Myles’ brothers El and Dirk stood at the window shamelessly watching Myles with Cara in her car.
“We shouldn’t be watching this,” El said, still looking out the window.
“I know but I can’t tear my eyes away. Did you see her face when he pulled her into his lap?” Dirk asked El.
“Yeah, she’s beautiful,” El answered. Even in the dark of the car, El could tell Cara was gorgeous and couldn’t wait to meet her. “Do you think he’s right and she’s the one?”
“I don’t know,” Dirk answered, still staring out the window. “Myles is pretty convinced she is.”
“Do you think he’s talking to her about it?”
“On their first date, would you?”
Myles, Dirk, and El were looking for a woman to share. They had all decided several years ago, after many dating disasters, that nothing else would work.
They had all tried dating separately and were never happy. While El was in the service Myles and Dirk had dated a couple women together, but that didn’t feel right either. The only thing they had found that would make them all happy was when they were all with the same woman.
Once Dirk was dating a woman they thought they could all be interested in. She had been happy to hear about what they wanted in a relationship and was very willing at first to be with the three of them but after a few weeks had decided that she liked Dirk the best and when she found out they were a package deal had tried to separate them. She had started telling lies to Myles and El about things Dirk had said and made several threats until they finally had gotten rid of her.
They had friends who had multiple partners and knew that this was the way for them. Several generations of their family had multiple partner relationships going back to their great-great grandparents. It would be nothing unusual for them.
“Probably not. I wonder what they are talking about?” El asked, walking away from the window then walking back to it.
“Not us, you jackass. From what I can see they aren’t talking at all. Looks like little brother is about to get lucky in the front seat of that Honda.” Dirk was wishing it was him in the car instead of Myles.
At thirty-five, Myles was the youngest of the three brothers and often got ribbed by his older brothers. When he first told his brothers about Cara after that first night at the library, they weren’t sure he knew what he was talking about. The more he told them about Cara and the fact that he made a point of seeing her every night he was on duty slowly convinced them that she could be the one.
Now they needed to figure out how to bring up the possibility of a ménage with her and see if it was something that would remotely interest her. If she wasn’t interested, their search would continue, but they all hoped she was the one.
El saw the dome light go on in the car and pulled Dirk away from the window. “He’s coming in, sit your ass down.”
“Oh like he doesn’t know we are in here watching. Get a life, you fucking jerk,” Dirk said, shaking free of El’s grasp and sitting on the couch. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave El a dirty look and turned on the television, flipping channels randomly, not really paying attention to the thing.
About fifteen minutes later, Myles walked in, grinning like a fool. He stood at the door a few minutes, watching Cara drive away before sitting on the couch beside Dirk.
“Just stop it, you little shithead, and no fucking bragging. How is she?” El asked, towering over him. El was six foot eleven inches and could be very intimidating when he wanted to. He didn’t bother Myles, though. He was used to his brother ribbing him and though their taunting may seem harsh to outsiders, it was the way they interacted. Myles could give as good as he got and was not afraid to call his brothers on anything they said or did to him. To them it was how they interacted.
“She was wonderful. She’s smart, funny, beautiful, perfect,” Myles said, a goofy grin on his face.
“So when do we get to meet this goddess?” Dirk asked.
“I’m seeing her again this weekend. I thought we might have a barbecue here and she can meet you then. But look out if either of you lunkheads do anything to mess this up. I’ll fucking kill you,” Myles told his brothers, standing up and pulling his cell phone out of his pocket.
Dirk shifted her in his lap so that she was straddling him and lifted her shirt to her shoulders. “This is a very lovely bra, darling, but I want to see what’s under it,” he said, finding the front fastening and freeing her breasts.
He cupped both breasts with his hands, feeling their weight before flicking her nipples with his thumbs. “You are so very pretty, Cara. So pretty,” he said before leaning down and taking one nipple in his mouth. “You taste as good as you look, honey. Is all of you this sweet?” he asked, slipping one hand into her panties and finding her clit.
Using his middle finger, he pressed on her clit, not hard enough to make her come, though. “More, Dirk, more,” she begged, needing him to move or press harder, something.
“Not yet, darling, you never answered my question.”
What question? What was he talking about? Cara tried to remember what they had been talking about before he started touching her. Oh, he wanted to know how old she was.
“I’m twenty-three,” she answered, hoping he didn’t think she was too young.
Dirk let his hand press further into her panties and moved his finger from her clit to her pussy, pushing inside her. “You’re wet for me, Cara. Do you want me?” he asked, kissing her again.
Twenty-three, he thought. He wouldn’t have thought that was old enough, but it would have to be. Cara looked younger than that to him but seemed more mature than a lot of the women he knew. He wondered if she would think they were too old for her. Myles, the youngest, was twelve years older than her and El at forty-one was eighteen years older.
Dirk kissed Cara deeply and pushed his finger in and out of her cunt, feeling her body quicken to him. “Let go, baby, come for me,” he said, his lips against hers. “I’ll catch you. Let go now, Cara.” He put a little force in his words to see if she would accept his command. They hadn’t talked about that aspect of the lives the men wanted, but he felt she would be receptive to it. If she wasn’t… Well, if she wasn’t he would deal with that later.
Dirk and El were more invested in the BDSM lifestyle than Myles was. Myles enjoyed it but didn’t need it the way Dirk and El did. To Dirk and El, it was almost as necessary as breathing. Dirk wondered if El had said anything to Cara while they were in the workshop or if he had tried anything. He didn’t think so. Cara was too new to them for El to try anything yet. He would give her some time to get used to being with the three of them before he played with her.
Cara came screaming Dirk’s name and he held her tight. She rubbed her pussy against his jean-covered dick and it was all Dirk could do to keep from coming with her. He hadn’t come in his jeans since he was in high school and here he was ready to go off like a firecracker with this woman. What was she doing to him?
El and Myles heard Cara’s muffled scream out on the deck where they were grilling the steaks and smiled at each other. “That was a good sound, wasn’t it?” El asked Myles with a grin on his face.