EPILOGUE
Karlie
Three months later …
I thought back to the day I’d decided to finally chat with my brothers. It’s not that I’d ignored them, I’d sent them some emails briefing them on classes, my new roommates, that kind of thing, and they’d replied with polite but short emails, probably hesitant to overstep the invisible boundaries I’d set.
Because I’d matriculated at State. After applying to a couple schools, I’d found out that I’d been accepted at three. Berklee, Tisch and State had welcomed me with open arms, Tisch even awarding me an arts scholarship based on my photography portfolio.
But by the time the acceptance letters arrived, I already knew where I was headed next. To State … with my brothers, although I wasn’t sure if I’d be seeing them right away.
It’s been a long process. I’d started emerging from my room slowly, sometimes just for a fifteen minute swim in the pool, some relaxation in the peaceful waters. And slowly I’d stepped back into the sunshine inch by inch, until I was back to my old self, just in time to move into the dorms on campus.
But once there, I hadn’t approached my brothers. Instead, I’d watched from afar, literally up in the stands as they clinched victory after victory on the football field, the blue and gold of their uniforms gleaming in the warm afternoon sun.
But the time had come, I was ready once again. Gulping, I’d written an email to my steps asking to get together for coffee, my heart in my throat. I wasn’t even sure they’d respond, truth be told, and it was with a surprising ping that I saw a reply pop into my inbox not two minutes later. Colt was inviting me to their private suite. Evidently as star athletes, they had a living room and espresso machine, luxuries I didn’t have. I was sharing a triple with two other girls, nice but a little cramped.
So with shaking hands, I’d knocked. It was a sunny day and I looked around, hoping no one saw me on their doorstep. My thoughts soon flew out of my head because Colt opened the door, his massive form dwarfing the frame.
“Sister,” he said greeting me, stepping aside to let me in.
And I trembled a bit, wobbling slightly in my high heels as I walked into the plush suite. The furnishings were luxurious, huge bay windows overlooking the verdant campus. Cain was already seated, waiting for me with watchful eyes, his massive frame still but filled with silent power.
“Brothers,” I’d said again slowly, seating myself on the divan, nervously smoothing my skirt before clasping my hands protectively over my stomach. But my brothers gave no sign of noticing. Instead, they lounged on the opposite couch, their massive forms making even the king-size piece of furniture seem small.
“It’s good to see you, Karlie,” drawled Cain, stretching his long legs out before him. His pose was deceptively calm, but I could see the intensity in his eyes, matched by the latent energy in his brother’s still form.
I took a deep breath.
“Colton, Cain,” I said slowly, “I’m ready to move forward.”
Both my steps remained motionless although a shockwave of electricity ran through the air. I could feel the tremors in the air, sparks already running down my arms to sizzle in my fingertips.
“What does that mean?” asked Colt slowly. He gave me a searching glance. “Does that mean you’re talking to us again? Or are we still communicating through email?”
I flushed.
“I know it wasn’t easy for you either,” I said, taking a deep breath. “Beating Jimmy wasn’t your top choice, but with so much on the line, it was necessary. He wasn’t going to turn any other way and for someone like that, I’m not sure there was any other way,” I said slowly.
“But Karlie,” said Cain, “What’s made you come around now? I mean, are you going to be bringing up Jimmy” and here he spat the name, “twenty years from now? Is this something we’re going to be hearing about forever?”
“Absolutely not,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m over and done with it because I needed to make peace with myself.”
Here, my brothers’ brows furrowed.
“What do you mean?” growled Cain. “You did nothing wrong.”
I shook my head, slow but determined.
“Brothers, I wasn’t okay with what happened because I wasn’t fair to you or myself.”
Colt shot me a puzzled look, so I went on.
“You accepted my dancing, no questions asked, so long as I wasn’t doing blue light specials. It’s not exactly something that every girl does,” I said, flushing, “and I took your acceptance for granted. It’s a part of me that I have to let out, to escape the confines of being everyday Karlie, photographer and good girl.”
“But I didn’t do the same for you,” I said slowly. “When you decided to teach Jimmy a lesson, I was judgmental. I didn’t accept that physical force is a part of who you are … both on the field and off. I struggled with it, applying my values, my mores, to you with a terrible result.”
“Once I realized what I’d done, I knew the problem was internal. I needed to let go of my inhibitions and accept you for who you were … and who you are,” I said with a great breath of air, getting my feelings off of my chest.
Unfortunately, my brothers weren’t letting me off so easy.
“But Karlie,” said Cain, “How do we know that you won’t be mentioning the name ‘Jimmy Long’” and here he spat the words again, “twenty years from now? Because you know that’s our timeline. We want you for keeps, and it can’t keep coming up.”
My heart leapt. They wanted me for twenty years or more? To keep? This was the first I’d heard of it and the air lodged in my throat, making it difficult to breathe. But they deserved an answer.
“I won’t keep bringing it up,” I promised. “I don’t know how I can convince you, but we have something together that’s difficult to find sometimes. Some people are never so lucky,” I stated gently.
“That’s right,” growled Colt. “We have love,” he added, his eyes boring into me. “It’s the real thing, Karlie, don’t take it for granted and don’t let it go.”
“Love,” I agreed with an incandescent smile, my emotions tumbling, my spirits joyous. A rush of happiness descended over me, lifting me so that I was almost flying on the tips of my toes. “And something else too, brothers … I’m pregnant.”
And that stopped them. The shock was palpable in the air, but it wasn’t entirely unexpected. We’d slept together for months, never once using protection, their seed mixing in me night after night. And I was nineteen now, at peak fertility. Was it really that surprising that I was pregnant with their child?
“Karlie,” said Colt. “If you have our baby …”
“You’ll be ours forever,” finished Cain.
I couldn’t answer, my smile my only reply, holding out my arms to the two big men.
And they descended on me then, their forms massive, hungry, like lions who hadn’t fed for a year. My steps were all over me, too hungry to hold back, touching my cunny, swiping left and right, drenching themselves in my juices.
“Karlie,” they rasped, their voices hoarse. “Don’t ever leave us again.”
“I won’t,” I promised, “Never.”
And they kissed me all over, tearing my clothes off in their haste, eager for the sweet release that only I could grant. As for me, I almost cried when I saw those donkey dongs again, the twin poles pulsing with unquenchable power, cum already dripping down to seed me once again, plow those fertile fields with the juice of life.
“Please,” I gasped as they bent me over. “Now, now, now.”
And the warriors answered. Colt pushed into me from behind, his dong literally lifting me up in the air, my cunny jolted up with the massive size, squeezing him, clenching with pleasure.
At the same time, Cain pushed into my mouth, that hot length so tasty, so needed, so delicious that I moaned my ecstasy, stretched tight both ways. I loved it all. I loved the double-stuff, realized I needed it, always, forever, it completed me, made me a whole woman.
With cries of release, the three of us orgasmed, man cream spilling everywhere as I juiced them, my mouth and cunny like motorized pumps, squeezing them of everything they had, taking DNA like it was ambrosia of the gods.
And that’s how we came to be where we are today. Maddy was born, both daddies in the hospital room when she gave her first cry, her thatch of black hair and blue eyes just like Colt and Cain.
Remarkably, things fell into place after that, almost like magic. We live together now, the three of us with our daughter, in off-campus housing, a small house with a garden. Maddy’s in university daycare as I speed through my degree. State’s got an awesome fine arts program and I’m thoroughly enjoying being a full-time student in addition to my duties as mom.
But best of all, everything worked out because our little family is going strong, despite everything that’s happened. The hubbub was horrendous at first when news of our relationship came to light. My brothers wouldn’t say much, their faces tight each night after practice, but I knew that coaches, trainers, recruiters, everyone was telling them how wrong it was, trying to convince them to ditch me by the wayside.
But Colt and Cain wouldn’t. And after a while, the hullaballoo died down, most people forgetting that we were steps to begin with. So we spend our days together now, an idyllic reverie of studying, practice, lovemaking, homework, classes and more lovemaking.
Plus, Colt and Cain have promised to sign with the same team, no matter how high the offers are, no matter how many zeroes are on the contracts. We’ll be together as they pursue pro football careers … and beyond.
“Karlie, always,” said Cain, his eyes direct, taking my hand in his. I still remember the roller-coaster feeling, the dizzying love I felt as my brothers spoke their commitment.
“Forever,” pledged Colt, taking my other hand. And he slid a giant diamond onto my finger, a sign of their emotions, their bodies, their everything.
So what can a girl do? I nodded happily as I smiled, thinking of everything that had gone down. There had been good and bad, but my feeling of contentment overrode the scary times, the turbulent waters. Because you know what? It was okay. I no longer danced at the Donkey, but life was so much more now. I had my steps … my very own Double Donkeys.