“Oh, and you’re helpless to resist, is that it?” Christina said, pulling away from my mouth and sliding onto the bed.
“Totally helpless,” Tyler groaned, reached past me to run a hand over her thigh.
Oh, right, welcome to a typical Wednesday at the Weaver-Ames-Riley household.
It’d been four years since that night in the rain, when everything had come crashing together like lightning between the three of us. Four years later, and here we were.
Telling our parents wasn’t easy, I’ll say that. There’d been talk of filing charges, and calling the police, and all of that. And honestly, if it’d just been me, I’d have broken. Even having just Christina there, or just Tyler wouldn’t have done.
It was all three of us, together, that made it work. And there’s no way I would have survived those first few days or weeks without both of them there, and vice versa. And in the end, it worked out.
It was the baby that’d calmed everyone down, strangely. You’d have thought there would be only one way the “hey neighbors, I’m dating both your daughters” could get any worse would be to add a “p.s., one of them’s pregnant” in there. But somehow, instead of going nuclear, the news had brought a little bit of perspective.
Yeah, Bob and Helen flipped, but they got it. They saw how good Tyler was with Christina, and they saw how much he wanted the baby girl they ended up having.
The rest of it? Well...it’s a bit complicated.
Officially, they’re the couple and I’m their live-in babysitter. But Christina’s told her parents about being bi, and so have I, and well, I think they all put it together even if no one says anything. And honestly with the love the three of us have and how evident it is, I really don’t think any of them cared, even if they were a little confused by the arrangement.
Christina and I went back to school after that, and Tyler pretty quickly decided to make the move with us.
“Hey, it’ll save on train-fare right?”
The three of us moved into this townhouse not long after that.
Tyler decided to finally pull the trigger about expanding the label and really taking on some serious bands. He found a great space in Boston and made the move, and it’s doing great. Christina had our daughter - yes, all three “our” - the summer before sophomore year, but we both still graduated. I should mention that she also walked across the graduation stage with 7-month bump on our second, also a girl.
Poor Tyler, surrounded by girls.
I’d like to say we both ease his pain.
It’s a weird and awesome dynamic we all have too. Tyler and I got a lot closer as Christina got closer to due date. At first, even after I’d slept wit him that night, I wondered if I was really just gay. After all, I’d never had any real interest in boys, and it went without saying that I was head over heals for Christina.
But I wasn’t, evidently. Because as it turns out, I was just waiting for the right man, and the right bizarre situation. And I love him too, as it also turns out. And I love her, and we all love each other.
It’s a sickening amount of love, really.
It’s unorthodox, but it works. We’re a team. It’s our won weird little happy ending, and I couldn’t ask for more.
“Baby okay?” I murmured as she ran her hands over my body.
“Just went done, if we can manage to keep it down this time,” she winked at Tyler over my shoulder.
“Says the screamer,” he said with a low laugh.
“Don’t make me come over there, mister.”
I moaned as she started to slide underneath me, her mouth trailing down my body.
“Jesus, I hope I look half as good as you three fucking months after mine,” I muttered as I eyed her incredible body as it slid against mine.
“I’ll make sure you get plenty of exercise, gorgeous,” she murmured, kissing me fiercely before she started to flip around beneath me. She ran her hands over my belly. I was nowhere near showing yet, but...well, I would be.
Oh, right, I’m having our third. Surprise?
I moaned as Christina slid beneath me, her mouth trailing down my body until I cried out when her wicked tongue found my clit. Tyler growled behind me, his cock swelling inside of me as I felt Christina’s mouth on my clit and his cock where we joined. I leaned down, cooing as I let my tongue slip through her wet folds, and she moaned into me as I did.
This was us, this was our life. The three of us joined on every level. We had love, we had children, and we had our lives together to explore it all. And there in that bed that evening, as we moved towards our climax as one, I knew this is exactly where we were all supposed to be. This was how we were supposed to end up. The hell with how things “should” be, or what people say.