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I smack him. “This is your home, always will be,” I assert.
“Thanks.” He claps me on the back. “And thank you for all you've done for me.”
“You're my brother. I'd do anything to help you out of a jam.” I notice him tighten his jaw but it's not his fault. I wonder how long the she-devil would have continued if we hadn't intervened.
“Thank you.” A smile spreads across his face. “How'd you get her to agree to your lifestyle?”
“Agree?” I chuckle lightly. “It's just who we are.”
Dean's gaze settles on Miriana, who is laughing and joking with her friends. “You're a lucky bastard,” he remarks. “She's one hell of a woman.”
I give Miriana a glance, taking in the sight of her looking relaxed, content, and completely at peace with herself. She's a real gem, and it makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world. “Next time, join in. Watching's fun, but playing's even better,” I tell Dean with a playful smirk.
He nearly chokes on his beer, “W-what?”
I can't help but chuckle at his reaction. “We're in an open relationship, Dean,” I clarify. He's always been the observant type, but I can tell he's curious about how things work between us. The first time he stumbled upon us, it was purely by accident. We got caught in the heat of the moment, and when Dean walked in, he just stood there watching us. That seemed to turn Miriana on even more.
“Open? Like, you share her with others; men too?” I nod, and he just shakes his head. “Man, you're crazy,” he mutters still in a state of disbelief.
“Why's that?” I ask, continuing to flip the burgers on the grill.
“Ain't you scared someone might try to steal her from you?” he asks, with a look of concern etched on his face.
“Nah, Dean,” I reassure him. “Our connection goes way beyond any marriage vow. It's founded on trust, love, and mutual respect.”
“But…what if I fall…” He stutters, catching himself mid-sentence, and quickly backtracks. “What if she's not okay with it?”
“It's all consensual, Dean,” I answer coolly. “And if you fell for her,” I glance at him from the corner of my eye as he squints at me, “we'd all still be one big family. Ours. You, Miriana, and me.” The truth is, for one reason or another, Miri has always left the decision up to me, and she's rarely let another man get close to her.
I watch as he gets lost into his thoughts, and I decide to give him some space to ponder. It's only natural for questions and doubts to surface, but I believe in time he'll come to understand our unique lifestyle and the profound connection we share.
Our evening rolls on with some karaoke, games, and a ton of laughter. It's clear that Dean is slowly but surely coming to terms with our reality. The fact that he's here with us, taking part in this night, is a promising sign. Regardless of what lies ahead, the love and camaraderie we share will empower us to tackle any obstacle. We're a family, bound by an exceptional tie, braced to take on the world together. The only question left is whether he's prepared to become a part of our tribe.
Chapter Thirteen
Dean
I've spent weeks mulling over Kyle's words, and each day, I find myself yearning to be more like him. My bond with Miriana is growing stronger and deeper with each passing day. Maybe it's always been there, and I was just too blind to see or acknowledge it. The little things she does for me have started to stand out: she cooks my favorite meals, and often goes out of her way to whip up my favorite desserts, even though she barely indulges in sweets herself. She stays up waiting for me on nights when I pull double shifts, ensuring I never miss out on anything. It's as if she can read my mind, anticipating my needs and wants.
I see how Kyle watches us, a satisfied grin and a knowing look on his face. Even though my relationship with Miriana is built solely on respect and trust, I feel incredibly loved. It's a feeling I've never had before, a feeling of finally finding my place in the world. I can't remember the last time I felt this important to someone. Even my wife never made me feel this way. In fact, she seemed to despise my very existence. The best part is that Miri takes care of me without being asked, without any expectations in return. It's an earnest gesture that fills my heart with gratitude...and love.
After a long, grueling day, I come home late and head directly to the bedroom. I decide to take a shower to unwind. The hot water cascades over my body, soothing my tired muscles, but the tension within me refuses to dissolve completely. Even masturbating doesn't seem to help anymore. It leaves a lingering frustration that fills me with anger. It's as if my own mind is rebelling against me, urging me to let go. I put on just my PJ pants and head down to the kitchen for a swig of whiskey. I'm not much of a drinker, but the alcohol helps me relax enough to drift off to sleep. As I'm savoring the liquor, a noise from the den grabs my attention, sending a shiver down my spine.
At the second noise, I find myself smiling. I don't need to think about what it is. By now, I would recognize Miriana's moans in the midst of a room full of women. I have witnessed so many of their intimate moments that I know what pleases her, makes her tremble, makes her moan.
Silently, I approach the door, which is ajar, and peer inside. The scene before my eyes is intriguing and fascinating.
Miriana is sitting on the couch, a radiant smile on her face, as Kyle approaches her with a playful expression. I think she has won a striptease, and my brother certainly doesn't back down. There is an overwhelming energy between them that is evident even from a distance. They exchange intense, complicit glances, and I can't help but notice how close-knit they are. It has been that way since she came into his life.
Kyle approaches the couch as he takes off his shirt and Miri bites her lower lip. God when she does that, I want to consume her mouth with kisses.
As I continue to watch, I realize that I am smiling to myself. Yes, I am smiling because I know I belong in this world of love and connection. The question swirling in my head is whether I am ready to join them completely, to fully embrace this way of life they have so lovingly created, and especially share Miriana.
Kyle picks Miriana up and sits her down on the pool table, removing the maxi shirt she has on. I adjust my cock, which is already on fire despite the fact that they are not doing anything.
The more her pants increase from Kyle's caresses, the more the desire to step into the den grows inside me. I don't know how it happens, but my instincts take over, and I find myself slowly opening the door, letting my gaze be captured by that fascinating scene. I lean against the doorframe, inhaling her intoxicating aroma. It is a scent that overwhelms me, a mix of desire and passion that seems to envelop me, drawing me into a lustful swirl of pleasure.
Kyle has Miriana lying on her back on the table, and he walks over to the bar, grabbing a handful of ice cubes. I see him return to her with the playful air of someone who has a definite plan. The cold ice brushes against her bare chest, and Miriana reacts with a moan that penetrates my soul as she lets her head go back. Unconsciously her eyes, intense and eager, are glued to mine as she wiggles on the table. I watch the ice slowly melt on her warm skin, forming rivulets of water that flow to her lower back.
