Chapter 8
Kiki
“Okay, what was that about?” I ask while stepping into the Big House. I turn to face the twins with a frown on my features and my hands planted on my hips. “Seriously, why didn’t you tell me that was a family event? I thought we were going to a neighborhood shindig.”
The cowboys stroll into the house behind me, stopping only to flick on the lights and I’m again amazed at how handsome Cason and Colt are. Their dark hair gleams in the low lamps, and those bronzed features are harsh. Yet they soften when they look at me in the dim foyer.
“We didn’t want to freak you out,” Cason says.
“We figured you wouldn’t come if you knew,” Colt rasps. “Would you have?”
I think for a moment.
“No, because that was a family event and you can’t just spring that on someone! I genuinely thought we were going to meet up with all the other ranch hands at a community block party. But that was totally a private family thing, seeing that it was your niece’s birthday.”
“And isn’t Josie the cutest thing?” Colt winks while leading me to the kitchen. “Can I get you a drink, darlin’?” he asks while peering into the fridge.
I shake my head before seating myself at the enormous marble island.
“No, because I had so many frozen margaritas that I’m probably up to here with tequila now,” I say, waving my palm at about neck length. “But seriously, Colt and Cason, what was that about? Were you pranking me because I’m the new girl? I think I deserve an answer.”
With that, the twins nod and take seats next to me at the countertop. They have cold Coronas in their hands and are oddly calm, given the magnitude of their boo-boo because what the hell? Why did they parade me around at their niece’s birthday like I was their girlfriend?
But Cason takes a sip of his drink and then grins at me, flashing that movie star smile.
“Well, as you know, my brother and I have particular tastes,” he begins.
“Which include sharing women,” Colt finishes in a smooth tone. “We shared you that night at the Starlight Saloon, and actually, it’s our preferred way of dating. To some people, threesomes are fucked up but it’s what we like, and the women generally love it. The ladies can’t get enough, actually.”
I stare at them.
“Wait a minute, hold on. Are we dating? I know you didn’t specify our relationship to your family, but I thought we were just “friends.” Or more accurately, employer and employee.
Okay, what’s going on?” I demand with an exasperated exhale, wisps of golden hair puffing up around my face.
“I’m totally lost now, and even more than before. ”
The cowboys nod, their eyes going a deeper shade of blue while they take in my features.
“These are good questions, Kiki, and my brother and I have been headed in this direction for a while now,” Colt states in a calm tone.
“I’m not sure what you were able to glean from a couple hours with our fam, but the Madewells are conservative.
Like deep red state, red-blooded, gun-toting conservatives.
As in they are staunchly pro-life, pro-Second Amendment, anti-vax and pro-family values. ”
“Okay,” I say, realization dawning in my head. “You’re saying that they’re also one man, one woman folks, aren’t they? And they don’t know about your lifestyle.”
Cason shrugs his broad shoulders.
“They don’t. It’s been two decades now and we’ve never let on because you can imagine the shitshow that would ensue.
The Madewells have been preaching that marriage is for one man and one woman for a lifetime now, and you can see how our choices would severely undermine their value system.
It would cause a massive rift among our relatives, and likely lead to our ostracization. ”
“Your family would do that to you?” I ask incredulously. “They’d never talk to you again because you like to date the same woman?”
Colt shrugs, his expression ineffably sad for a moment.
“It’s not a small thing,” he states in a somber tone.
“People have been estranged for less. People have been shut out because their gay partner wanted to appear in the family photo. Or both brides wore white dresses to their City Hall ceremony. Hell, some LGBTQ folks can’t even order wedding cakes because they’re celebrating a queer union. ”
I nod slowly.
“Yes, I heard of that case. Masterpiece Cake Shop, right? And I think the bakery won. But still. To ostracize your own sons because they have different dating habits seems draconian.”
Colt smiles sadly again.
“Listen, our mother and father were the ones who decided to build their own float back in the day for the local Fourth of July parade. My mom wore her wedding dress, and our dad wore his wedding suit. You can guess the theme of their appearance: God intended marriage to be between one man and one woman, and the Madewells’ union was created in that image. ”
“I see,” I murmur softly. “So your family has a long history of traditional marriage. But let me ask you this: what changed? Why did you decide to bring me around today?”
The twins share a look.
“Well, first, Pernilla and Knud died, so they’re not around anymore. They were absolutely the most militant of the Madewells, and we were hoping that once our parents passed, our siblings would relax a little. Maybe we’d even be able to talk some of them around.”
“But that didn’t happen,” Colt says in a grim voice.
“If anything, our sibs have only hardened in their beliefs, and any conversation is impossible. So we decided to bring you around, and to see what happens. We didn’t say explicitly that you were our girlfriend, but I think anytime a beautiful woman like you appears, people know.
Our relatives may be conservative, but they’re not idiots. ”
“No, they’re not,” I agree, thinking back to the conversation I had with Becca about local politics. “They’re definitely not dumb. They were really nice though. Authentic, and very interested in hearing what I had to say.”
The twins nod, unsurprised.
“Yeah, but that’s what you get around these parts.
People are nice to you to your face, but that doesn’t mean they won’t rip you a new one behind your back.
Becca’s the worst too,” Colt says in a deep tone.
“Ever since she won Mrs. America, she’s turned into a bitch with a honeyed smile and fangs beneath the pink lipstick. She sure does love that crown though.”
I nod slowly.
“I see. So how do you think it went today?”
The twins look at each other again, and then nod.
“As well as it could have,” Colt says. “You did great, Kiki, and we apologize for throwing this on you. We should have given you some warning, and we apologize for that.”
“Yes, you should have. But I still don’t get it. You’ve dated multiple women in the past, so why didn’t you bring a real girlfriend around? Why me, who’s new to the Double C?”
The twins smile again.
“Because you’re perfect for the role, of course.
You’re beautiful and intelligent, but also with real sass and verve.
If our relatives had been rude, you would have fought back.
The Madewells can’t bully you, and that’s a big thing.
Again, don’t be fooled by their kind demeanor.
That shit is on the outside, and they’ll stab you in the ribs if it helps them get ahead. ”
Kiki bites her lip.
“You make your family sound terrible.”
The cowboys nod slowly.
“Because they are. The Madewells didn’t amass all this land in Montana by being kind and generous,” Colt states. “The opposite: they’re ruthless motherfuckers who will tear you a new one the minute your back is turned.”
Colt nods grimly.
“All the rumors are basically true. We got to where we are via a land grab. Our ancestors cheated the Native Americans, battled with rival landowners, bribed politicians, and in one case, I think our great-grandfather even murdered some poor schmuck who was threatening to withhold a permit. So the Madewells are wholesome and friendly on the outside, but don’t be fooled because we didn’t get here by being “nice.” We got here by being ruthless assholes who would sell out their own mother if it came to that.
The women are the worst too. Don’t trust Becca and her ilk.
Our sisters are like harpies, and wouldn’t hesitate to grind you to dust beneath their heels if it benefited them. ”
I shake my head as my eyes go round because holy cow, it’s clear I’ve entered into dangerous territory.
This is more like chess with the Medicis than a friendly game of Monopoly.
But I nod because I’ve been adequately forewarned about the Madewells’ treacherous ways.
Plus, I believe in many forms of romantic partnership.
It’s not just about one man with one woman.
Everyone has a right to love whom they love, and if Colt and Cason happen to prefer threesomes, then so be it.
As a result, I decide to make myself available to these handsome and brave men.
“I admire you,” I say in a low, throaty tone. “For taking a stance, and pushing back against your family’s expectations. They’re judgmental, and I want to help you.”
The twins pick up on my invitation immediately and those blue eyes flare as their bodies harden.
“You do, hmmm? How so, may I ask?” growls Cason.
“Show us, sweetheart,” invites Colt.
I giggle and within seconds, my clothes are off.
My big tits are lush and creamy under the lights, the nipples pink and stiff.
My waist narrows, and over my hips clings the tiniest pink g-string, which of course, barely covers my clit.
I still have my cowboy hat and boots on because it’s a part of my look now, and I tip my hat before smiling slyly at the twins.
“Take what you want,” I invite while cupping my tits in offering to them. “Use my body for your pleasure, boys.”
Gleaming smiles greet me in the dimness because I’ve just opened the doors … for the ravishment of a lifetime.