Sadie
When the door shuts behind Carter I let out a long, deep breath. It shouldn’t be so hard to look at my brother-in-law but it is. With every day that passes and every line that is crossed, the feelings I have for him are magnified.
I’m wet between my legs. Looking at his form and sketching it brought own body to life. The moment he pushed inside me last night is in my mind on repeat. The feeling of Dale’s mouth on my nipples while Carter fucked me.
Oh god.
Had I ever imagined having sex with two men at the same time? Not really. I’ve always been a one-man-woman and Dale, from the very first time, has been more than enough man for me.
But all of this has opened my eyes.
It’s opened my eyes to how amazing it can feel and also how stupid we are being.
This isn’t as simple as Dale first suggested where Carter would be the father but would act like an uncle. An uncle sits outside of a family unit, not within it, but how can we push Carter out like that.
My relationship is so solid but now there seems to feel as though there is space in it for another man. My heart has opened with my body, and Carter has slipped inside without me consciously letting him. The thoughts I’m having scare me.
To take my mind off of Carter, I move the sketch and quickly set about cleaning up my brushes from earlier. I move around my studio, cleaning and straightening tubes of paint and palettes.
Finally, I leave my studio and head into the kitchen. It’s well after lunch now. The kitchen is empty, though, and so is the living room. I don’t know if Carter has left or if he’s in his room. I want to go and knock on his door, see if he’s home, but I don’t because what would I say.
I make myself something to eat, but end up just pushing the pasta around in the bowl because my stomach feels full of butterflies. I keep thinking about last night. I keep thinking about Carter’s cock moving inside me while my husband kissed me.
I didn’t want to enjoy the sex. I didn’t want to come like that with Dale watching me, but everything about being with Dale and Carter at the same time felt so good…I just couldn’t hold it in. Now Carter knows I like it. He must think that I like him too.
I give up on the food and place my bowl on the counter.
I head outside to pull up weeds but there aren’t any because Carter and Dale have been all over the chores recently. I need to do something to keep myself busy so I get a small spade and begin to loosen the soil a little around the plants. When I water, it’ll sink in easier this way. I’m still on my knees when I hear Dale pulling into the driveway. My heart skips just like it always has since I met him. Jumping up, I dust off the front of my skirt and smooth a hand over my hair before making my way around the house to his car.
“Hey, babe,” he says, sounding a little surprised to see me. “How was your day?” He’s getting out the car and as soon as he’s on his feet I pull him into a tight hug. I need this more today than I ever have before. He holds me tight too, as though he can feel my need. “It’s okay,” he says.
I didn’t know how much I needed to hear that until he said it. “Will you come upstairs with me?” I ask? Dale holds my face tenderly and his eyes roam, trying to read me.
“Of course I will, honey.”
He kisses my lips gently, then takes my hand and leads me into the house. Carter’s door is closed and I’m glad. We climb the stairs together and each step feels like one closer to our married life as it was before Dale’s twin arrived.
I need my husband to claim me again. I’m surprised to feel so territorial, so primal. This isn’t the me I thought I was. This is a new woman who is filled with turbulence.
In our bedroom, I slip off my clothes, watching as Dale does the same. He’s on his knees in front of me, pressing his face to my belly, kissing and nuzzling the hair between my legs, tongue finding my clit and pressing just the way I like it, but I want different things today. I want Dale to be rough. I want him to grab me and toss me on the bed. I want to feel his passion and rage.
Rage.
That isn’t a word I would associate with Dale ever. My husband is rational and calm, he’s logical and measured. Why do I want him to feel rage-filled?
Do I want him to feel jealous?
That is so not like me and doesn’t even really make sense.
If Dale was jealous of Carter, he never would have agreed to what we did. My mind is whirring and I don’t want it to be. I want to get lost underneath my husband’s powerful body.
“I need you,” I tell him. “I need you to…”
Dale stands. “To what?”
“To need me, to take me…” I whisper the final part and his eyes flash for a second. I think he’s realized what I mean even though I don’t have the confidence to really say it.
He backs me toward the bed until I’m forced to sit and shuffle backward. He’s between my legs in a flash, pushing inside me while holding one of my hands flush to the bed. Then he’s fucking me just how I need it. Hard and deep, holding me immobile, making me his again.
It’s more brutal than he has ever been before, but I know it’s not because he needs to be. He’s doing it for me. I dig my nails into his back, I grab his ass and pull him into even deeper thrusts. My clit is straining for contact and I’m so close to coming that I close my eyes to focus.
And there he is. Carter. His shorn hair, serious mouth. I open my eyes and my husband is looking down at me. “Sadie,” he growls. “Come.”
With one my banging thrust, I do. I’m not quiet. This orgasm is a messy, pulsing thing that feels as though it’s been torn out of me. Dale follows, groaning long and deep as his whole body seizes with pleasure. We are slick with sweat where our bodies are aligned but I don’t care. I want all of this man. I need him to mark me as his. I need to know that everything is okay with us.
After, Dale snuggles me to his side, his fingers are drawing soft circles over my hip. “Was that what you needed baby?” he asks.
I nod and kiss his lips.
Things feel right again, at least for now, but I know it won’t stay this way because my heart and mind are not aligned.
Dale told me he’s used to sharing with his brother and all I can wonder is how far he’s prepared to go.