie down on the highway if we told her to, she wouldn’t care if there were two semis and four trucks coming her way. She’d tear her own heart out if we told her to.”
That made Jed pause for a moment, but I guess the description persuaded him because with a grunt and a pop, he eased his penis into my hole.
“Unnh!” we both growled, our voices a rising cacophony. “Unnh!”
But even as we buttfucked, Jed wasn’t done with the issue yet.
“She’s old enough,” he heaved, drilling me deep. “Angie’s old enough to know what she wants.”
I merely gripped him hard with my anus, making the big man shudder, his dick twitching in my hot inner chamber.
“Naw, she doesn’t know,” I panted back. “She has no idea what she’s asking for.”
And with that, both of us burst, sperm flying everywhere, mine whizzing in an arc to spatter on the floor as Jed coated my GI tract with his good stuff. Shit, the sex was fucking amazing, it hadn’t lasted even two minutes, but that’s the thing. Wouldn’t it be better if Angie were here to catch my semen her mouth? Or if I was able to spray in that pretty little pussy? Wouldn’t it be better not to waste, to have that sweet female body with us, the ultimate cum receptacle?
And it seems that Angie wanted to take up the issue now. Because as she let herself into my office, the brunette was even more beautiful than we remembered, that figure so curvy underneath her office blouse, the skirt hugging her hips tightly, emphasizing that huge butt.
“So what did you want to say?” I asked smoothly, looking at her idly. Jed, that fucker, wasn’t even bothering to hide his hunger. Dude was like a ravenous lion, staring at her with lust. I shot him a warning look because Angie is worth more than both of us put together, and mofo better not mess it up.
The little girl looked between us meaningfully before biting her lip.
“Well,” she began hesitantly, taking a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you about us.”
“There is no ‘us,’” I interrupted smoothly. “There’s a me and him,” I said, nodding at Jed, “but there’s no ‘us,’ girlie.”
Angie looked stricken but she summoned her courage, straightening those narrow shoulders before looking both Jed and I in the eye again.
“There is an us,” she said slowly, her voice low but firm. “There’s absolutely an us, and I’m not sure why I got boxed out. I didn’t want it, and I know Jed didn’t either, so it’s you, Brian. Why me? Why did you force me out?”
At that, Jed swung blazing blue eyes to look at me as well, the heat so hot that I could feel my eyebrows singe. But I stayed calm, cool and collected, instead turning back to my lovers.
“Angie baby, you have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said idly, leaning back in my chair like a relaxed lion. “You have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about.”
But Jed shot me a dirty glance then.
“What he’s saying,” the big man interrupted, “is that we want what’s best for you baby. And getting mixed up with the likes of us is no good,” he said, that rumble deep and convincing. “It’s fucked up, it’ll fuck up your life for good.”
She threw us a searching gla
nce.
“Says who? How, fucked up? Why do you say that?”
Now, Jed and I both goggled. Wasn’t it obvious? Holy shit, weren’t the repercussions obvious?
“Baby, we’re two alpha males,” ground out Jed, those blue eyes like fire all over her curvy tits, making the girl quiver. “We’ll fuck up your body like you’ve never been fucked-up before.”
I groaned. Shit, what he was saying was right, but at the same time, it had the opposite effect. Because Angie immediately sat up in her chair and nodded, breasts heaving.
“But that’s what I want,” she moaned slightly. “That’s what I want. See? Look, this is how much I want you.”
And those little fingers were fast because in an instant, one huge tit was out and beckoning to us, her creamy flesh on display, that pink nipple hard and stiff in the cold office air.
But I made myself sit still, I made myself stay behind my desk although I wanted nothing more than to jump up and devour the sweet, succulent meat.
“Put it back in,” I commanded, rasping harshly. “Put it back in,” I ground out again.
Angie shook her head stubbornly.
“You’re not the boss of me,” she whispered, bright spots of color on her cheeks. “You’re not the boss, and I’m not leaving until I get an answer.”
We could hardly focus because at that moment, the girl began stroking her nipple, pulling and tugging, making my dick jump. But Jed is a better man than me. I keep making like he’s an asshole, which he is, but in our moment of weakness he rose to the occasion. Because in one swift movement, his jacket was off and he draped it over the girl so that only her face poked out.
“Like Brian said, baby, if you’re here to get answers, then this isn’t the way to go about it,” he rasped. “Put that tit back in and talk. We’ll listen this time. I promise.”
And slowly, Angie nodded, flushing. Something moved under the jacket, and when she slid it off, everything was back in its place.
“I didn’t want to do it like that,” she whispered, “But I didn’t feel like there was a choice.”
“Choice for what?” I asked, voice menacing. “What the hell are you talking about?”
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