Musketeers (aka Ruth 7)

During winter break Mark had gone out a couple of times with Janet– his once, and I'm sure he hoped to be, future girlfriend. I didn't really have an objection to Janet as a person, but I had grave misgivings about the way that she seemed to be trying to manipulate my oldest brother. Even were I to give her the benefit of the doubt, and say that her running hot and cold with him was based in her own confusion, it wasn't beneficial to Mark.

Janet loved Mark, or at least she loved particular facets of Mark. Treating him like the gem that he was, but only really enjoying him when the metaphorical light struck him in a certain way. I, on the other hand, understood that he had always been, and would always be, a diamond. Just as he was, and I had no need for somebody to use a figurative steel chisel to fracture him and diminish his carat weight while giving him a “princess cut” that would suit a fiancée or wife.

I kept an eye on my oldest brother’s apartment over the garage. When all of the variables fell into place one evening shortly after dark, my slightly older brother, Matt, and I walked up to Mark’s room, and I gently rapped on the door. Matt and I had previously agreed upon our attire, and we were both wearing big fluffy robes, which was easily understandable in light of the cold December weather.

Mark invited us in. Matt sat on the chair, while I sat down next to Mark on the two-person sofa. I believe the technical term for that item of furniture is a “love seat.” We were talking about our current situations, the holidays and the classes we were taking next semester in school. As I sat next to him, I started to idly massage Mark's shoulders. Just as I had done to both of my beloved brothers a hundred times before.

Somehow– and in any discussion among three people our age, it isn't hard to figure out how– our discussion had come around to former boyfriends and girlfriends. Then to Janet, and Mark’s recent attempts to reconcile with her.

“You deserve better than Janet,” I said.

Mark began to attempt to explain how I was only seeing some of Janet's qualities, and that she had many others that I wasn't aware of.

“Don't misunderstand what I'm saying,” I said. “I am not in any way saying that Janet isn't a good person. But I'm not sure that she sees you and her as something permanent.”

“Well I don't imagine that she would, given our ages,” Mark said. “Not too many people spend their lifetime with their college sweetheart.”

“No,” I agreed, “they don’t.

“Besides,” Mark said, looking back and forth at both of us, “neither one of you two seem to have anyone at all who is ‘really special’ in your lives right now.”

“Ah,” Matt said, looking at our brother, “that is where you would be mistaken. For both Ruth and I have found the perfect ‘someone special ‘.”

“Yes,” I added, “we have each formed a wonderful relationship that I honestly believe will last as long as either of us lives.”

“Really?” Mark said. “That's incredibly interesting. Because in over two weeks, I haven't seen any evidence of it whatsoever.”

“First of all,” I said, “you have been concentrating on reconciling with Janet.”

“That's true,” Mark allowed.

“Second of all,” Matt said, “the relationships that Ruth and I have entered into do have a certain need for discretion.”

“So tell me,” said Mark, “who are these ‘special people’, and do they perchance live in Canada?”

“How about we introduce you,” I said.

“Okay.”

“How about now, Mark? Stand up,” I said.

“Now?” Mark questioned. But he stood up nonetheless.

I stood up behind our older brother, and Matt stood up in front of him, then just as if we had choreographed it, we switched places.

I untied and opened my robe. For a millisecond Mark could see that I was naked underneath it. Then before I stepped into him, Matt stepped up into our brother's back and he took hold of my robe pulling it around both myself, Mark and half of himself.

Matt and I craned our necks over Mark’s shoulder, and we gave one another a passionate kiss. Then immediately after kissing Matt, I moved my lips to Mark’s cheek and kissed him.

“Mark,” I said, “I love Matt with every fiber of my being…”

Then I paused. Matt kissed me again before he spoke.

“And I feel exactly the same way about Ruth.”

I looked at my oldest brother, trying to ascertain if I had blown any critical circuits in his brain.

He looked more bemused than confused.

So, I very slowly approached Mark’s lips with my own. He did not turn his head. I gave him a short kiss on the lips.

“It's always been the three of us,” I said, “there isn't any reason for that to stop now.”

“You two?” Mark said.

“Oh yeah,” I answered, “every single day.”

“Twice on Sundays,” Matt allowed.

“No…”

&l dquo;Oh yes,” I said as Matt released my robe and I stepped backwards, allowing Mark to look at my nakedness.

“Isn't Ruth the most beautiful woman on Earth?” Matt asked.

“Yes, I believe that she is,” Mark said softly and sincerely.

“Then you need to watch this, big brother,” Matt said, as he took my hand and led me to the chair, where I sat down with my robe wide open and my butt on the forward edge.

Matt knelt in front of me. He gently lifted my thighs onto his shoulders, and I crossed my ankles behind his neck.

Before he began, Matt looked at Mark and said: ”Kneel down next to me big brother. Watch carefully, and I will show you exactly how our sister enjoys having her pussy eaten.”

“Uh…okay&hell ip;” Mark stammered.

“You’ll have to pass a comprehensive oral exam later,” I said, grinning from ear to ear.