Between Brothers

Welcome Back

Tara

It’s almost terrifying to know that those two were in the same room, the sweat of denial running down my back gives me a cold shiver. I never realized how much I missed them both until I saw them in my hospital room, Chris just as moody as ever and Julian quiet and calculating. The only one missing was Daniel but I’m pretty sure I know why. 

The last time I woke up in the hospital and he was nowhere to be found, he hurt me. Hurt me to the point I was to go through physical therapy for my arm, luckily I was able to get it back to normal within a few short weeks. This time, I don’t feel so lucky. He’s not there, I only know because I’ve heard those two talking over the past few days. I wonder where he is? What they did to him? All questions that play on repeat in my head. 

As the nurse carts me back to my room, I hear chatter from the room and an angry Chris storming out in the opposite direction. She puts me back where I started and I’m joined by a new set of eyes. The bluest of blue, staring at me. The sadness in them is not lost. My Daniel is here, am I hurt by his actions? Yes, but I had it coming. I cheated with my one weakness, I’ve always carried an invisible torch for Chris and I won’t stop. No, I’m not saying he should’ve beat the s**t out of me, No I’m not advocating for my abuser but I’m saying if you don’t do s**t to people, hurt people you won't find yourself on the tail end of fist and mouth. Just saying.

My hero, Julian, sits in his seat never moving. He’s been there day and night for the past week, or at least that’s what Nurse Kelly says. She seems to like him, speaks highly of him but Chris, you can almost taste the thickness of disdain she has for him. He’s not for everyone, that’s for sure but he’s mine no less.

“Boys, what’ve you done to Christopher?” I ask, spreading out the blanket across my thighs. Julian stands to fix my pillows, the smell of cologne and cigarettes wafts off him and sends me to a place of nostalgia. He lightly kisses my forehead before taking his seat by my side again. Daniel sits with his head in his hands almost, watching this all unfold. Like the storm he is, Christopher enters the room with anger rolling off him in waves. They never answered my question but I guess it doesn’t matter now, I’m surrounded by the only men that have ruined me for anyone else, ruined me for normalcy. There’s nothing normal about being in love with three men, who are different and the same at the same time. With all eyes on me, I think it’s time to address the elephant in the room.

“Christopher, Daniel, Julian… we need to talk” I say, hoping this will go easier than expected. It’s as if I challenge myself to pretend I don’t know them at all. “We need to discuss this, ummm ‘situation’ we have here. I can’t be in a relationship with each of you at the same time, that would be weird. How would we explain it to people?” I shake the idea out of my head, I’ve read stories like this from Jane Knight and CM Stunich. But I am a normal woman, I cannot very well entertain three men.

“You could just marry me and leave these two alone” Christopher says, the seriousness in his voice. He would rather watch the world burn at his feet than share me.

“Sadly, dear I love them both. So that’s not going to be an option. Anyone else have a ridiculous idea they’d like to talk about?” 

“We’re due to be married in two weeks, we go through with that and I’ll have to learn to accept your relationship with Chris and Julian” Daniel says, I know how hard that was for him to say. 

“Or we could let her choose what she wants to do, we’re all trying to make decisions for her like she’s a fuckin’ toy. She’s human, she has feelings, let her decide” Julian says, he’s the only one not upset or hyped up. Just going with the flow I guess.

“I think… I will be getting married, it’s been planned already. But to which of you buffoons I’m not quite sure. I’d like to have my Kate and Edith too.” I say, the smiles that break out on these men are sinister. I’ve never seen a sexier sight than the Blane brothers and Julian Mendoza smiling as if they just got caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“So what you’re saying is you wouldn’t mind sleeping with each of us? Is this like one big foursome? Are we in a poly relationship or is this the beginning of a harem Miss Lewis?” Christopher says, still smiling like he just got the best news all year. 

“Hmm, I didn’t get a chance to think about it. I do know that I want each and every one of you, but there’s a certain finesse to situations like this we’d have to find. And don’t think I’m only saying this s**t because I’m in the hospital… It’s haunted me for years.” It’s the sad but honest truth, after an encounter with each I always wondered how the others would feel. How would they take being with me all while I’m with each of them? Then the dirty thoughts of being ravaged by each of them at the same time, one by one, all the time. Worshipped in a way that leads to an overdose of ecstasy and orgasms, oh the orgasms. I’d have the best of all worlds. The rough and rugged aggression of Christopher, The gentle but dangerous touch of Julian and the dominance and sinister world of Daniel. Yes, I like this plan. 

“I am willing to try anything you want, as long as I’m with you.” Daniel says, leaning back in his seat. I see the darkness behind those crystal blues, he’s saying one thing but I know the moment we get into bed I will pay through s*x. And that thought makes me squeeze my thighs together, trying to change my thoughts to something less dirty.

“I f****d up years ago, your smart mouth has haunted me. I’ve tried to f**k you out of my system but there isn’t a soul that can replace your scent, touch, warmth. So here I am graveling at your feet, hoping to spend a moment with you.” Julian whispers, he’s always been sweet. It counteracts his persona, because he’s known for being grim. Most of his victims end up in the hospital, begging for their lives to be spared only to die a few days later slowly and painfully. I know of his morbid past from the stories spoken around the fire pit, almost in whispers because they’re afraid of him showing up.

“Then it’s settled, you’re all my boyfriend” I say cheesing. This is going to be fun.

They all look at one another and laugh, as if they knew this would one day be the end result. However it’s not as easy as I'd hoped, I have a wedding in two weeks and one of them will be saying I do. 

***

It’s the next day and I’ve been allowed to leave this place, at least I can lay in my own bed or at least I thought. Julian did the honors of taking me home, making sure I was in the apartment and all comfy in bed before heading to work. A quick peck on the cheek and a reminder to not get out of the bed is all he left me with, so bossy.

I spend the better half of the day watching Netflix and chilling on my own, trying to follow Dr. Julians’ instructions and stay in bed but hunger pangs start and I suddenly have an urge to order pizza. I text the only man I know who can get it to me in five minutes flat, Christopher.

Me: ’Christopher, I want pizza.’ I send, knowing he’ll probably say something assholey.

Christopher: ’Then order pizza.’ I f*****g knew he’d say that. 

Me: ‘Julian said I can’t get out of the bed unless someone is here to help me, I’ve been here all day.’

Christopher: ‘Well he’s kind of right. What kind did you want?’ he replies, bingo! I win.

Me: ‘Cheese please’ 

He doesn’t reply, though the three little dots did pop up but disappeared after a few minutes. An hour goes by and I still have no pizza, starvation is not one of my kinks. Deciding to ignore Julains’ rules I change into a nighty and go to the kitchen, finding nothing in the fridge. There’s an apple on the top shelf so I guess this will have to do, as if he knew Julian walks through the door with food in hand.

“I thought I told you to stay in bed” He says, eyes trained on me. I can feel the heat pouring off him, I just wish it wasn’t so intense.

“I would’ve listened if I weren’t so damn hungry” I say, biting the apple. I watch him cross the room and set the food on the counter, removing his jacket and badge. I hop onto the bar behind me and watch him closely, it’s been years since Julian has touched me and I can only start to wonder if he still feels the same.

“You need to do as you're told, misbehaving will land you into a world of pain” He said as he began to distribute chinese food on to the counter. He even brought me chopsticks, he remembered.

“And who’s gonna spank me if I’m a bad girl?” I say, smirking at him as I take another bite from the apple. The crunch echoing through the room, giving a foreboding aura through the room. The way he’s staring at me, I can feel a chill running down my spine, almost like someone is dripping ice down my shirt. 

He slowly steps around the counter, placing himself tightly between my spread thighs. His hard c**k pressing against the material of his pants, I can feel him pushing against my panties when he moves. A moan escapes me and lands on wanting ears, he smiles at me as if he just won the lottery. 

“I Am.” He replies, biting the other side of the apple. His hands grip my thighs, surely leaving a bruise. The way his thick hands pull and tug at my skin, not hurting but leaving a tinge of pain in its wake. His lips crash into mine, slipping his tongue between my parted lips and pressing me into the microwave. 

“Jesus, Julian maybe we should head to a room”

“No, you’re in the perfect position for what I have planned.”

“But what about food? I’m hungry”

“Give me a few minutes and I’ll fill you up” Why do I get the notion he’s not talking about food.

His lips back on me in a feverish, it’s as if he’s looking for air and I’ve hidden it in my lungs. I wrap my arms around his neck as I feel his fingers rub lightly against my panties, rubbing against the moist slit. I hadn’t realized I was panting and trying to breath until he slid into me. The only man I know that can rip me open and make me beg for more, yes I f****d Christopher and he’s a sadistic monster on his own and Daniel too but Julian. Julian is like a sour patch kid, first he’s sour and rough and then he’s sweet and mellow. 

Ever want to know how unsatisfied you are in s*x, get yourself a Julian. The way he takes his time, making sure each and every stroke is drawn out and agonizing. Slowly rubbing my c**t with his fingers and intensifying the whole ordeal. I’m grinding down onto him, begging for more. 

“My greedy little Tara, I’ve missed being inside of you” He groans into my ear, slowly himself to almost a stop motion. I whimper, becoming agitated that he won’t let me finish. He slips from my walls and suddenly my eyes are wide open, what the fuck

I look over his shoulder and there stands Christopher and Daniel, watching us like we’re zoo animals on display.

“I know I said I’d try to be cool about this, but not in the f*****g kitchen.” Daniel said, waving his hands in the air and walking out of the room. 

Christopher is watching the room, letting everyone fall into place. I slip off the counter and he motions for me to join him, crooked finger designating nothing but danger. He sits on the couch and tells me to bend over the arm, hesitant at first I follow his instruction. 

I feel like a teenager again, being told how to make him come. 

His heavy hand sits on my back, pushing my head further into his lap. I unzip his trousers and fish out his already hard c**k, this man is always ready for an attack. Slipping the bulbous head of his meaty c**k into my mouth, I suck like it’s a delicate lollipop being thorough to taste the underside of his c**k. I become too distracted with his groans, enjoying the slight jerks of his hips. I almost forgot there’s still a hungry Julian in the room, that was until he pushed back inside me with a hard slap on my ass. 

This is beyond a turn on. 

This is euphoric. 

Both of these men, Gods in their own right. Bringing me the ultimate pleasure while I learn to pleasure them, we are the perfect triangle. 

The faster I suck on Christopher, the tighter his grip on my hair gets. Forcing me to take more of him into my mouth, choking me and causing burned eyes. Julian rips me open in the most delicious way, rubbing my c**t slowly making the building of my orgasm almost painful. They both are insync with each other, pushing and pulling me in different directions, my orgasm cup is about to pour over when they both pull away. Forcing me down onto my knees and standing over me, demanding my eyes trained on them. 

“Rub your c**t Tara, c*m for us” Christopher demands, as he strokes his glistening c**k over my face and chest. Julian is doing the same. My fingers find my c**t, swollen and sore and begging for release. My fingers are frenzied, rubbing faster and faster trying to find the release I desperately need. 

And then it happens. 

Spots form in front of my eyes. A sensation like being on a freefall starts to rack through my body and I can’t breathe. Forcing my eyes open, so I can watch them. I see Julian stroking faster, grunting as his release comes quickly. Spilling his hot seed onto my face and chest, painting me white with his ink. Christopher watching us, cums harder than us. Hands stroking furiously down his c**k, he cums with a loud groan. c*m splattering my hair and face, this is like a scene in a porno. Cute girl covered completely in c*m, yum.

They both fix their clothes and sit on the couch, I stand to go clean myself up. Grabbing the rag off the sink and wiping my face, I’ve never been so… so over used in my life. 

“So, I guess this means you’re ours little Tara” Julian calls out.

“I’m not little anymore” I say back.

“Trust us, we’ve noticed,” Christopher says. He walks over to the counter, plucking egg rolls out of the bag and biting one. I hear a bang in the bedroom and I go to check on Daniel. 

I walk into the room and I find him lying on the bed, stroking himself. Trying to make himself c*m without joining the party, I lie next to him on the bed.

“Why don’t you join the party?” I ask, as he’s still trying to focus.

“Either help me or go away” He grumbles, words slipping through gritted teeth.

“Sure you want my help? I did just f**k your brother” He let’s out a frustrated sigh and starts to throw a tantrum on the bed. Poor Daniel, he’s too worried about the other d***s going in me instead of worrying about his own.

“I’m getting in the shower, you’re welcome to join me.” I say, leaving him alone. Starting the hot water I hear the door open and close. He’s standing there, a frustrated look plastered to his face. I remove my clothes and climb into the shower, motioning for him to join me. He quickly discards his clothes and climbs in, his lips pressed onto my neck sinking his teeth in as if his name is dracula. 

I grab the soap and lather him up, slowly slipping my hand around his c**k and stroking. The groan he gives as approval is all I need to keep going as his hips buck into my hand.

“Oh Mr. Blane, you’re way too hard”

“f**k… I’ve missed you”

“Are you saying I’m better than your secretary?” I whisper in his ear, speeding up on my strokes.

“God yes, you’re the only one that gets me this way”

And right on target, c*m spurts everywhere and he’s panting in my ear. 

I guess, you can say I got my boys back in the most interesting way.