Tamhae’li’s brothers were always playfully cruel to him, and tonight’s reunion was no different. The discomfort of being stretched by two lengths of different sizes made him suck in a sharp breath. They were so mean to him, making him do this first with so little preparation. The black-haired Miqo’te wasn’t sure what a “normal” family was supposed to do together, but it most certainly wasn’t this. He would accept it anyway; this was their way of celebrating their freedom.
The brothers would meet up once every few months under the light of the full moon, not far from their childhood stomping grounds, to revel in their self-liberation from their tribe. Some men among the Keepers of the Moon may have been content to live that sad life of being treated as second-class, but the Duurou brothers wouldn’t tolerate that. They were destined for greatness, all three believing themselves to carry the potential for much bigger things than wasting away in this glum forest for their entire lives. The women wanted them to leave, did they not? So what did it matter?
Oh, how their mother pretended not to be disappointed to have not one, but three sons, so much that she gave up on childbearing after Tamhae’li’s birth. Oh, how she lamented that none of her sons would give her granddaughters! Upped and left, without planting so much as a single seed of their mother’s bloodline into yet another foolish girl. It didn’t matter to them; perhaps one of her precious daughters would satisfy her wish.
Grown men with no intentions of having children for the sake of the tribe were simply not wanted. They’d do her the favor of taking themselves out of the equation, then.
Tamhae’li couldn’t remember when this deplorable ritual of theirs became part of the rebellion, but what mattered what that it was theirs. Nobody else ever had a say in it, only the three of them together. Whether Menphina approved or not was certainly up to interpretation, but wasn’t this another form of love in a way? Not the romantic kind, the thought of engaging in that with his siblings made him gag, but what was wrong with a little physical touch and intimacy now and then? Was it still wrong if there weren’t any feelings behind it? It’s not like they had anyone else to do this with.
So until they were told otherwise, this was how the brothers would worship their goddess Menphina, who they loved and cherished and refused to abandon just because they left their tribal life behind.
Being the youngest brother, Tamhae’li was naturally forced to be sandwiched between the two older Miqo’te as the three lay together on the soft grass beneath the full moon, both stuffing him at the same time. How could they resist picking on their sweet little brother? Tamhae’li would get his turn to wear the boot on the other foot, he always did, but not without earning it.
They moved with each other, rubbing against one another as one pulled out while the other pushed back in. Perfectly out of sync, yet at the same tempo. Immediately Tamhae’li was hissing and groaning from the constant pressure on his insides. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but his brothers would never let him live it down if they could make fun of him for getting too into it. It’s not that he was attracted to his brothers, nor were they focused on that notion themselves. Truth be told, they just needed a quick release now and then, and there was no better way to do it than with two men who were just as desperate and pathetic.
Even if he would not touch himself, his brothers would willingly do it for him without even having to ask. Eldest Tamhae’a playfully pinched and pulled at Tamhae’li’s exposed nipples, while second eldest Tamhae’to would pay him the mercy of stroking his aching erection. He wished he could thank him out loud for saving him from the fate of being bullied for touching himself to his siblings using his body.
Their hot breath against his ears made his tail twitch and curl, his fingers gripping into their similarly jet-black hair. Secretly he wished he could be experiencing these things with another man or woman that he wasn’t related to, but he could fantasize. How lovely it would be to travel alongside someone, make love to them under each and every full moon… All without the pressures of raising a family.
He whined when Tamhae’to started leaving bites along his neck. How was he going to explain that? Anyone who knew him knew he was a disastrous flirt. Nobody would willingly engage in such acts with him.
Tamhae’a joined in, and soon his neck was littered with hickeys. His tail intertwined with his eldest brother’s out of reflex while both continued to ram into him without mercy, making Tamhae’li’s back arch as the pleasure began to build in his groin. The unrelenting stretch on his insides combined with the attentive touches across his body proved to be overwhelming for the youngest brother, and orgasm washed over his body quickly. His brothers spared no scathing comment, gleefully taunting him about how he hardly lasted five minutes. But they would never be so cruel as to push him past his limits; they’d let him take his turn early if he had to, with eldest Tamhae’a rushing to take his youngest sibling’s place in the middle of the mess of tangled bodies.
Bah. He was always too easy on their middle brother.
“You look disappointed, ‘Li. What’s the matter? Wanted ‘To in the middle first? You foul deviant, you. Lusting after him like that.”
With a pout and a snort, Tamhae’li glanced away while getting himself into position. “Like you have room to call anyone a ‘deviant’. This was your idea.”
“You and ‘To were just as eager,” he teased, dabbing some of the cheap lubricant against his own hole with his finger. “Don’t be so uptight. This is meant to be fun. Nothing else.”
Tamhae’li cast a questioning glance at the second eldest, looking for his input. Tamhae’to didn’t appear keen to get between their juvenile bickering, instead grabbing the lubricant container from Tamhae’a’s hand once the eldest had finished so he could slick himself back up.
“See? ‘To’s not even paying attention to our shite. Eyes on the prize, ‘Li.”
Tamhae’li had already decided that the “prize” would be making this man cry loud enough for their tribe to hear.