And Kristian is even more of a mystery. That dude is a prince for crying out loud, with a title and a fortune at his fingertips, you’d think he’d insist on layers of protection, maybe an IUD, the pill, and a condom all at once, he’s got so much on the line. But curiously, he seems even less concerned than we are, regularly coming in Tina’s pussy again and again, shooting hot sperm into her depths, spraying those sweet fields with DNA.
So I can feel the future lurking, rolling towards us inexorably before it hits full force. After all, the brunette’s only eighteen, nubile, and fertile, with three guys going at her non-stop. So it’s just a matter of time, right? If it hasn’t already happened.
But I feel good about a potential pregnancy, and I know Kristian and Kato do too. Because there’s something amazing about Tina, the sweet smile, the luscious bod, the giving personality, it seems right to see her swell up with our child, see her curvy form become even curvier with a baby inside. Plus, we adore her, the fact that she cooks us dinner after a long day at work at the non-profit, always providing sex no matter how tired she is, letting three men work her over, fill her up, use her body to our heart’s content, even if she’d rather be taking a bubble bath, steaming those sweet muscles, soaking that pretty pussy that’s getting pounded all the time.
So yeah, we’ve done everything by the book as much as possible, treating Tina with care, with love, savoring her company, and lately, introducing Violet. Because we want our mom to like the girl we’ve chosen, and it seems like they get along like a house on fire.
Speaking of which, where was Violet in this crowd? I’d been so busy making small talk at the gala and accepting congratulations that I hadn’t had a moment to spare. I spotted Mom in the corner and made my way over.
“You having a good time?” I asked, replacing her drink with a refresher.
“Oh yeah, absolutely,” said Violet, her face breaking out into a dazzling smile. “You and Kato look so handsome in these white uniforms,” she complimented, brushing an invisible speck of dust off my arm.
I rolled my eyes, moms will be moms. But why wasn’t Violet mingling, why was she standing here, behind a tapestry, keeping to herself? That wasn’t like her, our mom was bubbly and outgoing, friendly almost to a fault.
And it seemed like my brother was thinking the same thing.
“Ma, what are you doing back here?” he asked, coming up with a plate of hors d’oeuvres in hand. “We wanted you to get out and mingle, have a good time,” he said. “I mean, yeah, I realize Georg is here, but it’s not like he’s going to recognize you.”
And here, our mom’s smile faded a little.
“No, he wouldn’t would he?” she said softly, lifting a hand to her face. “I don’t look the way I did so long ago,” she said a little wistfully, sadly. “Back then I was a pretty flight attendant, and now I’m … well, I’m an old lady.”
I shot my bro a dirty look. What the fuck was his problem? WTF? I cut him off before he could say another word.
“Mom, you look beautiful,” I assured her, “not a day over twenty.”
And she smiled at me, a sparkle returning to her eye.
“Honey, you’re very flattering but I’m in my forties now, hardly a spring chicken,” she said mischievously. “Besides, when do you guys get knighted? Is that what you call it? Knighted?”
And I laughed. I was glad the depressing mood had passed, that Violet was back to her old self.
“The ceremony’s going to start in a few minutes, and no, we’re not being knighted. We’re being inducted into a brotherhood, the brotherhood of Legionnaires, personal body men for the royal family. Like the Secret Service is for the president, except here, we’re body men for the Crown Prince.”
And that made my mom’s head turn.
“Is he here?” she said, scanning the crowd, her eyes curious. “Is Prince Kristian here? I don’t see him.”
I just shook my head. I didn’t blame her for her interest. Kristian was our boss after all, so she wanted to get a look, and for a lot of women he was a full-on heartthrob, a Prince Charming straight out of the storybooks. No joke, the dude’s got groupies, screaming women who show up at his public events, begging for autographs. It’s bad sometimes, it’s embarrassing when the Prince was trying to have a serious conversation about nuclear disarmament and there are middle-aged ladies a few hundred feet away with posters reading, “I LOVE THE PRINCE,” and “KRISTIAN TAKE ME, I’M YOURS!” But he handled it well, all in a day’s work after all.
So I pointed him out.
“He’s over there,” I said, gesturing to the left, “See right there, among that gaggle of women.”
And my mom looked long and hard, her face expressionless before breaking out into a glowing smile.
“He’s so handsome, and he looks just like you,” she breathed softly. “Just like you and Kato.”
That was true, more than a few people had commented on our resemblance to Kristian, but then again, we’re all tall and built with black hair and blue eyes – hardly unique, you just had to look close to see differences. But this was my mom, and I humored her.
“Yeah, we’re almost like triplets, right?” I teased.
And my mom took a deep breath, frozen, before turning to us again.
“Right, triplets,” she said softly.
But then trumpets started up and the moment passed, the blaring notes announcing the start of the ceremony.