Chapter Four
Lenora
Iwoke to buttery sunlight crashing through my windows. The air was heavy with floor cleaner and warm, male bodies.
Sure enough, both my boys held their places on either side of me when I opened my eyes. They leaned with their heads propped on their hands. I was so used to them, it didn’t even surprise me that they were so close I could feel the weight of their erections digging into my hips.
But it was the direction of their focus that had my attention dropping downward, following their fascination.
My chest was exposed.
Not slightly. Both breasts were freed to the room and them. Plump, soft mounds tipped with rosy, pink that shriveled under their hungry scrutiny.
It was the most I’d been naked in front of another person. The most I’d done with them was kiss … with some over the clothes rubbing. But even that was fairly new.
I made to cover, but Ames caught my arm.
“A little longer, Lenny. They’re so perfect.”
Heat moved to my chest to fill my cheeks. The embarrassment of lying there and being studied so intensely had me fighting not to squirm.
I did wonder how it happened. My gown straps never came down my shoulders … unless they were assisted, tugged until my breasts spilled free.
The thought sent a tingle through me that made that place between my thighs ache. The place that felt so good rubbing against their erection.
“I bet they’re so soft,” Eliah murmured, voice just tight enough to make my heart gallop.
“Are they?” Ames asked me.
Cheeks on fire, I shrugged. “I don’t know...”
“Don’t you touch them sometimes?” Eliah asked, head dipping for my lips. “It’s supposed to feel really nice.”
“Especially this part.”
I gasped into Eliah’s mouth with the unexpected sweep of Ames’s fingers across my right nipple.
“Did you like that?” Eliah asked quietly.
Breathing hard, I nodded and earned another brush. This time, the fingers linger. They circle and lightly roll the point.
“Feel it, Eli. They fit so perfectly in my hand.”
Eliah never broke eye contact when following his brother’s quiet murmur. His palm settled over my other breast. The one closest to him. The mound was lightly squeezed before his thumb roamed across that bundle of nerves.
I sucked in a sharp breath that plumped my breasts deeper into their hands. Into the mouth Ames dropped over his and sucked.
“Ames!”
My breathy cry earned me a nip of teeth that had my hips shifting. My thighs pressed together.
“So sweet.”
Ames circled the tip once with his tongue before pulling it in between his lips.
Eliah followed his brother’s motions and took the other side. A little rougher. Teeth, a little sharper. The differences between them had my core rushing with heat. With a sweet ache that made my head fuzzy.
I was still disoriented when Ames drew up. The disconnection of his mouth made me whimper but he wasn’t listening to me. There was a determination on his face as he went up on his knees.
In a fluid motion, his big hands twisted in the fabric of my slip and the whole thing was dragged off my body. Baring me, exposing me to the chill of the room and their heated scrutiny.
My squeak was ignored as the two pushed up to their knees on either side of me to observe their handiwork. I tried to cover up.
“Don’t.” Eliah brushed my hands away. “We’ve wanted to see you like this for so long.”
The thought sent a thrill through me.
“We’ve wanted to do so many things to you,” Ames added, voice gruff.
Hungry.
I want to ask like what, but timidness kept my lips together, giving them full access to run their hands and mouths all across every inch.
There didn’t seem to be a direction to their purpose, only to explore and taste.
To count each rib with their tongues, every freckle with their lips.
They traced hills to valleys with their fingers, drifting lower.
Following their true purpose to the only strip of fabric covering me.
“I’m older,” Ames breathed, peering over my torso at his brother.
That was the same declaration he made every time a decision needed to be made. Like those four minutes between them trumped all else, and it must have because Eliah never argued. He simply accepted and watched as the other man pulled my panties down and pushed my thighs wide.
I was so wet.
I could feel it just in the rush of cool air tickling the moisture as I was opened.
Being twenty and them twenty-two didn’t give any of us the knowledge we needed for what we were doing.
Books and flimsy explanations from tutors never prepared us for that moment or what was expected next.
We all seemed to be learning in the moment, but they were far more certain.
Their touches were so sure. Like they had been prepared for this and knew exactly what needed to be done.
I simply lay there and let them take their fill. Let them light every inch of me on fire.
“This is ours,” Ames decided, crudely parting my lips to show his brother my opening. “This is where we put our babies inside her.”
My eyes had gone wide at the bold statement. We had never discussed babies. I knew it was up to us — mainly them — to continue the Usher line but…
“Isn’t that right, Lenny?”
I could only nod, not sure I should tell them that Mrs. Pym had me on medication to prevent that from happening. She’d insisted the moment I arrived after my parents’ deaths, and she couldn’t keep the boys from sleeping in my bed. I supposed she always knew we would wind up in this situation.
“You’re so wet,” Eliah murmured, long fingers moving alongside the other man’s rubbing and stroking my sex. “You’re ready to take us both.”
I wasn’t sure about that. I’d felt just how big they were and I could see the bulging outline through their boxers. My mind wasn’t convinced that was even possible. But they were adamant. Determined to have me.
“I’m older,” Ames announced for the second time.
I expected Eliah to accept as he always had, but he shook his head.
“I’m gentler.”
Ames paused to meet his brother’s gaze.
“I can be gentle.”
“Not enough. We have to be careful. Look how small she is.”
That had both going quiet while they simply studied my opening.
“Well, you won’t fit either,” Ames decided.
I almost laughed at the insanity of that conversation, but Eliah rolled his eyes.
“We will fit, stupid. We just need to stretch her. With our fingers,” he added when Ames looked confused.
Hesitant, but determined, Ames nudged my ring. The wet state of me greedily let him in, but the shock, the pinch had me crying out and jerking in their hold.
Both men stiffened.
Ames immediately snatched his hand back. His wide eyes leapt to my face, enormous with panic.
“Did I do it wrong? Did I hurt you?”
Eliah looked equally frantic.
“It was strange,” I admitted, not entirely sure I wanted to try again. “I don’t think I like that.”
“Let’s leave it,” Eliah blurted. “There isn’t any rush. I’ll read a few books and we’ll figure it out.”
That decision seemed to solidify all our minds. We weren’t in any hurry. Plus, the exploration that came after, now that we were openly touching each other, was the best part anyway.
Waking up in the middle of the night with one of their hands already tucked between my thighs, fingers moving lightly over my clit.
Having them kneeling on the bed on either side of me while I was on my back, their thick, engorged erections fisted tight between my palms, stroking them over my breasts. My stomach.
Eliah read about using his tongue and he couldn’t even wait until after supper before dragging me and Ames to the library, propping me up on the table and showing his brother how to lick until my thighs were quivering and I came all across both their tongues.
He waited until later, after we’d all gotten into bed before showing me that I can do the same for them.
It was weeks later that Ames got the idea in his head to push my knees up, hook his head against my opening and make me rub him. All three of us watched as he filled my channel with ropes of thick, hot cum. So much that it welled and dribbled down my backside.
“My turn.” Eliah practically shoved his brother over to poke the fat head of his cock inside me. “Play with her. I want to feel her cum around me.”
Ames scowled. “Shit, I didn’t even think of that. I want to try again when you’re done.”
And so, the game began to see which of them could fill me more. But it only counted if they made me cum first. One hole became two and I loved every second of it.
But I still wanted to try the real way. Neither pushed me nor tried again. It seemed to be the conclusion to let me initiate that, and I still flinched every time they went too deep by accident.
“We should ask Dad.”
It was years later. Years of playing and doing nearly everything, except the actual purpose of the act.
We lay in bed, my breasts sticky from Ames’s release.
My tongue, salty from Eliah’s. My knees were pulled wide over both their hips, spreading me open to the hands they alternated after every orgasm.
One. Then the other.
Over and over.
“Ask Dad what?” Eliah asked his brother.
Ames shrugged a broad, naked shoulder. “He’d know how and he’d make sure not to hurt her.”
I realized with surprise they were discussing the possibility of Uncle Marcus taking my virginity.
“I’m not asking your father,” I cried, shocked that he would even suggest such a thing.
“It could just be the one time,” he argued. “Or more if you like it. He would. You know he would.”
My face flamed with embarrassment. Ames had been relentless in his teasing since the evening he caught his father brushing a lock of hair off my cheek.
His fingers had lingered. Had skimmed lightly along my jaw.
The pad of his thumb had traced my bottom lip.
All so soft. So hesitant, but desperate.
And the raw need in his eyes had nearly capsized my mental stability.
“Maybe he has a point,” Eliah murmured. “It’s been a while and we’re clearly not doing something right.”
“You’re doing everything right,” I protested.
He kissed me lightly. “I mean in this area. Every time we try, we hurt you. Maybe Dad could … help. He’d be gentle with you and we’ll be there the whole time.”
In a different world, such a conversation would have horrified a normal person, but as someone accustomed to an unusual situation, the thought of being shared between them and Uncle Marcus had been a secret fantasy I was too shy to confess.
“What if he says no?”
Both men barked a laugh.
“Maybe you haven’t seen the way he looks at you,” Eliah teased.
I had seen it and every part of me tingled with pleasure when I’d catch him.
“That man would cut his own leg off for a chance just to kiss you,” Ames mumbled not unkindly. “I wouldn’t have suggested it a few years ago, but he’s … I trust him.”
Big praise from a man who wouldn’t give his father the time of day when Uncle Marcus first returned. Ames had been so certain he’d pack up and leave again. But the two had finally found their footing for which I was thrilled, except…
Three men?
How would that even logically work? What would happen after? Would he do the deed, roll off and leave? Would he stay? Would he show the boys other things to do? Different techniques?
Or would he refuse? Would he realize what a bad idea that would be and … I would never be able to look him in the face again.
“Don’t overthink it.” Ames kissed me lightly. “There isn’t a rush. We can keep going the way we are. Eventually, we’ll figure it out on our own.”
I promised I would think about it.
I just never realized how little time we would have left.