Brown, Berengaria - Possess Me [Possessive Passions 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read online

  But the store really just provided an excuse for George and Wang to travel to other larger towns, buying the goods and products the community needed and shipping the things they’d made. The vast majority of the community either worked in the service sector, managing and running the community, the school, the hospital, and the shops, or by providing online services that required no outside goods. But people always needed to purchase things they couldn’t provide for themselves, and George and Wang’s van was the way such items arrived and left.

  From the very beginning, the New Thimphu leaders had been determined to maintain their traditions and their cultural ways, and the easiest method of doing this was to stay as invisible as possible. Hence the thriving underground township.

  Folks in Green Ridge saw the above-ground families from time to time, saw very ordinary farms and homes, knew the children were home-schooled, and paid very little attention to them. Their families had farmed here now for several generations and they may have been considered a little strange, but were accepted. Had they known the community practiced polyandry, their easygoing attitude may have changed, but maybe not. They were known and accepted. The locals very much believed in a “live and let live” philosophy.

  Almost twenty years after Shiloah’s fathers had been mistreated, Goa and Songstan arrived at New Thimphu having given up their family farm knowing they could never have a polyandrous marriage in their hometown. Their family had never been truly accepted even though their fathers had always pretended only one was married to their mother. The sons decided they wanted to the freedom to openly love their wife when the time came. Their mother had died of cancer, their fathers had soon followed her to meet their ancestors, and the two young men traveled across country to New Thimphu to start life again.

  The money they had gotten for the farm had not been what it was worth, but it had been adequate to fund their travel, and they expected it would last them long enough to get established here. They hadn’t wanted to wait until the economy improved before they sold and began their new life. That may have been many years away.

  As soon as they’d seen Shiloah, they’d known she was the woman for them. It was very important that all the brothers agreed on the choice of a wife, as all shared her equally and all were equally responsible for her well-being. Goa had watched Shiloah tending the plants when The Grandparents’ Garden was being established, had looked at Stan, and his brother had smiled and nodded. All that remained was for them to get to know her better and decide on an appropriate time to abduct her and make her theirs.

  After all they’d overcome to get this far, finding a larger apartment was not a problem. Of course, now that the Garden was finished, they’d also need to find more work, too.

  Goa loved being outside, working the land. He already had some part-time work helping on the farms of the various above-ground New Thimphu families. Likely, Stan could find some work there, too, or in the hydroponic gardens. They’d worry about that later. Right now they had a wife to fuck!

  Goa pressed his hand on her belly. Oh Gods, she felt wonderful. Warm and soft. She smelled delicious, too. Her rose fragrance surrounded her like a cloud. He buried his nose in her hair, then in her neck. Yup. Roses everywhere. He licked a line along her shoulder. She even tasted of roses. It was thrilling to have her here in her bed with them, the bed they’d bought for her as soon as they’d seen her, in hopes she would be theirs. And she was. Just one more fuck must happen this night, him in her ass and Songstan in her cunt. Simultaneous penetration, the grand finale. Then the ritual would be completed and she would belong totally to them.

  Goa slid his hand lower, loving the feel of the curls covering her mound, then the hot little nub at the top of her slit. She was pressed so tight against them both he knew Stan could feel her little shiver as well as he could. Then his fingers slipped inside her cunt. She was hot and wet, just as he’d hoped. She also opened her legs for his pleasure, so she was ready and willing for this final step. The Gods had blessed them indeed in leading them to this wonderful woman.

  Her cunt had been delicious, her mouth warm and welcoming. He could hardly wait to sink his cock into her ass. To drive deep and hard and know his brother’s cock was in her as well, all three of them pounding to completion together.

  Goa left her in his brother’s arms and lifted her upper leg over Stan’s. He snatched the bottle of oil off the nightstand and dripped some onto his fingers, then pressed two fingers into her ass. Gods, she was hot. Her channel was still softened from the previous anal sex, but nevertheless, he rubbed a lot of oil into her walls, not wanting her to feel soreness. Then he slathered more oil over his cock, pulled her ass cheeks apart and pressed the head of his cock against her rosette.

  Goa knew his cockhead was wider than his brother’s, but he still popped through the opening easily. Goa let out a breath. They had to fuck all three ways, but he didn’t want her hurt. This needed to be good for her as well as for him and his brother. All he wanted to do was ram deep and hard into her until his balls were pressed tight to her body, but he held onto his urge with iron determination and slid gradually deeper and deeper inside her until she’d taken all of him into her warmth.

  Once he was settled deep inside her, everyone lying on their sides, he lifted her hips and put his under-leg underneath her body and pulled her upper leg on top of his top leg. This gave Stan enough room to enter her cunt from the front.

  Already, Shiloah was making little pleased noises.

  Goa nodded at his brother over her head, and Stan held his cock to her cunt and pressed in. Gods, she was tight. She was clasped around him like a wet, iron fist already, but the farther Stan pushed into her, the tighter her grip on him became. Yet, simultaneously, her walls seemed to expand to embrace them both.

  Goa had never thought much about how it would be to have another cock rubbing against his, but feeling his brother there, just on the other side of their wife’s thin tissues, was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. She was their wife, belonging equally to both of them. Theirs! And right now the three of them were truly united, truly one flesh, bound so intimately and tightly together.

  Without saying a word, he and Stan wrapped their arms around each other, pinning Shiloah between them. Stan had to maneuver his legs a little to be able to thrust, then they set up a slow and steady pace, pushing into her together, withdrawing together, then thrusting back in.

  Shiloah was trying to wiggle, but they held her still. Gods, his cock would explode in a second if she was allowed to squirm like that! This had to last. Her pleasure must come first. He wanted this to be the best orgasm yet for her, which meant he had to be strong and raise the tension inside her much higher. Although his balls were ready to burst from just feeling her wet grip on him.

  Stan’s hands were digging into his shoulders so he knew his brother was finding it as hard to be patient as he was. Again, without words, they cranked up the speed and power a little, still driving in simultaneously, pulling out together, gradually moving a little faster with every thrust.

  He forced his hand between their bodies so he could play with her nipples. They were the most beautiful things. Pert and brown, and right now, they were harder than diamonds, and they pressed into his palms with sharp little points. Stan moved back a fraction to let him massage her breasts, and he very deliberately elongated each nipple, moving from one to the other, teasing them and stretching them, then giving each one a little pinch.

  “Yes, yes, yes,” groaned Shiloah, breaking out of their grip, to slam herself first forward onto Stan’s cock, then back onto his, driving his aching dick in her to the hilt and shattering his control.

  Her inner muscles clenched around him as his cock spurted hard, stream after stream of cum jetting from him as if he hadn’t come in months instead of in less than an hour. Her muscles pulled and gripped at him, dragging more and more cum from him. He knew his brother had exploded too as Shiloah’s orgasm went on and on, rippling and spasming arou
nd his cock.

  Shiloah rested her head back against his chest, and tenderly, he kissed her neck, reveling in that rose scent again, quite discernable even through the scent of sex and sweat. He rested both palms over her breasts, cupping the warm, soft mounds, noting that her nipples were still hard.

  Stan leaned in to kiss her mouth with a softly whispered “Thank you.” Then he reached down to pull the burgundy blanket over them all.

  Gods yes, they needed a nap. They could shower later.

  * * * *

  Despite having gone to bed so early, and without eating a proper meal, they all slept heavily until dawn. Stan woke first and hurried into the shower, then began preparing a meal. He and Goa shared the cooking, both being proficient chefs from the years of caring for their ailing mother before she’d gone to be with their ancestors.

  When their fathers had realized neither operations nor chemotherapy could save her, they’d become mere shadows of themselves, sitting for hours by her bed, each one holding one of her hands, dying themselves, an inch at a time along with her. He and Goa had taken over the running of the house and the farm, knowing that their fathers didn’t want to live if their mother was no longer there. They’d buried them all within a month of each other.

  But now, a new chapter had begun in their lives. A new home, a new community, new friends, and their very own wife. The Gods had truly smiled on them to give them Shiloah, and Stan was determined to make her the happiest woman on the planet if he possibly could. He and Goa had planned this first meal together to be a feast for the senses as well as for the palate. Golden jasmine rice, pink pomegranate juice mixed with water to cut the sugar content, and freshly baked bread spread with honey from the community’s beehives.

  He heard Goa wake and shower, and then heard Shiloah stir. He rushed in to kiss her awake, sitting on the bed beside her as Goa handed her soothing gel to anoint her ass after her shower. Stan gave her the parcel of clean clothing that had been left at their front door for her during the night, and Goa went and got her more clean towels. Then they left her in peace to get ready.

  She arrived at the table looking fresh and stunningly beautiful, her hair left hanging loose almost to her ass, her apple-green shirt making her chocolate-brown eyes sparkle, and her skin look even creamier than usual.

  “The meal looks delicious. Thank you,” she said, sliding onto the chair Goa held out for her.

  They all ate hungrily for a while, before Shiloah looked around.

  “What would you like, precious?” asked Stan, his heart still beating double-time at her incredible beauty and the amazing fact that she was here with them both.

  “I was wondering what time it is, and when my mama will be bringing my wedding gown.”

  Goa jumped up. “There’s a clock on the microwave stove, which says it’s almost eight. Our wedding is at eleven, and your mother and Anh will be here in half an hour. I’ll re-make the bed now, so you can sit on it as you dress.” He rushed from the room. Shiloah stood and helped carry the plates to the sink.

  “That was a lovely meal. Thank you, Stan. Do you do most of the cooking?”

  “At home, I tended to do more indoor chores, and Goa more outdoor chores. He loves being outside, working on the land. But since we’ve been here, we share equally. We take it in turns to cook. Or whoever is not working that day does the household chores. We’re both quite competent to do whatever is needed. We know your business is important to you, Shiloah. You won’t be forced to spend any longer in the house doing chores than you want to. If your mother is lonely, or if you need her, she is welcome here, too. Your happiness is our top priority.”

  She hugged him, making his heart pound with joy. “You’ve both been so very considerate. Because we share the business, my mother and I shared the chores, too. I think she’ll be fine by herself for a little while. Later, when we find a bigger apartment, we’ll see if we can move the business and my mother in as well so we can have the apartment as our base and only have to go to the hydroponic farm, not back and forth between her apartment, our place, and the farm. But for now, this is perfect.”

  Promptly at eight thirty, Orna and Anh arrived loaded down with parcels and packages and laughing happily. Anh threw herself into Shiloah’s arms. “I’m so happy for you, Shiloah. I’ve seen how you’ve looked at Stan and Goa, and I know this is just what you wanted.”

  Stan and Goa closed the bedroom door behind the women and disappeared into their own bedroom to get dressed.

  * * * *

  Shiloah had worn the traditional gown several times before on very special occasions. It was hand-woven, heavily embroidered silk on silk, a costly fabric and passed down through her mother’s family. Her own mother had worn it on her wedding day and on the day they’d been accepted as citizens of New Thimphu.

  Goa and Stan had asked her mother the color of the cloth, which was gold, and had purchased for Shiloah a pair of gold leather sandals to match it. Each sandal had their three names embroidered on it in a pattern of intertwined roses.

  Tears gathered in Shiloah’s eyes as she looked at the sandals. “They’re far too beautiful to wear.”

  “They’re a gift of love. Your husbands will be hurt if you don’t wear them,” said Orna.

  “Besides, think how jealous the other women will be when they see them,” added Anh, laughing.

  Finally, Shiloah stood quite still with her arms extended as Anh and Orna wrapped the long length of fabric around her, making pleats and patterns with it as they folded her in it until it looked just like a gown, not like yards and yards of fabric.

  Anh handed her a belt, also in gold leather, and also with their three names embroidered on it intertwined with roses.

  Shiloah’s lips trembled and she had to take a deep breath so she didn’t cry. Her men had gone to so much trouble to make their marriage special. First, the decorated bedroom and the chanted story, then the special breakfast, now the sandals and belt. No woman could have two more kind and thoughtful husbands. Not to mention handsome, strong, and tigers in bed!

  Soon the men were knocking on the door.

  “We need to leave soon,” said Goa.

  “Can’t be late to our own wedding ceremony,” added Songstan.

  Anh flung the door open, and Shiloah looked at her husbands. They were wearing identical deep green pants that fit tight around their hips and thighs, showing off their heavily muscled legs and taut asses. Shiny black boots were on their feet. Shiloah let her gaze roam up their legs across two cocks that were quite visible ridges, long and thick, cupped by the fabric of their pants, past their waists encircled by black leather belts, and up over loose, flowing, crisp white shirts. The stark white against their tanned skin almost made her drool. They looked incredibly hot!

  From the stunned looks on their faces, they liked how she looked, too.

  “Th–thank you for the sandals and the belt. They’re so beautiful.”

  “Not as beautiful as you are,” said Stan, picking up her hand and pressing a soft, sweet kiss to her palm.

  “The Gods have surely smiled on us, leading us to you. For years I wondered if we would ever find a community that upheld our traditions. I was so happy when we came here to New Thimphu. Then we saw you, and I still can’t believe you agreed to marry us. We’re the luckiest men on earth to have you.” Goa knelt at her feet and bent his head.

  Tears filled Shiloah’s eyes as she gently rested a hand on his head. “Please, stand up. I don’t deserve your adoration. I’m just a normal woman.”

  Shiloah was startled when her mother clapped her hands together loudly to attract their attention. “Come. We must go to the temple for the ceremony.”

  The men picked up an oblong textile bag, which had been sitting on a table, and handed it to Anh, then led the women to the door. Shiloah noticed Anh’s eyes were bright with unshed tears, and her mother surreptitiously wiped her cheeks. She sniffed back her own tears and concentrated on walking carefully in her very expensive gown
and precious sandals.

  Purple apartment block, so-called because the front of the building had a geometric design in various shades of purple painted on it, was only a five-minute walk from the center of the community. Because it was underground, the streets were actually brightly lit tunnels with the walls painted in ever-changing colors, with blues blending into greens, then yellows, oranges, reds, pinks, purples, and back to blue again.

  At every intersection and doorway, a horse was painted high on the wall. The horse was always walking toward the center of town, so even if someone became confused about which street they were on, by following the direction of the horses they would find themselves back at the town center.

  Their group turned into the main street and the temple was just ahead of them. It was a large, white, rectangular building with a curved roof, and just below it was a red ochre stripe that went right around the entire building. The walls gave the appearance of sloping inward because of the design. There were a few windows high up under the stripe and one massive door.

  Through the doorway was a large courtyard where all the community had gathered. Father Yeshe, their monk, an old man with a full head of pure white hair, stood immediately in front of the entry to the temple proper. He was wearing a long robe of blues and greens, geometric shapes woven and intertwined so the colors blended into each other and shimmered as he moved. He wore the robe for all ceremonial occasions, and Shiloah was always awed by its intricate design and eye-catching colors.

  As they moved to stand in front of Father Yeshe, the crowd stilled and became silent. The old man spoke briefly of love and commitment then nodded to Goa.