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Francois grunted in warning, his fingers digging into my waist as he came. Felix slammed into me one more time, before letting out a loud roar, and a third mind-blowing orgasm sent me tumbling into unconsciousness.



I became aware again of the sound of the waves lapping at the shore of the nearby beach, as I had that morning. This time, however, I was in a warm, firm tangle of arms and legs, Felix and Francois nestled on each side of me, my head resting on Felix's bicep. Blinking, I looked up to see him smiling gently down at my face. "You're awake."

"How long was I out?" I asked, smiling and kissing his chin. "That was something else.”

“For all of us, I’m sure,” he said softly. "It's about midnight. I woke up myself just a few minutes ago."

"Felix . . . what we did, you're okay with it?"

"If I wasn't, I would have said something," he replied, kissing me just above my right eyebrow. "It was something I'd never even thought about before, but for you, I'd do anything. Also, I had assumed something similar had happened in my father's bed for years as I grew up, although the genders were switched."

I winced as I shifted my legs, my insides sore but satiated. "As great as that was, it isn't something I plan on doing on a regular basis. We're going to have to work something out."

"We will," he said assuredly. "I hope you're not meaning a calendar, though."

I laughed silently and kissed him again. "No, not a timetable. But I don't regret a bit of it. I think I’m falling in love with you. And him. It’s fun but confusing.”

"I know," Felix replied. “I’m curious as to where this goes with the three of us, but in some ways, it’s poetic. Our father falls in love with two women, who each bear him a son. The two sons fall in love with the same woman. It's very geometrically neat, isn't it?"

"Only if I have twin children from it," I replied, then blinked. "Wait . . . that's a possibility, isn't it?"

"That sex leads to children? That's what I've been told. What type of school did you go to in St. Louis?" Felix joked lightly.

I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “Wise ass.”

Felix shifted around, and I moved my head to his chest. Francois muttered in his sleep behind me, his arm slipping down to my waist protectively, and I pushed back into him. I could feel his cock against my thigh, and while my body was in no condition for more sex, I took comfort from his strength as well. My stomach grumbled, and I chuckled. "If your brother isn't up soon, I'm going to wake him up," I whispered. "After all of that, I need food. Do you happen to know if this tiny little town has a late night restaurant?"

"I'm sure there's some cantina that we can find open still," Felix said. "How do you plan to wake him up? He often sleeps like the dead."

"I bet he'll wake up if I swallow his cock," I laughed. "What do you think?"

"I think I'll pretend to fall asleep now, either to avoid watching or in hopes of getting the same treatment," Felix replied, chuckling. "Either way, it's a benefit to me."





Chapter 14





Francois





The next morning, while Felix and Jordan were deciding what to do for breakfast, I pulled my clothes on quickly. "Sorry guys, it’s not that I don’t want to debate where to get good eggs around here, but there is something I need to do."

"What’s that?” Jordan asked, still distractingly nubile and nude on the bed. "Don't tell me you are suddenly shy."

"He probably had a pre-arranged girl here that he has to break it off with," Felix quipped. "He sets those up in every town."

"I do not," I growled in frustration. "That only happened once, and I'd known her previously. And while it’s none of your business Felix, no that is not what it’s about. It’s private business of mine."

Felix shrugged, unconcerned. "Okay. When you come back, do you want to help me?"

“With what?"

"I need to learn French and Romani," Jordan said from the bed, "unless you plan on being my full-time walking translator for the foreseeable future."

"We can start with French," Felix said, "it’s more applicable to daily life."

I nodded and left them, Felix's eyes already glimmering with the idea of teaching Jordan French. Leaving the hotel, I wandered down the road toward the only real market in town, where I bought some fresh fruits and bottled drinks for later. Santa Rosalia was a mining town, with huge copper mines nearby, and as such, the water was even more polluted than most of Mexico. Even the ocean was not as clean as it could have been, but the city did try to do some things to not totally ruin the limited tourist trade.

After draining half a bottle of water, I made my way north along Highway 1, which was really the only main street in the town, to the city library, which for some reason was named after Mahatma Gandhi. Inside, the warm sun was cut down by cool shade, which in the winter months was a bit chilly, but I was certain was much appreciated by the town's bibliophiles in summer. It wasn't much of a library, but the stacks were enough for my purposes.

Another employee of our agent was waiting for me, wearing a slouched cowboy hat and looking over an old, cheap paperback Tom Clancy novel, the cover tattered and scuffed. "La Caza del Submarino Ruso," I said slowly, reading the cover. "Never a fan of that one myself."