Page 21 of Pretend I'm Yours
My husbands stand and cheer from their seats, holding our son, Aiden, aloft between them as I cross the stadium’s stage at graduation in my black cap and gown, my cum laude cord and business degree cord draped around my neck. After several negative pregnancy tests over the past three days, we finally got a positive one only a few hours ago, and we couldn’t be any more excited to continue growing our beautiful, if atypical, family. My mom? Not so much.
As much as I understand where she’s coming from—upset that my innocent relationships with my uncles transformed into romantic ones after I became an adult, even enraged at times, like she said my dad would be—it still hurts to some degree that she’s chosen to sit on the opposite side of the stadium. At least she promised to stay for a quick lunch afterward in celebration, where she’ll oscillate between boring holes into my husbands with an evil eye or giving them the silent, invisible treatment. Then she’ll return to Oklahoma before the day is over, but only after gushing over Aiden. She might be likely to spit on the future graves of Aiden’s dads, but she loves her grandson infinitely and is the best grandma.
Though Kason, Declan, and I couldn’t find a legal loophole to all be married to each other or put both men down as the father on Aiden’s birth certificate, we have a simple, if not expensive, plan: we take turns.
I married Declan first, and when Aiden was born, we put Declan’s name down as the father, though we don’t know which man is our son’s biological father. With Aiden’s brown, wispy hair and surprising green eyes, it’s anyone’s guess. Unless it becomes medically necessary, we don’t care to find out, either. Aiden belongs to all of us equally.
Declan and I filed for divorce shortly after his birth, and thirty days after it was finalized, I married Kason. It’ll be Kason’s name on this child’s birth certificate when they’re born. After that, we’ll take a break from having kids, and Declan and Kason will marry each other, all of us having changed our last names to one we created from a combination of our old ones. A new name for a new chapter of our lives as husbands and wife.
Sorry, not sorry, Dad.
After lunch and a teary goodbye with Mom—whereby she shot my husbands the middle finger on her way out—I nurse Aiden and put him to bed in his nursery that once used to be my bedroom. Having seriously taken the advice ofsleep when the baby sleepsto heart, I kiss my husbands’ cheeks and excuse myself to take a nap, grinning to myself when I discard my boots and clothing and get comfortable on my back.It won’t be long now…
Kason
Declan and I share a smirk outside our bedroom door as we watch the hour-long timer we set on my phone tick closer to zero. We’ve already stripped each other down to our boxers in anticipation, leaving our clothes scattered in the hallway.
“Ten,” Declan says, grinding his hard cock against my ass.
“Nine.” I let out a harsh breath when Declan tugs on my waistband until my boxers drop to my feet.
“Eight.” Declan reaches around to fist my shaft.
“Seven,” I say, reaching behind me to push his boxers down, biting my lip and groaning when he slides his warm, bare cock between my cheeks.
“Six, baby.” He nips the crook of my shoulder.
“Five. Whose turn is it first?” I ask.
“Four. I want your ass while you fuck our wife nice and deep.”
“Three.” I push my hips back against his cock as precum leaks from my tip and wets Declan’s palm. “Then I get your ass next time.”
Declan chuckles. “Deal. Two.”
“One.” I silence the alarm before it can go off, and we share a kiss over my shoulder before we tiptoe into our bedroom.
Corinne is asleep on her back, her arms thrown above her head on the pillow while she makes the cutest little snoring sounds. The first trimester exhaustion hits her the hardest out of all her other pregnancy symptoms, and she could sleep through a hurricane…or while Declan and I take turns fucking and filling her at night without her so much as twitching.
We each take a side of the bed, and Declan peels back the quilt to reveal our niece, naked and plump, her soft lower belly soon to be rounded again with our second child. Though she only nursed Aiden a short while ago, her breasts, which were already deliciously large and supple before pregnancy, have grown exponentially, dripping with milk.
I lick my lower lip, my mouth watering for a taste of her when Declan and I carefully slide in beside her. As Declan does with her right breast, I plump Corinne’s left breast, gently squeezing it until her milk lets down and begins to drip from the tip. I lean over to draw her nipple into my mouth and massage the underside of her breast with my tongue to encourage her sweet milk to flow faster as I drink her down.
I look over, watching the man I love drink her down as well, burying his handsome face in her tit until he’s all but suffocating, while drawing her right knee up and to the side to spread her legs. I moan into Corinne’s tit, suckling harder, my belly heating as I copy him with her left knee so he can push his first two fingers between her thighs, spreading her pussy lips, lightly massaging circles over her clit.
My life has turned out better, happier, and more fulfilling than I ever could have fantasized, married to my two greatest loves. When I was working the oilfields, I thought, at best, I would get closer to Corinne and Declan once I moved back to town, be the kind of uncle I should have been to Corinne, and remain merely a best friend to Declan. Hang out with them as much as possible while resigning to let them live their lives, each finding a spouse and starting their individual families. I would have cheered them on, all the while sick and tortured by jealousy. Maybe I would have halfheartedly tried dating, if anything, to attempt banishing Corinne and Declan from my mind, but I knew I’d never be able to settle.
Now, I don’t have to.
“She’s ready for you, baby,” Declan whispers, fucking his fingers into Corinne’s pussy, pushing them deep enough to bury them to the last knuckle, then pulling them out, showing me the evidence of her arousal glistening on his skin. If there’s anything we can count on, it’s how easily responsive Corinne is to our attention, even in her sleep.
I sip from her nipple as her milk stream slows, and I draw back, leaving her large, darkened areola swollen, the tip distended. Moving between her legs without jostling her, I sit on my heels and wait for Declan to finish nursing. His eyes are hooded with desire when he sits up, rolling over to reach into the drawer of the nightstand, and I brace my hands on either side of Corinne’s shoulders, getting into position.
I shudder with exhilaration, my balls drawing up tight, when Declan pops the blue cap on the small bottle of lube and silently moves behind me with his knees on either side of mine.
He kisses the middle of my back and up to my neck while prepping my ass with his slick, wet index finger of his left hand. “Are you ready for me, baby?”
I whimper, then blow out a long breath, trying to relax my muscles when he begins to push his finger into me, and then a second finger after a few more slow thrusts. It isn’t easy with his fingers so long and thick, but I’m almost there. Almost.
