Three Brothers: A Menage Romance

by Samantha Twinn

  As Mitchell finishes, still in glorious coordination, Finn and Reid pick up their pace. All at once, though, they both stop. Finn is inside me, Reid pulled back. Finn stays still as Reid pushes in, and then they’re both hard and huge inside me, stretching me, filling me so incredibly full.

  I cry out my pleasure, and then scream in ecstasy as they pull out together and pump back inside at the same time.

  Finn reaches climax first, coming inside me and introducing me to more new and exciting sensations, then Reid is clutching my hips, holding me firmly against him as, jaw firm, head thrown back, he closely follows his brothers.

  Afterward, we all lie on the floor together, a hot, sweaty tangle of arms and legs. No one speaks for quite a while.

  Reid trails a finger back and forth along the back of my hand and forearm. “That was incredible,” he says eventually.

  Mitchell and Finn murmur their agreement.

  “It was,” I agree. “Wanna do it again?”

  Epilogue

  The lake isn’t peaceful today. Splashes, squeals, and peals of laughter ring out over the surface of the water and up the hill to where I’m spreading a bright pink plastic tablecloth over a second picnic table.

  “Where would you like this?” Mitchell asks, holding out a balloon bouquet featuring a giant mylar “6”.

  “I’ll get it,” I say, taking it from his hands. His eyes are on the water as he hands over the decoration. “Why don’t you go play? I can get the rest.”

  “Are you sure?” He’s already reaching for the bottom of his t-shirt, itching to tug it off.

  “Go,” I say, laughing.

  Though there’s still a lot to do before our guests arrive, I pause to watch him reveal the rippling muscles of his broad upper body, a sight I’ll never tire of. Mitchell gives me a quick kiss, while at the same time laying his hand gently on my belly, then he sprints for the water, his skin catching the sunlight in a way that still fuels my fantasies.

  The birthday girl Bea cries, “Daddy Mitch!” when she sees him coming, moments before she jumps from Finn’s shoulders, making another giant splash. Her younger brother Matty isn’t so vocal, but he still makes a lot of commotion in the water as he jumps from Reid’s shoulders, mimicking his sister. I’m glad no one else is at the lake hoping for a quiet day of fishing.

  I’m lost in thought for a while as I watch them. I picture my mom and Michael in the scene, as I sometimes do, wishing they could be here with us, and hoping that somehow they are. My hand goes to the locket around my neck and I twist it in my fingers, rubbing the smooth surface before settling it back onto my chest.

  There are two pictures inside now. The original one with my mom and me, and a new picture with me, Beatrice, and Matty, taken when Matty was an infant. We’ll have a new photo to add next year.

  Smiling and thinking of photographic memories, I grab my phone and move closer to the action in the lake. There are two new baby albums at home now, too, joining the three from Mitchell, Reid, and Finn’s childhood.

  I click away, capturing new memories as Mitchell twirls Bea in swirling circles, Reid tows Matty around on a raft, and Finn plays sea monster, making our son’s giggles ring out across the water.

  Three brothers. Three daddies. I’ve joked with them that they should change the name of the business.

  We don’t know which of them biologically fathered Bea and Matty, though sometimes I have my suspicions. Bea is always cracking us up, and reminds me of Reid that way. Matty is quiet like Mitchell, and I hope the new baby will be tender-hearted like Finn, but of course they’ll each share qualities from all of their daddies.

  The crunch of tires on gravel breaks my reverie. A few minutes later, Lucky and Rita are making their way over, carrying a cake and a covered dish.

  “Oh, it’s beautiful!” I say when I see the birthday cake, expertly decorated in butterflies and flowers. “She’s going to love it.”

  Lucky kisses my cheek, and when she sets the cake down, Rita pulls me into a hug. “I’m glad you could get them to take a day off,” she says, tilting her head in the direction of my men.

  “I know. They’re so busy lately, even with all the help they’ve hired,” I say.

  “Lots of projects at the college?” Rita asks.

  “Yes, but mostly a lot of contracts from House and Home.” The new home improvement superstore that opened in the next town has Three Brothers Landscaping at the top of their contractor list.

  “Their father would be very proud of what they’ve done with the business,” Rita says. She watches them for a moment before asking, “And how’s your business going?”

  “Great,” I say as I open up a pack of paper plates. “In fact, I just got a new client last week. A photographer who needs a website.”

  Rita opens up the napkins and helps me set the tables. “I know I don’t need to tell you how proud your mother would be. Successful in your work and a great mom, too.”

  “I don’t know about all that,” I say.

  “I do,” Rita says, and I blush with pride. Her praise means a lot. “How are you feeling?” she asks, with a meaningful glance at my midsection.

  “Really good,” I beam. “I hope I’m not speaking too soon, but I think this is going to be an easy one.” I rest a hand on my stomach and give silent thanks for the absence of morning sickness this time around.

  “When the time comes, he or she will probably pop right out,” Rita says.

  “Ha!”

  The sound of another car draws our attention, while at the same time, a little blur runs by me and throws herself at Rita. “Auntie Rita!” Bea yells.

  “Happy birthday, Miss Beatrice!”

  “Bea, you’re getting Auntie Rita wet,” I say.

  “Oh, please. She’s fine,” Rita says, bending to return the hug.

  Matty arrives and clings to my leg but goes quickly into Rita’s arms when she reaches for him. I’m so grateful that my children have her and Lucky in their lives.

  “Are we late?” Christine says as she approaches. There are more hugs all around as we all greet Christine and Dustin, who’s now her husband.

  My friend visits us a few times a year, and she always looks beautifully out of place in Woodford, in her designer clothing and impractical shoes. Once a year, I visit her, but I don’t miss the city a bit.

  As she starts pulling gifts out of a bag for the kids, Finn comes up and gives me a hug every bit as wet as the one Bea gave Rita.

  “Hey!” I say, before I fold myself deeper into his arms and breathe him in.

  “Hey, yourself.” He gives me a quick kiss that still makes my insides flutter, even after all these years.

  “Hey, both of you,” Reid says. He waits for Finn to release me, and then treats me to another damp embrace.

  “You guys are getting me wet,” I say.

  “April,” Reid says in a hushed voice as he looks around furtively. “We have guests. You’re going to have to wait ‘til later for that kind of hanky panky.”

  I laugh out loud. It’s not always easy to fit in the hanky panky these days, but the four of us still manage quite nicely. I sigh dramatically and pout. “I guess I can wait.”

  Reid’s silly word choice reminds me of the gift I gave them on the first anniversary of my moving in with them: a custom duvet cover for our giant new bed, printed with the bright pattern of a Twister game. We’ve had a lot of fun with it.

  “What’s going on over here?” Mitchell says, stepping in close.

  “April’s getting all hot and bothered,” Reid says.

  “How can I help it?” I say, before Mitchell puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me in for a kiss.

  “Looks like Aunt Maureen’s arrived,” Finn says. I follow his gaze and see Maureen and her partner Jillian getting out of the car.

  I smile when Bea and Matty run up the hill to greet them. Aunt Maureen cut off contact after she found out we were in love and living together. The stepsibling connection didn’t bother

her; it was the fact that all three of her nephews were in love with me.

  She tried to tell them that it wasn’t right, but they stood up to her, and after a big argument, she didn’t contact them for a long time. I was sad about them losing their only close relative, but when I became pregnant with Bea, Maureen came back into our lives.

  “How are you doing, dear?” she asks me now, kissing my cheek.

  “I’m great, Maureen. I’m so glad you two could make it,” I tell her.

  “We wouldn’t miss it,” she says.

  She’s been a great support to us, even from a distance, and she long ago explained to me that she was just worried about her nephews getting hurt when they all chose to get involved with the same woman. I understood her fears, even though I knew she had nothing to worry about.

  It seems that our unconventional relationship helped Maureen decide to share a secret she’d been keeping. Two years ago, she brought a friend with her when she visited us. The friend was Jillian, and it turned out they’d been together as lovers for several years.

  “Can I open gifts, Mommy?” Bea asks, tugging at my shirt.

  “Let’s eat first, sweetie. I’ll bet our guests are hungry.”

  “Let’s eat, everybody!” Bea yells.

  I meet the eyes of my three men, and we share proud and amused smiles at the behavior of our vivacious first-born child.

  “Let’s eat, everybody!” Reid echoes.

  Settling in around the picnic tables, we pass food and share stories and laughs. Later, we all gather around the birthday cake. The colorful frosting flowers remind me of all the blooms that have been put by my bedside through the years.

  I found out long ago that it was Mitchell who first secretly gave me flowers, and his brothers soon joined in the tradition. Now, the three of them not only put beautiful bouquets on my nightstand, they also regularly fill a little vase for Bea.

  While our daughter waits impatiently, Finn lights the candles and Mitchell and Reid stand ready with their cameras. I couldn’t ask for better partners or better fathers.

  I look around at my amazing family and at our friends who have become family, and I wonder how I got so lucky. My life is nothing like I planned, yet it’s so much more than I could have imagined.

  As Beatrice squeezes her eyes closed in preparation for blowing out her candles, Matty leans in with the hope that he might help her. I make a silent wish for them and for the baby growing inside me: May all of our children find as much happiness in their lives as I have in mine.

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