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  “I believe your father disgraced himself yet again at the board meeting yesterday,” said the voice on the phone when Amos answered.

  “Um, good morning, Grandma,” replied Amos.

  “I find it hard to believe I gave birth to such an idiot. I have often wondered if he was exchanged for my baby at the hospital,” Jane continued. “The three of you will meet me in my room here at eight a.m. precisely. That’s in forty-five minutes.”

  “I was going to contact the board members before the ten o’clock meeting,” argued Amos.

  “I have already done that. Just get yourselves here on time,” the old lady ordered sharply and hung up.

  Wesley and Keziah stared at Amos, and he took a deep breath before saying, “That was Grandma. She wants us in her room in forty-five minutes. Precisely.”

  “That sounds like Jane,” replied Wesley.

  “Well, you had better go and get dressed,” said Keziah, picking up her coffee cup.

  “You, too. She said all three of us.”

  “Me? In forty-five minutes? How far away is it? What should I wear?”

  “Business clothes, she’s old-fashioned. And since it’s Sunday morning, there won’t be much traffic, but it’ll still take twenty minutes, so we need to get moving,” answered Wesley, jumping up from the table and heading for the bedroom at a jog. Amos was right on his heels, and a stunned Keziah put down her cup and staggered after them.

  * * * *

  The three raced through the retirement village hallways, stopping outside room 217. Amos pulled out his cell phone and looked at the time. “7:59. We’re early.”

  Wesley raised his hand to knock, but Amos shook his head, his gaze still fixed on his phone. Slow seconds passed. Then he said, “Now,” and Wesley rapped sharply on the door.

  “Enter,” came a firm voice from within, and Amos opened the door and ushered the other two in.

  Keziah looked around curiously. The room held a huge flat-screen TV and entertainment center, an overloaded bookcase, and a high shelf covered with tiny china ornaments. One wall was a giant window and another was almost invisible behind dozens of framed photos. The bed was an adjustable hospital one covered in a vivid purple quilt.

  And in a motorized wheelchair beside the window was a tiny old lady almost buried under a hand-knitted blanket of vibrant pink, blue, yellow, and green squares.

  The old lady’s gaze rested on the clock in the entertainment center, which showed 8:00:01. “Ha, I knew if I set you a challenge you would rise to it. The only thing that leads me to believe Andrew is, in fact, my son is the way you’ve grown up, Amos,” Jane said in a strong voice, surprising coming from such a frail body.

  “Wesley.” She acknowledged him with a nod. “Keziah, come closer to me.”

  Keziah stepped forward and said, “Good morning, Mrs. Smith-Johnstone.”

  “So you finally agreed to move in with my boys and free John to rejoin Maria and James, and then that idiot Andrew has to throw a spanner in the works.”

  Keziah wasn’t sure whether this was a question or statement, so she said nothing.

  “John said you told him you loved Amos and Wesley, and he believed you. Is that correct?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Have you told them yet?”

  “Ahh.” Keziah sighed, unsure how to reply.

  “We know, Grandma. We’ve known for months. It was just a matter of her sorting out her job situation so she could admit it to herself,” said Amos.

  Jane looked searchingly at all the faces, then nodded. “I see.”

  “Who told you about the board meeting, Grandma?” asked Amos.

  “John, of course. It takes him a lot of energy to visit me, but he usually drops by three or four times a year. After he met with Keziah yesterday, he went up to the office to see how the board meeting was going and was just in time to hear Andrew throw his hissy fit. So he came straight over here to tell me about it. Poor man had to sit in the closet for half an hour while the nurses bustled in and out, though. He doesn’t usually visit me so early in the day.

  “Be that as it may, he told me everything, and we sent for Andrew. I reminded Andrew of why his wife divorced him and moved halfway across the country to get away from him. I also mentioned that my money and shares were tied up so tightly he’d never break the will, and only you, Amos, would ever have the use of them.

  “He left, and John and I had a nice visit, then I summoned the Board.”

  “Summoned the Board?” asked Wesley.

  Jane waved at the huge TV. “Video conferencing. I may be a frail old lady, but I am not senile, and I still know how to push a button.”

  “Oh, yeah, you can push buttons all right,” muttered Keziah sotto voce.

  “I reminded the Board of a few pertinent facts about Andrew and his mistakes and about who owns the majority of the shares and has the real power in Smith Incorporated, and they all agreed with me that your private life is none of their business,” Jane concluded.

  “They—agreed—with you?” responded Amos.

  “Of course. Even Harley isn’t stupid. And Wesley’s mention of religious sexual practices was the clincher. None of them is insane enough to open up Smith to a dispute between different religious groups about how many people of what gender may or may not be having sexual intercourse in the privacy of their own homes.

  “You’d better all leave now. You don’t want to be late for your board meeting. But I do expect to be invited to your formal commitment ceremony within the next three months. Be sure to choose a wheelchair-accessible venue. The rooftop restaurant at the Smith Tower would be ideal.” Jane dismissed them with a wave of her hand.

  “Commitment ceremony?” spluttered Keziah.

  “Good-bye, Grandma, and thank you,” said Amos, crossing the room to kiss her cheek very gently.

  “Good-bye, Jane,” added Wesley, kissing her other cheek. “And you will most certainly be invited to the ceremony.”

  Keziah stammered her good-byes, then followed the men out of the room, down the hallways, and into the car. Only then did she draw breath and say, “Amos, you have the weirdest relatives. John and Jane are the most surprising, intriguing, and totally fascinating people I have ever met.”

  “Keziah, John is a ghost. I don’t think one actually meets a ghost.”

  “Whatever,” replied Keziah, waving her hand in imitation of Jane.

  They all laughed.

  * * * *

  The board meeting went like clockwork. Andrew announced he was leaving immediately for a tour of Europe and would be gone several months, and Amos and Wesley were back in the apartment before Keziah had finished preparing lunch.

  It was a lovely sunny day, so they drank their coffee on the balcony.

  “I want to fuck you both out here,” announced Wesley.

  Keziah stared at him, at the waist-high concrete wall, then at the concrete floor. “Well, okay, but I hope you have an airbed to put on the ground or else I want to be on top.”

  “I was actually thinking standing up, against the wall.”

  “But people will see.”

  “You can keep your shirt on, sweetness. We’ll all keep our shirts on, and no one can see that our bottom halves are bare,” he replied. “Come on, be adventurous.”

  Wesley took her over the waist-high wall, backed her against it, then unzipped her skirt and let it fall. His hands settled on her waist and slid inside her panties, rubbing gently across her mons and around her buttocks.

  She widened her stance so he could slide a hand between her legs, then dropped her own hands to his pants and unbuckled his belt. While she unzipped him, he gently rubbed her pussy lips with one hand and ran a fingernail around her puckered hole with the other.

  By the time their pants were around their ankles, Amos was at their side with condoms and lube.

  Wesley stepped out of his pants and underwear, then rolled a condom down his cock while Keziah untangled her panties from around her feet an
d kicked their clothing to one side.

  Wesley slid his fingers into her cunt. “God, you are so hot and wet. Dripping for us already.”

  “I’m always ready for you. The two of you just have to look at me, and I want you both. I do love you both, very much,” she replied.

  He angled her hips a bit, then slid inside her before parting his legs wide to match their heights better. Then, his hands on her butt to keep them close together, he thrust his ass out backward and said huskily, “Take us, Amos. We’re both ready for you.”

  “I can’t believe we are doing this on the balcony. But, shit, it’s exciting,” said Amos, squirting lube into Wesley’s ass and rubbing it into the walls of his rectum with a long finger.

  Every probe and rub from Amos’s fingers into Wesley electrified Keziah. Wesley’s hands on her ass gripped her tightly to him, uniting the three of them in an erotic joining that drove her crazy with lust.

  Cream dripped from her pussy, coating Wesley’s cock, and already she could sense his balls pulling up to his body in preparation for an orgasm.

  “Jeez, Amos, hurry up or the party will be all over before you arrive,” he said.

  Amos dropped the lube to the floor, unzipped his pants and rolled a condom down his cock. The he grabbed Wesley’s hips and nestled his cock at Wesley’s opening. “I’m coming in,” he breathed and pushed his cockhead into the hole.

  Wesley and Keziah held their breaths as Amos pushed past the ring of muscles and slid into Wesley’s dark channel.

  Keziah reached around both men and gripped firmly to Amos’s shirt, pulling the two men hard against her and rubbing her aching nipples on Wesley’s shirt. “Skin would feel better,” she murmured.

  “Yeah, but let’s not shock the neighbors too much,” said Amos. “Right now they can only imagine what we’re doing and think it’s their own dirty minds making up scenarios.”

  After a few jerky thrusts, Amos and Wesley got a rhythm going and thrust together, Amos into Wesley and Wesley into Keziah. Keziah just held on for the ride, gripping Amos’s shirt with her hands and pressing her breasts against Wesley’s hard wall of muscles.

  “I can feel everything,” she said. “On the one hand it’s almost like I’m watching you both fuck each other. And yet, on the other, I can feel each thrust you both make, so it’s like you’re both fucking me. Talk about the best of both worlds. This is unbelievably sexy.”

  Wesley nuzzled her neck, pressing light kisses along the little bit of exposed flesh there. “Hell yeah, it’s sexy. Fucking and being fucked with both of you like this, I can hardly hold on.”

  Amos twisted his hips, thrusting deep and hard on every stroke. Wesley matched him stroke for stroke. Keziah gripped Amos’s shirt with all her strength, twisting her hips, clenching her inner muscles, rubbing her nipples on Wesley’s shirt-covered chest.

  “A man has come out on his balcony two buildings over,” said Amos conversationally. “He’s looking at us, but his body is lower than us, so he won’t be able to see what we’re doing.”

  “Holy shit,” said Wesley and came.

  Keziah buried her face in his neck and rolled her hips so his pulsing cock scraped her walls at their most sensitive place. She, too, shattered, her nails ripping Amos’s shirt as she gripped him while the earthquake pounded through her.

  “Watching and feeling you both come around me is the best aphrodisiac,” added Amos, groaning as he joined them in climaxing.

  The three hung together in each other’s arms as the aftershocks rolled through them.

  “Wow, that was amazing,” said Keziah. “But I can’t believe we did that on the balcony where anyone could see us.”

  “Yeah, but getting back inside without being arrested for public nudity is gonna be the tricky bit,” said Wesley. “I don’t want to put my suit pants back on before I’ve cleaned up.”

  “Allow me,” said Amos grandly, picking up their discarded clothes. “Hold them in front of you, and stay close together. I’ll go last as I am still dressed.”

  So they did, racing through the balcony door and into the bathroom.

  After they had showered, Amos said, “Sasha’s will still be open for a couple of hours. I think we should take Keziah down there and get her a couple of new outfits. Tomorrow you start work for Mahoney and Richardson, and then next week you start replacing Susan, so those two suits of yours are not enough.”

  “Yeah and you need brighter shirts, too. Gold and lime green and bright pink. Maybe red. Plus the tankini,” added Wesley.

  “My suits and shirts are just fine,” protested Keziah. “If anyone needs a new shirt, it’s Amos. I just ripped his.”

  “Nah, I’ve got dozens, and it wasn’t one of my favorites, anyway. Now stop whining and come on,” said Amos, grabbing her arm and hustling her toward the door as Wesley followed them laughing.

  * * * *

  “Hi, Sasha, this is Keziah. She needs a new business suit and three or four shirts and—”

  “I do not need a suit, and the only one who needs a new shirt is Amos,” interrupted Keziah.

  “—and a tankini—”

  “Which I will choose myself.”

  Sasha, a statuesque African-American woman dressed in a shimmering silver gown that hung straight from her breasts to her toes yet still managed to hint at her hips, nodded regally at the men, sized up Keziah in one shrewd glance, then said with a sultry Southern accent, “Well come over here, sugar, and we’ll look at swimwear.”

  Although Keziah naturally gravitated to sober black and navy, Sasha encouraged her to try on a deep-green tankini with purple highlights that suited and fitted her perfectly and had the men practically sitting up and begging.

  A whirlwind hour later, Keziah was clutching a pile of bags. As well as the tankini, she had a new suit, also in that deep green that made her brown hair gleam and her gray eyes look green, a dark gold shirt to wear with it and with her gray suit, a bright pink shirt to wear with her navy and gray suits, and a pale lemon shirt that would match all three. And hugged close to her chest was a lingerie bag holding three new bras and thongs, one set in each of gold, pink, and lemon.

  “That was fun, wasn’t it?” asked Amos.

  “Well, yeah, but the bill—”

  “Will be paid for by us,” said Wesley.

  “As part of our gift to you for the commitment ceremony,” finished Amos.

  “Um, yeah, about that commitment ceremony—” she began.

  “We’ll talk about it upstairs,” said Amos, almost pushing her into the elevator.

  “But first we want to see you in your new lingerie.”

  “The pink set.”

  “And then we’ll take it off you.”

  “And lick you all over.”

  * * * *

  Keziah was rushed out of the elevator, down the hall, through the apartment, and into the bedroom. The men piled her parcels on the dresser and started ripping her clothes off.

  “Put on the pink set,” said Amos.

  “Yes, please,” added Wesley, pulling his own clothes off willy-nilly.

  By the time Keziah was wearing the tiny scraps of silk, both men were sitting naked on the end of the bed, their hands on their engorged, hard cocks, and their faces burning with lust.

  She walked across the room, shimmied a little, did a bump and grind, twirled for them, then bent over with her butt toward them. Keziah turned and slid her fingers down the front of the bra to touch a nipple.

  “Mine!” roared Amos, grabbing her hand and putting his mouth to her nipple over the silk.

  “I’ll take the pussy,” added Wesley, pulling her closer to both of them so he could slide his tongue inside the thong.

  They flipped her flat onto her back on the bed, Amos crouching at her head as he unhooked the bra one-handed, holding both her wrists together in his other hand.

  With a sigh of deep content, he sucked her entire areola into his mouth, pressing her nipple to the roof of his mouth and sucking all the
flesh firmly.

  Wesley had left her thong on. He was entertaining himself, sliding his tongue along the crease where her thigh met her body, running his tongue across her bare mons up under the edge of the thong, his tongue getting closer and closer to where she so desperately wanted it.

  Amos peeled the bra straps down her arms, following his hands with his mouth, kissing the soft skin of her inner forearms, inside her elbow, down to the inside of her wrist.

  Wesley slid his tongue into her slit, his chin holding the thong to the side to allow him access. He licked her from clit to anus, thrusting his tongue deep into her center, then twirling it around her clit, only to repeat the process. Finally he moved his mouth a little and pulled the silky thong down her thighs using his teeth.

  Meanwhile, Amos had returned to her breasts, holding the globe in his hand, rolling the nipple with his fingers, and pinching it with a force that was pleasure with just a nip of pain to excite her even further.

  Wesley spread her legs wide and moved in between them to lower his head right into her pussy, so his tongue would penetrate as far as possible. Then he nibbled along her labia, pulling each of the fleshy lips into his mouth to suck on it before releasing it to tease her clit with his tongue.

  Keziah pulled at her hands, wanting Amos to release her, wanting to hold the men to her, wanting a cock in her cunt, her ass, her mouth, anywhere. “Please, I want to come,” she begged.

  “Well, come then, sweetness,” murmured Wesley against her cunt, taking her clit into his mouth and biting it gently but firmly.

  “Come now,” reiterated Amos, pinching her nipple and thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth.

  And she came, her body shaking with spasms and her cream flowing from her cunt into Wesley’s waiting mouth.

  As soon as she finished shaking, Wesley rolled a condom on and slid into her hot, swollen center, lifting her legs up over his shoulders for maximum penetration.

  Amos released her hands and kneeled across her body. His red, swollen cock already leaking pre-cum lined up with her mouth.

  Keziah pulled his hips closer to her, then guided his shaft into her mouth, sucking him deeply, then running her tongue along the deep vein as she released him.