Falling for My Dad's Best Friend

by Cassandra Dee

  And with that, Kristian bestowed me with a heavy gold signet ring, symbolic of the oath I’d taken.

  “I, too, accept the burden, the sacrifice, the honor that you bring to this position, Legionnaire,” he intoned from above, completing the ceremonial ritual. And just like that, Kato and I become the newest body guards to the Prince, complete with stiff white uniforms and packing some serious heat.

  But we hadn’t forgotten our plans either. King Georg was foremost on our minds, our long-lost father, the dude who couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge his own sons. So I called up Violet – she was a part of the plan whether or not she knew it.

  “Mom,” I growled into the phone, “you’re still coming to St. Venetia for the ball right?”

  “Oh I don’t know,” Violet replied faintly, her voice tinny from the long-distance call. I could almost hear her wringing her hands, agonizing about the decision. “I haven’t bought a ticket yet, maybe I don’t have enough vacation days …” she said, her voice trailing off.

  But I cut in.

  “We already bought you a ticket, Violet, no worries,” I reminded her smoothly. “Leaves Tuesday, we’ll see you here Wednesday.”

  But Violet still wasn’t sure.

  “I don’t know,” she said slowly, “there’s so much going on, everything’s so complicated,” her voice trailed.

  And I understood the hesitation. Violet knew that we were Legionnaires now, that we worked for our half-brother, that we probably saw our father on a regular basis.

  “Do Kristian and Georg know who you are?” she asked slowly, quietly.

  And I’d shook my head even though she couldn’t see.

  “No,” I ground out, “they have no idea.”

  And the sigh from across the ocean was loud enough to tear my heart, make it crumple and fold a bit.

  “Well I hope you know what you’re doing,” she said slowly. “It sounds like playing with fire, taking this job.”

  And I grunted then.

  “I know Ma, but trust me, it’s fine. Kato and I are fine as Legionnaires, we make a good living, we’re well-suited to the position. So come to the gala okay? It’s doubling as our induction ceremony, they’re going to honor us, make it formal, pin us with badges, all that kind of stuff.”

  And my mom sighed.

  “Okay, I’ll do it for the two of you,” she said slowly. I knew she was thinking about Prince Georg, how she could avoid him among the masses of crowds sure to be there. But Violet, ever the trooper, sighed and put it out of her mind for the time being, focusing instead on mom stuff.

  “How are you and Kato?” she asked gently. “Have you been settling in well? Making new friends? Have you met anyone special?”

  I rolled my eyes. Violet has been on us to settle down for a while now and brings it up all the time, even setting us up on long-distance blind dates sometimes. The last one had been with some fifty year-old friend of hers living in Spain, and Kato had I had put the kaput on that one immediately.

  But I laughed this time because I had some good news.

  “Mom, we’re doing fine,” I assured her. “More than fine. We’ve met someone and want you to meet her.”

  And that made my mom squeal.

  “Karl, Kato, is it true? Have you really met someone nice? I’m so happy for you,” she chattered, “my baby boys have finally met someone, I’m so excited!”

  And Kato and I shared another exasperated glance. Violet’s enthusiasm was flattering but overblown, her level of excitement off the charts and kind of embarrassing. So Kato took the receiver from my hand and said, “Yeah Ma, we’ve met someone special and want you to meet her too, introduce you gals. Can’t wait.”

  And Violet was on Cloud Nine by now, heady with excitement.

  “Oh I hope she likes me, I know I’ll like her, this will be so fun,” she babbled with anticipation.

  “Okay Mom, so we’ll pick you up Wednesday from the airport,” I said gently into the phone. “Bye now.”

  And with a soft click, the receiver went silent, leaving my twin and I staring at each other … hoping for the best between our two best girls.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

  Tina

  I let them take me whenever they want, my body always open, always on call for their needs, their desires. I love being the woman in this dirty foursome, the center of attention, and it’s amazing how much I’ve learned in the past couple months, ensconced in Kristian, Kato and Karl’s arms.

  Because I’ve left Miss Carroll’s and moved into an apartment with the twins, Kristian spending most nights with us. I haven’t told my parents about my set-up exactly, but the fact I’d left Miss Carroll’s didn’t go down well to say the least. The sad part is that they don’t even care who I’m living with now – it was all about money instead.

  “Tina, what’s going on?” asked my dad, concerned. “You know your mom and I hoped that you would come out of Miss Carroll’s with some … ah, results,” he said over the phone.

  “You mean, married, right?” I asked archly. “You wanted me to get my M.R.S. degree while I was there, right?”

  A pause.

  “Well yes, but to the right guy,” said my dad. “For young ladies of a certain social stature, a good match can be made, you know, to someone with … ah, means.”

  I rolled my eyes. I hated how they beat around the bush sometimes, as if I was at Miss Carroll’s for fun and leisure, and not my family’s finances. But at the same time, I could hear real concern in his voice, and my heart gave a little because they raised me and loved me in the best way they knew how, even if things hadn’t turned out perfectly.

  “Listen Dad, how much do you guys need?” I asked softly. “I’ve saved a little here and there, maybe I could help.”

  I was hoping Lord Sterling would turn me down and tell me to keep my cash, but unfortunately he muttered in a small voice, “How much can you spare?”

  And I took a deep breath, “Maybe five, ten thousand?” I had a little socked away from various Christmas presents, my Sweet Sixteen. So when my dad immediately accepted, my heart dropped.

  “Can you wire it to us baby?” he rushed. “With Western Union I don’t even think you need formal ID, you could just use a piece of mail as identification. How soon can you get it to us?”

  I shook my head. Things must have been really, really bad if my small savings was needed this urgently.

  “Listen Dad,” I said slowly, “I can’t get you the money tonight because it’s already almost five, money transfer places will be closing in a few minutes. But what about my tuition from Miss Carroll’s? Have you asked about a refund on that? Pro-rated maybe?”

  And this is where my mom butted in, grabbing the receiver from Lord Sterling.

  “We’ve already tried,” she said frigidly. “Dropping out isn’t grounds for a refund, not even partial ones. It was in the contract.”

  And a hole opened up in my stomach because tuition had been thirty thousand for a year, and I’d been there maybe two months max. So I mentally decided I’d make it up to them as best I could, in whatever small way I could.

  “I’m sorry to hear that,” I said quietly. “I’ll get to the check cashing place first thing tomorrow morning okay? They do same-day transfers, so the money will be in your account by afternoon.”

  “Make sure you do, Christina,” Mary snapped before hanging up on me.

  And the pit in my stomach opened up into a cavern, a mass of worry. Sure, Mary and Robert weren’t the best parents out there with all the financial tomfoolery, but I couldn’t totally blame them. After all, they’d been raised in worlds of wealth and privilege and times had changed without them, leaving them stranded on the sand, exposed to the harsh glare of day. What had worked before, no longer did and they just didn’t get it. People worked for a living now, depending on salaries to stay afloat and my parents were shocked at the thought of holding down a job. Both of them had always relied on various trust funds and now that the money had dried up
? They were adrift, grasping at whatever they could even if it was something as ridiculous as marrying off their daughter to the highest bidder.

  All the same, I loved them and wanted to help in whatever small way I could. I didn’t know where things with Prince Kristian were, but marriage seemed pretty far-fetched given that there were four of us in this relationship. So with my mind twisting and turning, not sure which direction to go, I got up and started dinner. Maybe putting together a feast, something really lavish and complicated, would distract me from my troubles if only for a short while. I’d already put in a full day at Roma Outreach, working with a few new clients, and the twins were due back soon. More likely than not, Kristian would be with them and we could enjoy a nice meal together before moving onto our nightly escapades.

  Because we go at it every chance we can, our dirty quartet, and it’s amazing, more than I ever dreamed it could be. There’s something special about these men, they make me feel so alive, so wanted, and it’s not just the physical. It’s the way they treat me as a valued companion, helpmate, lover and friend, the jewel of our foursome.

  “Baby, did you have a good day?” Karl nuzzled against my throat the other night. I gasped because his hand was trailing down my thigh, or maybe it was Kato’s hand, and I shivered as it neared my puss, exploring that soft crevice between my cunny and leg.

  “I did,” I said, taking a deep breath and raising one knee high for better access, “but I’m worried about one of my clients. He’s just not getting it,” I said slowly, sighing a bit as mysterious fingers stroked my labia, pulling and pinching on that sensitive flesh. Needless to say, my panties were long gone, that damp, wet little ball of cloth discarded on the floor somewhere.

  Karl grunted in reply, sitting up slightly before turning me so that he could stroke my back, massage those tense muscles, and Kristian swooped in to kiss me then, taking my mouth deeply, muttering against my lips.

  “What’s wrong with the client?” he asked. “Is someone defaulting on their loan?”

  I laughed. If only it was that easy.

  “It’s not that,” I said slowly, as Kristian stroked my arms, the golden curves of my shoulders before tweaking a nipple, making me gasp with surprise and arousal. “It’s that the client’s not doing what’s best for his business. I told him that with restaurants, you’ve got to comply with all of the City’s codes, but he won’t install a new vent, he keeps saying that the old one is enough. I’m worried because the city inspector is going to come by soon and shut him down. And then what? Then he’ll have no income, no way to support his family, much less pay back our loan.”

  Kato growled in his throat joan.paton@ntlworld.com

  Amy.mason16@yahoo.comwhile teasing my tits, weighing one pendulous orb in each hand, massaging, squeezing them.

  “I think what you should do,” he said, nuzzling the soft skin behind my ear, “is to bring him by that place on West Street, the old, boarded-up joint that used to sell burgers. They were going at it gangbusters until they were closed by the City, right?” he remarked, shooting a glance at his brother. “Karl and I stopped by there a couple times with the guys and one day, bam! There was a sign saying “Closed for renovations.” But we knew it wasn’t renovations, it was because they were violating all sorts of ordinances, keeping the place open with chicken wire and duct tape.”

  And I sighed because that’s what I loved about my men. Instead of swooping in and saying, “I’ll take care of that for you,” or “I’ll put my men on it,” they understood that non-profit work was my baby, that I loved working hands-on with my clients, helping them grow their businesses from the ground up. And so they advised, they informed, they offered suggestions, but they didn’t pry, they didn’t insist or lord their experience and connections over me. Because it would have been so easy. Karl and Kato were handy, they probably could install a hood vent, a new boiler, figure out weird dripping sounds in a matter of minutes. And Kristian? Well, he was the Crown Prince and could have made sure the inspector saw only what he should have seen. But instead, we were going about the right way, taking our time, not cutting any corners, helping the Roma establish themselves while building a reputation.

  And so I was triply grateful to them, showing them how much I cared, how much I adored them in every way possible. I kissed them back hungrily, my body putty in their hands, creaming already, my kitty glossy with desire, nectar running in rivulets down my thighs.

  “Yes,” I moaned, as Kato bent me over, my ass in the air. “Yes, yes,” I husked again, the musk so strong, so arousing, that the three men were immediately at full mast, forty-five inches of power ready to go.

  And I squealed when Kato pulled out the little rubber plug I’d been sleeping with, the knob coming out with a pop, my anus contracting, flexing a little now that it was empty.

  “Ohhh!” I moaned, as one of the men rubbed my dark star, teasing, tickling, before easing a big finger into that canal.

  “You’ve done well baby,” said Kristian throatily, his dick bumping my chin, lightly tracing against my lips. And like a crazed woman, I tried to catch it in my mouth, to taste the hot rod, the seed that was already spilling from the tip. “You’ve been good, sleeping with a butt plug every night, we’re just loosening you up baby, soon, soon.”

  And the finger in my ass became two, another huge digit joining what was already back there. It felt so good that my pussy creamed hotly and I squealed, the juices running down my thighs, my glossy pink steaming with desire, hot waves of musk pulsing, drawing the men like magnets. And I sighed and moaned again, tossing my head when the digits in my butt began to scissor slowly, stretching me out.

  “Fuck,” ground out Karl from above my head. “Her walls are loosening, feel.”

  And unbelievably, another finger joined the two in my ass. I was stretched so full, so tight, that the only thing to do was to ask for more. So I grabbed my ankles, bending over further, opening myself, stretching, my body shivering, my cunny clenching as my dark star was violated.

  “You’re right,” ground out Kato. “She’s loosening up but she’s still so fucking small.”

  “Hold on,” growled Kristian, “let me try.” And the Venetian pushed a big digit in as well … to join the three that were already in me.

  By now I was so loose, so aroused, that my cunny spasmed on its own, the orgasm ripping through my body, my boobs shaking pendulously as they ran their fingers in and out of my behind, letting me savor the dry penetration of three men in my back hole, the rub incredible, my rusty star clenching rhythmically.

  “Ah ah ah!” I shrieked, unable to stop myself, lightning jolts running through my arms and legs before centering in my cunt, a burning fire, the spasms delicious and uncontrollable. “Ohhhh!” I cried out, my legs buckling as my kitty gave it up, clenching and unclenching, my ass bouncing this way and that as the fingers did their penetrating dance.

  And finally I collapsed only to be caught in Kato’s strong arms, the men chuckling deeply as they pulled their fingers from me with sweet rasps, the dry slide unbearably good even in the aftermath of my come.

  “Baby girl,” murmured Kato into my ear, settling me into his arms, “let’s get the rest of that juice out.”

  And he reached between my legs, stroking my clit once or twice, making me shiver with want and desire all over again before parting my pussy lips, opening my hole once more for all to see.

  “Bear down baby,” he said, “bear down.”

  And despite the fact that none of them had come in me yet, I knew what he wanted. My honey is so copious, running like a continuous stream that I can do a cream pie from vaginal juices alone. And so I pushed with my lower abs, flexing and clenching as best I could while letting out a slight whine, and sure enough a froth of white bubbled at my hole before dripping out, leaking wetly onto the floor between my legs, the oozy goo viscous and thick.

  “Fuck she’s beautiful,” rasped Karl, his hand on his cock, eyes glued to my pink slit, pulsing, glowing even
in rapture.

  “Absolutely stunning,” agreed Kristian, his dick waving in the air, ready to go, laced with pulsing veins that looked about to burst.

  And I just smiled before running a small hand between my legs, parting my pussy lips even wider, displaying my clit before touching the white and bringing it to my lips for a sample.

  “Mmm, delicious,” I cooed, leaning back against Kato’s chest while lasciviously licking my lips, my small pink tongue darting out mischievously. “Fancy a taste?”

  And the three men were on me in a flash, donkeys out and ready to pound.

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  Kato

  “Come on Mom, let me help you get your stuff,” I said, heaving a huge duffel bag into the back of the car.

  “Thanks baby,” said Violet, dragging along a rollerboard. “And I have one more. Karl, can you grab that big suitcase over there?”

  My twin and I rolled our eyes at one another. Our mom was only in St. Venetia for a week, but she’d packed enough for a month-long visit. Then again, our mom always perfectly dressed, her make-up in place with a warm, bubbly air.

  Because Violet’s always been a looker with her snappy blue eyes and thick brown hair. Although there were a few streaks of grey now, her jawline not quite as sharp, cheeks slightly faded, Violet still did well. She took good care of herself and was careful to stay out of the sun, with few age spots or wrinkles except when she laughed, which was often.

  So our mother could get dates, that wasn’t the issue. It was something else entirely, and neither Karl nor I could figure it out. On one of the rare occasions she spoke about her choice to stay single, Violet was evasive and vague, not giving much away.

  “Oh you know,” she said with a smile, “I don’t need any men in my life but you two.”

  My bro snorted.

  “Mom, that’s very kind but Kato and I are grown now, besides we’re about to leave for the Marines. What about you? Who are you going to spend time with? Wouldn’t it be nice to have a special someone?”