Page 19 of Band of Brothers - MFMM Menage Romance (Sweet Treats 8)

I look at them surprised.

“Wow, I didn’t know people would let you adopt in your seventies. That must have been a change for them.”

The brothers grin at me.

“Yeah, John and Marjorie previously had really calm, peaceful lives, and it was interrupted by three teen boys showing up at their house.”

I shake my head.

“But you had a great time, right?”

Finn, Forest and Fred look pensive.

“Yes, our lives definitely improved. We came from different parts of the United States to live with the Connaughts. I was in a group home, and Fred and Finn were with different foster families,” Finn says slowly. “It was a change to suddenly have your own bedroom in a big house with what felt like unlimited resources.”

“Plus, it came at exactly the right time because government assistance basically stops once you’re eighteen,” adds Fred. “The state expects you to go out on your own, and there aren’t a lot of support services. We were coming to that age, so the Connaughts stepped in right in time.”

I nod slowly.

“Wow, I had no idea,” is my murmur. “You guys seem so with it and together. I mean, you’re highly successful long-haul truckers, and that’s not an easy job.”

“It’s not,” agrees Forest. “But it’s something that we stumbled into, and it worked out for us. College was a no-go,” he says with a grin. “We weren’t interested in that. We’d already lived too much life by sixteen.”

“Yeah, we weren’t going to spend four years with a bunch of pampered kids who still needed help wiping their noses,” quipped Fred with a smile.

“Oh my god, that’s not fair,” I begin. “My dad wants me to go to college. But that’s not the point. My question is: when did you guys start sharing women?”

The three brothers share a long look.

“Well, the story is pretty dirty.”

I laugh gaily.

“Everything that we’ve done is already super-dirty. Trust me, I won’t be shocked.”

Their eyebrows raise, and Forest, Finn, and Fred look a bit skeptical.

“Well, our parents died when we were in our early twenties. The executor of their estate was our Aunt Gail. She’s Marjorie’s younger half-sister. She was at least thirty years younger than our mom,” begins Fred.

“Okay,” I say. “But what does that have to do with sharing women?”

The brothers exchange another knowing glance.

“Well, Gail was a very beautiful woman. Older, definitely, but not old by any means. She took good care of herself, and again, we aren’t biologically related. Plus, we didn’t really know her, and didn’t see her as family either. We’d only been adopted by the Connaughts a few years earlier, after all,” says Forest.

I stare at them.

“Is this where I think it’s going?” I ask in a slow voice. “Holy cow.”

Fred nods.

“Gail is one of those women who has always lived an exciting life. She, too, was independently wealthy, and never married. She’d spent her years doing a variety of things, such as writing books, acting in movies, and generally enjoying the good life.”

“One of the things she enjoyed the most,” adds Forest in a neutral voice, “is the attention of men. She liked being the center of attention, to be specific, and when she met us, her eyes lit up.”

I shake my head, unable to speak. This is an incredibly filthy story, and the words won’t come out of my mouth.

“Basically, one thing led to another,” continues Finn. “She was the administrator of our parents’ estate, so we began to spend a lot of time together. Aunt Gail was lively, beautiful, and a lot of fun during those dark days. She took care of us, and soon, we became something more. We were technically bound by marriage, but Gail would never let something like that stop her. Soon, we were more than ‘just friends.’”

I gasp.

“Oh my god,” is my shocked whisper. “That’s crazy!”

The three men nod.

“It is, but it stoked our appetite for sharing women. Gail taught us how to be the best men that we are, and how to lavish attention on smart, funny, and independent ladies. We love to make women feel good, and she was the first one who showed us how to live this life.”

My eyes are as wide as saucers, and I swallow thickly.

“Do you still talk to her?”

The brothers look down suddenly, their expressions crestfallen.

“No, because Gail passed away unexpectedly shortly thereafter,” says Finn in a low voice. “She taught us how to live the good life, but within a year, she, too, was gone. Gail is buried next to our parents,” he adds.

I shake my head hardly able to believe this turn of events.

“And since then, you’ve always shared women?”

Finn, Fred and Forest nod slowly.

“Yes, that’s right. We were lucky enough to discover what we liked early on, thanks to Gail. Because of that, we’ve always shared women, and to be frank, the ladies seem to like it. At first, there’s generally a bit of tension, but after they get used to it, it appears to be smooth sailing.”