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  But Bea was right. We had to do this.

  It was our only way out of the madness.

  “Can you tell, uh, Al or Mike…Mike 2? Why is he called…oh, yeah. There’s already another Mike. Hah! Good one! Anyway, I’ll just be gone like twenty minutes…” I said, crossing my fingers.

  “What? No, I don’t have a gun! Oh, you’re kidding. Some joke, Sir!” I chuckled.

  I waited for him to place his calls. As soon as he did, I signaled Stinger.

  “Hang on, David! Keith is on the other line!” he said.

  The two explosions startled our guards, and they ran from the house towards the noise.

  “Get down, and stay down!” Al yelled, pulling the headset from his ears. I bet they were ringing pretty loud, all around.

  —————

  “That was a very dirty trick, Bea!” Stinger said.

  We ran like our lives depended on it, out the back door, into the garage, and onto our bicycles. We shot out the side door, then booked it across the meadow behind the house, down the gorge, and followed the creek until we were sure we weren’t being followed.

  We pedaled for ten minutes, flat out. By then, we had made it to the old clubhouse.

  —————

  “Sure is spooky!” Bea said.

  Stinger shushed her, with a kiss. I saw them holding each other, and a weird sense of déjà vu flooded me.

  I walked over to them, and Stinger stood back, while Bea stayed still, waiting for me.

  I bent my mouth over hers, and kissed her.

  The sensations made both of us reel from the passionate feelings!

  “Wow!” she said, as I pulled away.

  “You sure we need to do this?” I asked them.

  “It’s the only way, Thumper,” she whispered.

  Stinger nodded.

  “We have to be sure, bro,” he said, and began to strip as he walked into the clubhouse.

  —————

  It was warm and musky in the old wooden shack.

  Frank had built it on the farm to use for storage, but we kids had soon appropriated it for a fun hideaway.

  Oddly, this was the first time we’d decided to use it for privacy in this way.

  For sex…

  Most of our earlier forays here were to hide from our parents, if we had managed to get into trouble, or from our friends, if we were playing hide and seek or some game.

  I guess, like most kids, we were ‘curious’ about things, but it wasn’t important to us as boys. We were more into sports, and had plenty of opportunities with the cheerleaders, away from the farm.

  I peeled off my clothes, standing in the clubhouse, naked.

  Bea smiled, and slowly took of her own outfit, trying to be seductive, but too nervous to really succeed at it.

  “Are we all sure about this?” Stinger asked, one final time.

  I nodded.

  Bea walked over to him, and rubbed her boobs against his chest.

  I noticed my penis was beginning to react.

  Stinger shrugged with the finality of the situation, and stripped.

  The three of us stared at each other for a moment.

  Then, it began…

  —————

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  BEA

  It’s happening! It’s really happening!

  I smile, as I trace a finger down both my stepbrothers’ chests, trailing down their smooth bellies to the tips of each penis.

  Both men are ready, their plump erections bobbing, as I kneel before them.

  I lick Thumper’s tip, then move to Stinger’s.

  It is sweet-salty, and I like the taste.

  Both of them moan, as I caress their balls, gently squeezing first one, then the other.

  I rotate them, between my thumb and forefinger.

  Then, I stand up and let them kiss me in turn.

  Stinger holds me close, while Thumper kneads my asscheeks, gripping tight.

  It’s just as I imagined!

  My wetness grows, and soon, I can feel my juices flowing down my thighs.

  My nipples are like diamonds, hard and rigid, as Thumper, then Stinger take turns pinching them gently.

  I moan as Thumper takes the left one between his moist lips, his tongue encircling it, making round patterns of slick saliva, while Stinger kisses me, and moves his index finger to my center of pleasure.

  I feel it push gently into me, the sweet tangy smell of my musk reaching my nose, and I see the immediate affect it has on the men as well.

  Both of their erections dance in the air, and Thumper thrusts against my ass, a small rivulet of precum sliding across one ample cheek.

  I take Stinger’s tongue in my mouth, teasing him and sucking the tip, then eating the whole thing, taking it deep down my throat, and he shoves it again and again into my hungry maw.

  Thumper moves behind us, his wetting his fingers with my juices, to lubricate them. He massages my pussy, and I moan into Stinger’s mouth.

  Stinger moves in front, holding my breasts, squeezing each one, as Thumper pushes into me with his entire hand.

  I groan with ecstasy as he moves in and out, then come all over his palm.

  He puts the hand in my face, and I pull away from Stinger long enough to lick it clean.

  I suck on his fingers, and Stinger licks the sides of my mouth, tasting me.

  He moans, and then his cock is rubbing my slick clit, the tip of his penis oozing precum and making small lifting motions.

  He pushes it between my nether lips, and in a moment, is inside me.

  My pussy grips him like a fist, and I quiver as Thumper pushes his finger into my ass.

  The combined friction drives me over the edge, again, and I buck and heave as Stinger’s cock moves in and out of me, wild with frenzy.

  He groans, and shoots his semen deep into me, and I gasp as I come again, his seed dripping down my legs.

  We stand there, breathless, for a few moments.

  I drop to my knees, and the two men take up on either side of me.

  I grab both cocks in my hands, stroking them. Stinger’s still is oozing cum, so I lick it clean, swallowing the salty seed, taking him deep in my throat as I jerk on Thumper.

  I groan again as Stinger grabs my hair, his hand behind my head, fucking my eager mouth with wanton abandon.

  Thumper stands slightly back as I suck on Stinger, my hand gripping him, and then he shoots his load across my face, soaking my hair, just as Stinger unloads again.

  I choke on the amount of cum, gagging and then stuff Thumper into my mouth, gasping for breath, as I swallow as fast as I can.

  The two muscled men move, and suddenly, I am on the ground. There is a cedar chest, abandoned long ago. They pull out an old blanket, and I jostle myself onto it.

  Leaning my head back on Thumper’s leg, he strokes my face, letting me lick his fingers clean of the cum coating them.

  I can feel Stinger’s cock as it begins to enter my throbbing pussy. He thrusts into me as he leans back, and I reach down to try to grab his balls. I get them, and pull gently, his moans of pleasure making me ever more eager.

  Thumper’s cock is erect again, and I lick the side of it, groaning with each and every thrust the Stinger is making.

  He roars and comes, his hot jism flowing into me like lava, and I come as well.

  As I scream with pleasure, Thumper shoves his dick into my mouth, and grasps my head again, pushing me over it.

  I make mewling noises as he empties it down my throat, greedily sucking on it until I’ve emptied his balls.

  Stinger gets up, and then Thumper and he have switched places.

  Thumper pushes his rigid cock against my protesting brown hole, and shoves into it.

  I gasp, with pleasure and a small amount of pain, as he takes my anal virginity.

  As my mouth opens, Stinger is there, and I find myself licking and then taking his shaft’s entire length. His pubic hair tickles my nose, making me laugh, and I chok
e a little.

  Then, I concentrate on giving my man pleasure, as he massages my clit with his one hand, and squeezes each of my tits in turn, tweaking the nipples, sucking one, then the other, licking my neck, kissing me, while Thumper ravages my asshole.

  We all come again, and then, again…

  Until, suddenly, it happens.

  The thing I knew, instinctively, would occur the moment our lovemaking reached its height.

  We Melded…we were one.

  And, at last, I knew the truth.

  Finally spent, we all lay there, not speaking.

  We all saw it this time.

  The things that Om had shown my brothers, I, too, now have seen.

  And, I know why they couldn’t tell me about the day I would die…

  —————

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  James Norton was sweating, which was not a pleasant sensation for him.

  Normally, it would be his underlings who would be in this position. And, normally, they would be suffering a severe penalty for their inadequate performance.

  Norton knew his performance was usually perfect. It was how he had managed to climb the ranks of the organization so easily.

  But, this time, he felt he had miscalculated.

  Depending on those twins might have been a mistake.

  He knew the risk he took, what with the daughter of one of the higher-value targets on the Mandarin Connection list. The stepbrothers were mere pawns in his ultimate game.

  Still, he was not a fool. He knew that if his plan were successful, his value to the organization would improve an order of magnitude.

  When Harlon Calloway got in a mood, though, even a man as hard-bitten as James Norton could become uneasy.

  —————

  “You fully understand what is at stake, Norton?” came Calloway’s voice.

  “Yes, sir. It’s why I have taken precautions, regarding the matter. The Frenchman…” he began.

  “Why do you always put such inept fools in situations where they are bound to fail?” Calloway hissed.

  “Sir, the boy hasn’t failed me, yet?” Norton replied, puzzled.

  “He let the girl live, fool!” Calloway snarled through the phone.

  Norton held the phone at arm’s length, as if he were gripping a deadly, venomous snake.

  He winced.

  “That was unfortunate, but also an opportunity, sir? It allowed us to locate Lt. Colonel Rodgers. He had been missing, but rose to the bait, once his daughter…” Norton said.

  The string of invectives had him holding the phone out once more.

  “If I paid you to think, I would have been wasting my money!” Calloway seethed.

  “I wanted the girl dead! That would have brought him and his team to her funeral! Then, we would have been granted that ‘opportunity’ you seem to believe is so important!” he said.

  “But, hasn’t her stepbrothers done what we needed for the bigger plan, Sir?” Norton risked.

  There was a momentary silence, and for a second, Norton thought the man had hung up on him. That would not be something that he would like…

  “The plan is on schedule, but no thanks to you, Mr. Norton,” Calloway answered.

  “Our operatives have found Om Jaeger. That is the only thing that saved your hide. Do not put me in this position again. You assure that the boy, this Frenchman, finishes the job, this time. Or this will be our final conversation. Good day, sir!” Calloway said, and rang off.

  Norton realized he was sweating profusely, and it took him a good hour to regain his composure.

  He dialed a number.

  When the Frenchman answered, Norton gave him further instructions.

  “Make it look like an accident. You’re good at that, right?” he said, and hung up, the Frenchman’s laughing trailing off in his ear.

  —————

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  BEA

  “What the fuck were you all thinking?” my father yelled at us.

  He was pacing the room, and the other Alpha Team members were staring at us with daggers in their eyes.

  It was one thing that one of us had managed to ditch them, but for all three of us to do so was unprecedented.

  “Didn’t Captain Spaulding train you assholes at all?” Lt. Colonel ‘Buck’ Rodgers said, at volume, as he dressed down the men.

  “Sir, with all due respect, Sir, the girl is your daughter, Sir!” Randy said.

  My father let loose with a torrent of expletives.

  “You cut that shit out, Sailor! Flattery is going to get your ass court-martialed!” he shouted.

  I noticed one or two of the Alpha Team were smirking.

  So was Stinger.

  They had no idea where we had gone, or what we had done.

  None of us were going to tell, either.

  We had sworn our own secret oath on that!

  I was immensely happy, yet frightened, by our actions.

  Whatever happened next, I knew the love my steps had for me. And, they knew how much I loved them, in turn.

  It didn’t matter what the world was going to throw at us in the future.

  Only our love for each other mattered.

  “What are you smiling about?” Buck yelled at Stinger.

  “It’s like he said, uh…Dad. We’re your children, uh…at least, Bea certainly is, and uh, you asked us to call you ‘Dad.’ Dad,” he said, trying very hard not to laugh out loud.

  The Marine seethed at this.

  “Goddamn it!” he finally shouted.

  “I don’t know whether to be proud of you or what?” he said, exasperated.

  “Where did you go, then?” he demanded.

  “I told you, I had to go the gym, and retrieve some…” Thumper said.

  “Boy, you stow that shit right now!” Buck yelled.

  “But, uh, Dad, it’s true. I needed my playbook!” Thumper said.

  He innocently held up the tattered remnants of his playbook.

  “Then, why did they other two need to go? And, why the diversion?” the Marine asked, pinching his nose.

  “Umm, that’s Classified, Father,” I answered.

  Then, I gave him my best sad dog look, with my eyes and pout.

  “Jesus Fucking Christ! Get out of here! All of you! Dismissed!” he growled.

  —————

  Later, I overheard him on the phone with Admiral Decker.

  “Yes, Sir. The men were given a good dressing down. No, sir. I don’t really know where they went, but their story is mostly intact. They were gone about four hours. Yes, I know it is only about a half-hour to the gym, but that’s by car. They went on bicycles. What? Possibly. I will have the men check the surveillance videos from the school. Yes. Traffic cams, as well. But there aren’t that many…Well, yes, sir, I realize that. They weren’t harmed. The team was caught off guard by the explosions. M-80’s, right up against the phone handset. Blew it completely up. Made a hell of a mess. My ears are still ringing…No. I don’t know where they got them. I had the team do a sweep of the house and they found the rest of them. Some roman candles, bottle rockets, that kind of shit. No. No idea. Maybe somewhere down south? Carolinas? In any event, we’re go for the game. Yes. Yes. Good. I will let you know as soon as I find out, Sir. Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Yes, she is. They all are. Good kids, but a fucking handful, is right, Sir. Goodbye!” he said.

  “You can come out now, Princess,” he said.

  I walked into his room.

  “Uh, Dad, before you go ballistic, it was my idea, and all my fault.

  The big officer looked at me, and then sighed. He pointed at a chair.

  “Sit down, Bea. I have something to tell you,” he said.

  I took my seat.

  To my surprise, he leaned over and hugged me, then kissed the top of my head.

  “You are so much like your mother, Bea,” he whispered.

  I felt suddenly like crying, and stifled a huge sob.