by Ava May
The intervention was not as smooth as they had planned. Mikaela walked in on the intervention and overheard snippets of their conversation. She had found Tony increasingly inclining towards his brother and best friend. That was when the siren revealed her true colors. She seduced Tony further and had trapped him in her seeming need for constant emotional support. She manipulated him to think that she was insecure and that she was not only in love with Tony, but grateful to him for rescuing her from her painful loneliness.
“Tony, I’m so glad to have met you. You take such good care of me, love. Back home I’m just a princess with no friends.” The seductress had sobbed in front of the unsuspecting brother.
Before long, she had started to pressure Tony to marry her. Ronda and Matthew had made their displeasure clear regarding the decision. They instinctively felt that something was not right at all. Mikaela had tried every trick under her sleeve to destroy the bond between the three. The matter had reached such a stage that Tony had put forward a desire to divide the company between the two brothers. It was Ronda’s timely interference that had prevented the disaster. She proved Tony how dividing the company would go against their interests. That was one long night. The next day, Tony broke up with Mikaela and bid her goodbye forever. The three friends had then organized a sleepover and drank till they had passed out. They had woken up the following morning with terrible headaches and promises of not touching alcohol again. The promises were, of course, short-lived.
Quite a few months had passed by following the departure of Mikaela. Ronda had to thank Mikaela for bringing the three of them closer. Tony had completely immersed himself into work. After breaking up with her, he had realized how stupid he had been to be so vulnerable to the charms of another woman. He felt immensely guilty for causing pain to Matthew and Ronda unnecessarily. It was a time of self-realization for Tony. He realized how emotionally vulnerable he could be at times and that he should get a grip on himself as soon as possible. Matthew only breathed a sigh of relief that everything was ultimately all right. He had always been Tony’s protector, so when he found his little brother being ensnared by the seductress, he had felt utterly helpless. Matthew was more introverted than Tony. He had only confided in Ronda how lonely he had felt without his brother during his courtship with Mikaela. He had feared that he would lose Tony. Therefore, he gladly welcomed the break up in the relationship. Besides, he did not really care much about Mikaela when she had made a move on him, despite telling her repeatedly that she was mistaking him for Tony. Matthew had never disclosed the information to his brother. He had no intention of hurting him any further whatsoever.
Along with a very dedicated and creative team, Tony was too busy developing software that would assist children of the third world countries to innovate things of their choice using the simplest of things available. There was a lot of positive speculation about the new project and Tony and Matthew were leaving no stone unturned in making the software a grand success. Funding was pouring in from all over the world and a number of talented programmers were brought on board to make sure that the product was flawless. Tony and Matthew had always been nitpicky about products that were designed for the exclusive use and benefit of children. The twins had lost their father very early. Their mother had brought them up single-handedly and she was unable to provide the best of the opportunities to her talented sons due to financial constraints. Their mother had often been disappointed with herself for her inability to provide the best for her children, though the brothers had never complained. The software was a tribute to their mother on her sixtieth birthday. They remembered feeling disheartened at their mother’s self-imposed disappointment. They had felt quite helpless and they had always wanted to do something to show her their admiration. Mrs. Dillingham was over the moon when Tony and Matthew had told her about the idea. She had blushed like a new bride and jokingly told her sons, ”That idea ain’t gonna fetch you two pence wortha bread, sons”. Mrs. Dillingham was indeed the proudest woman on Mulberry Street in Boston the day the brothers informed her of their decision, though she tried hard in vain to hide it. They had decided to name the software Edna, after their mother.
After months of hard work, Edna had completed her first run successfully. The brothers and the entire team were beside themselves with joy. It was a historic moment for every member of Dillingham Innovations. Matthew had called up Ronda to deliver the good news. She was attending a literary festival in London at that time. After the initial congratulations, they had decided to celebrate the event once Ronda returned.
The two-week festival in London, away from the boys, had led Ronda to do some thinking of her own. Ever since Mikaela had tried to break the three, Ronda had started feeling an inexplicable fear of losing the twins to the snares of another woman. She did not have any close friends apart from the twins. They had shared all their secrets with each other. They had even shared lovers on multiple occasions. Ronda realized that she had started to develop feelings more intimate than friendship for the twins. The thought of Tony and Matthew together aroused her while she was alone at her hotel room. She could feel the wetness between her legs. She wanted to feel the warmth of the skin of the brothers. Their thoughts caused her to rub her clitoris. As she recalled Tony’s minty breath and Matthew’s cigar aroma, she rubbed her clitoris harder, while inserting a finger in her vagina. Her nipples hardened as she fantasized the twins sucking each one of her pendulous breasts. She had dated an art major student in college. She had told her that her breasts were perfect for weaning and it made sucking them so much easier. The fantasy of the twins sucking on each of her breasts led her to massage her G-spot as she continued to rub her clit, sending shivers of pleasure through her veins. She moaned their names as she continued getting wetter with every movement of her fingers, till in the silence, if heard carefully, one could actually hear the damp sounds of her depth. Ronda could feel the twins breathing down the sides of her neck, kissing her and licking her skin inch by inch, as her moans grew louder and louder. She arched her curved hips as her body climbed the ladder of fulfillment. She shivered violently as her mind grew numb and goose bumps erupted on her body as the climactic orgasm took over. Ronda was sweating profusely after the physical exertion, as she took her fingers out and licked off the sweet liquid. Her reverie was disrupted by Matthew’s phone call about the success of Edna.
As Ronda Jenkins lay on her bed that night recalling her fantasy, she made up her mind that she must tell the twins of her feelings. She had a feeling they would not refuse her. They had been the perfect companions to each other for years now. She practically belonged to them and vice versa.
Ronda returned to New York with a mission. She had to tell the twins about her feelings and that could not wait. She knew the twins had nursed a secret crush for her for years, but they valued her friendship more and hence did not tell her anything. A lot of their mutual friends had informed Ronda about how the twins could go on and on appreciating her and talking about her. At times, the listeners felt the twins knew more about Ronda, than Ronda herself; though that would not be very wrong. The first thing that she did on landing in New York was to call Matthew and fix a lunch appointment with the twins.
She was dressed in a red Dolce and Gabanna dress. She looked stunning. Red always complimented Ronda’s fair skin and her apple blush cheeks. She was pear shaped and dresses flaunted her curves unabashedly. The underwire bra supported her soft, luscious breasts and gave the impression of two little rounded hills on her chests. Her buttocks were in proportion to her ample breasts and could easily give even the most bootylicious stars a run for their money. Her thighs were a vast milky expanse of softness leading to her beautifully shaped legs. Ronda Jenkins was dressed to kill.
“My, my Ronda! What’s the occasion for the sultriness, darling?” Matthew asked with a sly wink as the brothers hugged their best friend.
“You will get to know that pretty soon. Why don’t we order lunch first?”
“Sure
thing. I am starving.”
The friends had not seen each other for two weeks and there was so much to talk about. Ronda listened to them carefully and also gave them updates about her trip to London.
“Any new English lover in the block?” Tony asked
“Mmhmm…There are two American lovers in my mind though.”
“Oooh. Not one but two. Someone’s been very naughty. Who are the lucky men or women?”
“Tony and Matthew Dillingham.”
The brothers broke into laughter at Ronda’s candor. They were absolutely sure that she was pulling their legs. She had done this before. Tony and Matthew had never confided in Ronda how much they craved for her at times. The brothers had shared a bedroom with a common lover before, but they had always felt that Ronda would be their perfect partner. Yet, none of them had mustered enough courage to put forward the proposition. And now here was Ronda telling them candidly that she would like to take them as lovers. She was, of course, joking. Ronda always had a wonderful sense of humor.
“I’m being serious, gentlemen.”
“Yeah sure.”
And they broke into another bout of laughter, when Ronda grabbed Matthew by his neck and kissed his lips. She sucked them till she was sure that both the brothers were absolutely convinced that she was not playing a prank. She kissed Matthew long and deep, teasing his tongue out to play with hers.
After they had finished kissing, there was quite a long pause before Tony remarked, “Well. That is one way to make a point.”
A quick dart of knowing glance passed among the three and they knew that they had ceased to be friends and had turned into lovers. They raised a toast to their new relationship.
The lovers celebrated the successful run of Edna by hitting every sophisticated club around town. They drank as much as they could drink and then some more. As they drove from one club to another, they could barely keep their hands off each other. Their impatience was admirable. All they wanted to do was to be behind closed doors with each other, naked.
Chapter 3
The alcohol had turned the lovers rowdy and hungry with lust for each other. As soon as they reached home, they pounced on each other, almost tearing their clothes off. The twins hungrily attacked Ronda’s luscious breasts as she let out a moan of pleasure. She held their shafts in her hands and pleasured them as they feasted on her breasts and licked her. They showered attention to every inch of Ronda’s soft skin with their tongue, alternately nibbling her. Tony put a finger on her clitoris, hard with anticipation and rubbed it vigorously, while Matthew pushed his fingers, one at a time, inside her depths. Ronda could feel the wetness between her legs. She had never been this aroused before. Not even the time she had participated in an orgy in her second year in college. As she moaned louder, Tony brought his manhood to her mouth. They had only heard of Ronda’s magical abilities at fellatio from her past lovers and the brothers were eager to see for themselves. Ronda greedily took Tony’s manhood in her mouth and swallowed the whole of it, as Matthew lifted up her legs and zealously tasted her honey pot. She tasted so sweet. Her smell, a little pungent and a little musky, was enticing. Combined with the effect of the alcohol, it drove Matthew to invest more enthusiasm in his efforts. As his tongue flicked inside her, Ronda swallowed Tony with greater zest. Tony lay over Ronda, while he sucked her breast and rubbed them and she continued pleasuring his manhood with her tongue.
The brothers interchanged their position. Matthew was slightly bigger than Tony and Ronda eyed him lustily. She grabbed his shaft and thrust it in her mouth all the while massaging his testicles. She sucked him and his testicles alternately and Matthew groaned in pleasure. Tony rubbed Ronda’s clitoris as he flicked his tongue in between her legs. Ronda pushed him in further while clutching his hair. Her body quivered in pleasure as Tony’s tongue touched her G-spot as his thumb kept up the pressure on her clitoris. Ronda exploded in his mouth, as Matthew exploded in hers. The ecstasy and the intoxication drained Matthew, and he lay back, while Ronda focused her attention on Tony and went forward to return the favor by helping the other twin erupt the same way as his brother.
As Ronda sat in her living room, the memory of the first physical attachment with the twins aroused her. She felt herself between her thighs to find out how wet she was. She looked at the living room clock. It was almost time for her guests to arrive. Everything was ready for the night. She could sit back and relax till her guests arrived.
The drunken quickie, as they called it, had been quite satisfying. They had woken up the next morning to find them naked and cradled in each other’s arms.
“One hell of a night, it was yesterday, no?”
“We can have another one now.”
They kissed each other good morning and would have probably gone for round two if it was not a working day. Tony insisted that they had time for another quickie, but Matthew and Ronda both vetoed his decision. Needless to say, all three of them were late for their respective work places and they required more than their usual cups of coffee to get through the day. They constantly messaged each other about the night before. Their euphoria was adorable to say the least. They seemed to have rediscovered their friendship and they simply had to talk about it till there was nothing more to talk. Ronda had come up with innovative names for the twins. She nicknamed Tony “Duke of Cunnilingus” and Matthew was crowned as the “The Earl of Fingering”. They still could not come up with a nickname for Ronda, but they were genuinely happy with their sobriquets and had a mighty good laugh about it.
The moment Ronda and the twins had turned into lovers, the tabloids found themselves going dry. These three figures were single-handedly capable of keeping the gossip mill running with their flamboyant romantic liaisons. Unfortunately, the paparazzi could find neither of the three in a compromising situation with anyone who looked like a potential lover. This secret relationship delighted the trio and they enjoyed keeping the paparazzi wondering about what might have happened to their love lives
Ronda and the twins yearned for each other’s company but capitalism came in the way. Ronda was busy with a new partnership the publishing house was working on and the twins were busy fine-tuning Edna for the great launch. It was an important phase in the career of both the parties and under no circumstances, could they compromise with that aspect. Their romantic escapade had to wait. However, they met for lunch regularly and carried on with their conversations of business and pleasure.
The lovers were as happy as they could be. But good things do not last smoothly nor do they last long.
Ronda was not the type of girl to fall in love easily. She could only remember one man who could make her feel the butterflies in her stomach: Alexander Rodgers. Alexander was the teaching assistant of Ronda’s professor in college and the two young people had taken an instant liking for each other. They both had similar likes and dislikes in their taste of poetry, art and drama. Ronda had seldom found anyone apart from her, except Rodgers, who liked Dryden as much as she did. They had bonded over their love for the metaphysical poets, good Scotch and Renaissance paintings. A romantic relationship was an obvious outcome.
Alexander Rodgers was not particularly good-looking. He was unkempt, a little sloppy and quite absent-minded at times. His physique was rugged and he went about with an aura of a carefree attitude towards life. His fingers could create magic on a canvas and there were more than one willing woman to model for him at any time. He could mesmerize any audience with his talent with the flute. Ronda had fallen in love with Alexander the day he played Debussy’s Clair de Lune on his flute in the amphitheater on a full moon night. She had kissed him for the first time that night and it was an ethereal experience altogether.
Ronda had always been wild and passionate. Sex for her involved a lot of heat. But with Alexander it was different. She was subdued, yet passionate. She had understood what the poets had meant by making love when she was with Alexander. He was used to creating these environments that caused the union of the f
ive senses in a synesthetic harmony. Alexander treated sex holistically and he would perfume the room with scented candles and herbs; play soft music and light the room in mellow earthy tones whenever he made love to Ronda. There would be fruits and chocolates around and he would often blindfold Ronda while touching her. She had laughed at the arrangements initially, but on witnessing the effect, the cynic had turned into a believer. Their courtship lasted for eleven months and then Alexander had disappeared without a word. Ronda had searched for him high and low, but to no avail. No one knew where Alexander had disappeared. Ronda was depressed and for almost a month kept to herself. The episode had hurt her in several dimensions. She felt lonely for the first time in years. Alexander’s abandonment cut her like the daggers of betrayal. She had turned into a greater cynic after the episode and had meticulously avoided to form any kind of emotional connection with her lovers.
The twins were however in a league of their own. Ronda always felt emotionally secure with the twins. She firmly believed that they shared a bond far deeper than just friends or lovers. She was confident that they would always have her back and that three of them together could face any situation whatsoever. The bitter experience with Alexander had not discouraged Ronda to form an emotional connection with the twins. They were safe in each other’s company. And then life threw a curveball at them.
Chapter 4
Ronda was attending an art exhibition of budding new artists. She was impressed by the new talents. They were fresh with their perspectives and bold with their use of techniques. There were a lot of themes that these artists had experimented with and it tickled Ronda’s grey matter to discuss about them. She felt refreshed by the innovative ideas around her. She was inspecting oil on canvas on the theme of motherhood, when she was disrupted by a tap on her shoulders. She turned around to behold one of the most bewildering sights of her life till date. Right in front of her stood Alexander Rodgers and he did not even look a day old.