Trouble in Paradise--EXCLUSIVE 3T EROTICA!

Very recently, thanks in part to a reality series on the television channel Lifetime, the name '3T' has become a household name once again in pop culture. While I have known of 3T since they first came out I didn't become a fan of theirs until about 2005, when their uncle, Michael Jackson went out of the country following his trial and acquittal. It was then I really paid attention to the talent—and unbridled attractiveness—of Taj, Taryll, and TJ Jackson, so much so to the point I created a Yahoo fanclub and began writing fan fictions. Of course my writing chops were nowhere near as honed then as they are now and with this renewed interest in these Second Generation Jacksons, I wanted to see if I still had what it takes to write a successful and entertaining erotica. If this garners a decent response, I will add writing 3T stories (and variants with single and just two members) in the months to come to add into the rotation of my Michael Jackson erotica blog. Please enjoy the story and give me your honest thoughts on it.  

“Trouble in Paradise”

A 3T Erotica By:

MJsLoveSlave

(Featuring a Non-Sexual Cameo by Michael Jackson)

The sun, once a blazing, blinding ball of yellow fire, was sinking low on the horizon, cooling off and becoming a deep, rude crimson in its last efforts to make a stand as night began to fall.

Down the main highway, linking countless and faceless podunk towns on the way to the glittering, complicated and packed metropolis that was Los Angeles, a single blue and white police car was gliding on the nearly vacant thoroughfare.

The lone officer behind the wheel would have been much happier joining his fellow brothers in law enforcement at the local pub to tie on a few and rehash their exploits of the day.

But, alas, just as he was within in blocks of the watering hole, a bulletin had come over the radio...something about an abandoned SUV, and calls about what sounded like a female screaming in the same vicinity, a few miles away in snatch of forest known colloquially as “The Thicket”.

There was no use in grumbling, cursing, or pouting; such instances were par for the course.

Turning onto the bare dirt lane—a generous description, considering how the policeman was suddenly jarred and began bouncing about in his cruiser as if he were reliving an earthquake—the cop hoped deeply within in himself, all he'd discover was a derelict vehicle, to be turned over to the impound lot.

Just an empty vehicle, and not like his call-in about a neglected sedan last Tuesday...which had the remains of a woman and her three small children in the trunk.

The squad car continued inwards on that overgrown, rutted path for a good seven miles when seemingly out of nowhere, the vehicle appeared.

An oversized, gleaming behemoth in a stark and unnatural, high-gloss silver.

An H1 Hummer.

In the nearby vicinity, what appeared to be camping equipment had been thrown carelessly about and littered the ground.

Parking and disbanding, the cop had his guard up, a sinking in his heart and a hand hovering over his standard-issue 9mm pistol.

The SUV couldn't have been abandoned long. In fact it appeared to have been freshly waxed, with no dust having accumulated on its shining exterior.

Coming, yet closer the flatfoot figured the car was the toy of some spoiled young man, judging by the ostentatious twenty-four inch, chrome spinner rims, and a vanity plate reading as TJ #1.

Where was the young man? This...this TJ?

Getting to the heavily tinted hatchback, the policeman tried to squint through the blackness, but in between the glass—which was about five shades too dark to be street legal—and the sun giving up the spirit, he couldn't make out a thing.

Swallowing hard, to psyche himself up for what would likely be a repeat of last Tuesday afternoon, a large hand gripped the handle on the hatchback and pulled.

It was unlocked and door flew up soundlessly.

The heavy, pungent aroma of a mix of several expensive colognes and perspiration overwhelmed the cop momentarily and as he gagged against it, the dome light in the center of the car illuminated, highlighting what appeared to be a gruesome scene.

Stretched along the back of the utility vehicle, one tucked right against the other, were four bodies.

Three male, one female, all nude, and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

All motionless.

The cop, down trodden and dismayed put a hand to his walkie-talkie to call in for the Homicide Squad when he noticed it.

Jewelry.

All four victims were still wearing a noticeable amount of jewelry. The men all wore bright, heavy gold and silver Rolex watches, while the young woman wore what looked to be large diamond studs in her ears, a silver bracelet with three diamond pave charms, each a different script version of a 'T', and a small ring on left middle toe.

And then one of the corpses stirred.

With a low grunt, the man, laying to the woman's immediate right, slowly pulled himself into a seated position, his hair, arranged in chin-length braids falling down and obscuring his own face, ignorant to the fact he was only a few feet away from a live weapon.

Scratching at his head, he audibly murmured to himself,

“Now who the hell left the light on....drains the battery...”

He started to rise to shut it off manually, but froze, thrown into inexplicable and frightened silence when he noticed the barrel of a gun trained on him, a stern ruddy face hovering above it.

The men locked eyes, dark eyes widened and peering into the cold blue ones looking back.

Every inch of the naked body sucked up as he tried to breathe, his lungs suddenly failing him.

Finding his voice, the man with braids gasped hoarsely,

“TJ...TJ! TJ, man, wake up! TJ!”

On the opposite side of the car, presumably TJ, a wiry man, with a deeper complexion than the braided one, grumbled,

“Damn it, Taj, if you gotta go pee again, take Taryll with your scary ass. I'm worn out--”

One word was squeaked in reply.

“Gun...”

Gold-flecked eyes snapped open and took notice of the blue steel barrel wavering between the two of them. .

“SHIT!”

The shout resounded in the forest, and startled the remaining man and young woman who wordlessly and simultaneously sat up, then seeing the weapon clutched to each other, the woman burying her head in the man's chest, his own hazel eyes consuming his face in terror.

No....no....no....

The day wasn't supposed to end like this.

Not this way, with lives barely in their twenties flashing before troubled eyes.

Hadn't they already endured enough?

Several Hours Earlier

Canyon Vista, California

Spring 2003

For nearly half an hour, a young woman had haunted the front alcove of that sprawling, ivy-covered Tudor-style manse, vainly working up the nerve to ring the doorbell.

Elaine Jeromi was consumed by a vast network of problems. Problems so specific and unique that she knew of only one person whose help she could seek.

Only one who could perhaps shed some light and guide the way through the blackness eating away at her and that had been for quite some time...

If only she could find the gumption to raise her damn hand--

Wait, wait....there it was!

Her hand was in the air and a manicured nail pressing down on the bell, an antique bronze button in the shape of an “M”.

Loudly, and far into the depths of the manor, she heard it bong something akin to the Liberty Bell. (but without cracking. Elaine was cracking enough by herself. )

A few tense moments passed, during which Elaine's dark eyes gazed back longingly at her deep plum corvette, contemplating abandoning her whole reason for visiting and bolting.

Just as she made up her mind to sprint away, there was the distinctive clicking of locks disengaging behind her.

“Elaine?” A soft, voice, so light and mild it was like wind passing through chimes as it called to her and unwillingly, the young woman turned back.

One of the carved, oak double doors had been cracked and in between them stood a slight figure.

A familiar, friendly sight that softened Elaine's heart and whisked the hardness out of her face.

Michael Jackson had always had a soothing, calming effect on her, even when he uttered no sound.

His presence there, in the early morning sunlight was no different. His slim figure in a mismatched ensemble of a red silk pajama top and black bottoms, monogrammed slippers on his large feet.

His face, taut and angular and inherently alabaster from an undisclosed skin disorder appeared all the more luminous contrasted by his thick, lustrous black hair, falling just past his broad shoulders and his deep, doe eyes, always rimmed in kohl.

His lips, tender and pink set above a clefted chin, although the cleft was barely discernible as the lower-half of Michael's face was shadowed by a beginnings of a beard. (Which would be gone soon, as Michael had a reputation for being clean-shaven.)

“H—hi, Michael.” Elaine stuttered, her nerves winning out over common sense momentarily as long arms enveloped her, pulling her against a body smelling bergamot and oranges, those tender lips pressing her forehead in his gentle way.

“Gosh, you're the last person I expected to see at this hour of the morning!” Michael declared, still hugging her, the full extent of her woes unreadable in her stance or expression. “What on Earth has you up so early?”

Elaine spouted the first lie that entered her head.

“Oh, I was on my way to the gym...” She indicated her velour tracksuit with a wave of her hand, “And you were on the way. I wanted to be polite and drop in.”

White teeth glowed as Michael beamed and ushered her into the front foyer.

“Come in. Come on in. I was just making breakfast! I'll fix you a plate too! Hope you like French Toast...”

“I love French Toast.”

As soon as the door shut out the rest of the world, the smile on the handsome forty-something's face faded out to one of sheer seriousness.

A perfectly arched brow went up and Michael asked, his voice dropping an octave,

“Now, what's wrong, Elaine--”

“Why does something have to be wrong?” She forced a laugh and if it sounded half as dead to him as it had to her, her days were numbered already. “Can't I just come see a friend? Oh Michael--”

She was silenced by the raising of a wide, flat hand.

“I know you're not on your way to the gym, Elaine. One, even though you're wearing a sweatsuit, it's cropped with your belly out, and bedazzled to death and your makeup is too perfect to be sweated off working out not to mention you've got on platform flip-flops and not sneakers! You're dressed for fashion, not fitness. And two, you have a HOME GYM! You have no reason to run out to Bally's or Gold's to exercise! Drop the charade. Don't lie to me. What is the problem?”

Feeling as exposed as if she were nude with a spotlight on her her, Elaine could only lower her head and stare down at her toenails, painted a glittery navy to match her manicure and outfit.

The heavy silence permeated the front hall for a long moment.

And the same hand which had stopped her, now gripped her shoulder knowingly.

“Is it about my nephews?”

Again, the voice was comforting and sentimental.

Elaine only bobbed her head once, her long, waved ponytail swishing down her back.

The hand slid down her arm and took her hand, small, cold and trembling.

Elaine allowed herself to be led to the back of the house and seated at the round, ebony table of the breakfast nook, where before her steaming slices of fried bread, smothered in maple syrup and plump raisins appeared, a mug of coffee placed beside it.

An identical platter was set out for the master of the house.

There was the sound of cutlery moving against china as Michael commenced eating, but Elaine's plate remained untouched.

Speaking through sticky, glossed lips, Michael urged,

“Please...I know you want to talk about it. That's why you came here...please, just tell me. It can't be all that awful. I do want to help you.”

A disenfranchised sigh left scarlet lips.

“All...alright...”

The plate was pushed aside, and her hands were folded atop the place setting.

“You know the arrangement I have with your three nephews, how we live together?”

she glanced up through a fringe of false eyelashes and found Michael nodding, his mouth bouncing as he chewed.

That was no secret to the uncle. Elaine had been proverbially shacking-up with Michael's nephews Taj, Taryll and TJ for close to two years. “Living in Sin with a Safety Pin” as he had jokingly referred to it on more than one occasion although now was not the time for laughing matters.

“I'm starting to have trouble...with all three of them.”Her eyes squinched closed as a sharp, fresh pain lit her heart and she felt she would fail herself.

Somewhere inside of her an ounce of tenacity and fire compelled her to continue.

“It's not the obvious sort of trouble you'd expect of three men sharing a girlfriend; they're not jealous of one another. Not at all. They all get on beautifully. It's just...how they treat me--”

“They haven't put their hands on you, have they?” Michael declared his fork clattering to the tabletop and Elaine instantly recoiled, understanding his meaning.

“Lord no! You know they'd never hit me Michael! They would never do that! Don't even think such a thing!”

The end of her ponytail was in her hands being rapidly twisted.

“They wouldn't abuse me...not like that. But...I ….I do feel like they've been taking advantage of me lately.”

She stood abruptly and went to the bay window looking out to the Olympic-sized pool behind the house, light sparkling on the blue water.

“They do provide well for me. Better than anyone I've ever been with before, especially with the three of them pooling their funds. Between Taryll giving guitar lessons, Taj giving piano lessons, and TJ giving singing ones, we live more than comfortably with the allowance my trust fund provides...”

She trailed off and her arms wrapped herself, her bare midriff sucking in, the tiny white gold hoop in her bellybutton shaking as she exhaled worriedly,

“If my parents ever found out how I really lived, with three men, they'd probably disown me and cut me off completely.”

“You've been with my nephews for two years, Elaine. How do you parents think you live, really?” Michael spoke around his mug as he sipped java.

Elaine kept staring outside.

“They think Taryll is my only boyfriend...my steady. Mother even keeps hinting she's waiting for him to ask me to marry him, we've been together so long. Get the show on the road, so to speak...”

Another brick-like laugh fell.

“They'd freak if they knew I was not only living with a crowd of men, but all brothers to boot! Full brothers, from the same set of parents! Not half-siblings, not cousins, but brothers!”

Hands pressed the cool panes of glass as Elaine tried to maintain her composure.

“They think Taryll pays the other three-quarters of the rent at the condo, not splitting it with two other guys! They think he bought my corvette, when its really a birthday gift from all three of them! They think this--”

She held up her left wrist displaying a white gold bracelet, three very different diamond pave 'T' charms dangling from it,

“--they think all the 'T's stand for 'Taryll'! They don't know about Taj or TJ! Several times my folks have dropped in unannounced with the other brothers there and they think they're just 'visiting'! They don't know they live there! The condo is their home too!”

She spun suddenly, the look of a deer in headlights gripping her beautiful face and draining it of its color.

“You're the only one I can turn to Michael. The only one! You don't judge me! You don't think I'm some nymphomaniac for being with three men at once. You treat me like a human! Why, I can't even go to Tito and he's the 'Teez' own father! He...”

Elaine staggered forward and gripped the back of her chair so hard her knuckles whitened, as the very though was so painful to her.

“Tito hates how we are, how we live. Can't understand how all three of them can be hung up on the same girl. Thinks we're all crazy. Tito's just waiting for it to fall apart. Has been ever since he threw u us out after we came clean about our lifestyle. He's told me to my face if I cause a brawl between his sons and they wind up shooting or stabbing or choking each other, he'll find a way to put my ass in jail! He won't hear me! Tito hates me! He hates me! Do you know what he calls his sons? Three shades of Caligula! Our house is a Den of Depravity. He's said this, Michael! Your brother! And I can only imagine what he calls me when I can't hear him!” Elaine cried bitterly and Michael patted at his mouth with a napkin, offering

“I'm sorry, Elaine...Tito has certain ideas. He's not broad minded, not very--”

“He won't hear me. He never has.” She shook her head and sagged over the chair.

“I can't even go to my girlfriends. They're all envious because they think I have three gorgeous men at my beck and call and its just not so. They think my life is one nonstop orgy. You should hear them. Alice, Jennifer, Stacie, Eb and Lilac....they always say, 'Oh Elaine, you must get some kind of wild pipe every night!” Something you'd see on Cinemax after hours, but it's just not so!”

She punched the chair.

“Like I said, your nephews take care most of the expenses, food, bills, buy me pretty things, but there's more to it than just what money can do, you know?”

It encouraged her to see Michael nodding in agreement.

“What I really want...is...is attention from them.”

She hugged herself a faraway cast coming to her eyes giving a dreamy appearance to her features.

“Oh, when we first got together, were were always cuddling and snuggling and kissing. The guys were always leaving little love notes and flowers. Writing and singing little songs to me. Each one had a specific rose they'd leave. Taryll's were red, Taj's were yellow and TJ's were white. Little simple things that make a girl happy. That doesn't happen so much now...”

Elaine returned to the window. Staring out not at the pool but over the mess her life had disintegrated into.

“Now, I'm more maid than anything else. Taj, Taryll and TJ give lessons most of the day. There's kids coming in and out the house, going to the three rooms they converted for lessons. I try to stay out their way when they're working, and I keep house, cleaning and things. I didn't want some fancy maid to distract them so I do it myself. Mother would dieat the very idea of a Jeromi doing menial tasks, but I do it to keep busy and be near them. They knock off around five in the evening. And if they aren't hanging around that X-Box I gave Taj for his birthday, they're running out to play sports. Baseball, soccer, hockey, football, golf, they're a regular ESPN coming and going! Sometimes they're gone half the night and come back sweaty and grody and funky to high hell! And then with all that manly machismo flowing through them at least one wants to....you know....”

Michael cleared his throat three times before finally making the embarrassing inquiry.

“Then....you're, ahem, intimate, regularly?”

Shoulders raised and dropped.

“I guess so. The 'Teez' don't lack for stamina, but God, TJ is a Freak McNasty--”

An arc of coffee spewed from Michael's mouth as he busted up abruptly, trying to mop up the mess with a napkin.

“Hoo! Hoo! Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm sorry! I'm sorry Elaine! That caught me off-guard! What did you say? Freak--”

“--McNasty!” Elaine reiterated and couldn't help giggling herself. “He struts around the house like he's Ron Jeremy! He just thinks up the most outlandish crazy shit to do...”

“And you prefer romance?” Michael rose and was clutching her shoulders once more.

“Yes. They don't have to be Romeo every day out the year, but I'd like to see some kind of effort. It was nice to start, but not really anymore...Sometimes...” Large eyes glistened with a haunted glaze at Michael under her thin, arched brows. “Sometimes...I want to just call it quits with all of them.”

“Oh no.” Michael was shaking his head as if his own relationship had fallen apart. “Don't--”

“Well I don't know what in hell to do or how to handle it, Michael! They don't listen when I try to talk to them. I should be surprised it lasted as long as it did, crazy ass arrangement. This isn't Three's Company!--”

“We're off to see the Wizard...the Wonderful Wizard of Oz...”

The kitchen was filled with the sound of Munchkins chirping as Michael's Blackberry began ringing.

“Hold on.” He excused him and snatched it up from the counter where it continued jangling.

“...because, because, because...because of the wonderful things he does!....”

His brows went up and eyes swept Elaine as he put it to his ear.

Her entire body went rigid as he answered,

“Hello Taryll...what? Have I seen Elaine? You mean she's not with you?”

Their eyes met.

“She usually wakes you up to get ready for your first lesson and you overslept by an hour? She wasn't there? No breakfast? No note? Nothing?”

Elaine was chewing on her lips. Taryll would mention the lack of breakfast.

Anyone accustomed to having a stack of pancakes and crisp bacon strips greeting them each morning would get spoiled.

Michael was thumping his fingers along the counter.

“Yeah, she was here, but she's already left--”

A hand was flagging at he as she tried to protest the lie.

“Well, I want you and your brothers to come to my house now, I want to talk to you. Cancel your lessons. We have to talk! Are you at home—you're at McDonald's?”

Elaine scoffed. They couldn't have been that worried if they were stuffing their damn faces with junk.

“When you get done, I'll be waiting here. I mean it. Come...here.”

Before he had even set the device down, he was giving orders,

“Elaine, go put your car in my garage, I have a scathingly brilliant idea...”

And the idea was brilliant.

Elaine would hide her car in Michael's garage giving the appearance that Michael was indeed at home alone.

She would then sit on the staircase leading up to the second floor, out of sight, but within earshot once the 'Teez' showed up for their powwow. Michael wanted to get to the meat of the matter and see how they thought about Elaine...

...and Elaine desperately prayed it was something she wanted to hear.

BONG!

When the door bell rang, she felt her heart skip a beat.

Below her, Michael passed , a finger to his lips indicating she keep quiet.

A moment later, the door opened and Michael was greeted by a trio of voices mirroring his own, feather light and whispery.

From where she was seated, Elaine had a bird's eye view down into the living room, as through a pair of pocket doors off the foyer, Michael entered, his nephews sauntering in after him.

They didn't appear too distraught over her disappearance.

And strangely her lovers entered in chronological order.

Firstly there was TJ, the youngest of the three, the Freak McNasty , as Elaine had so labeled him.

He was a tall lean, man of twenty-four, with a healthy, dark complexion, further deepened from all his time in the sun preoccupied with his damn sports.

His looks was that of the exotic, due to his lineage of mixed Black, Dominican and Puerto-Rican blood. His hair, tapered on the sides of his head, culminating in neat curls sticking willy-nilly all over his crown. His eyes under extremely bold, wide and arched black brows, cutting across his smooth brown forehead were dark and flecked with gold, that only the right light settings brought out.

(Author's Note: It was three years before I saw a picture of TJ that showed the true coloring of his eyes and I got a few lives from it!)

TJ was model beautiful.

He walked along, clutching a small Styrofoam cup of coffee, dressed for comfort in a plain white tee, and loose red sweat pants with sneakers.

Behind him, Taryll was sipping from a large cup of coffee. Taryll liked coffee more and always took a bigger sized cup.

Taryll was slightly shorter than his little brother, two years his senior, and was a unique study compared to TJ.

While TJ bore their father's complexion, Taryll was lighter with a golden-bronze complexion more akin to their mother's. He also possessed the lightest eyes, a greenish hazel that had also been handed down from Mrs. Jackson.

Taryll, although perhaps ten pounds heavier than TJ, was just as fit and lean, his own figure showing through another plain tee, and hunter green sweat pants with tennis shoes.

His hair was of a looser curl pattern than TJ's and dark brown as opposed to TJ's stark black.

He had fine, mildly androgynous features that were arresting when added to his stature and fine coloring.

Taj, the oldest at five years older than TJ, resembled their father Tito the most facially and in stature . He was light as Taryll, but his round face was completely his father's, serious and stoic as if deep in thought when not actively interacting with another person. His form was also the thickest, but by no means could he be called fat, Elaine had seen what he'd looked like unclothed many,many times, to attest to that fact, although at the moment he was slightly more dressed “up” than his siblings, in a light blue Los Angeles hoodie and light-washed baggy jeans with sneakers.

Always present, clinging to his back like the hump to Quasimodo, was the black backpack he carried on his person at all times.

After two years of involvement, Elaine still didn't know what the hell he kept in that bag.

And much to her dismay, Taj, his face half-hidden by the long box braids, in varying shades of dark and red-brown was gnawing after the last bits of what appeared to be an Egg McMuffin.

They had been seeking Elaine, but Taj had had time to get a sandwich to go.

Figured.

In the main seating area of Michael's living room two plaid sofas faced one another, a low, marble coffee table between them.

TJ and Taryll swiftly occupied the opposite ends of the couch facing Elaine, while Taj paused to remove his pack, and started to back around to the second couch, only to find Michael's hand on his bicep guiding him to sit between his younger siblings.

Taj's backside hadn't hit the cushions properly before Michael launched into his tirade.

Arms behind his back, fingers intertwining, Michael had the hard edge of a general addressing his troops following a defeat.

“You boys called me asking about Elaine and she was here. And we had a nice, long talk about the three of you.”

All three froze mid action: TJ drinking coffee, Taryll absently picking at his hair and Taj's chomping, mouth hanging open, showing a mangled mess of macerated English muffin, egg, cheese and ham.

Taryll spoke first, his voice incredulous.

“Us? What'd she say about us, to you?”

“What could she say?” TJ scoffed setting his cup down.

Hands circled Michael's slim waist. “Plenty. Came to me upset because she thinks you three are ignoring her and taking her for granted--”

Expressions of surprise cross three different, handsome faces, Taj swallowing loudly, Taryll's jaw dropping and TJ's brows raising to his hairline.

“Granted? Well, I damn sure didn't know...” Taryll remarked more to himself than those around him before turning to them, “Did you guys know she felt like that?”

“No...” Taj finished off his sandwich and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand.

“Hell no, had no idea. She didn't say anything--” TJ started and was over talked by Michael.

“She shouldn't have to tell you. If you've got a woman, you're supposed to be in tune to her wants and needs. You're old enough to know that! TJesus, did any of you knuckleheads even ask her how she was doing?”

“No...” The 'Teez' answered in such remarkable harmony it was almost as though they hand sang the word.

“That's just selfishness! I'm disappointed in you! A beautiful young woman cleans and keeps tidy all day and I'm sure she feeds you, makes....makes love to you--”

“We offered to get a maid so she wouldn't have to do the work, Uncle Mike...” TJ stared up at him, eyes glassy. “So she wouldn't have to do all that. She said no--”

“But do you know why she does everything?”

“Glutton for punishment?” TJ cracked and his brothers snickered.

“Quit being a goddamned comedian!' Michael snapped and the grins left their faces.

“Sorry...” Heads hung.

Michael popped a fist in his open palm.

“She told me she did it to be close to you three clowns. She wants attention from you. She's a woman. And it's pitiful for a woman to have not one but three men and be lacking for attention!”

“Well, we keep inviting her to the park for our games, she keeps declining. She's not too big on sports like us.” Taryll shrugged, as Taj opened his backpack, producing a second McMuffin, adding,

“She quit the park after we played baseball and she got bit all over by some mosquitoes. The Off spray didn't work for her. She itched for weeks.”

“But Elaine's girly like that. Rather have her hair and nails done than be sliding into home plate. That's just how she is.” TJ explained and the others nodded in agreement.

Michael visibly bristled and he inquired of his nephew,

“Did it ever go through that long crooked head of yours to do an activity that included her...damn it, TJ!”

Sinking back into the cushions, the corners of TJ's mouth curled up happily and his eyes shone nastily, giving him a somewhat Joker-from-Batman look as his brain fell off into the gutter with a splash.

“Something that keeps you vertical TJ! Get that perverted look out your eye!”

Grin growing ever larger, TJ chortled,

“I can do it just as well standing up as I can laying down—OW!”

His soul flew from his body and hit the wall behind him as Michael smacked him on the head with the palm of his hand.

“Tito Joe, You know good and well there's more to a relationship than sex--”

“But its so fantastic. Have you seen Elaine's body? I mean those huge titties alone—OW! Quit hitting me Uncle Mike! OW!”

TJ was doing his best to duck out the way of Michael's large hand as he began to whack him around the head to get his attention.

“She is more than a body!”

“But it's such a glorious body—OW!”

“We know it's not a nonstop orgy...” Taj was the voice of reason, and Elaine sat up, gripping the banister, as he'd used the same terminology as she not so long ago.

“Yeah, everyone knows that. Elaine is nice, she takes care of us. Like the time old dumbass on the other end of the couch busted my nose kicking a soccer ball in my face. She held a tissue to it, until it stopped bleeding and then put ice on it to stop the swelling. Then she put makeup on it to hide the bruising when we had dinner with her folks the same night.”

“You always bring up that ball shit!” TJ growled hitting the arm of the chair with a curled fist. “I told you I was sorry for that in 2001 when it happened and I'm still fucking sorry, but quit bringing it up, when I been apologized for it--”

Taryll waved his hands in front of him in disagreement.

“I'm going to keep on bringing it up as I like because if you'd spoiled my damn face she might have left me and then I'd have to put that ball up your stringy ass! When I first met her, Elaine complimented my nose! Said it made me look like the Black guy from 'Miami Vice'--”

“But we live in California! You met in 2001—Miami Vice went off the air in 1989! I was eleven! And so was she, we're the same age! ”

“This whole thing your damn fault anyway TJ!” Taryll accused out of the blue and was up on his feet, TJ rising quickly after, chest inflating,

“Now, how the hell you figure that--”

Taryll's eyes glowed emerald with rage.

“Cause your dirty-minded ass the one that knew she was my girlfriend from the word say jump, and was breaking your back every which way to entice her ass out from under me anyway!”

“Taryll--”

“I'd bring her by the house to see Dad and you get your ass out there in them low-slung basketball shorts, with no shirt on. And don't think I didn't see you squirting the water and suds on yourself like you were the chick in Flashdance!”

Taj smartly avoiding the confrontation, hunched over his backpack, removing a third McMuffin.

Had he kidnapped the fast food workers and had them turning out little sandwiches for his enjoyment?

Tossing his head, TJ simpered scornfully,

“She must have liked what she saw, cause she flung that pussy--”

“She ain't fling shit! You flung your pencil-dick! I'm gonna tear your ass apart for that!”

“Well I didn't hear her saying stop!”

Taryll lunged forward, not seeing Taj bent and eating.

He crashed into Taj, kneeing him in the side, in an attempt to grab his younger sibling.

UGH was the only sound Taj made, winded.

“What the fuck, Taryll!”

Instead of grabbing his throat as he was aiming, Taryll caught the fabric of his sweatpants and as he went down squishing Taj beneath him, sending the Egg McMuffin flying, the pants came down, revealing the scant, bright turquoise mesh bikini underwear TJ had on that left quite a little to the imagination, and his toned legs, gleaming with cocoa butter.

“You pantsed me! Asshole!” TJ exclaimed, staggering and trying to yank his trousers back up.

“My food!” Taj hollered reaching for it as it landed near Michael's feet.

“That was my last one! Goddamn it! Taryll get your ass off me, I can't breathe!”

“You talking about Miami Vice, and you the bastard wearing candy colored drawers!” Further pushing Taj into the floor, Taryll used him for leverage and was on his feet stepping over him reaching after TJ who, still struggling with his sweatpants was trying to back away, tangling in his own feet and plopping out of sight behind the couch.

Taryll also disappeared taking a flying leap as Taj crawled over to Michael and was trying to salvage the remnants the McMuffin.

“I'm a big man and he's knocking my meals out my hand...”

As the sound of punches landing were heard, Taryll declared,

“You're the one who said we could share her. We could all go together and look at it now! She's run off and we don't know where she is. I was a damn fool to listen to your hot and bothered ass! Let me hit you in your mouth since that's where it started.”

“I can hit too Bro!”

“OW!”

“OW, let go of my nipple! I'm twenty-seven! I'm too old for a Purple Nurple!”

“You ain't too old for an ass-whipping!”

“Like hell!”

More blows landed, and their feet, Taryll's on top of TJ's were wiggling as the pair scuffled.

“Children, they're all children....” Elaine thought to herself contemptuously.

And she was trying to restore the relationship with them? Two fighting wildly and the third trying to pick food off the floor?

Michael stiffened and hollered, at the manic scene unfolding.

“No wonder Elaine wants to leave all three of you! If you're behaving like this!”

“Leave?”

Voices too incredibly shrill and fragile to have come from men filled the room.

The McMuffin tumbled from Taj's hands and behind the couch, Taryll's and TJ's heads slowly raised, hair mussed and rumpled, faces set to stunned.

A bruise was already forming on TJ's left cheek.

“Did...” Taj looked back at his siblings then up at Michael. “Did you say Elaine was going to leave us?”

From her perch, Elaine could clearly see Taj going pale as his eyes swelled with disbelief.

Solemnly Michael's head bobbed.

“But she can't! We....we love her!” TJ exclaimed and without thought was helping Taryll to his feet, despite having been socked in the jaw seconds ago.

“Yeah, I've loved her since I met her!” Taryll announced, his bottom started to protrude and quiver.

“She told you she was leaving us?” Taj, still seated on the floor was trying to make sense of it all, and pushed his braids back uncovering his round face, and teacup ears. “She's that unhappy? She wants to leave us! ”

Broad shoulders drooped.

“Jesus Christ!” Taryll his legs failing him as he got around the couch collapsed on it. “Elaine can't just...can't just goooo!”

The last word came as a guttural cry.

Elaine was close to breaking the wood of the banister as Taryll's beautiful eyes flooded with tears and he covered his face with his hands shoulders bouncing with each wrenching sob.

“Elaine...left....us....Oh my God! I don't think I can take it! Someone help me! Taj!”

“I don't believe it...I can't. I refuse to!' Taj climbed to his feet, fists clutching and clenching at his sides. “She wouldn't leave!”

“Uncle Mike just said she was!” Taryll, taking the hit hardest as he'd been with Elaine the longest, bellowed, his face crimson. “Why the hell would she lie to him?”

Taryll clutched at his throat,

“God, I can't breathe! Taj, please!”

“Damn this! Damn all this!” TJ announced, digging in his pocket, producing a black flip phone.

“I'm going to call her! Should have probably called her when we noticed she was gone--”

Elaine was quick to shut her phone off to avoid it ringing only feet away.

“Yeah, call her! Call her! Taryll calm down, please, Bro!”

“But, I miss her already!”

Taj joined Taryll on the couch, throwing an arm around his shoulders as TJ punched all the numbers at the same time.

“It'll be okay!”

“Will it?” Taryll barked, covering his face again. “That girl's my world!”

“I know. She's mine too...” Taj's voice cracked and he sucked in his lips to contain himself.

Elaine was numb.

They did care.

Mashing the phone to his head, alarm caused his eyes to widen and those brows to mesh with his hairline.

“It's gone straight to voicemail—Elaine! Elaine! It's TJ! Please! Call me back Baby! Uncle Mike told us—Oh Elaine please! Everything we did, we're sorry. Please! We're sorry! Call us. We all have our phones—please! I love you! You know I love you! Elaine! Baby, please! FUCK! ”

Disgusted, he threw his phone out of sight into the hall, turning and completely kicking over an arm chair.

In the melee, Michael slipped away, leaving the brothers to themselves with their spy as they tried to pick up the pieces of their all too swiftly shattered lives.

“TJ, quit trying to break shit! She can't be too far away! Elaine probably went to her parents' house! That's only a few blocks from here! We can call there--” Taj reasoned and was hollered at.

“We can't call! And Taryll's crying too hard to even link a sentence and it'd look funny if one of us called asking about her! Aw shit!”

“Shut up TJ, I'm hurting here!” Taryll threw a pillow, completely missing TJ, with it landing in the unlit hearth and leaned against the arm of the couch, continuing to tremble.

Was he going into shock?

“And what do you think I'm doing? Knitting a sweater with my ass hairs? Elaine is out there alone. That girl's gorgeous. She can have any man she wants and she chose us! We gotta find her before someone snatches her!”

“Don't say that!” Taryll screamed. “I can't stand the thought of her with someone else!”

“Then we'll call the police! Tell them we got a missing person—” Taj interjected, clapping his hands.

“Three men trying to track down a single woman with a trust fund? Are you trying to get us sent to jail man?” TJ was shaking his head so hard the bones in his swan-like neck popped.

“Oh Elaine...” Taryll broke in wiping at his eyes and sniffling loudly.

“We fucked up fellas. We really fucked up, oh my God. We had it made. Good work, nice home, beautiful girl....she cooked and cleaned for us. Even did the laundry. Do you know what kind of stank I have on me after playing ball all the night? A mutant funk scientists can't even name, and she'd just pick up the clothes while I was in the shower. Put out towels and a robe for me...even buy that expensive imported soap just to smell it on me...”

“Yeah...” Taj and TJ sighed dreamily as Elaine would do the same for them.

“And then she'd cook. Learned all our favorites. Learned to make Dominican food, special for us.” TJ smiled sweetly. “And made special carb heavy stuff for me when I had to bulk up for baseball season, cause I always lose a little over the winter.”

“She knows I don't like fish and even when she'd cook it, she'd make something extra for me.” Taj lowered his head and was wiping at his own tears, now, hiding behind his braids. “I love her so much.”

“That girl is gold. And we got lazy and didn't show her we appreciated it. Didn't show her we cared...damn...” Taryll fell back and stared overhead while TJ picked up a cushion and held it to his chest woefully.

“She never knew she could come to us.” Taj stated to no one in particular his voice hushed. “We should have listened to her and paid attention. Uncle Mike is right. I wish she were here right now...

Taj came up with a Kleenex and dabbed after his nose, glowing red,

I'd tell her she could call on me, anytime, anywhere, anyplace for anything...”

The tissue was thrown back in, and tears dripped in after it.

“Goddamn.”

“Yeah, yeah.... me too.” The others echoed somberly, as Elaine decided to make her presence know.

Slowly she eased her way down the steps and over to the opposite side of the coffee table, facing them.

Taj, rifling through his backpack for the umpteenth time suddenly chuckled,

“You know...I can almost smell Elaine's perfume. You know, the one you got for her last birthday Taryll, what's it called?”

Taryll still, looking upwards folded his hands across his belly and chuckled

“Rive Gauche. It means 'gaudy' in French. I thought it was funny because Elaine isn't gaudy at all. She's one of the classiest women I know... I can almost smell it now too. She always just enough to drive me crazy. ”

“We all must be going loony” TJ clutched the pillow tighter. “Now, I swear I can smell....”

TJ stopped mid-sentence as he caught sight of Elaine first.

The statuesque, curvaceous brunette in the deep blue tracksuit that set off olive coloring just so, and hugged every last curve to her.

“Elaine...”

The pillow fell to the floor as TJ stood, blinking as though trying to make sure she wouldn't fade before his eyes.

As he blinked more a single tear slipped down his cheek.

“...you're here.”

“What?” Confused, Taryll and Taj stared at him, and heads slowly turned towards Elaine.

“Somebody pinch me.” Taryll gasped, hanging onto Taj as they stood.

And suddenly, Elaine was enveloped.

Being embraced tightly by each man,in turn feeling their solid live bodies against hers, smelling their colognes, feeling the touch of their lips on hers—Taj's mouth tasted of the salty McMuffins, while the others were of sugary coffee. Warm, sweet, sensuous and moist.

The foursome hung onto each other a long, long moment.

Speechless only the sound of breathing and heartbeats surrounding them.

And in that moment, Elaine knew it.

She knew everything would be alright.

It didn't have to be said. She simply felt it.

Clinging to her three men, she whispered, her voice quivering, afraid she too would cry,

“I want to go home.”

“We'll take you home.” Taryll vowed, voice strained, his face shining through his tears, now joyous.

Gentle brushing her hand over his cheek, Elaine tasted the tear, teasing,

“You big Crybaby.”

“I'm your Crybaby.” Taryll's lips touched hers again and his hand clutched after hers.

Slinging his pack over one shoulder, Taj was holding her other hand, the charms on her bracelet, tinkling against the silver Rolex circling his wrist.

She jumped as TJ ran a finger down the center of her exposed back, to the waist of her hip-hugging track pants.

“Come on...” Gently, tentatively, Elaine was led out the front foyer.

The last thing Elaine saw as they stepped out was Michael Jackson, at the far end of the foyer watching them go.

And smiling.

“...were you really as worried as you claimed, or was that all a tremendous put on for you Uncle?”

Elaine wondered, a telling smirk on her face as she glanced around the grey leather interior of the hulking, pearl-silver H1 Hummer that had been TJ Jackson's gift to himself the previous Christmas, as it now swung off the main drag, starting slowly down a small, wooded lane off in a patch of woods she only knew as “The Thicket”.

Her own brown eyes met three sets each in turn, Taryll's bright, gleaming hazel, TJ's a deeper gold-brown beneath his meticulous bold brows, watching her through the rearview mirror and Taj's true brown ones, barely visible through his fringe of braids.

“What do you think?” Taryll murmured, taking one of her hands in his bringing it to his mouth, pecking the top of it ever so gently.

With her free hand, she brushed her knuckles against his smooth, bronzed cheek.

“You tell me.”

Leaning closer to her, Taryll's eyes widened and his breath was warm on her face.

“Do I have to tell you...”

The eyes fluttered shut as his lips touched hers, warm, delicate...

Unconsciously his arms wrapped Elaine's bare waist and she was pulled up into his lap.

Obliging, she had her arms around his thick neck, holding his head over hers, and giggled suddenly.

“What?” Taryll smiled, looking so boyish and handsome over her, as she giggled again.

“Ha-ha, ha-ha—Taj!”

On the opposite end of the seat, Taj holding her feet in his lap had removed her flip-flops and was lightly tickling the bottoms of them.

Thought his round face was barely visible through his hair, Elaine could make out the sheepish grin

Her laughs went down Taryll's throat as he smooched after her some more, mouth sliding down to her throat. He commenced sucking openly and Elaine thought she heart him whisper something about leaving her covered in 'passion marks'.

At the same time, she felt Taj's lips touch the top of her foot.

“What's this...? What's this?” Fingertips flicked the zipper on her cropped sweatshirt. “What you hiding under there Elaine?” Taryll teased and pecked the reddening flesh of her throat again, brows furrowing with faux curiosity.

Gingerly, the zipper was eased down in a few tugs.

“Oh....oh....now would you look at that...” Taryll chuckled lasciviously as a pair of immaculate, tear-drop shaped breasts were revealed to him.

Snickering, Elaine covered her face before slapping at his shoulder.

Leaning back, he turned to look at his older brother.

Taj was now bent, sucking on Elaine's left ankle as Taryll had been on her throat, eyes closed in his concentration.

“Hey--” One of his prominent ears was plucked, garnering his attention and mild embarrassed a hand went to his mouth.

“Huh?” Taj mouthed the word, before a hand came up and swept his braids back completely uncovering his face his brows going up at the sight of the mammaries intermittently rising and falling with each breath Elaine took.

“Oh...” Any trace of the cherub that Taj Jackson truly was vanished as his face twisted with a smile that could have been called devilish, but in the greatest sense of the word.

“Yeah....yeah...” Taryll waved a hand over the flesh spheres as Elaine leaned and kissed his throat, mildly bitter from his cologne.

The braids fell back into place as Taj loosened the zipper on his own sweatshirt, flinging it into the back of the vehicle, uncovering a Star Wars tee featuring Chewbacca and picking his way across the seat.

Motioning between himself and Taryll he wondered, “You want to...?”

Taryll nodded and Elaine's head fell back, banging against the door of the car, and each man took to a breast, going after the fleshly brown nipples on the tip of the olive orbs.

Between Taryll's straightforward sucking and Taj's teeth gently gnawing at the little ripened bud, Elaine was suddenly going up in flames, her complexion going rosy, goosebumps breaking out on every surface of her dermis, bare feet sliding against the glass of the opposing window.

One hand was threatening to tear a hole in the pricey custom upholstery, as she gripped it to try to maintain her wits, a rude throbbing on her sparking, the other first on the back of Taj's neck, then eventually taking a hand full of his braids and yanking on them so hard, his head snapped back with a pop.

Dropping to his knees on the baseboard, Taj managed to loosen her grip, leaving the hand flailing as he attacked the teat again, continuing to chew on the nipple.

The car fell silent, except for the sound of muffled sucking and lightly labored breathing.

TJ, whom had been focused on the endless stretch noticed the sharp silence and his golden-brown eyes glanced up at the rearview mirror.

Where he saw only Elaine's bare feet pressing his window and slammed on the brakes bringing the behemoth to a screeching halt. Thankfully, they were the only vehicle on the road at the time or it would have caused an enormous crash.

“Hey!” He twisted in his seat, eyes bulging over the scene unfolding in his backseat. “What in the hell are you doing in my car?”

Pulling his mouth off the tit just far enough to speak, Taj grunted,

“None of your damn business!”

“Aw hell no!” TJ spun back around in his seat and with a dull roar the Hummer took off at such an increased rate of speed, his elder siblings raised up, Taryll clutching Elaine to him.

Coasting down the road, TJ leaned over the wheel, announcing through gritted teeth,

“If anyone is going to fuck in my car, it better be my own Black ass!”

The wheel was turned and the Hummer left the main drag, starting down an unpaved, tree-lined that once could describe as a road, in the barest sense of the word.

“Hey! Hey! Goddamn, it TJ!”

“Shit! My head! Ow! Ow!”

“You made Elaine hit her head!”

“You damn fool! You trying to kill us?”

“Horny ass!”

“Wait till I get my hands on you!”

“Crazy ass!”

“TJ, stop!”

“You're gonna tear up ten grand in rims!”

Anguished screams erupted from the back of the car as it violently accelerated over the rough and ragged terrain, throwing the three every which way against each other.

With the highway but a faint memory in the distance, the Hummer came to a stop, the engine being shut up.

“I know I'm the youngest....” TJ was flinging the driver's door open and leaping out, his white tee flying back in as he ripped it clean off his torso. “...but I ain't about to get shorted today! Not in my own car! Elaine's my girl, too!”

“TJ!” All three hollered as TJ caught the young woman under her arms and pulled her off Taryll's lap, getting her to her feet, the soil soft and damp as she stepped down on it.

Elaine was stood against side of his overpriced toy, where she paused to catch her breath, staring at TJ, her heart beginning to slam against her sternum, the reality of what was on the verge of happening occurring to her with blinding clarity.

TJ bore an intimidating stance, less than two feet away, his brown, tanned, glowing body cut and taut with muscles. The slim, toned arms...the cut abdomen with the innie bellybutton, a thin trail of hair visible, leading down to...

Elaine gulped as her eyes a few inches south.

Despite the bagginess of the red sweatpants a distinctive, bulge was visible, pressing against the fabric so harshly, she could quite easily make out the long, wide shaft, and the mushroom head-shape tip.

“Fuck...” The word came out in a puff of air as TJ grabbed onto each of the breasts, kneading them like bread dough as his mouth connected with hers, bearing down on it, so different from Taryll's in that it was harsher, more unbridled, frenzied and always employed his tongue.

He sucked after her mouth as though he'd never experienced the pleasure of a kiss before, and it was always a sensation that caused Elaine to blaze.

“Aw, God!” She cried as TJ's hands circled her hips, allowing her to feel the hardness springing from his thighs.

The car rocked as she was thrown against it, Elaine first clutching after the tender flesh of TJ's back, her hands moving downwards and gripping after sinewy buttocks.

“Alright, that's enough for your skinny ass. Leave some for the rest of us.”

Taryll laid a hand TJ's bicep and in one fluid motion, TJ had been flung back and was laying in the grass just off the road.

Tugging his shirt off, revealing his supple caramel torso, not as defined as TJ's but alarming just the same Taryll threw his shirt and threw it onto his younger sibling's head.

“Put that away for me.”

Off to the side, Taj looked on, his shirt removed, body mirroring Taryll's so completely that Elaine would have fairly swooned had it not been for Taryll's pressing against her.

Before the hungry, hazel eyed face over took hers, Elaine had a glimpse of Taj undoing the fly of his jeans.

Again their lips did the dance, large hands pressing against her hips slipping her trousers down, leaving her standing in only a pair of scant lace panties.

“Taj, come help me...” She heard TJ call and behind her, the hatchback of the Hummer came open.

Inside of the car there was much scuffling and thumping, and a strange hissing noise, but it barely got her attention, as Taryll tried to taste what she had eaten for breakfast, his tongue was plunging so far down her throat.

“Hell...” Taryll pulled back, a hand pressing to his groin where a bulge was now telling on him. “I...i don't think I can wait much longer, I gotta stop. I'm too hot...Taj....Taj... Do something before I mess up my clothes, man! Please!”

Scarlet-faced Taryll staggered away as Taj, now only clad in a pair of green boxers came jogging.

“Go help TJ pull all that camping shit he's got in the back out...make room...make a lot of room.” Taryll was shoved away as Taj's eyes roved the nearly nude body of his shared girlfriend.

Hands rubbed together as he approached her.

Elaine braced against the car.

Taj was a true wild card and it was anyone's guess how he would act. She knew where she stood with Taryll and TJ's aroused selves, but Taj was a firecracker, a shy angel in one second and Satan himself in the next.

Yes, there was hellfire in his eyes.

A sliver of pink tongue wet his lips as he got to her putting his hands up n the side of the car so she couldn't wiggle away from him.

“You know we're going to all straighten everything out in a few minutes, Elaine...” Taj let her know, placing his mouth beside her ear. “One of the best things about being pissed at each other, is the makeup sex...”

Trying to lean away, Elaine plucked his ear.

“We're having sex...out here in the boonies?” She laughed, taking pleasure in the way Taj's neck was turning purple.

“What did you think? We were going on a hike?”

Grasping her wrists to immobilize her against the car, his lips pressed hers, and his mouth still tasted of those damn McMuffins, albeit fainter.

Her hands found their home on his broad smooth shoulders and as he imposed himself on her, something bumped her thigh.

She didn't even have to look to know that Taj's lengthy appendage had worked its way out the front of his underwear.

“Taj! Taj, come on! We got it! It's ready! Come on!” Excited voices called. “It's ready!”

“Took long enough.” Taj threw his head back, exposing his face momentarily before his fringe fell back and covered it, taking Elaine by the hand, leading her around the car.

She followed him blindly, all caution thrown to the wind, as so happened when swept up in a tumult of lust, and ecstasy whenever she was to explore the deepest reaches of carnal pleasure.

Rounding the mass of steel and fiberglass, Elaine saw that both Taryll and TJ, like Taj, had stripped to nothing but their underthings—TJ barely contained by his mesh drawers and Taryll begging too much of the threads on his grey boxer-briefs, straining against him extra limb.

Most of the camping gear, tents, fishing poles, and a small propane tank had been tossed out on the ground, where inside the car, the second row of seating had been flattened, creating a large, open area in the back of the Hummer.

In its place a plastic mattress had been inflated, a plaid blanket thrown over it along with several plump pillows.

Leave it to TJ to keep a ready-made bed in his car!

That Freak McNasty, would.

“So I should just get in?” Elaine hummed, reaching and poking both Taryll and TJ in their tummies causing them to snort.

It was becoming harder and harder to control herself when faced with so much stark masculinity all at once.

“Yeah, go on Sweet Thing...” Taryll nodded, before flagging his siblings in “Brothers!”

As Elaine crawled off onto the mattress, resting on her elbows once situated and watched as her three lovers conversed between one another.

Everyone so often one would look in her direction, give a nasty grin then whisper some more.

“No!” TJ exclaimed “You two always get to do it, and I never get to! I wanna do it!”

“The last time we let you, Elaine needed five fucking stitches because you bit down on her thigh!”

“I got carried away--” There was that joker-smile again.

“You always get carried away TJ...” Taryll rolled is eyes, before stooping and fiddling with the waistband of shorts. As the grey fabric tumbled to his ankles, the full extent of his glory was exposed and overcome, Elaine fell back for a second, staring up at the roof of Hummer.

As she sat back up, cool prickles lit her all over and unable to keep a lid on her self, she bit down on one of her fingers in glee.

Her 'Teez' all stood nude near the openign the hatchback provided.

At the sight of all the rudely engorged members surround her from clouds of pubic hair—TJ's jet black, Taj's a lighter brown and Taryll's a sandy shade. Easily over three feet of soul pole between them.

“Oh shit...” Elaine threw her head back, as on either side of her, Taryll and Taj crawled in, while TJ remained outside the car.

With one strict push, Taryll had laid her flat, her vision blocked by the double dose of caramel goodness as Taj, on all fours put his mouth across her kissing deeply, his tongue flapping against hers.

Further down her body, Taryll was playing in her bosom again, it wasn't lost on her that she felt him slap that dick of his against them.

And TJ--

“Wait a minute—wait!” Elaine cried in alarm as she felt her panties being pulled away.

“No, we're making up right now!” Taj snickered as Taryll licked after her nipples, one hand on her flat tummy.

Her hand covered Taj's face and pushed him back as she felt her legs being opened by TJ's large, soft hands.

“Tee--” She stopped mid-sentence, her mouth falling open in a silent scream, the youngest of the Teez fell into her face first, tongue out wildly flapping against her clitoris.

It was such a stunning, appalling wave of feeling she lost the ability to speak.

“Look at that, she's gone into shock!” Taj chuckled leaning over her , his braids brushing her forehead as he pecked it.

Absently his hand caught and bounced and breast his brother wasn't sucking at.

Kissing the nipple Taryll guffawed, “She'll get noisy--”

“Ah! Ah! Ah! TJ! TJ! Stop!” As if on cue, Elaine regained control of her vocal chords, screaming shrilly as TJ slurped loudly after her, physically fighting to hold her legs down as she began to kick against the feeling.

It was too good, coming too quickly.

“Stop it, TJ! Jesus! STOP! I'm gonna come with you doing.....doing that! Damn you!”

“You think I'm eating this thing cause I'm hungry?” TJ challenged, spreading the small flap open eliciting another shriek. “Making you come is what I'm aiming to do, damn it!”

“TJ!--mmmmmhmmmm!” Elaine's screams were silenced as Taj, intertwining the fingers on both his hands with hers, held her down, pressing her into the mattress, put his mouth over hers, but kept his eyes open, piercing hers with a lusty, lofty wildness that only such a circumstance could bring out

“I can't take this!” Taryll announced his voice breaking.

Through a gap in Taj's hair hanging over she saw Taryll take himself in one hand, hock loudly and spit directly on his cock, using it as a lubricant.

Rapidly, his hand pumped from the tip to the base and back, over and over.

“Awww...Awww...oh my God...Oh God....Shit! Shit! Shit! Aw!”

He groaned, entire body darkening to purple, beads of perspiration appearing on his forehead and sparkling.

Down below TJ's head was bouncing up and down, a long finger twirling in and out of Elaine's inflamed slit.

The feeling....the feeling....it was getting to be too much....

Taj fell onto her heaving chest as she wrenched herself from his grasp, bucking several times before screeching so hard, her throat was instantly raw,

“TITO JOE JACKSON!”

And, from deep inside of her torrent of liquid came flying, dousing TJ's face and hair.

“Holy shit!” TJ gasped, face dripping. “I forgot she was a squirter! God damn!”

“She hollered your whole name,TJ!” Taj joined his youngest sibling as they both laughed, as Elaine, spent fell back.

“Fuck...fucker...aw hell...” Taryll, oblivious to anything other than the piece of meat flopping in his hand, his fuzzy nads smacking against thick, powerful thighs,

“I'm covered in pussy juice, wow...” TJ bent out of sight, only his toned, rock hard buttocks stickign up and he hunted something to wipe his face off with.

“I'm about to blow...ugh....ugh...oh!...” Taryll announced his teeth gritted and eyes flying open and focusing Taj as he licked Elaine's cheek, her breathing still heavy,

“Hold her head!”

Heeding the animalistic cry Taj's hands framed Elaine's face, finger tips holding her mouth open.

Letting go of that quivering cock, Taryll swung a leg straddling Elaine and sitting directly on her chest.

Hid scrotum was warm beneath her chin.

“What the hell?” TJ questioned somewhere out of sight.

“Shut up TJ!” Taryll growled , shifting so that his swollen red tip was poised downwards to Elaine's open mouth.

“Yes, yes! Yes! Yes! I'm so close! God, I love you! YES! YES! YEAH! UGH UGH! SON OF A BITCH! AH! AH! HOOOOOOOO!”

In several short spurts Taryll's liquid love flew into her mouth.

Hovering over her he begged, “Snowball me” and started to open his mouth indicating she spit the load back to him.

“She swallowed it!” Taj cracked up as Elaine smiled up at him, eyes dancing with mischief.

“He always pulls that “snowball me” shit, and she swallows it every time!”

Taryll kissed her lips anyway, tasting himself.

“Nasty....how I like it.” He winked, then called to TJ, wearing a white towel over his head,

“You gonna fuck her--”

TJ was a slim brown blur as he shot into the back of the Hummer, knocking his brothers both back against the sides of the car.

“TJ Jackson doesn't fuck...he makes love.” He smirked stretching out on his back pointing to his penis, sticking skywards awaiting its turn.

“Bullshit.” Taryll grunted as Taj opened his backpack, digging around in it.

If he came up with another Egg McMuffin...

No, it wasn't any little mystery meat sandwiches.

It was an oddly viscous liquid, in a bright blue bottle.

Bold lettering read as “Lusty Lube”.

“Baby, come get on daddy...yes...” TJ was urging as Taryll helped Elaine get up.

A blob of the lube was squirted into Taj's hand, and he began to distribute it over his swollen and reddened prick, the mild scent of cherries wafting from it.

“Oh girl, you know you want this...” TJ just needed some white face paint and he could have been the Joker, he was smiling so hard. “...can't wait to get off...”

“You never can!” Taryll pushed at his head and TJ kicked at him with a bare foot.

“UH!” Both grunted as Elaine mounted him, feeling him slowly slipping into the most intimate of positions with her, forcing and stretching his way in, until their hips met.

They both paused a long moment, silent, as any sudden movement may have caused a disaster.

“Oh girl...” TJ's voice dropped as he wrapped his arms around her waist bringing her down on him.

“Give me some of that lube mess.” Taryll reached over Elaine's back and snatched the bottle from Taj.

“Her ass is tight.”

Elaine, who had been nestling against TJ, heard that last remark, and realizing what he up to.

“Taryll! No Taryll! It's too big! You know it's too damn big--”

Taryll positioning himself behind her, kissed her back.

“But it always manages to fit...”

Hands gripped her shoulders tightly.

“OH!” Elaine collapsed onto TJ as Taryll's full weight pressed her back, and he was slipping into her, somehow, someway fitting up her backside.

There was silence, the only noise was Taj throwing his pack out the way and settling on his knees beside Elaine.

And then there was movement.

Relentless movement as both TJ and Taryll began throwing their hips fucking away at her, while Taj put a hand on her head, muffling her screams, stuffing himself down her throat.

“Fuck....fuck....ah, she's so tight....oh my God. Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!”

“This ass...it's what dreams are made of! OH!”

Taj never did take a blowjob like his brothers. While the younger Teez loved to see Elaine's head bobbing over their furry crotches, Taj preferred her to stay still, her head held on him, with her nose mashed to the curly hairs, balls against her chin, all smelling loudly of his Polo cologne.

That dick tasting deliciously of artificial cherry flavoring to ease it along.

It had taken quite a while for Elaine to learn to breathe exclusively through her nose without inhaling his pubic hair.

Eventually saliva begin to drip from Elaine's mouth and drip down his thighs, as he leaned, eyes closed pressing his forehead to hers.

“I love you, Elaine...”

Above her and below her Elaine had 'Teez' gyrating over her, TJ moving with a quickened frenzied while Taryll's were longer and slower and she was getting a definite buzz from the smell of Taj.

Soon between the warm air coming in through the hatchback and the exertion of the three bodies, Perspiration poured like rain, Taryll leaving her back soaked with sweat; the same with TJ.

“Oh man....oh man....oh....” Taryll's grip on Elaine's shoulders became painful as nearing his end a second time, he began throwing himself full force into her so hard her head began bumping against Taj's abdomen.

“Elaine....Elaine....” TJ, whom had been grunting unintelligibly for the last few moments called to her.

“Elaine....I love you....aw.....” With one last thrust, TJ shuddered eyes opening, lips suckingand she could feel a warmness flooding deep inside her.

“Shit....I....I came...” TJ stated the obvious, his eyes shutting and mouth curling as he enjoyed the feeling of her bosom rubbing and bouncing against his chest as Taryll was still hard at work.

Once he'd managed to regain his wind, he managed to slip out from under her, taking the time to kiss her cheek lovingly.

Taryll's hands released her shoulders and gripped her hips steadying himself as he plunged.

“Ugh...ugh...ugh...”

Finally Taj made noise, his voice cracking like an adolescent's in the middle of the single word he spoke.

“Goddamn.”

Letting go of Elaine's face, he fell back, and as he a single long spurt of hot whiteness explosed from his tip and arced directly in front of Taryll's face.

“I'd have to hurt you if that mess at had hit me...” Taryll grunted, still thrusting.

“Aw go to hell—is...is TJ asleep?”

Sure, enough the youngest Jackson had clocked out, curled in a far corner, snoring softly.

Her mouth freed, Elaine began to plead with her lover as he continued to bear down on her.

“Taryll, please! Tayll, I can't take much more. Taryll! TARYLL!”

“AAAHHHH! Here....we go...again....UGH!” Taryll hollered his body coming to a halt and threw his head back, his hips quivering as he discharged.

“Bastard...” Elaine whimpered as she fell to the floor boards, as Taryll pulled away from her.

“You know you love me...” He patted her backside. “You love all of us...don't you?”

Sitting up, Elaine looked first into his crimson, swarthy and wet face, then to Taj, the only one who hadn't broken a sweat, his round face merely shining.

And then to Mr. McNasty, TJ, who, even in sleep wore that damn grin on his face, arms wrapped around himself, body radiating with a gloss of sweat.

Nibbling on her bottom lip sheepishly, Elaine could only nod.

Yes, she did love them.

And she couldn't see herself ever stopping.

***

“...and that's the truth Officer. I swear on a stack of Holy Bibles, Sir.”

Taj concluded clutching the plain white blanket the officer had given him to cover his nude body. To his side his brothers and Elaine looked on fearfully, holding more blankets around themselves.

“My brothers and I...we were with our girlfriend. We didn't think anyone lived out in these woods and damn sure didn't anyone could hear us--”

“I know what you were doing, Son” The cop held his hand up. “You made that mighty clear, already.”

“Are...are you gonna arrest us?” TJ question, and by the worry in his eyes, his twenty-five years were flashing before them.

“We didn't mean to make trouble.” Taryll spoke up quickly. “Officer please...”

The cop sighed “Well I have to give you a citation...”

He glanced between the four of them,producing a ticket book and began scribbling on it.

“Let's call it 'Disturbing the Peace'. Two hundred and fifty dollars...”

The slip was torn free and handed to Taj.

“Yes!” TJ whispered and pumped a fist, offering a flash of brown thigh.

“...don't let anything like this happen again...” Blue eyes met darker ones each in turn. “Any of it.”

“We don't intend to!” Elaine called. “Thank you! We'll pay this in the morning, Sir!”

As the officer returned to his squad car, leaving them, Taj looked down at the ticket.

“I'd rather pay this a hundred times over....considering what we almost lost...”

Warm, affectionate eyes roved Elaine and waving a hand, he chuckled.

“Let's go home—for real this time!”