by Casey Morgan
“Excuse me a sec,” I said, making my way to the bathroom. “I can barely see here.”
“We need to leave a towel near the bed, I think,” said Brody. “We could all do with a good wipe down.”
After cleaning up, I came back into the room with a towel and started kissing the boys. Ryan went down on me, while I made out with Brody. Then I polished his shaft with my tongue, licking him up and down his cock.
Ryan’s tongue moved everywhere. He really knew how to get into the nooks and crannies of my folds and clit.
“Yes. Like that, Ryan. Oh, God! I’m coming.”
I came into Ryan’s face. Before, I had been holding back a bit. I was now so relaxed with the two of them that the orgasms just came almost free form. They flowed from me in a relaxing way that calmed me even further.
“You ready to try this now, love?” asked Brody, smiling, with his raging hard on. “Because, as you can see, I am.”
“One sec,” I said.
I pulled Ryan to his feet, grabbed his cock and sucked on it to make sure it was nice and hard. I stoked Brody with my hand to keep things going.
I loved pleasuring them both at the same time. Hell, I loved it almost as much as when both of them pleasured me at the same time.
“Okay, I think we’re ready,” I smiled.
I turned around and slowly pulled the butt plug out of my ass. Taking the lube, I rubbed it on and in my asshole and the boys lubed up their dicks. I laid sideways on the bed. Ryan faced me and slipped his cock right inside me.
“Oooo,” I moaned. “So nice.”
Then Brody got into position. He tried to push in, but slipped all around. Ryan pulled out and then Brody was in, but Ryan couldn’t get back in.
“I think we have to go at the same time, brother,” said Ryan.
Brody pulled out.
“All right, ready? One, two, three!” counted Brody.
They both pushed in at the same time and I gasped loudly. Oh, my God. I had never been stretched like that before. Never! It was an intense experience. Every little move the guys made, I could feel.
They were moaning and straining, too. I could feel their pulses through the veins in the sides of their engorged cocks.
“Oh, my. So tight! Ah,” said Brody. “How’s this?”
“So good,” I moaned. “I love having both of your cocks inside me, filling my hole and stretching it and cramming me so deep and full.”
I couldn’t believe the words coming out of my mouth, but I loved how they brought out the bad witch in me. I just let myself go, and lost control – I handed it over to them and I loved it.
Brody moved in and out and I couldn’t help but squeal a little. He thought he was hurting me, but I assured him he wasn’t. It was just that the feeling was overwhelming. I didn’t think I would tear, but I could.
I guessed that the fear of danger was part of the arousal. In my pussy, it was just as tight. I was throbbing and pulsing up a storm.
“Shit,” cried Ryan. “I don’t think I can hold out!”
Ryan came and then a few seconds later, so did Brody. I couldn’t speak. I was trying to make words through the moans, but all I could do was make sounds of absolute pleasure.
Their cum filled up my tight little asshole and ran out and down my thighs. The warmness of it made me quiver inside. I felt like there was an earthquake shaking inside of me and that it would never stop.
The boys stayed inside me for several minutes until finally, Brody slipped out and then Ryan did too. The massive creampie dripped out of my ass as it finally closed and returned to normal size. They looked at it in admiration and told me they enjoyed watching their mixed cum pour out of me.
“Jesus Christ,” I panted. “That was amazing. Thank you so much for that. I have to rest now. It was — Holy shit.”
We climbed up into our bed and collapsed from sexual exhaustion. It was a full day and one of the best ones I had ever had. Life was perfect now and I never wanted it to end with my boys.
Epilogue
Shanna
A few weeks later, I got my wish. We were getting married in Hennessey House. Meeting the extended elf family took forever, since the brothers had an extended family that seemed to be from here to Cork and beyond.
Their little brother Adien came home from his journey in which he had been trying to be a sheep herder and I met him and his best friends Donovan and Killian Odell, who had an orchard nearby and made hard cider. They brought us a case, which I gratefully accepted.
I asked Aunt Bridget to be my bridesmaid and she readily accepted. She was a good person to learn all the in’s and out’s of the Hennessey family from.
“Now, when you meet Harold and Matilda — They’re the boys’ aunt and uncle from their father’s side, with Harold being the brother, ya’see — understand that they don’t care much fer Western religion, but they do care about tradition,” explained Aunt Bridget.
“Wait,” I said, trying to understand while adjusting my lace wedding dress. “Does that mean they approve of us getting married or they think it’s weird and sinful?”
“They approve of the tradition of marriage, but not the religious part, but they probably won’t like that there’s three of ye,” she tried to explain. “But at the same time, their son is gay, which they did accept. So, I think if you present yerselves as having an alternative lifestyle — They’ll be fine with it.”
“It’s all in the presentation,” I agreed, looking in the mirror.
My dress was perfect. A lace-covered, ivory mermaid gown with a bright green belt. My light-red curls were pulled back in a long elaborate braid, made of eight different strands woven together.
“Aye, love,” Aunt Bridget agreed. “Thanks for letting me be yer bridesmaid. It’s been forever since I did it. I’d forgotten how much fun it is. And how much work it ‘tis. But I enjoy it, and I’m grateful for the chance.”
“Oh, that reminds me,” I said.
I walked, or rather wobbled, because of the tightness of my skirt, over to our dresser drawers.
“We got you a little something. To thank you for all your support and help.”
I handed Aunt Bridget a box and she unwrapped it. Inside was a little jewel box, which she opened. Inside of that was a little charm bracelet.
It had three charms on it: four-leaf clovers, representing me and the boys. She teared up and hugged me.
“Thanks, love,” she said. “It’s so beautiful. I’m so glad you’re a part of this family.”
Suddenly, I heard a commotion outside. I looked out the window to see what was going on. It was Ailbe, Fiona and Ronald, trying to get into the house and crash the wedding.
“We’re McDonnells!” insisted Ailbe. “We’re family. We don’t need an invite. We belong here at the wedding, to witness history. The first time any group of three has gotten married in Luck’s Hollow. We have to be here for it. We deserve to be. We share blood and a name.”
I opened the window and shouted down.
“Ailbe McDonnell, what are you doing here?” I yelled. “You weren’t invited and you know it. In fact, you won’t shut up about it. It’s quite obvious you’re not welcome, so take the hint and leave.”
“How can you not invite your own kin?” said Fiona, shocked.
“I didn’t even invite my own sister and parents,” I laughed. “You think you’re getting in? Why the hell would I invite a McDonnell to my wedding? So you can get drunk and ruin it?”
“We’re your kin!” Ailbe insisted. “We share the same name!”
“Not for much longer,” I said. “After today, I’ll be a Hennessey. So, fuck right off with ye!”
I smiled, proud of myself. The boys’ language was rubbing off on me. Sometimes I couldn’t help but sound like them.
I closed the windows and the drapes after that. Ailbe did some ranting and cursing, but eventually the McDonnells had no choice but to turn around and go home. I knew that some women back home wanted to keep their family name when they got mar
ried. Not me! I couldn’t wait to be rid of it, and my family too, for that matter.
“I feel bad your ma and da can’t be here,” said Aunt Bridget. “You sure they won’t come?”
“Believe me, I’d rather they not,” I told Aunt Bridget. “After the way they treated me over the years, who are they to me, really? Just some people that have the same genes as I do. But there’s no emotional connection there; just biology. You’ve treated me more like family in the short time I’ve been here than they did my entire life. No, there’s nothing for me back in America. This is my home now.”
Mrs. Hennessey, the boys’ mother, popped into the room to check on things. She and her husband had driven over from Cork. They were both tall, thin elves. Both husband and wife had long blonde hair like Ryan.
“How’s mi new daughter? Is Bridget treating ye right?” she asked.
“Aye, Mrs. Hennessey,” I said.
“Oh, please, call me mum,” she said, putting her hands on my shoulders and looking me over. “We’re family in a few minutes. Might as well get used to it.”
I couldn’t help it. I started to tear up. The Hennesseys were like the family I never had.
“Oh, there, there, girl, you’ll ruin your makeup,” she said, pulling me into a tight embrace.
“Her family’s always given her a tough time,” Aunt Bridget explained to my soon-to-be mother-in-law. “I think she’s just overcome.”
“I’m so happy,” I said. “All the Hennesseys are just so nice to me.”
Mrs. Hennessey moved back and gave my shoulders another squeeze.
“Well, you’ll be a Hennessey soon, too. It’s a big responsibility,” she said, taking a lose curl of mine and fixing it in my braid. “It’s a lot of work being this nice. I’m just thankful you got mi Brody to settle down. That boy…”
“Thanks… mum,” I said, calling her that for the first time.
It felt right.
I teared up again and we hugged. I was just so full of emotion today, I couldn’t help it. After a bit, I composed myself and Aunt Bridget helped me touch up my makeup again.
“Oooh, I almost forgot,” said Mrs. Hennessey. “This is the scarf the Hennessey women bring to their weddings for good luck.”
She pulled out said scarf, which was made of bright green silk with elaborate embroidery on the edges. It looked like quintessential Ireland.
“Sometimes the brides wear it, or it gets carried by the mother of the bride. Why don’t you wear it today?”
“Dammit, Audrey!” snapped Bridget. “You’re going to make her cry again!”
“I’m sorry,” I said, smiling. “Thank you so much!”
I cried my makeup off again, while Aunt Bridget tried to fix my face.
“It’s a family heirloom, Bridget,” Audrey reminded her sister.
“Yeah, I wore it and look who I’m married to!” Bridget joked. “Albert’s probably half in the bag and the ceremony’s probably not even begun yet!”
“Don’t let her fool ye, Shanna,” dismissed mum. “Bridget would be lost without Albert to take care of.”
“Lost, she says,” laughed Aunt Bridget. “I’d be lost in a sea of free time. You Shanna, I don’t know how ye do it. Two husbands? I couldn’t take care of two Alberts! One’s enough for me. There’s not enough coffee in the world to keep me able to make two of them happy.”
“Aye,” agreed mum. “Marriage is a lot of work, darlin’. Even to just one man. I hope yer up for the challenge of twice the work!”
“I am,” I smiled, thinking ‘twice the work and also twice the fun’. “When I get tired, I just tell them to take care of each other for a bit with their jokes or their games, while I go out for a pint!”
“Ah, clever girl!” laughed mum.
I finished getting ready. Mum and Bridget tied the heirloom scarf into my braid. Then, it was time to go downstairs for the ceremony. I was a little nervous and excited. Ryan and Brody’s friends and family had all turned out for the event.
I had no one to give me away, but we had invited Sergio, so I asked him to do the honors. He had traveled home and back a few times while working on his book. He was still fascinated with our polyamorous relationship and was still trying to understand its dynamics.
“Hello,” he greeted me. “Thank you for this honor. I wish you many happy returns.”
“You’re very sweet,” I said. “Thanks. My husbands got you this.”
I handed him a bottle of old whiskey. It was thirty-two years old and, from what I understood, some of the best stuff around.
“This is just what every writer needs nearby,” he said. “It’s perfect. Thank you. Shall we?”
The music started, and he escorted me into the main room as planned. There, at the makeshift altar, the boys stood waiting for me. Their brother Quinn was our best man, and his daughter had been pulled up in a stroller by her mother, Quinn’s wife. Aiden was a groomsman.
My two fiancés looked so handsome in their black suits. Sergio escorted me to them, wished us good luck and then he sat down. The boys took my hands and we stood before the Vicar.
It took some negotiations to get him to perform the ceremony. It wasn’t so much about the fact that three people were getting married, rather than two. He was more worried that the law would have him arrested for doing it.
After a brief discussion, he finally came to the conclusion that it wasn’t the law’s business what people do in their private lives. That was between us and God, as far as he was concerned. He agreed to perform the ceremony, for a modest fee, of course.
Some people had already started asking me what it would be like, getting married to two men. How could I look both of them in the eyes at once? Wouldn’t I have to only look one in the eye at a time?
The truth was that after being with the boys, we quickly learned to adjust, and I could look at both of them at the right angle if they stood together. When you shared a life together with someone, you got to know them. You didn’t just peer into their soul at the wedding. You did it every single day.
We said our vows, exchanged rings and kissed. Just like that, I was finally out of the McDonnell family, and was very happy about that fact. Everyone in the room seemed to be as well, because they all burst forth with applause.
“All right, let’s drink!” said Brody, excited.
I was in awe of the Hennesseys’ acceptance of us. They just were a family that seemed to roll with the punches. In many ways, today was just another good day for drinking and celebrating. They passed few judgments and when they did, it was usually only to start an argument or tell a joke.
“Brody’s finally married,” joked his youngest brother, Aiden. “Finally, there’re women for the rest of us!”
“The blind ones were always open to you, Aiden,” Brody joked back.
“Until he opened his mouth and tried to start a conversation with them,” added Ryan.
“Aye,” agreed Brody. “It’s a shame he wasn’t mute!”
I took a selfie the boys and me, with everyone in the background. I immediately posted it on my Facebook feed with the caption “Happy”. A few seconds later, Nora registered her displeasure, by clicking the “sad” reaction and then posting a vomit emoji as a comment.
“I have got to unfriend her at some point,” I muttered. “Geez, even on Facebook she’s a bitch.”
But I knew that now was not the time to worry about drama with my sister. The only reason I stayed her friend on Facebook was to see her quite public squabbles with Derek. Those two were evil peas in a pod and deserved each other. I didn’t see them lasting long.
Actually, though, I was actually trying to forgive her as my husbands had advised me to do way back when it all first was brought up. I knew that letting bygones be bygones would make me a better person, with a happier life. So, soon, I would have to let go of my bitterness and unfriend her on Facebook, so I didn’t always have to be reminded of the past.
We ate, danced and drank. I met all the Henn
esseys now that I was one of them. There seemed to be an endless parade of uncles, aunts, cousins and other kin. All welcomed me, and no one ever said a cross word.
Later, as the reception started to slow, we sat around talking. I moved my fingers to create a flower arch all around us. My new husbands added their special magic touch to it – roses in the center, for me. Sergio sat down with us.
“So, everything is set now for you, yes?” he asked.
“I can’t wait for this guy’s book to come out soon, brother,” joked Brody to Ryan. “So he can stop askin’ us all these questions!”
“It comes out very soon. This year, I think. I have found a publisher!” he announced.
We toasted to Sergio’s success.
Brody had gotten very drunk. He was so drunk, he was having trouble keep his head up.
“That’s the spirit, lad!” he toasted, to no one.
Unsteady even in his chair, he finally lost his balance and fell into the grass. He was snoring loudly within seconds, completely passed out.
“Now that’s a way to end an Irish wedding!” I joked.
“You want I should help him?” Sergio offered.
“Nah, let him sleep it off a bit,” said Ryan. “He’s had a long day. He doesn’t hold his alcohol so good now that he’s gettin’ older.”
“What’s that ye say?” asked Brody from the ground. “I can still drink your sorry arse under the table.”
“How can ye drink me under the table when you’re already under the table?” Ryan asked.
“I’ll dig a hole,” he said. “First one that falls in is the loser.”
“The only hole you’ll be diggin’ is your grave if you have any more to drink!” I quipped.
“Ah, there’s mi wife,” pointed Brody. “A ray of sunshine, she is. Fetch me a coffee, would ye, love?”
“The last thing you need is an Irish coffee,” I said. “I’ll make sure to do something to ye later that will wake you up!”
The crowd around us laughed. Brody immediately stood up, as if he had never been drunk at all.
“Y’see, that’ll get a man up on his feet,” said Brody.
“Aye,” Ryan agreed.