Chapter 28
Twenty-Eight
Bree
The human man is screaming in pain as Jack delivers another punch to his face.
“Jack!” I shout, reaching for him. “You’ve got to stop.”
“This is him,” Jack says, panting. “This is the guy. The guy who forced you out of your home!”
He lands another punch.
“I know, but you can’t kill him.”
Jack finally stops, his chest heaving with his fury. He turns to look at me, and then his eyes are drawn to where Arthur is crouched over Bennett.
“Bennett?” Jack calls out. “Is he alright, Arthur?”
I’ve already got my phone out, even though my hands are shaking, and I’m doing my best to dial 911. I run over to Bennett’s side and find that in the dim light, I can make out dark, dark blood streaming from his arm onto the gravel.
Oh no, he’s hurt. He’s really, really hurt.
“He’s okay,” Arthur says, contrary to my thoughts, “but he needs help.”
Jack snarls and raises his arm to punch the man again.
“Jack, stop!” I cry out.
Jack is panting, clutching the guy’s bloody collar. “He hurt Bennett!”
Before I can answer, the operator picks up. “What’s the emergency?”
“There was an attack at my home with a knife,” I say in a rush. “My boyfriend’s injured.”
I rattle off the address, then hang up the phone. Jack hasn’t moved, keeping the man under him pinned. I come over to get a better look, but it’s hard to make out the guy’s features with blood pouring from his nose and mouth.
Arthur helps Bennett up to a sitting position, and it isn’t long before we hear sirens. I rush out to the main street to show the ambulance around to the back alleyway. Arthur has finally gotten Jack to let go, and the man is still laying on the ground groaning.
That night is a long, long night.
Arthur
“Maybe if you’d taken us seriously when Bree first reported the stalker, this wouldn’t have happened,” I snarl at the cop.
I know I shouldn’t push our luck, now that all our statements are in and GingerWatchman—who appears on his ID as Jerry Gresham—is behind bars and awaiting bail.
But I want to stick it in their faces that we were right.
Bree takes my hand in hers.
“Sorry, officer,” she says, waving a hand as the cop gears up to argue with me. “It’s been a really dreadful evening, and we’d like to go home.”
Taking her cue, I drop it. We were lucky they let Jack go after the damage he’d done to Jerry’s face.
The three of us pile into the car and head back to the hospital, where Bennett’s waiting out front, his arm bandaged up. It wasn’t as bad as it looked, and after some serious stitches, he was let go.
Bree is still shaking in the passenger seat as I drive us home.
“I can’t believe he came to the house,” she says in a small voice. “I’m so sorry he hurt you, Bennett.”
Bennett reaches forward and squeezes her shoulder over the seat.
“No one’s fault but his,” says Jack. “And now they’ve caught him, so he can’t come after us anymore.”
Bree bites her lip, and I think it will be some time before she’s not afraid anymore, no matter where he is.
Bennett and Jack both take the day off work the next day so we can spend some time recovering. Bree still has wretched morning sickness, which we’ve been told is often worse with twins.
Everything is worse with twins, apparently.
We take care of Bennett’s arm like the doctor told us. He spends his day off making phone calls and doing research on Jerry.
“He’s an employee of the company that hosts Bree’s stream,” he tells us after coming out of the office. “He had access to her private information that way.”
Bree sits up straight. “What? He was an employee?”
“I’ve already sent the police report to their legal team.” Bennett pauses. “Do you want to pursue legal action against them?”
There’s a long pause, then she sighs and shakes her head.
“No. I want to leave this behind us.”
We go house hunting that weekend, hoping to bring us all back down to earth.
It’s good to do something together, to envision our future together, after the attack.
Bennett is still skittish, and has a lot to say about the wood I left out back.
Bree holds hands with him through our entire visit with the realtor, and he promises to get a state-of-the-art alarm system and motion sensing lights for the next house.
But with our new future together standing in front of us, it feels as if a specter has lifted. As a surprise, after house hunting, we stop by the jewelry store to find a ring for Bree.
“Come on, guys,” she says as we all push her inside together. “This isn’t necessary.”
I flash my gold wedding ring, which is plain but engraved with a fancy design. “Yes it is. I’m gonna put a ring on that finger whether you like it or not.”
Bree giggles as we take her up to the counter to have her sized, then start looking at options. She likes all the small gemstones, even as I try to upsell her on a really nice sapphire.
“Simple,” she says.
Then, of course, Jack finds the perfect one—a small diamond on an intricate gold band. When Bree tries it on, it slides perfectly smooth onto her ring finger, and I practically get a boner just looking at it.
She’s going to be ours, for real.
Then it’s time to tell all the families. Everyone in our respective herds are happy to hear the news about Bree joining us. Of course, we’re met with some surprise when we inform them there’s not one, but two fawns on the way already, but they accept it with heartfelt congratulations.
Well, except Bree’s mom. The poor human woman has no idea what to make of her daughter having three fiances. So we fly her out to meet us, and I do my best to appear normal and well-adjusted and worthy of her daughter’s hand.
By the end of it, I think she likes me. I’m a bit easier to like than Jack, who definitely intimidates her.
Soon, Bennett’s stitches come out, and it feels like maybe we’re moving on from the attack. There are court dates to attend and lawyers to meet with, which is stressful for everyone. But I try to keep the focus on our future and the life we want for ourselves.
Finally, assured that Jerry isn’t coming back, Bree starts streaming again. I can tell immediately how her mood lifts, how it brings a certain kind of satisfaction and fulfillment to her life. Sometimes, when we’re not on stream with her, I just like to sit nearby and watch her perform.
Summer is nearly over when we finally find the perfect house to buy. It’s just been put on the market, and it meets all our needs—size, location, and neighborhood. Without hesitating, Jack submits an offer above asking price, just to make sure we get it.
Bree didn’t think she would start showing for a while longer, but by the time we’re under contract, her belly is already getting bigger.
And then it’s time for the wedding. We planned something easygoing and low stress, renting out part of the local park.
It’s wonderful to see all our families back together again, now with Bree’s mother and sister added to the mix.
They’re a little overwhelmed by all the satyrs in attendance—and those satyrs’ overflowing, polyamorous affections—but it’s a fun party overall.
And the best part? I get to declare my undying love for Bree and finally make her ours.
Jack
There’s really no point in getting a fancy hotel room after the wedding.
None of the rooms have beds as big as ours at home, anyway.
So after everyone has partied and wished us well and heaped unnecessary gifts upon us, Bree drives us home because Arthur, Bennett, and I are all sloshed.
Of course, we’re extra handsy when we get out of the car and head inside.
Bree laughs as I pick her up, pregnant belly and all, and carry her into the bedroom.
I’m a little out of breath when I finally get her onto the bed, but just seeing her like that, full with our fawns and done up in her pretty white dress, revives me instantly.
“I’m taking this off,” I say as I kneel behind her, already attacking the dozens of buttons keeping the dress on.
“Be careful. This was an expensive dress.”
“Oh?” asks Bennett, flopping down on the bed beside her and slinging an arm over her lap. “Do you think you’re going to need it again?”
While Bree splutters, I undo the rest of the buttons. Then she stands so we can take it off her, and Arthur helps me hang it in the closet.
Then our wife is bared to us, her big tits even bigger now, pink lines spidering across her swollen belly, and I love her more than I can bear.
We worship her all night, the three of us.
I use her pussy while Bennett takes her ass, and as she rides us in our laps, she brings Arthur’s cock into her mouth.
We don’t let up even when she begs, saying she can’t orgasm anymore, until it’s the wee hours of the morning.
Then I watch my husbands and wife sleep, wondering how I ended up with everything I could have ever wanted.
Finally, the house is ours. We have all the space we need here for our growing family, and the possibilities seem limitless.
Arthur doesn’t go back to teaching that fall, opting instead to work on the new house and get the fawns’ nursery ready for them. The bigger Bree gets, the harder it is for her to do day-to-day things, and I’m glad he can stay home with her to help out.
Her streams, since she got pregnant, have attracted a whole new crowd. That is, until she’s so big that mostly all she needs is to lie down. The doctor assures us the fawns’ growth is proceeding normally and recommends lots of rest.
“They’ll most certainly come early,” she warns us. “That’s how it goes with twins.”
Still, I worry about Bree and the fawns each day when I’m away at work.
I leave the office as soon as I can in the evenings, eager to see my family again, to have dinner with them and watch television with them and fall asleep next to them every night.
My life is wonderful and full, and though I know things will change when the twins come, we’re ready and our hearts are open and waiting.
Unfortunately, the winter is long for Bree, who is soon put on bed rest until the birth. She’s miserable, though we do our best to keep her company. Her belly has swelled to a nearly impossible size, and I simply hope that everything goes as planned and we don’t have to induce labor.
“Fuck,” Bree says one day as we lie on the couch together, spooning and watching television. She sits up, clearly agitated.
“What is it?”
She turns to show me, and her shirt is wet around her nipples. “They’re leaking!”
I think back to some of the pregnancy books I’ve been reading, and a lightbulb goes off in my head.
“Early lactation. I think it means the fawns are coming soon.” It’s not common, but it does happen.
“Thank goodness,” she says with a deep sigh. “I just want to be able to walk around again. And see my feet. And stop peeing constantly.”
We’ve attracted Arthur and Bennett’s attention, and Arthur is most curious about this new development.
“Does it… hurt?” he asks, brushing a hand over her nipple.
“No, I wouldn’t say that.” Her eyes close as he does it again. “As long as you’re gentle, it feels good.”
Arthur’s mouth curves into a wicked smile. I think I know what’s on his mischievous little mind, and I’m all in.
“So you’re going to feed the fawns with these, hmm?” he asks, lifting up her shirt to expose her big breasts to us. I take the hem in my hands as Bree raises her arms and I pull it off.
Bree lets out a sharp breath as Arthur leans down to lick just the tip of her nipple. A bead of white milk spills out, and suddenly all I want is to taste it.
Wow. That’s an odd urge.
Arthur beats me to it, lapping it right up as it appears. He gently cups her other breast in his palm, taking the weight off her shoulders. Bree gasps again as he takes her nipple into his mouth and sucks.
I can’t help it. I need to be involved.
Leaning down, I lick the other tip. That, too, starts leaking, and I’m amazed by the flavor. It’s unlike anything else, and watching my husband suck on my wife’s tits is making me want to do the same.
“Oh, wow, guys,” Bree says, surprised. “You like that?”
Bennett chuckles behind the couch as Arthur refuses to respond, too busy getting milk all over his lips. “I think that’s a yes.”
Sure enough, it’s only a few days later that I’m at the office and get a phone call from Arthur.
“Jack,” he says as soon as I pick up, before I can even say “hello.” “Meet us at the hospital. I’m taking Bree there right now.”
“What? Why?” I’m hoping it’s for the reason I think it is.
“First contractions. The fawns are coming!”
I shout with glee in my office, and my boss pokes her head in to see what’s wrong.
“Remember that paternity leave we talked about?” I say, hopping from one hoof to the other. “Well, that starts today.”
Then I’m off, speeding toward the hospital. I get there around the same time Bennett does, and we both rush to the front desk so we can see her.
The hospital staff are surprised by three different satyrs claiming to be the father, but we’re all allowed in. Arthur’s already sitting at Bree’s bedside, holding her hand when we thunder into the room.
Bree’s fond smile is all I need. Then she winces, and I’m certain that the next part of this is going to be the worst part, because there’s nothing I hate more than seeing my wife in pain.