Two Bad Groomsmen_An MFM Menage Romance

by Sierra Sparks

  "Just a little," I admitted, which made him squeeze my leg again. "But I can't wait to see the place."

  I'd left finding the perfect house for us up to them. They'd kept me in the loop, sending me pictures of the different places they were considering, but I hadn't seen their final choice in person yet. I knew I'd love it though. There wasn't a single doubt in my mind about that.

  "I can't wait for you to see it," Drew said, offering me a quick smile.

  My heart fluttered, and I returned his smile. It was amazing how just a quick look could make my entire body tremble. And yet, at the same time, it also put me at ease.

  I also didn't want to admit that I was looking forward to breaking in our new house. It'd been a few weeks since I'd seen Drew and Zack, since I'd been getting everything back in Texas settled. And let's just say, my vibrator isn't nearly as satisfying now that I'd had a taste of the real thing.

  Time seemed to drag on until Drew finally slowed and pulled into a neighborhood. I looked around, eyes wide as I tried to pick out which one was theirs - ours. God, that felt so weird to say, even in my head. I was going to be living with two guys now. This was definitely not how I planned on things going, but I wouldn't trade it for a world, even if I was nervous as hell about it.

  When Drew finally turned and pulled into a driveway, I nearly passed out. The house was huge! Way bigger than I'd ever imagined. It was certainly a hell of a lot bigger than the apartment I'd had back in Texas.

  Drew reached over and took my hand in his, squeezing it gently. "What do you think?"

  "Is this really ours?" I asked, my mouth going dry as I stared up at it.

  "Yup." Drew squeezed my hand again. "I take it you approve?"

  I nodded, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. "It's amazing."

  "Come on. Let's go inside."

  Again, I nodded. All the words seemed to be trapped inside me now as I practically stumbled out of the car. Drew was around to my side in a flash, slipping his arm around my waist. I leaned against him, glad to have his support, both physically and mentally.

  Then, when we were halfway up the walkway, the front door open and Zack appeared in the doorway. My heart skipped a beat as he crossed the distance between us in a few long strides, then wrapped his arms around me. "Glad you made it safe," he said before kissing me on the cheek.

  "Thanks," I replied, my brain still going haywire.

  With having both Drew and Zack escorting me into the house, my heart wasn't trying to leap from my chest anymore, but my brain was still in a jumble. It didn't matter though. I had the two men I loved standing next to me, and there was nothing else I cared about. The house could've been a shack under a bridge, so long as I had the two of them with me.

  But when we crossed the threshold, my breath caught in my throat. It was even more beautiful than I ever could've imagined. Large windows let sunlight illuminated the entryway, and for a moment, all I could do was stand there and stare as I tried to take everything in.

  Then, Drew and Zack both hugged me at once, sandwiching me between them. "Welcome home," the both whispered into my ear.

  Home.

  I was home.

  THE END

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  Chapter One

  Kayla

  No. The answer is going to be no. There are various other ways I could waste my time, yet here I am. Scrolling through Buzzfeed articles, playing video games, watching whatever schlock people are binging. But I’ve chosen to take time out of my day to be rejected.

  Though, I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t believe that there was a small chance that I’d get him to say, “yes”.

  The intercom stares back at me, almost as if it’s expecting me to interact with it. A shiver of shame and anxiety runs down my back, but doesn’t move me enough to send any motion to my fingertips. I keep my eyes trained on the buzzer, running the various scenarios that could happen. And they all end with a “no”. I still haven’t started anything. I have the chance to turn on my heel and walk away from the destined rejection.

  Months have passed since I last spoke to Zach. To appear out of the blue only to ask for a favor seems not only rude, but like a sure fire way to have him scream “No” at me. Screaming isn’t his way of doing things. Being unnecessarily polite is more up his alley, though I’m sure he won’t shy away from voicing his disappointment in me and our relationship in general. Reasons to help me could possibly be counted with one hand, and even those reasons may not be good enough for him.

  An older couple stands behind me.

  “Did you forget your keys”, I hear one of them ask.

  I turn around and see a middle aged lady with glowing dark skin. “We can let you in, darling”, she says with a squint and a smile.

  I shake my head, and step aside to let her and her husband into the building.

  “Thank you, but I’m just trying to get someone to come down”, I tell her. Not my best lie. But it’s better than admitting that I’m too spineless to ask someone important to me a possibly life changing question.

  I bid the couple a good night and thank them again for their offer to let me into the building. Maybe I should have taken their offer and walked up to Zach’s apartment. I’d have the opportunity to knock on his door and catch him off guard. But then I’d have to see him face to face. I’m not prepared for that. There’s even the possibility that he’d want me to come up. Fuck. I didn’t think this through. Maybe this could have been done over the phone. Every breath I take trembles down through my body and increases my insecurity.

  Screw it.

  As if someone else had taken over my body, my index finger shoots out and slams down the button for apartment 320.

  Bzzzzzzt. “Zach. It’s Kayla.”

  I relieve my finger from the button and wait for a response.

  Maybe I didn’t ring the buzzer long enough before speaking. Or what if he’s in the bathroom. He may not even be home. All of these variables escaped my mind before taking the leap of faith, or downright stupidity, and ringing that buzzer. This undoubtedly could have been done over the phone.

  Bzzzzt. “Kayla. What-- what do you want?”

  Even over the fuzzy intercom, I feel relieved to hear his voice. I shouldn’t though. His tone is noticeably terse and tense. No turning back now.

  I take a deep breath and in that single breath, tell him what I want. “I need a letter of recommendation… Please… If that’s okay.”

  More excruciating silence before a response. He could be laughing hysterically at the thought of me wanting a letter recommendation from him. Or he could be walking back to his couch or bed, done with hearing from me for the night.

  “Are you still there”, I ask.

  I hear a sigh after the abrupt buzzing of his side of the intercom. “Yeah. But… Just to clarify… I want to be perfectly clear, you want a letter recommendation for--”

  “The Police Academy”, we say in unison.

  “For Christ’s sake, Kayla. Why?”

  Could he really not know my reasoning for wanting this? Or does he just want me to say it aloud.

  “It’s just something I need to do”, I confess. “And you can help me. I don’t know many other.. Or anyone else
who works at a police academy already. Please, Zach can you--”

  Before I can even finish begging for his help, he cuts me off with a biting question. “So this has nothing to do with Dad?”

  I recoil at his query and let go of the intercom button.

  “I want to do this for me, Zach. But in doing this, I will be honoring his memory.” I repeat this time and time again to myself before finally pushing down the buzzer and announcing it proudly to him.

  Zach snickers. “As much as I’d love to believe that, I know you. You’re a little Daddy’s girl, and now that Daddy’s gone you want to go ahead and throw your life away to make him, or his ghost rather, proud. Is that about right?”

  I do want to make Dad proud. It’s not too late. The afterlife is not something I enjoy thinking about, on the base that I don’t know what happens after death. I wasn’t raised religious so all I can imagine happening after death is pure nothing. Eternal nothingness is a fate I don’t want to picture Dad experiencing succeeding his life of heroic acts and selflessness. Even if it’s too fool myself, I want to think that Dad is somehow watching me and if that’s the case, then I’m going to do something he’d be so proud he might even shed a tear watching me do. Follow in his footsteps. Being heroic. Saving lifes. Protecting lives. Serving the public.

  “There’s no avenging to do, Kayla. Dad is as dead as the man who shot him. Enrolling in the police academy is not a healthy way to deal with his death. Focus on something else. Maybe go on a vacation. Or enroll in classes for something you’d actually be suited for”, Zach heartlessly chides.

  “Can’t you… Please, Zach. We’re family”, I tearfully whimper.

  The family card isn’t one I like to play. Zach isn’t somebody I ever really thought of as family. Boy next door would be more accurate, in my mind at least. He’s been my stepbrother for most of my life, but he came into my life in my budding years of puberty. And puberty had been overly generous to him.

  He looked like the celebrities on Disney Channel that my friends and I fawned over. Jesse McCartney or Aaron Carter types. Dirty blonde bowl cuts with eyes so blue it’s hard to believe he wasn’t wearing colored contacts. The sunlight bouncing from his sweating face made him glisten, and formed an ethereal halo around him.

  I didn’t know what to think of him, at first. He was just a hot boy, sitting next to Dad’s girlfriend. I’d seen him every now and again for holidays or some three day weekends when his mom would stay with us. I was happy to see my Dad with a woman at his side, and was excited at the prospect of having a mother for the first time in my life. But I hadn’t considered that her son would be integrated into my family.

  Suddenly, a boy nine years my senior was introduced to me as my new brother.

  I shuddered each time he called him his “little sis”. I didn’t want to be his sister. I wanted more than that. He and his mother moved in the summer I was starting to discover my body and how to work it properly. My chest was growing. My interests were changing. I’d go to sleep with a pillow between my thighs, wishing that pillow was my new brother’s… something. Some nights it’d be his face. Other nights, his waist. These thoughts only increased after I found him playing with himself one day. Our parents were out, and he must have thought I had gone with them. That’s the only reason he would have been stroking his engorged cock exercising no discretion. The door was ajar, giving me enough space to peer through and watch him please himself with both hands gripping his penis. He moaned intensely as his toes curled, pinching the fitted sheet under him. My eyes opened wide at the sight of his ejaculate being shot high above him and landing on his intentionally hairless chest. The voluminous amount of cum on his torso, sitting still like a white lake. Realizing it was only time before he came to his senses, I snapped a mental photograph and ran away as quickly as my newly teenage legs could muster.

  “We are family”, Zach finally answers, snapping me out of my exploratory memories the same way my own sense of morality often did. “But you really have to think about what you’re asking me. Even with a letter of recommendation, it won’t be easy. Passing is easy but being a great police officer, like Dad, is hard. It takes commitment and a lot of sacrifice. You… You…”

  This time, I cut him off. “Look. I’m not whatever you think I am. I know that you have your reservations about me. Forget about what happened between us when--”

  “I already forgot about that. That doesn’t have anything to do with this”, he shouts abruptly. “My decision has nothing to do with… that.”

  “Regardless”, I continue, “I’m not irresponsible or air-headed, or whatever I’ve shown myself to be as your little sister. I am capable. I am smart. I’m stronger than I look.”

  Again, he snickers. “Kayla, you’re 110 pounds soaking wet.”

  “Listen to me”, I snap at him. “I can do everything you can. And if there’s anything I can’t do, I learn how to do it and do it well.”

  I hear a weary sigh. “Kayla…”

  Never in my life have I despised hearing my name more. Not to say I wasn’t expecting him to refuse to help me. As a matter of fact, that’s all I was expecting.

  Had he given me a real reason to not write a letter of recommendation for me, I’d probably have taken this dismissal more gracefully. But the only reason he’s not helping me is because he still hasn’t forgiven me. Many nights have passed that I’ve spent wondering if I can even blame him for not forgiving me. I wouldn’t forgive me.

  I continue foolishly standing at the door of Zach’s apartment building, waiting for him to finish his thought.

  “Zach, if there was anybody else on this earth who could help me, I’d have gone to them. You’re my only hope.”

  The once uncertain silence is now thick with certain disdain. I could feel hate radiating from the third floor studio. But I need it to be cemented. Finish your sentence, Zach.

  “Kayla…”

  Chapter Two - Zach

  Desperate as always. Seemingly desperate, anyway.

  It’s always, “You’re my only hope”, and, “I can’t do it on my own”, or, “This is the last time I’ll ask you for anything.”

  With some self-control I’ve been able to rescind Kayla’s requests the past few times she’s decided to crawl back into my life and beg me for help finding a job, buying a car, or “borrowing” money. She appears at my door, wearing something skimpy, hugging me tight, showing me affection, and the first few times, she successfully manipulated me.

  My little sister needed help and as she explained, I was the only one who could help her. What choice did I have?

  This feels a bit different though. She’s not standing in my hallway, holding her tits up with a pushup bra, and pretending to cry. I can’t see her and as much as she is begging, she sounds more serious than she has before.

  “Kayla”, I say for a second time, “You’re just not really Academy material. And it would take you a long time for you to get to that point. I can’t help you here. It would tarnish my reputation if I recommended somebody who is unabashedly unprepared and unqualified for The Academy. That’s just the truth. Nothing more, nothing less.”

  Nothing more, nothing less.

  “You’re my sister now. Nothing more, nothing less”, I remember telling Kayla back when my mom and I moved into Dad’s house.

  “So you wouldn’t want to be my boyfriend? Nobody would have to know. It’d be like a secret.”

  I nervously chuckled. How did I manage to let a little girl down when it came to answering that question. Even if I wanted something more with her, she was too young. And now, we were related.

  “Kay-kay, come over here”, Dad called. Right. He saved me from having to explain to Kayla the taboo nature of what she was suggesting.

  Back then, I had girlfriends and one night stands. Plenty of both. To say I was sexually satisfied would be an understatement. Yet, there was something that attracted me to Kayla. Her petite body, maybe. Momentarily petite. Her breasts went from b
udding to bountiful. Even with her quick and large development, she pretended as though her body hadn’t changed and refused to buy clothing that fit her properly, resulting in a summer and fall of many nip slips and accidental flashes.

  Her youthful naivete was charming, and she brushed off each of her wardrobe malfunctions like water off a duck’s back, smiling the entire time. Undoubtedly, this was one of the factors that drew me to her. None of the high school or college women I had been with would react to a group of people seeing their nipples with such nonchalance.

  I wanted her.

  But I knew I couldn’t have her. Her age and our familial connection made her the forbidden fruit of my desire. Which only made me want her more.

  When our parents got married, I had my sights on Kayla. She had grown a bit more, in age and physicality which was both a blessing and a curse. Her beauty grew as she did, but so did her insecurity. It’s inevitable. Middle and high school girls tend to exclude anybody who goes through puberty too soon or too late, and tear down their fellow female classmates based on their looks which leads to self-hate that is only amplified by the media’s portrayal of how women should look and act. Kayla went from a girl who was comfortable in her body, to an unsure young woman whose confidence shrunk as she grew.