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Page 42 of Privilege

One Year Later

Cara

I smile at the sight of Dane and my dad.

When the semester ended, we spent a few days at my mom’s. Dane had charted a course up the coast so we could spend the summer in Alaska with dad, and we wanted a good visit before taking off.

We’ve stayed with her a lot throughout the school year, spent all our holidays cramped into her tiny house, the three of us overflowing everywhere and my mom overflowing with joy.

The boys are half in love with her; after supper, they scramble like puppies over who gets to do the dishes in her tiny galley kitchen so she doesn’t have to clean up.

In the evenings, she’s been teaching us to play Euchre.

Rich picked it up alarmingly fast, and the two of them are an unbeatable team; Dane and I haven’t won a single game against them all year.

“I’ve gotten so used to the three of you,” mom said. “It’s going to be a very quiet summer around here.” She sniffed, and then grabbed both boys around the waists and pulled them into a tearful hug.

I didn’t say anything, but I was pretty sure both of them were tearing up a bit, too.

As sad as we were to leave my mom for the summer after such a magical year, I couldn’t wait to see my dad, and I couldn’t wait to get out on the open water.

God, I love sailing.

We’d spent a lot of time on the yacht. Rich had been booted from his family’s apartment, and there wasn’t enough room at my place for the three of us. Dane offered many times to buy us an apartment or a house, but the boat had started to feel like home and nobody felt any kind of urgency about it.

I have to admit, the absence of stress around tuition and bills freed up more emotional energy than I’d even been aware of.

I still work a few nights a week at the campus pub, but I do it because I enjoy it, and I never let it interfere with study time; no more three a.m. cram sessions, unless it’s cramming cocks inside me.

I am adjusting to the size of Dane’s bank account the same way my pussy is adjusting to taking both of them at once. It still takes me time to recover, when they stretch me open together.

One Sunday morning, I woke up tangled up in the sheets with someone’s hand between my legs.

“I can’t,” I groaned without moving. I’d ridden them both hard and rough all goddamn night, and my body ached.

“You can,” Rich whispered in my ear, pressing his front to my back and his raging hard cock against my ass.

I shoved my face into the pillow, everything sore. “No,” I mumbled into the pillowcase.

“Okay baby,” came Dane’s voice. It was husky, the way it always was first thing in the morning. “We’ll let your pussy rest.”

I peeked at them from beneath my hands. Rich was in the middle, and Dane had pushed himself against Rich’s back and was sucking on the column of his muscular throat.

A tube of lube materialized, and shortly after I watched Rich’s mouth fall open at the same time as his cock rubbed against my ass.

A long, low groan of male pleasure leaked out of both of them, and my thighs clenched at the sound.

Dane started to thrust, lazy and slow, filling Rich from behind while Rich’s cock prodded at me.

I shifted my hips and heard the sound of the lube bottle popping open again.

“Your pussy can rest,” Rich murmured in my ear. “There are other places I can stretch.”

His slick finger slipped between my ass cheeks and teased my hole, while Dane murmured to both of us about how good it felt to be inside his brother and how he wanted us to come together.

Rich’s lubed up cock slipped inside my ass and the sound that he made almost made me come. My pussy clenched hard, not used to being empty. I was drenched, an instant fountain every time they touched each other, and gasped as he started to move.

The three of us on our sides, naked and full, moved like we’d been made for each other. It was the longest orgasm any of us had ever had.

The bark of my dad’s laughter drags me from my reverie. His head is thrown back, mouth wide and long grey beard swaying as he bellows so hard his eyes tear up. Dane is quite pleased with himself, almost flushed, and it warms me to my core.

Strong, firm hands grip my shoulders, and I close my eyes.

“You okay baby?” Rich asks.

I smile. “I’ve never been better.”

He gives me a squeeze. “Your mom says hi. I was going to bring the phone out but she said she was just checking in on us and to enjoy dinner and call her tomorrow.”

She phones every few days and always wants to speak to all of us. Lately, she’s even spoken to my dad a few times.

Rich wanders over to Dane who is gesturing wildly at my dad, clearly in the thralls of a story, while holding very long barbecue tongs. Rich catches his wrist so he doesn’t get poked, and casually drops a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ll take over,” Rich says, prying the tongs from Dane’s hand.

“Long as I don’t have to do it,” my dad says.

He shoots me a crinkly-eyed smile while they argue over the best way to sear pork tenderloin.

The boys had been nervous at first, worried that my truck-driving biker-looking dad would beat them to shit for tag-teaming me.

Or have an issue with their relationship.

But I never worried. My dad treats them like the sons he never had. I won the family lottery.

Dane shoots me a look, always checking on me, always watching to make sure I’m okay, and I nod at him.

I have everything I’ve ever wanted.

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