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And with that, Karl dropped to his knees beside me, my ass still impaled on the Sybian and shifted me backwards gently so that my pussy was open, exposed for him. The little kitty was a deep pink and pulsing still, glossy and open, dripping with cream. And Karl chuckled.
“A little more honey never hurt, right?” he asked while smoothing his cum onto my pussy, massaging the sperm into my folds, around my clit, teasing the nub, and then up into my vaginal chamber, his fingers exploring, questing, pushing the sweet nectar deep inside.
And I realized then that they were marking me, branding me as theirs. Because there would never be a “boss” per se in this relationship. My efforts to assert myself, to assume the position as an alpha female were valuable yes, but it was merely me coming to full measure within the relationship, a whole woman, with a bounty to share, a beautiful body, and an intelligent, sensitive mind. But as Kristian, Karl and Kato’s “boss”? Probably not because the relationship between us was subtle, deeper, and more profound than what could be captured by that one word. Instead, we were four willing, fertile, virile and totally on-board adults with the world at our fingertips … and this was a new beginning.
EPILOGUE
KRISTIAN
Two years later.
I looked around the Cambodian forest. It was leafy here, a jungle with immense trees, hanging vines, and all sorts of unidentifiable plants. But we’ve done well in establishing a home base, building ourselves a house and home with precision, love and care. The mansion was magnificent, a white French colonial, three stories, with grey shutters and trim, surrounded by an expanse of lawn, a pool in the back. Perfect for our growing family.
Because at that very moment, a peal of laughter ran through the air, the joy of a little girl.
“Higher Daddy Karl, higher Daddy Kato!” commanded Carlie as she flew through the air on her swing.
“Me too!” shrieked Corie, pigtails bouncing as she swung beside her sister. “Me too!”
My brothers merely chuckled, pushing the children harder, faster, higher, reaching for the sky. But their actions were moderated by a melodic lilt that rang out across the lawn.
“Boys!” called Tina, stepping from the front door. “Watch out, don’t go too high because Corinna and Carlton are still young.” On cue, the beautiful brunette put a hand on her hip, smiling serenely as she took in the bucolic scene.
Because we’re a family now, our three girls, my brothers and I. It was a little difficult at first, to say the least. After giving Tina the promise ring, we made a real effort to mend fences, to figure out what we wanted going forwards and how to go about getting it. And first was figuring out where we’d live. I guess my brothers and I figured we’d end up back in St. Venetia as a default because it was where we met after all, and where we had the most memories.
But Tina shook her head slowly.
“I can’t, not right now,” she said somberly. “You know I just founded my non-profit here, Khmer Outreach, and I can’t leave right now. I have too many clients, too many people counting on me, and their livelihoods depend on the loans they get from my company. I’m so sorry, but it’s not feasible.”
Our initial reaction was to protest, to insist that the babies be born in Europe, or even in Kansas even if it came to that. But we’re better men than that now and held our tongues, considering, contemplating what our girl really wanted and needed.
“How about Anadang then?” I said slowly. I was referring to an upscale neighborhood of Siem Reap where a lot of expats lived, with excellent medical care and plenty of people who spoke English. “Would you consider moving there? We could have the babies at the International Hospital. I know a doctor there, a buddy of mine from college. You’d still be able to work, see clients, and we could find a house to live in, big enough for all of us.”
Tina smiled at me then.
“Yes, that’s a possibility,” she murmured. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand, and that you’d insist we move back to St. Venetia. But after everything? I’m not so sure that’s the best idea. So for now, let’s stay here, in this beautiful country.”
So we settled in Cambodia at least until the girls were born. Soon enough, Corie and Carlie joined us with loud squalls, their faces red while crying uncontrollably.
“They’re beautiful,” ground out Kato, his face suffused with emotion as he held a newborn in his arms.
“Absolutely gorgeous, just like their mother,” agreed Karl, looking at Tina and his new daughters with absolute adoration, a man with his heart on his sleeve.
And me? I wasn’t much better. I could feel a lump in my throat, my chest tight, as I took Tina’s hand. But the brunette spoke first.
“The three of you look terrible,” she teased, looking at us from her hospital bed. “It’s almost as if you just gave birth and not me,” she murmured because the three of us were crying now with tears running down our cheeks at the magnificent gift we’d just been given.
But we had a present for her too, to show how much we loved her, and how much we owed her.
“Honey,” I said slowly, reaching into my pocket. “Take this as another promise of sorts. The first ring we gave you marked the beginning of our commitment and as we move down this path, we want to commemorate each step with something special. Karl, Kato and I,” I said through the lump, making it difficult to speak, “thought you might appreciate this token.”
I flicked open the velvet case to a stunning diamond inside. It was a huge sparkler set on a narrow band, flashing with fire and light, vivid in its intensity.
Tina’s face was a mix of shock and pure delight.
“Is it…?” she breathed, not even daring to touch it.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “It’s a traditional engagement ring, a five carat solitaire. We’re hoping you’ll consider our marriage proposal once again, and take this as a symbol of how much we love and adore you.”
