Triad

He smiled to hide his embarrassment, and accepted my offer of orange juice. I’d just poured us each a glass when Ben called out.

“Shower’s free.”

I looked past Harley’s shoulder. Ben was standing in the doorway, the towel gathered around his clenched fist and hiding-only just-his penis.

“It’s all yours… Nicole.“ He smiled at me again, then gave me another flash of his fiercely tight butt as he walked up the hallway.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

“Uh, fine, Harley. Why?”

“You were kinda…moaning. Like maybe you forgot something.”

“Was I? Uh, yeah…I think I have an appointment this morning. Make yourself at home, Harley. What’s mine is yours.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

As I scuttled into the bathroom I couldn’t shake Ben’s beauty from my mind. I closed the door and leaned on it, catching my reflection. My fingers traced my mouth as if soaking up the essence of Ben’s kiss. My kiss, really.

I shrugged out of my robe and checked myself out properly. Despite my own put-downs, I was pretty happy with my looks. I was more languid than vibrant these days…but I could still almost fit into my prom dress.

I crept into the shower as if it knew what I’d done, and I willed the water to take my embarrassment away with it. Oh, god…I kissed Ben! Little Benny.

Not so little any more…

I shut off the shower and immediately heard a ruckus in the boys’ room. It sounded serious, so I threw the towel around me and, still wet, scooted to their door.

Wearing only undies, they were on Harley’s bed, each with their arm around the other, apparently trying for a simultaneous headlock. I thought maybe Harley was 319

getting his wish, until Ben landed a solid punch in his friend’s belly. As they wrestled, their muscles rippled beneath their smooth skin and I had to fight the urge to keep quiet and just watch.

“Boys! Boys! Stop it!”

“Take it back, Harley!”

“Fuck you!”

I flew across the room, slipped my wet arm down between their bellies and pressed, trying to separate them. It was hard work to keep my towel around me as they rolled and bumped.

Finally, their blood cooled enough to call a silent truce.

“Now, Ben, you sit on your bed, Harley, you stay there.” They obeyed me like the part-time soldiers they were.

“What the hell was that about?”

Ben looked at the wall.

I turned to Harley. He looked down at his hands. “He started it!”

“Did not!”

“Well it must’ve been something damn important.” Man, it was hard to sound bossy dressed in only a towel.

Ben took a breath. He still didn’t look at me. “You don’t wanna know.”

“Tell me. That’s, uh, an order.”

“Fine. You gonna tell her, Harl? Or will I?”

Harley shrugged theatrically, looking five years younger in one easy step. He flopped back onto the bed, and the swelling in his underwear suddenly became all I could see.

Ben finally spoke up. “Harley was, uh…saying stuff.”

I could see in Harley’s eyes the unspoken challenge to Ben’s authority. Shut the fuck up.

“What kind of stuff?”

“Please, Aunt Nicole.”

“Just Nicole.”

Ben finally looked at me, but then stood and punched the wall. I could see he still had the anger that had gotten him in trouble. He kept his back to me as he muttered. “Dirty stuff.”

“What, about li’l ol’ me?”

Harley said nothing, but his hang-dog expression blabbed.

“I’m interested now, Harley. Just what did you say?”

Harley licked his lips and studied the floor, mumbled like a teenager.

“Mmm…said I’d…like to…mmm you…like a…mmm-mmmer.”

“Pardon?”

“He said he wants to fuck you like a jackhammer!”

My best guess was that Harley was acting up to cover his feelings for Ben. As crude as the comment was, I wasn’t too upset. I’d heard worse.

I curled my hand up onto the hardness of Ben’s shoulder. “And why do you care what he said?”

Ben shot two, three hard breaths out of his nose. “It’s not fair! He’s only just met you!”

Ben was already wired up and about to explode. Harley, unfortunately, wasn’t wise enough to see it, or maybe just wanted to shift some of the blame.

“And it’s Ben who really wants to fuck you!”

Ben spun in an instant. “You don’t have to say it like that!”

He leapt across the room and started wailing on his friend. They rolled around in a wild two-man brawl, all arms, chests and testosterone. I knew if I let them go they’d end up smashing something, either a limb or a wall, so without thinking I latched onto them in the only safe way I could.

One hand on each of their cocks.

Both boys froze instantly. They looked at each other, then straight at me. I’d had to drop my towel to secure their packages, but for the moment it didn’t matter.

“Boys,” I murmured. “Please stop.”

“But he started it!”

I clenched my fists. “I don’t care. I’ll finish it.”

Oh, god, they looked so cute, sitting there next to each other, their ripped bodies almost completely naked. I felt my belly start to do tumble turns the way it used to when Kurt smiled at me.

There was silence for a moment, before Ben spoke up.

“Just how do you propose to finish it, Nicole?”

None of us spoke then. I couldn’t take my eyes away from my hands. I swore I could feel blood pulsing through both their cocks, but it might just have been the strength of my own heart pounding.

I shook my head and began mouthing off some excuse. The instant my fingers loosened, Ben’s hand flew down onto mine.

“No…please…”

“But I’m your aunt.”

“You’re the one said you weren’t any more. Anyhow, it’s not like we were blood.”

Then Harley spoke up. “For what it’s worth, Ma’am…I’ve was never your nephew.”

“Fuck, man! What did I just say before?”

“What? You think she’s yours, Ben?”

God. Young men and ownership. Not that it changes much as they age.

“Boys, boys…settle down.”

Harley punched Ben’s arm, the first time I’d seen him truly stand up for himself.

“But he started it!”

Ben drew his own arm back, so I placed a hand on each of their chests, my touch somehow calming them