Triad

HE STARTED IT!

Kurt’s skinny hips were writhing inside his tight jeans, his bare chest shining with sweat as he walked toward me through a cloud of smoke. He reached out a hand and I took it, just as a thumping noise tore the dream from my head. I woke quickly, a little surprised to find my hand inside my underwear, even more surprised at how wet my fingers were. Even after three years Kurt still wouldn’t let me be.

I curled into a ball and summoned up the awesome power of my slightly hung-over mind to drive away whoever was at my door. Then the knock sounded again, louder and quicker, so I groaned, blew my mussed up hair out of my eyes and slid my fingers out from whence they came.

I stomped to the front door, utterly pissed. If I had to dream about sex with my ex, I could at least have gotten to the sex! Especially when it was the one thing Kurt always did well.

“Someone better be in big trouble, or…someone’s…gonna be in big trouble!”

Hey, it was 7 o’clock BC-before coffee-and there was no obligation on me to make sense.

I felt my jaw drop as I swung the door open. “Kurt?”

“Hey, Aunt Nicole.”

“Shit! Ben!” God, he looked like his uncle, only younger…and prettier. I almost leapt up into his arms as I hugged him, realizing too late that my wet fingers were all over his neck. “Oh. Who’s your friend?”

“This is Harley Briggs, Aunt Nicole. He’s in the reserves with me.”

“Hi, Harley.”

“Hello, Ms. Michaud.”

Harley was a little shorter than Ben, probably about six foot even, with dark hair, a slight caramel tinge to his skin, maybe some Oriental blood back a generation or two.

He had a real military bearing about him, but that didn’t stop me from scooping him into a hug. “Any friend of Ben’s is an ex-nephew of mine.”

I felt him stiffen in my arms for a second, then relax. His hands pressed against my back lightly, like he’d just finished reading ‘Hugging…for Dummies.’

“Well come in, come in. You’re making the place look tidy.”

Ben cast an appraising eye over the paisley carpet and the peeling paint of the hallway. “No chance of that.”

I blew him a raspberry. “Can’t help it. This is all I can afford, now.”

Ben’s jaw hardened as he walked in. “I’m real sorry about that.”

“Your uncle didn’t trust banks.” I shrugged with far more indifference than I felt.

Kurt and I had run a successful catering business, we’d just disagreed on where the profits should be invested. My plan involved spreading the money between a joint account, a managed fund and a stock portfolio. Kurt felt it would be better deposited in the panties of barely legal pole dancers.

“Yeah, well I‘m still sorry, Aunt Nicole.”

“Please, Ben. It’s just Nicole now. You’re all grown up, and I divorced him three years ago.”

He looked me up and down, his eyes rolling over my body like hands. I dabbed at my copper hair, but it was too late to fix the mess I’d become. I can’t imagine how I must have looked, a skinny thirty-six-year-old woman roused from bed, wearing her ex-husband’s old t-shirt as jammies.

Ben smiled and shook his head. “Always said Uncle Kurt was fuckin‘ crazy.” He flopped heavily into the couch and pointed to a photograph on the wall. “I miss that place.”

It was the big old house Kurt and I bought all those years ago when we’d first married. Ben was nearly eleven then, and he used to come over just to hang out with us. We were way cooler than his parents, simply for not being his parents. Plus Kurt was real good with kids, with making up wild stories and stupid games. Yeah, my ex could’ve charmed a homeless man out of his shoes.

Still pointing at the photo, Ben looked at me. “Remember that cool rug you had in the sun room?”

“The one I used to lie on to read?”

“Yeah.”

“Until you’d creep up and jump on me.”

He chuckled, a throaty rumble in his chest. “Yeah. You were a pretty good fighter, Aunt- sorry, Nicole.”

“That’s ’cause I knew your weakness.” I waggled my fingers. “Tickles.”

Harley was sitting across from Ben, his head swiveling to follow our conversation. I turned to him. “Sorry, Harley. We‘re being rude.”

“No, it’s all right. ‘s kinda nice to see you guys gettin’ on so good.”

I scanned him for a second. He was hunkered into the chair like it was a foxhole, his shoes suddenly fascinating, as if in compensation for having to speak. I turned to Ben, a silent question on my face.

“Harley’s down from the country, doesn’t really have a lot of family. Those he has, he’s not on real good terms with.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Harley.”

He shrugged. “No great loss.”

Ben kicked his friend’s foot. “Cheer up, Softly. You have us, at least.”

That actually seemed to make a difference to the young man. He smiled, still without looking at us, and I wondered just how old he was.

“Well, boys, I was about to…” I remembered the dream, and my hand, and wasn’t sure how to finish. “…to, uh, have some breakfast. Can I rustle you up some pancakes?”

“Why do you think we came here?”

“Well I thought it might be for the stimulating company.”

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you had visitors.”

As a kid, Ben’s smile had always been sweet. Now, as a man, there was a real dash of spice in it, the way one side crept higher than the other, like he knew something none of us did.

“You’re not too big for me to put over my knee, baby boy.” I gawped as he stood slowly, moving like a buttered snake. “Okay, maybe you are too big.”

“That’s what she said.”

Harley seemed to have relaxed a little, seemed to enjoy it when Ben took over the conversation. He watched the bigger boy’s every move as if taking cues on how to behave in my company.

I headed to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast. The boys stayed in the lounge room and I could hear Ben’s voice rumbling as he gave Harley some choice details from our shared past, no doubt mostly the ones that were embarrassing to me.

Before long I had a huge plate full of hot and fluffy pancakes and I took it out to feed my hungry two-man army. Harley’s eyes widened as he surveyed them.

Ben looked cutely smug as he tore the first three off the top of the pile. “Man, I told you. You wanted to hit a diner.”

I swore Harley almost had tears in his eyes. As if no-one had ever made him breakfast, let alone a pile of sinful food like this.

“Go ahead, Harley. They’re hot and fresh and they’ve got your name on them.

Maple syrup’s there, butter‘s there. You boys want bacon?”

Ben moaned through his mouthful, which I took to be a ‘yes’.

“Good. ‘Cause I already made some.”

I brought out the warm plate and whipped my hands out of harm’s way as two forks descended like vultures tired of waiting. Ben flexed his right hand a little, battling with stiffness.

“Hey, Benny?”

“Mmm?”

“I hate to spoil the moment, but do you have to check with anyone? The cops, your lawyer?”

“Nah, all sorted. They know I’m here.”

“That’s good. Ben…why are you here?”

“Can’t I just visit an old family friend?”

“Who’re you calling ‘old’?”

Harley backed his friend up. “It‘s true, ma’am. They know. We’re goin’ to see Dr.

Perkins.”

“Are you crazy?”

Ben shook his head. “I owe him.”

I felt like slapping him sideways. “No you don’t! You got community service.

You’re paying your debt.”

“To society. Perkins is still drinking his meals, Aunt Nicole.”

“So what, you’re going to say ’sorry’? You already said that, the day after the accident, and in court!”

“No, ma’am.” Harley squeezed timidly into our spat. “We’re doin’ his garden.”

I looked from one to the other. “His garden?”

Ben smirked and slapped Harley on the back of the head. “Yup. When he’s not in the reserves, Softly here is studying landscaping. I’m his hard-working lackey.”

“And what does that do?”

Ben stood and gathered some plates, took them out to the kitchen. “How ‘bout I make some coffee?”

I showed him where everything was, waited while he brewed up a jug. A couple months before, Ben’s mother had finally succumbed to breast cancer. It wasn’t a surprise, but it was still a shock. Ben took it harder than anyone, and he headed straight from the funeral to the local bar.

His real mistake had been driving home. He’d gone onto the wrong side of the road and hit another car. Nothing serious, but Ben had still been cut up inside and he flew out of his car and attacked the other driver, a Dr. Richard Perkins, in front of his wife and daughter.

Dr. Perkins ended up with a broken jaw. Ben got off lightly, the judge taking into account his good employment record and the circumstances regarding his mother’s death.

Finally, I could wait no more. “You gonna tell me about it?”

Ben sighed. “It’s a guy thing.”

“Try me.”

“I just needed to make things right.”

“The powers that be gave you 200 hours.”

Ben shook his head. “And I shoulda got more. But even then it still wouldn‘t make things right. Just even.”

“What else matters?”

“What about Jessica Perkins? She saw some wild-eyed fuckwit smash her father’s jaw…dethrone her king in a couple seconds.”

“So?”

“So I’m giving back what I took. He gets to have me say ‘yes, sir, Dr. Perkins, sir’ in front of his family.”

“Yeah, that just sounds like crap. Little girls don’t respect their dads for winning fights. You’re poking the hornet’s nest, Benny.”

“It’s all supervised, Aunt Nicole. I’m not asking him to like me. I’d prefer he gave me no thought at all.” He rubbed idly at his chest. “In the end, I guess I’m doing it for mom. She didn’t raise a thug.”

I held up my hands and shook my head. If that’s how guys think it’s no wonder I’m single.

Harley brought in the rest of the plates and cutlery. “You gonna ask her, Ben?”

“Ask me what?”

“Oh, yeah.” Ben loosed his smile again. “Don’t suppose you’d have room for a couple stragglers to stay for a night or two? Only you live pretty close to Casa Perkins.”

“All depends. You’re not planning on bringing anyone home with you?”

Ben curled his muscular arm around my shoulders. “What, like girls?”

“I was thinking angry cops. With their sirens calling out your name.”

“Well, I‘ll see what I can do. You do like a man in uniform, don’t you?”

I dug my fingers into his ribs. “Idiot. Let me show you the spare room.”

I threw some sheets on the two single beds while the boys brought in their bags.

Once they’d unpacked they made a quick exit to see Dr. Perkins. I got ready quickly and walked to the local bakery, the only job I could stand since my business went under. At least I’m still working with food, and sometimes I got the leftover pastries.

The boys were wrestling lightly outside my door when I arrived home.

“You two…cut that out.”

They separated and flashed twin smiles at me. Ben pointed to Harley.

“Hey, he started it.”

“But I’ll finish it.”

They trotted in behind me and helped me make a simple meal. Ben in particular showed great interest in preparing the food.

It was so nice to have company over dinner, especially when I didn‘t have to get gussied up before or give anyone head after. Harley still kept mostly to himself, seemed happy to let Ben, and a bottle of red wine, drive the conversation.

It was almost ten when I finally had to admit defeat. “Well, boys, I’m afraid not all of us are twenty-two years old. Some of us need our beauty sleep.”

“Aunt Nicole, you’re even more beautiful now than you were ten years ago. And that’s saying something.”

“Oh, Benny. You’re a terrible liar and I’ll give you ten bucks to say it again.”

They both laughed at my lame joke and I bid them good night.

I went out like a geriatric hip, but my sleep was very disturbed. Kurt was back, once again shirtless in a cloud of smoke, but it was different this time. It was the Kurt I fell in love with, the young version who was sweet and clumsy when it came to romance. I even began to wonder if it really was Kurt, or whether maybe it was…

Again, the dream was pulled from me, this time by a screaming need to pee.

Damn that red wine. Straight to my head, then straight to my bladder. I hadn’t even put any jammies on, I’d been so tipsy.

I ran naked to the bathroom as if my knees were glued together, burst straight through the door and scared the shit out of Harley, who was already in there.

Masturbating.

“Oh! Sorry, Harley. I kinda forgot I had you guys here.”

“Uh…”

“I’ll, um…leave you to it.”

My back teeth were swimming, so I used the laundry tub instead, then grabbed my robe from the wash pile and threw it on. After the surprise of seeing Harley’s penis I didn’t think I’d get back to sleep in a hurry, so I went to the kitchen and brewed up a jug of coffee.

Harley crept out of the bathroom, his face now as red as his impressive young cock had been.

“Hey, hon?” I called to him. “C’mere.”

He crept over and joined me, inspecting the floor closely.

“Look, ma’am, I’m sorry-”

“Forget it, Harley. Really. You’re a young man. You have all this…potency…to deal with.”

“I just…sometimes…”

“Hey, I get it. I just didn’t want it to fester, grow into some kinda big wall between us.” I jumped up onto the bench and sat there. “If it makes you feel any better, I’ve been going solo, too, for the last four months.”

“Uh…ma’am, your…um…”

He waved his hand aimlessly in my direction. I glanced down to see that one of my breasts had poked out of my robe.

“Oops. Sorry, Harley. You don’t wanna see an old lady’s boobies on an empty stomach.”

He squirmed, obviously uncomfortable, and I began to wonder. I mean, he had been jerking off. Was that because of me?

“Do you, Harley?”

“Uh…”

Fuck, I’m an idiot. How’s he supposed to answer that? “I’m sorry. I was joking.

It’s just, you’re with Ben so I kinda…treat you like family.”

“I’m not with-oh…I see.”

I let the moment pass. “Coffee?”

“Please, ma’am.”

We drank in silence for a moment, leaning towards each other, separated by the kitchen bench.

“How old are you, Harley?”

“Same as Ben. Twenty-two.”

“Really?”

“I’m…almost twenty-one.”

“You had much experience with girls?”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, I didn’t mean …uh, you’re real beautiful and all-”

“No, relax, Harley. It’s just I don’t know how many guys your age would tell a girl her breast was showing. They usually just soak it up until she realizes. Even old saggy ones.”

“Ma’am, if I may…you have beautiful ti- breasts.”

“That‘s ten bucks I owe you, now.”

He smiled shyly, then sipped his coffee for a moment in silence. Then he coughed and opened up.

“I’ve been with a couple girls. I’m no virgin.”

“And did you like it?”

“Yeah, I liked it.” He shrugged something invisible away. “They were just girls. I mean, like, they were pretty and nice. The first one, I knew her since I was six, and she was sweet. But she was so small and soft.”

“That’s kinda what most guys like.”

“They do?”

I reached over, put my hand on the back of his neck, like we were a conspiracy of two. “You don’t like to talk, do you, Harley?”

“I’m talking now.”

“I mean about stuff that matters. I’m guessing maybe you’ve read a lot, like the letters in men’s mags?”

“Yeah.”

“And articles about what women want and how to give it to them?”

“Uh-huh.”

“And you don’t quite get it?”

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He bit his lip, maybe so he wouldn’t answer.

I put my hand on his cheek, just lightly. “Y’know…you boys have a right to a satisfying sex life, too. That’s not just sticking it into whatever pussy’s available.”

I felt him jump a little when I said ‘pussy’, like he was shocked I’d use such a word. I leaned in a little closer and played my trump card.

“And it’s not always about pussy.”

His head jerked out of my hand and he stared straight into my eyes. “What?

How did you…?”

“I’ve seen the way you look at him.”

“Who?”

“It’s all right, Harley.”

He seemed to shrink a little, as if he was clenching up all over. “I…I didn’t mean to. It’s just…well, you’ve seen him.“

“Yes, honey. I have.”

“I meant what I said before. I like girls. But Ben’s just, like, somethin’ else. In the regular army they talk about ‘best of the best’. To me, that’s Ben.”

I sighed. “You have very good taste, honey.” I felt sure that most of the action in their unit revolved around Ben. He was future officer material, but more than that, he was the kind of guy everyone wanted to be, or be around.

“I’ve never shared a room just him and me before. I could barely sleep with him there. He’s why I was…y’know…before.”

My ego suddenly felt as saggy as my boobs.

We both looked to the hallway as we heard the toilet flush.

Harley jumped to his feet, scared that Ben might have heard us.

“I’m…uh…gonna get a shower in.”

As they passed in the hallway, Ben punched the smaller boy on the arm. “Hey, Softly.” He turned his attention to me and unsheathed his amazing smile again. “Hey, Nicole. Fuck, that still sounds weird to me.”

He was dressed in just a pair of jeans, the tautness of his upper body a testament to his discipline and training.

“That’s new.” I pointed to his chest, at the spot he’d rubbed at last night, a peace sign tattooed on his left pec. “You think it works, you being in the army and all?”

“Reserves. And I’m in supplies. Thinking about transferring to catering, though…in your honour.”

“Yeah? What’s your specialty dish?”

“Duck…and cover.”

“Idiot. Seriously, though…a tatt?”

He glanced down, trailed his fingers across it like it was a rabbit’s foot, or a crystal ball.

“I got it for mom.”

I smiled, though I almost felt like crying. Gina, Ben’s mom, had been like a sister to me, at least while I was part of the family. She never said as much, but I got a strong feeling that she didn’t like Kurt. She always was a smart woman.

I snapped out of my reverie when I realized Ben had asked me something.

“Huh?”

“I said who do I have to fuck to get a coffee around here?”

“You know where everything is, so I guess you can go fuck yourself.”

He made out he was going to give me a backhanded slap. “Why you…I oughta…”

I threw my hands up, arching my fingers like I’d just applied nail polish. “No, no, big boy…not the face!”

“Then where?”

I bit my lip and smiled in lieu of an answer. Every answer I had was just plain wrong.

Judging by the smile that adorned Ben’s face, he was thinking along the same lines. He made for the coffee-maker, with only a small detour to knock me backwards with his meaty shoulder.

“Hey, sorry, lady. Didn’t see you there.”

As he reached up for the coffee jar I slipped my fingers into his armpits from behind. He froze instantly.

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh, you know I would.”

“Uh…but I’ll drop the coffee.”

“Then put it down.”

He moved slowly, placing the jar on the bench top. I could see even from behind that he was smiling. Thinking I was in control, I relaxed too soon.

With his arms already down, he clenched his muscles, trapping my fingers. I tried to wriggle them, but he was far too strong. He pushed against the bench, his bulk forcing me back. Then, in what looked to me like one movement, he dropped into a 316

crouch to pull my hands loose, spun around and stood, swooping me up into his arms like I was a kitten, or a little girl. I think I even squealed.

Ben’s smile dimmed almost to nothing. His mouth was tight and hard, like the rest of his body, and his breath washed down over my lips. He looked angry, but I’d known him since before puberty hit, since before testosterone started telling him to hide this expression from the world.

Fear.

Before I even thought about it, I slipped my mouth onto his and savored the smoothness of his lips. His voice guttered like water in a frypan and he squeezed me so tightly I felt like I’d break.

His tongue found mine as my hand curled up into his hair, but I knew it had to stop. God, Harley had just bared his soul to me and suddenly it’s my lips locked with Ben’s? The man who used to be my nephew. What the hell is wrong with me?

I pulled away and shook my head. He loosed me from his grip and let me slide to the floor. We separated, stood tensely, breathing heavily, in opposite corners of the kitchen, like boxers between rounds.

I spoke first.

“Oh, god, I’m sorry, Ben. That was…” Heaven. That’s what that was. “That was so wrong of me, on so many levels.”

He just chuckled. “Y’know, I’ve dreamed about doing that since I was, I don’t know…12?”

“Well, it‘s done now, you don’t need to waste any more time on it.” I didn’t mean to sound snippy, but I had two layers of guilt riding my ass.

“You know…my dreams always went further than-”

“I think Harley’s out of the shower now. Why don’t you go…take care of yourself?”

“Maybe I will.” His smile tore a new hole in my belly. He held my gaze for a moment, then turned and stalked across the living room, unfastening his jeans as he went. I squeezed my thighs together as I watched his butt.

Harley emerged from the hallway, freshly washed and in a light robe, and Ben took the opportunity to punch him in the arm again.

“Hey, mofo.”

Harley took the punch and rolled his eyes. “Turd.” It was the first time I’d heard him answer Ben back.

I smiled even as I scolded them. “You two…cut that out.”

Harley looked over to me. “He started it.”

“But I’ll finish it.”

Ben sauntered behind the bathroom door, apparently not worried that he’d left it open. When he crossed to the shower his smooth butt shone out like two hard-boiled eggs. I noticed that Harley was watching as closely as I was.

When Ben slipped into the shower it was like a spell was broken, and Harley turned back to see me smiling at him.

“Oh, god, Harley. You have such good taste.”

He smiled to hide his embarrassment, and accepted my offer of orange juice. I’d just poured us each a glass when Ben called out.

“Shower’s free.”

I looked past Harley’s shoulder. Ben was standing in the doorway, the towel gathered around his clenched fist and hiding-only just-his penis.

“It’s all yours… Nicole.“ He smiled at me again, then gave me another flash of his fiercely tight butt as he walked up the hallway.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

“Uh, fine, Harley. Why?”

“You were kinda…moaning. Like maybe you forgot something.”

“Was I? Uh, yeah…I think I have an appointment this morning. Make yourself at home, Harley. What’s mine is yours.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As I scuttled into the bathroom I couldn’t shake Ben’s beauty from my mind. I closed the door and leaned on it, catching my reflection. My fingers traced my mouth as if soaking up the essence of Ben’s kiss. My kiss, really.

I shrugged out of my robe and checked myself out properly. Despite my own put-downs, I was pretty happy with my looks. I was more languid than vibrant these days…but I could still almost fit into my prom dress.

I crept into the shower as if it knew what I’d done, and I willed the water to take my embarrassment away with it. Oh, god…I kissed Ben! Little Benny.

Not so little any more…

I shut off the shower and immediately heard a ruckus in the boys’ room. It sounded serious, so I threw the towel around me and, still wet, scooted to their door.

Wearing only undies, they were on Harley’s bed, each with their arm around the other, apparently trying for a simultaneous headlock. I thought maybe Harley was 319

getting his wish, until Ben landed a solid punch in his friend’s belly. As they wrestled, their muscles rippled beneath their smooth skin and I had to fight the urge to keep quiet and just watch.

“Boys! Boys! Stop it!”

“Take it back, Harley!”

“Fuck you!”

I flew across the room, slipped my wet arm down between their bellies and pressed, trying to separate them. It was hard work to keep my towel around me as they rolled and bumped.

Finally, their blood cooled enough to call a silent truce.

“Now, Ben, you sit on your bed, Harley, you stay there.” They obeyed me like the part-time soldiers they were.

“What the hell was that about?”

Ben looked at the wall.

I turned to Harley. He looked down at his hands. “He started it!”

“Did not!”

“Well it must’ve been something damn important.” Man, it was hard to sound bossy dressed in only a towel.

Ben took a breath. He still didn’t look at me. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me. That’s, uh, an order.”

“Fine. You gonna tell her, Harl? Or will I?”

Harley shrugged theatrically, looking five years younger in one easy step. He flopped back onto the bed, and the swelling in his underwear suddenly became all I could see.

Ben finally spoke up. “Harley was, uh…saying stuff.”

I could see in Harley’s eyes the unspoken challenge to Ben’s authority. Shut the fuck up.

“What kind of stuff?”

“Please, Aunt Nicole.”

“Just Nicole.”

Ben finally looked at me, but then stood and punched the wall. I could see he still had the anger that had gotten him in trouble. He kept his back to me as he muttered. “Dirty stuff.”

“What, about li’l ol’ me?”

Harley said nothing, but his hang-dog expression blabbed.

“I’m interested now, Harley. Just what did you say?”

Harley licked his lips and studied the floor, mumbled like a teenager.

“Mmm…said I’d…like to…mmm you…like a…mmm-mmmer.”

“Pardon?”

“He said he wants to fuck you like a jackhammer!”

My best guess was that Harley was acting up to cover his feelings for Ben. As crude as the comment was, I wasn’t too upset. I’d heard worse.

I curled my hand up onto the hardness of Ben’s shoulder. “And why do you care what he said?”

Ben shot two, three hard breaths out of his nose. “It’s not fair! He’s only just met you!”

Ben was already wired up and about to explode. Harley, unfortunately, wasn’t wise enough to see it, or maybe just wanted to shift some of the blame.

“And it’s Ben who really wants to fuck you!”

Ben spun in an instant. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

He leapt across the room and started wailing on his friend. They rolled around in a wild two-man brawl, all arms, chests and testosterone. I knew if I let them go they’d end up smashing something, either a limb or a wall, so without thinking I latched onto them in the only safe way I could.

One hand on each of their cocks.

Both boys froze instantly. They looked at each other, then straight at me. I’d had to drop my towel to secure their packages, but for the moment it didn’t matter.

“Boys,” I murmured. “Please stop.”

“But he started it!”

I clenched my fists. “I don’t care. I’ll finish it.”

Oh, god, they looked so cute, sitting there next to each other, their ripped bodies almost completely naked. I felt my belly start to do tumble turns the way it used to when Kurt smiled at me.

There was silence for a moment, before Ben spoke up.

“Just how do you propose to finish it, Nicole?”

None of us spoke then. I couldn’t take my eyes away from my hands. I swore I could feel blood pulsing through both their cocks, but it might just have been the strength of my own heart pounding.

I shook my head and began mouthing off some excuse. The instant my fingers loosened, Ben’s hand flew down onto mine.

“No…please…”

“But I’m your aunt.”

“You’re the one said you weren’t any more. Anyhow, it’s not like we were blood.”

Then Harley spoke up. “For what it’s worth, Ma’am…I’ve was never your nephew.”

“Fuck, man! What did I just say before?”

“What? You think she’s yours, Ben?”

God. Young men and ownership. Not that it changes much as they age.

“Boys, boys…settle down.”

Harley punched Ben’s arm, the first time I’d seen him truly stand up for himself.

“But he started it!”

Ben drew his own arm back, so I placed a hand on each of their chests, my touch somehow calming them both. “And again…I’ll finish it. I know you’re young, but boys…I’m not a toy you can fight over.”

As much as I wanted to sound cool, I’d forgotten how exciting young men can be, how much heat they pack all over their bodies, just below the surface. Volatility and virility. My hands began to drift all over their chests and bellies. Soft skin over hard muscle. So much power, so little control.

My hands came to rest, each with a handful of cotton-clad masculinity, and my curiosity got the better of me. It’d been four months since I’d had any cock, and at least a lifetime since I’d had one this young.

I’d never had two at once.

I cranked up my smile as I glanced from Ben to Harley. “Besides, I’m way more than either of you… boys…can handle.”

Suddenly, Ben was smiling. “Is that so?” Question a man’s power and suddenly he grows three inches. It felt like about three, anyway.

They looked at each other, then both stood up, moving in harmony the way guys seem naturally to do whenever they’re hunting. No words, no signals, just action.

They pulled down their undies, Ben quickly and Harley a little more hesitantly, and I was left to stare in awe at just what I’d gotten myself into.

I turned from one to the other. Slight differences in bend and shape, but both so beautiful. They had cocks like sports cars, all sleek lines and smooth finishes.

Before I could rethink my confident stance, Ben drew me to my feet and swirled his hand into my hair, gripping me in a way that told me how little of his strength he was using. The smile still hadn’t left his face and I wanted nothing more than to wipe it away with my mouth.

He leaned in, his height and power bending me back, his physical dominance making me ache deep in my belly. I tasted his breath as I opened my mouth, ready to be kissed.

His lips brushed mine, but only in passing. He latched instead onto the side of my throat and sucked at my skin. He bent me right back until I hung like boiled pasta in his arms, and I hummed out a long note of desire.

My moan was quickly followed by a squeal of fright as Ben loosed me from his grip. Without me realizing it, Harley had moved in behind and he caught me before I hit the floor. He laid me gently down, and then his face appeared above mine, upside down, so close I could see the brave attempts at stubble that were creeping out on his chin. He lowered his mouth to mine with such tenderness it was almost like kissing a girl.

Ben, on the other hand, had swept straight down my body. I felt his hands on my knees and his breath twisting through my bush.

One thing I’ve noticed about older guys is how they kinda do foreplay to the foreplay. They’ve been fucking for ten, twenty years by the time I get them, and they’ve been educated. Tamed, even. They’ll take ten minutes before they even put their mouth on you. I like a sweet slow fuck as much as the next girl, but sometimes-Oh, Christ…

Ben’s tongue slipped straight into my pussy, just as Harley’s ventured into my mouth. I hauled in an enormous breath of surprised pleasure, stealing the air from Harley’s lungs. I threw one hand around his neck, speared the other into Ben’s short hair, and just pulled, drew them as close to me as I could.

If Ben had heard of the clitoris, it seemed he hadn’t stopped to wonder where it might be, but it didn‘t really matter. I was getting the best of both worlds anyway. His 325

rampant hunger was more way more exciting than studied accuracy, while Harley’s gentle suckling at my tongue made me feel warm all over.

I freed my mouth for a second. “Ohhh…where you boys been all my life?”

“Grade school,” Ben quipped before he sank his tongue straight back into me.

I pulled on Ben’s hair, drew him up and away from my pussy. He’d done just about all he could down there, anyway. Maybe I’ll draw him a map or something.

I pushed him back and he landed on his butt, his lovely cock daring me to touch it. I fell forward and curled my ass into the air, letting Harley know that if he wanted it, the front door was wide open.

I rolled my mouth around the shiny head of Ben’s cock, and he sucked in an enormous breath. He blew it out again, really slowly, as I slid his length deep inside me.

“Ohhh…Nicole…you always were my favourite aunt.”

I giggled as if their youth was contagious, and sighed as I felt Harley’s hands on my hips and his breath wash across my gaping pussy. Then I squealed as his tongue pressed straight up against my asshole and began squirming. I tried to spread myself wider as the young man worked some kind of magic on me.

I licked Ben’s shaft like it was covered in salt. I sucked the head like it was a piece of lime. All I needed now was a tequila in the middle, though it couldn’t be better than the licker I already had.

Harley’s tongue circled my ass once more, and then the wet heat of it began to slide up my spine. The hard ripples of his body felt like a massage as he swept over me, finishing with his cock digging at my thigh and his mouth resting at my ear.

Ben was arching with pleasure, his face hidden from us. With my lips still around his cock I looked at Harley, who was desperate with hope. I slipped off the fat end of Ben and hummed to him.

“Ben, I think Harley has something he needs to tell you.”

“Huh? Ohhh…fuuuuck…”

“Hmm…guess he can’t talk right now.”

“Oh, fuck! Oh, Nicole…that’s…that’s…”

“That’s not me.”

Ben’s eyes shot open and he stared down. He froze with shock when he saw Harley’s mouth around him. “Huh? No…what are you…oh, fuuuuuck…”

I wriggled out from under Harley’s weight and watched the action for a moment.

I never realized that two guys together could be so hot.

When Harley spoke it was more of a plea, separated by heavy breaths and deep hums.

“God, Ben…I’ve wanted to do this…almost since…I first met you.”

Harley looked like he’d finally come home. Ben looked like he was trying hard to hate what was happening, but it wasn’t working. His wide-open eyes shot from Harley’s face to mine, maybe searching for condemnation that he’d never find.

Then Ben brought his arm up, his hand half-curled like he thought he should be punching. I tensed, but there was no need. He slowly reached down, placed his hand on Harley’s head and started grunting.

“Shit, man…that’s so…ohhh…”

Harley’s moans of desire were muffled by cock, but it was the juicy slurping sounds that were doing it for me. I plunged a couple fingers into my cunt and began driving myself home.

Ben was shaking his head and muttering. “I’ve never…man, I didn’t know…”

I felt my climax calling when I suddenly stopped. In a room made cozy by young stallions I was still riding the digital pony? It was about fucking time I had me some cock.

I rested my hand on Harley’s shoulder, tried to get his attention. No dice. I tried tapping him. Nada. I grabbed his hair and squeezed, pulling him until he finally let his prize slip from his mouth.

“May I?” I asked him sweetly as he puffed in pain.

“Holy crap,” Ben whispered. “That was…awesome, Harley…”

I hated to interrupt, but I needed a man inside me. I clambered over Ben, my hips straddling his. I was plenty warm, and about half-past ready, so I slotted the fat head of him into place and sank like a weighted sack.

The world froze for a moment. I thudded onto his hard hips and felt every part of me stiffen.

I held Ben still inside me while I melted around him. Then I leaned forward and started pumping my hips. I still wasn’t quite ready for him, and it kinda burned inside like paprika.

I glanced around to find Harley, surprised that he’d gone to sit on his bed. He was hunched over like he was trying to disappear.

“Oh, honey…we’re being rude again.” I held out my hand and he came and stood beside us.

Harley’s cock was smooth and hot, and it slipped easily into my mouth. Just like when he kissed me, he was gentle, almost fearful. Maybe he thought I was as fragile as the other girls he’d been with. I slid him all the way to the back of my throat, just to show him how we senior citizens do it.

I curled a hand around the root of Harley’s shaft and rested the other on Ben’s strong chest. I ground my hips against Ben’s and rode the stinging waves of pleasure that he brought me. His bones seemed to know where my clit was, which suited me fine.

I began to take long, slow pulls on Harley’s rod, then punctuating it with dirty talk.

“So Harley, what was it like to finally taste Ben’s cock?”

“Ohhh…”

“Hey Ben…how’d it feel to have a man suck you off?”

“Ahhh…”

“And Harley… stop using me as a mouthpiece.”

“Huh? But…you called me over…you started sucking-”

“That’s not what I mean.” God, it was hard to carry on a conversation with Ben driving deep inside me. “Okay. Here’s what we’ll do.”

I slipped regretfully off Ben’s cock and rolled over onto my back. I pulled out my voice of authority from back when I was running our kitchen. “Harley, front and centre.”

The young man knelt between my spread thighs, started nudging forward.

“Uh-uh. Growing boy like you needs to eat more. Head down and tail up, boy.”

Finally the lights seemed to go on in his head. “Oh. Right…”

Harley dropped his sweet mouth straight down onto my pussy, still slick with juice from the ramming Ben had given me. All those articles he’d read seemed to have done him some good, though. In seconds he had my clit squeezed between his teeth.

Ben laid back and lightly stroked himself as he watched Harley work me. I pointed to him.

“You there, soldier. Fall in behind!”

“There’s no room, you’re almost against the wall.”

“Not me.” I nodded at Harley.

“Huh? Oh…but, I’ve never…I mean, Harley won’t…uh…”

I tapped Harley’s shoulder. “Come on, honey. You say nothing and you’ll always regret it.”

Resting his head on the cushion of my bush, Harley muttered something neither Ben nor I could hear.

“What’s that, Softly?”

A deep breath in, a long breath out. “Ben…I want you to fuck me.”

“Uh…I don’t know. That’s a whole lot different. I mean, before, I was just…laying there…”

“Please, man? I just wanna know what it’s like. Just once, once, I wanna make you feel good, and to feel that close to you. Man, I got no-one else.”

Slowly, Ben’s doubt seemed to evaporate. He crawled over until he was kneeling behind Harley’s upturned hips. He grabbed his cock, still slick with my juice and nudged it into the mouth of Harley’s ass, pressing forward slowly.

Harley let loose a sigh rich with age straight into my gaping gash. He quickly followed it with his tongue, and I felt a new buzz roll through me. I got to watch and participate at the same time.

I almost came as I watched Ben’s power in action. He gripped Harley’s hips so tightly I thought he might break bone, and he began to pump harder and harder. The power of his wide shoulders, the rippled wall of his abs, the tight diagonal lines that led from his hips to his groin-from where I was laying that was all I could see, but it was plenty good.

Harley had a mouthful of pussy and a face full of ecstasy. He grimaced with every powerful thrust of Ben’s hips, the pumping action knocking grunt after grunt straight out of his lungs and into my crotch. I felt a climax swelling inside me, and it grew as I pictured myself in Harley’s place, with a strong young man’s hips thudding wetly into mine.

Ben’s strength pushed Harley further up my belly, so I curled my fingers down to take the place of his tongue. As I rolled myself into what could best be described as a neat orgasm Ben groaned, and began to sob with pleasure. He pulled out and wrapped his hand around his cock, pumped himself as his fluid shot out all over Harley’s back, even down onto my belly. He leaned heavily on his friend’s hips, and then rolled down onto the floor.

“Fuck.”

I tried to look happy. I’d come, after all, but in the end I’d had to finish myself.

Again. Two hot, young men and me still high and dry. Well, not dry, but still…

My disappointment must have radiated off me like heat. Harley looked up at me.

“Ma’am?”

“Please, Harley. Call me Nicole.”

“Was that, uh…good for you?” Whichever way Harley decided to go, I could tell he’d make some man or woman-or both-really happy.

“It was…nice.”

Slowly he began to slide his body up between my spread thighs.

“Ma’am…Nicole…if I may say, you deserve a helluva lot better than just ‘nice’.”

His cock bumped against the wall of fingers at the mouth of my pussy.

“If I may…?”

I slid my fingers away and smiled at him. “You’re beautiful, Harley.”

“Fuck…I wanted to-”

I turned quickly to Ben, eager to calm him. “Oh, Benny. You’ll have plenty of other chances. If you want them.”

“Really? You…uh…you liked it?”

“Loved it.”

He actually blushed as he smiled. “Well, I don’t know if I wanna watch this.

Think I’ll get a shower.”

He headed out and I swore I felt Harley relax on top of me.

“You know, Harley, you don’t have to do this. Ben’s gone, you don’t need to impress him.”

“I’m doin’ this for you, Nicole. And for me.”

He nudged forward, like he still thought he could somehow hurt me. He rocked slowly and persistently, gliding in and back, and it was nice…really nice. No roughness, no domination…just slow and sensual. Which was a little too much like being with a man my own age.

I rolled him over and took control. He held my hips as I ground into him. With no belly fat he was all hardness, inside me and against me, and his strength gave me a solid platform.

Then, from nowhere, I felt Ben’s breath on my neck.

“Thought you were having a shower.”

“I didn‘t want to miss the big moment.”

His big hands curled around and cupped my boobs, then swooped down to rub at my bush.

“There!” I yelled. “You found it!”

Seemingly too scared to move, Ben pressed his finger in against my clit and in seconds I was gone, washed away on a tide of pleasure. Waves of heat gushed from Harley’s cock deep inside me, and we each called out to the universe in the ancient wordless language of lust.

I fell onto Harley’s chest, sliding across the sheen of our mingled sweat. Ben’s hands stroked all over my back and ass, and I didn’t think I ever wanted to move.

I almost fell asleep there when Harley began to wriggle beneath me.

“Ma’am…Nicole…I’ve lost my circulation.”

“Aww…I’ll buy you a new one. Just let me lay here.”

Ben swooped his hands under my arms and lifted me like I was a grocery bag.

“You heard the man. Let’s go.”

I hung limply, tried to think heavy, but it was no good. Ben was too strong. He dumped me lightly on his bed and sat beside me. Harley looked across at us and nodded.

“Y’know, you two look pretty good together.”

Ben smiled and kissed my cheek. “I always knew Uncle Kurt was wrong for you.

You deserve so much better, Aunt Nicole.”

I play-slapped his cheek. “I just had me a whole hunk of better. And if you can’t call me just Nicole by now…”

“Sorry. It’s just, y’know, ten years takes a while to undo.” He looked across to Harley. “Uh, but what about us, man?”

Harley frowned lightly. “I dunno. I meant it, you two look nice together. Happy.

And it felt real good to have you inside me, but…I know that’s not you, that whole scene…hell, I don’t even know if it’s me.”

Ben was visibly relieved. “You’re right, I never woulda done it if it wasn’t you, buddy. Not really my thing, but I guess at least I know that for sure now.”

I went and knelt next to Harley, pushed his hair back from his forehead like I was checking for a fever. “You gonna be okay, honey?”

He nodded and gave me a warm smile. “I think maybe you answered some of my questions, and made me realize I got so many more to ask.”

“Y’know, honey, I’m 36 and I‘m still asking. That’s never gonna stop. Every day of your life is like a room with a hundred doors, and every door leads to another room 334

just like it. You can open every door but you can only pass through one. And you can’t go back.”

He swallowed before he could speak. “I’ve just spent so much time thinking something was busted inside me. My folks, my friends, no-one got me. But you guys…you both just take me for who I am.”

I placed my hand on his chest, right over his heart. “You’re a sweet and beautiful young man, Harley, and pretty soon someone special is gonna realize that. But honey… you gotta realize it first.”

As he blinked away tears he looked younger than ever. I scooped him into a hug that was almost maternal. He swayed against me for a minute or two and then sat back, and I ruffled his hair.

“Oh, and don’t be afraid to get a bit nasty, sometimes. We girls may be small and soft, but we bounce.”

Ben wrapped his body around mine. “And in all the right places, too.”

I turned my head to kiss his shoulder. “Baby, you’re wonderful. Any time you’re in this part of town, come and…see me.”

“I’m thinking maybe I’ll move to this part of town.”

“I know someone who’s struggling to pay her rent.”

He smiled and scooped me into a long and sensual kiss.

“Eww…gross! Get a room, you two!”

We separated with a chuckle, and I winked at Harley. “Hey… he started it!”