---Nkasiogi’s Perspective---
OK… how do I do this? What do I say?
‘Hey guys, you know how I’m constantly telling you how worried I am about my little brother being starbound? How much it tears me up to imagine him never coming back, the way Msia Sr. didn’t? Well… would you mind awfully if I just… y’know… followed him for a few years? That way I don’t have to worry about him and you two can worry about me instead!…’
Yeah… there’s no way to put this to them that doesn’t make me sound like an inconsiderate arsehole!
Mum was no help! ‘Do what you think is best’! The hell kind of advice is that!? I’m asking you because I don’t know what to do! If I knew what was best…
The hell kind of right does that fancy woman think she has to induce these kinds of emotions in me!? She strolls into my and Fliss’ office, flanked by her ludicrously muscled Neanderthal bodyguard, and offers us a contract on the same ship as my brother! Oh, after pushing NDAs in our faces, that is!
Of course, Fliss took her up instantly! Since she came here from Nouvelle France she has had precisely two meaningful relationships! Her friendship with me and her romance with Sisi… She never got over him leaving!… I have no idea why she didn’t go with him… or make him aware of how devastated she was by him leaving! She’s going because she wants to rekindle things with him, not that she’d ever admit it! Even to herself!
I wonder what the situation is with those Fulgensians? Is it just casual fun? Would he be open to rekindling things with Fliss?
OK, these are Fliss and Sisi’s problems you’re worrying about, Kas! Focus on your own!!!
I leave the park where I’ve spent the last half hour ruminating.
Coming to the ground floor of my building I look up and decide that there’s nothing for it but to bite the bullet.
I walk up the stairs to the flat I share with the two most gorgeous Human beings in Engai’s creation.
I could take the lift… most people would call me mad for choosing to walk up 12 flights when I had to walk passed an open lift to do so.
It’s an old habit from my days as a boxer; if you’re presented an easy way and a hard way to do something, take the hard way, get the training, everything is training!
I draw up to the door and take a breath before waving it open.
As I pass the boundary of the privacy field I’m greeted by the sound of my artistic, UmZulu girlfriend playing a Russian death lullaby on her guitar. I don’t know if she’s wearing her translator but, given that she doesn’t speak Russian, it wouldn’t make a difference.
She hasn’t noticed me enter so I decide to lean against the wall and admire her for a while. This might be one of my last opportunities to do so… one way or another… She and Lu might decide that even putting this too them is worthy of breaking up with me… they might not care if I then say I won’t go, afterall, and beg them to take me back! I may end up loading my stuff onto a hovertrolley and calling a capsule to my mum’s tonight…
For now, let’s just admire the ’fro that the most beautiful woman in all of Engai’s creation maintains at the back of her head. Let’s admire those delicate shoulders. Admire that… dumptruck arse she inherited from her Denisovan grandmother(!) Listen to the mournful words she sings in a language that neither of us speak.
Before Zinhle died, she used to sing happy songs but, I suppose, losing your twin could make anyone feel like happy songs were a bit… trite…
I remember the first time I met the two of them. Very early into our relationship, I had dragged Luul to a strip club and they came out on stage together. They were at art college at the time and, while they could have subsisted on their study stipend and UBI, they decided that erotic dancing was both a satisfying pursuit for them and (given the rarity of gorgeous identical twins who both want to be strippers and are happy to perform together) paid really well!
After they had finished the most mesmerising performance I’d ever witnessed, they came to our table and offered us private dances. I accepted before Lu could say anything and paid for both of us. I thought I would have a heart attack from Amahle gyrating her arse against my hips while Zinhle did the same to my mortified boyfriend.
After that, they sat and talked with us and were two of the most witty, charming people I’ve ever encountered.
At the end of the night, where Lu’s tolerance of the haram had reached near breaking point, I wrote my holocom on a napkin and passed it to them saying, if they ever wanted to hang out outside work hours, to give me a call, stressing that I wouldn’t expect anything other than a hang out!
I truly didn’t expect them to ever actually call! But the next day… Zinhle called me, with Ami in the background, and we arranged a meetup.
They were as charming, outside work, as they were when they were being paid to be! More so, if only for the fact that, when they’re not on the clock, I know that everything they’re doing and saying is likely genuine and not just because their manager has told them to always smile, nod and laugh at the patrons’ jokes!
Over the next two years they became some of our best friends and, while I never stopped noticing how drop dead gorgeous they were, I did sort of tune it out.
Then, Zinhle took her own life… Ami was crushed! She missed her sister desperately, of course, but more damaging was the fact that severe depression runs in their family and she was utterly convinced that her sister having committed suicide meant that she was destined to, as well.
Lu and I invited her to come and stay with us and, over the first few weeks nothing happened, then one night while we were comforting her… one thing lead to another… and now she’s a fully equal partner in this relationship… in fact, if I’m about to be broken up with… the way I might be… she may be on the cusp of being promoted to a 50%, from a 33.¯3%, stake holder(!)
Her back stiffens and, ceasing her playing, she turns to look at me. A broad smile, which nevertheless entirely avoids touching her eyes, breaks over her face as she says “Hey, babes! How long have you been there?”
I smile back “Not that long, just enjoying your playing. Lu not home? He left work before me…”
Putting her guitar down, she stands and walks to me “He came home then went out to get groceries.”
She reaches up to put her arms over my shoulders to pull me into a kiss. At 182cm, I’m rather taller than average and, at 169cm she’s rather shorter… the result is that I’m almost as much taller than her as Lu is taller than me!
I reach up to stroke my hand over the elegant cornrows she maintains over the front half of her scalp, then to the back of the bushy ’fro to press her deeper into the kiss.
With my other hand, I stroke down between her shoulderblades to the small of her back… then stop myself… That hand would usually keep going, to trace around and squeeze her generous arse cheeks but… given what I’m about to tell her and Luul, it feels… dishonest of me to enjoy her like that, right now.
Even kissing her feels dishonest!
I remove my hands from their respective positions and place them on her shoulders before gently pushing her off me.
Normally, I would pull back but, given I was still against the wall, this is the only way to gain separation. Sorry, Ami…
---Amahle’s Perspective---
I feel my heart sink as Kas pushes me away… I know they aren’t but, every time she or Lu push me away, it feels like they’re screaming a rejection of everything I am, into my face!
When she runs her hands over me, when she squeezes this arse she’s so obsessed with, it feels like she’s whispering acceptance directly into the depths of my psyche… ‘You are enough, you are beautiful’…
She knows this… if she’s pushing me off her, it must mean something’s wrong…
Her eyes closed, she draws up to her full height and says “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I have something I need to talk about with you and Lu, would it be alright if we just sat together while we waited for him to get back?”
Fucking Unkulunkulu! Nomkhubulwane! This is it! They’re done with me! They’ve got bored of living with a depressed, starving artist and now they’re going to kick me out! Sure, it’s exciting to be in a relationship with a woman you met while she was stripping… sure, they may both think I’m sexy but… they’ve realised I’m not good enough for them! They’re tired of having to feed me, house me and put up with my bad days, they’re tired of me offering to contribute from my much more meagre salary as if it’s worth anything to them… at least she is but… if she tells Lu she wants me gone… he’ll pick her, for sure!
I’m going to have to move out to the edge of the city! What kind of place will I be able to pay rent on, on a busker’s salary? Can I afford somewhere with a kitchen? Can I afford to feed myself without a kitchen? Even with tips, I know I’ll never be able to afford anywhere, anywhere near as nice as this place! I feel like I’d be paid so much more if I could still play happy songs, songs that people wanted to hear, songs that people would tip me for!
“Sweetie?” says the love of my life, about to rip my heart out, with a quizzical cock of her head.
Shaking myself back to reality, I answer “Yeah… babes, that’s… fine… you can’t give me a clue as to what you need to talk about?”
She shakes her head “This is something that really requires a relationship meeting.”
That’s it then…
Nothing to do but wait for my execution…!
They’ll be so nice about it, I know… and their kindness will make it so much worse… I won’t be able to be angry with them!
At least if they were arseholes about it I could scream in their faces…
Regardless of how nice they are, I’ll be alone by the end of the week… alone in a tiny one-bedroom flat outside of the city… just like Zin was when she decided that she was done living… I wonder if I’ll last as long as she did…?
Nothing to do but wait…
---Luul’s Perspective---
I carry groceries from the lift on the 12th floor.
I could order groceries, of course, but I always find substitutions made and regularly no account taken of the specification that products be halal… people seem to think that lab grown gelatine would be fine for a Muslim to eat(!) Seem to think that, as there are nonhalal items in the shop, ordered by the other two, it can’t be that big a deal… completely ignoring the possibility of one who keeps halal sharing a shop with two who don’t(!)
The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation.
Monotheists they might be (after a fashion) but women of the book (and certainly Muslims) they are not!
We’ve mutually agreed that I will refrain from proselytising to them and they will avoid making jokes about Islam and polygamy(!)
I enter our flat and see my two girlfriends sitting in the lounge area of our open-plan living space, the binary-sunsset framed in the full-wall window behind them.
They both wear a dour expression…
“I need to talk to you…” says Kas.
By Allah! They’re tired of me fifth-wheeling! Since we met Ami, they’ve always been more interested in eachother than me and they’ve realised it! I’m going to have to move out and my parents will say ‘we told you a threeway relationship would never work!’
“Sure… just let me put the groceries in the stasisfridge…” I say, buying myself a momentary reprieve from the breakup I know is coming.
I go through to the kitchen and take a… little longer than I need to, putting the groceries away in the fridge that’s ability to induce its contents to nonevent mass with a quantum probability of 0 would have been considered magic, just a generation ago!
I come back through to the lounge, pull up a chair and sit, facing my girlfriends.
Kas leans forward to take my and Ami’s hands.
Don’t do that! Don’t give me hope! If you’re done with me just say so!
“Sooooo…” says Kas, hesitating in a very uncharacteristic manner. This woman doesn’t hesitate about anything! If she’s hesitating it must be bad!
“… you guys know how worried I get about my little brother being starbound?”
Why’s she bringing up her brother? I only met the man weeks ago, what could he possibly have to do with my ejection from this relationship?!
“… I was offered a contract…”
---Nkasiogi’s Perspective, post explanation---
My two lovers stare dumbfounded at me, from their seats.
Luul has brought his knuckles to his chin in the pose that earned him the epithet “Thinker”…
Amahle starts “So, it’s a First Contact, isn’t it? They think this deathworld might be sapie…”
“As I am under NDA, I am forbidden from divulging, confirming or denying the supposition that the ODR has located a potential sapience bearing deathworld.” I interrupt, robotically.
“You want to go… don’t you?” says Lu, quietly.
“Yes!… No!… I don’t know!”
“Those are the options(!)” quips Ami, with that fantastic wit of hers.
I take a moment to collect my chaotic thoughts then start “Yes: it would be fantastic for my career to take the contract doing the thing I can’t tell you! Yes: it would be fantastic to be able to spend time with my baby brother! I still feel protective of him, y’know!? I still see him as the 2 year old who didn’t understand why Mummy and Daddy had to go away, when they were called up! I still see him as the 5 year old who stared blankly at the wooden box containing a man he hardly remembered, as he stood by a woman, in bright white, that I hardly recognised! Being with him, protecting him on what’s bound to be a dangerous mission… is something I want!... On the other hand; No: I don’t particularly want to go on a dangerous mission myself. No: I don’t want to leave either of you for two days, let alone more than two years! The result: I don’t know! If the two of you say that you don’t want me to go, I won’t. If the two of you say, that even suggesting a two year voyage, when we have a life together, is unforgiveable and you want me to leave and never come back, I’ll go… but I’ll be pretty distraught… What do you two think?”
A few moments of silence follow…
“I think… it’s rather unlike you not to be sure, Kas…” says Lu, haltingly “… I… must confess to being rather relieved… I thought you two were about to break up with me!”
“Uhmm… ditto.” chimes Ami.
“Guys!? I love you! You know that!!!... Don’t you?!”
They both look sheepish.
“I know we’ve been together a while but… I always got the sense that you favoured Amahle over me, Kas. I sort of… feel like the… disposable one…” says Luul.
“I always feel like I’m a burden on the two of you… like, other than sex… I don’t really bring much to the table… you two have known eachother longer and been in a relationship longer, you’re also much better paid and share similar work disciplines… I sort of… got the sense that you were… humouring me by letting me be with you guys… I felt like the disposable one.” adds Ami.
“By Engai’s Cattle, guys!!! If anything, I thought you guys were going to break up with me for suggesting I go away for that long! I had no idea you were so insecure about our relationship! You know we don’t do favourites!?”
They turn their heads down, suitably chastened.
My face softens as I ask “But… about the voyage? Do you two think I should…?”
They both turn those gorgeous faces at me and I find myself frightened of what they might say.
Lu starts, hesitantly “I think… Kas… that the fact that you’ve brought it up… means that you want to go… if you want to go… you should go… I speak entirely for myself here but; I do not mind maintaining our relationship, even for such a prolonged absence. With FTL coms we can stay in regular contact… even if… we can’t… kiss… touch or… share a bed… but I love you… I think Amahle and I will be fine, holding down the fort, here… even if you… are something of the linchpin of this triad(!)”
Ami nods agreement.
I look between them a few moments.
“…You dummies(!) Come here!” I say, opening my arms in an inviting hug.
I’m buried in love as my stick thin boyfriend and pearshaped girlfriend accept the invitation and press themselves against me.
Their scents mix in the most exhilarating aroma combination possible in (or out of) Engai’s creation!
We spend some time in our… hug puddle before Luul surprises me by being the one to say “Sooo… if you’ve only got a few weeks left before you need to leave… we should… probably enjoy those weeks, shouldn’t we?”
Laughing, I answer “Why… Mr. Saabir(!) So forward(!!!) What happened to my reserved, conservative boyfriend(?!)”
He smiles, answering “He just heard that he’s going to have to go more than two years without you, is what…(!)”
“That would do it…(!)” adds Ami.
“Well… do the two of you have any ideas about how we could ‘enjoy’ eachother?”
Getting up from the hug, the two of them share a look.
“Go to our bedroom, get undressed, lie on the bed and wait… I want to confer with Lu.” answers Amahle, with unusual resolution.
Pulling a bemused expression, I do as she says, getting up and making my way to the bedroom.
Once there, I turn the lighting down to a soft, dim level, then step to the full length mirror to begin undressing… is it vain to admire myself shedding clothing?… Perhaps a little… I don’t particularly care… I work hard for this muscle definition and I like to make sure that I look good for my partners!
Once the last thread is off me, I check that this is how I’m happy for them to see me… no, I should untie my hair…
I do so and bright blue dreadlocks cascade over my ears. I certainly have a bit of a ‘wild woman’ look with my hair untied but… they both seem to like it!
I climb over the foot of my bed and lie against the pillows…
I don’t have to wait long before my lovers enter…
Amahle hits the privacy field (for the neighbours' benefit), shuts the door and the two of them walk to the foot of our bed with sultry expressions.
Amahle begins dancing… followed by a much less confident Luul. This must be what they were coordinating.
It’s absolutely breathtaking to watch my loves dance with eachother as they undress! Lu is out of his thawb and Ami has shed her sleeveless shirt and loose trousers.
Clad only in there underwear, they embrace and begin to kiss, passionately. Fuck, that’s some good compornsion! The mixture of emotional satisfaction (compersion) and sexual stimulation (porn) that I get from seeing my partners enjoy eachother!
I have always felt a little insecure that I’m really the only reason this triad exists… that both of them would prefer to have me to themselves… when I see them kiss… and take off eachothers’ underwear… it makes me feel deeply contented.
Drawing back up to his full height, Luul’s respectable and, now, exposed member brushes against her midriff as they dance together. Ami’s pretty little tits squash against his stomach.
Fucking hell, that phat arse of hers! We don’t do favourites but… of all their features… No! We don’t do favourites!
Guiltily, I force myself to turn my attention away from her planetoid sized arse and to my slender boyfriend.
He is also gorgeous, with the sheer facial features of a film star or a runway model. Those slim limbs and torso of his are absolutely how I like my men!
I take a moment to thank Engai for delivering the most stunning man I could have asked for and then the most exquisite woman! Then, on top of that… allowing both of them to be attracted to a plain-looking, belligerent woman like me… if one of us is not worthy of the relationship we share… it’s neither of them!
They turn to me and both bend to begin crawling over the foot of the bed, past my feet, up the length of my exposed body. Amahle kisses me, then Luul.
My mouth moves greedily from one set of lips to another and my hands move over their gorgeous bodies.
My Somali film star traces his face down the length of my torso, leaving a trail of kisses as he goes and my (quarter Denisovan) UmZulu girlfriend is left in sole possession of my lips… my… upper set at least(!)
Luul seems to be in the process of claiming my pussy lips with his mouth(!)
With my left hand, I reach behind Ami to give that gorgeous, phat arse of hers a firm squeeze, with my right, I reach down to place it on the back of Lu’s head as he pleasures me with his tongue.
This is the most fulfilling pleasure I can imagine! The arse and head in my hands, the mouth on my pussy and the other on my lips, having both of them with their attention on me! This is ecstasy!
I feel my waves of pleasure rise, irresistibly, as Lu’s nimble little mouth dances over my lips and clit and Ami’s hand massages my breasts.
It’s a matter of a few minutes before the two of them have induced me to a shrieking orgasm.
I just doublecheck my memory of Amahle engaging the privacy field… she did… I don’t have to awkwardly avoid eyecontact with Mr and Mrs Kayembe, from next door, tomorrow(!)
Catching my breath, I say “That was… amazing, you guys but… I want to do you two, too!… Luul, are you happy to take my pussy?… Ami, will my mouth do?…”
Her face breaking into a mischievous grin, Amahle answers “I see your game, you scoundrel(!) You just want my arse on your face(!)”
I turn my eyes from hers and say “I’ve no idea what you’re talking about…(!)”
Still smirking, she says “Alright, Miss Innocent, I don’t mind giving you what you want(!)”
Luul smiles “I’m also happy to ‘take your pussy’, as you put it(!) Maybe just move over to the edge of the bed?”
There follow a few moments where we collectively arrange ourselves, me, so that my hips rest right on the edge of our bed, Luul is stood between my legs and Amahle has that voluptuous, zaftig arse of hers suspended 20cm, or so, above my face, her feet placed between my upper body and biceps.
“We all ready?” I ask.
“Yep!”
“Ready.”
“OK, go!” I say, immediately followed by me taking a deep breath, Lu’s thick cock penetrating my pussy and Ami’s buxom arse enveloping my face as she presses her pussy against my mouth.
I couldn’t ask for more contentment than I feel right now!
---Amahle’s Perspective---
My girlfriend’s mouth works enthusiastically against my lips and her hands massage the top of my arse as the bottom encompasses her face.
I know she likes to be smothered but… I do need to make sure she can breathe(!) Periodically, I raise myself up enough to allow air to reach her nose…
Maintaining this position might be exhausting for me if I didn’t have the core strength that comes from being a former pole dancer.
My boyfriend’s body sways rhythmically as his hips pump against hers, withdrawing and reinserting all that length of his into her soaking insides(!)
*MmmmmmFFFF*!!!
They’re both so fucking gorgeous! I really don’t deserve them but… they seem to think they deserve me!
One day they might decide this little arrangement has gone on long enough but… well, I just need to make the most of them while I can.
I reach up to Lu’s shoulder, pulling his face to mine.
I kiss him, deeply, tasting the alluring combination of his mouth and her pussy.
2 years might be a long time to go without her but… I’ll still have him… and I’ll have her when she gets back…
The fact that they included me in the discussion, at all, means that they think this relationship could work for longer than 2 years… that’s a gratifying thought.
Enjoy your lovers, right now, Amahle… you never know when you’ll lose them…
---Luul’s Perspective---
I grasp the muscular thighs of the most stunning woman in existence, thrusting my cock inside her, as the other most stunning woman in existence is having her pussy passionately serviced by the lips and tongue of the first.
I always felt conflicted, growing up, about the fact that I couldn’t have a muscular woman, a voluptuous woman and a slender woman! I’d have to pick one body type and be happy with it… I never suspected, that I’d be in a triad, and never dared hope that my two lovers would cover all three body types between them, what with, Kas’ muscles, Ami’s luscious arse and thighs and her comparatively dainty chest, shoulders and arms!
If I died right now, I’d die a happy man. If Allah asked me if I was satisfied with the life he’d given me, I would answer ‘Absolutely!’!
As I contemplate this, Ami’s hand reaches to my shoulder and she pulls me into a kiss…
Am I certain that Allah has not already given me paradise?
---Nkasiogi’s Perspective, the following morning---
I dig through my container in our shared wardrobe… this wasn’t really a great hiding spot but there really isn’t such a thing as a 'great hiding spot' when you share a bedroom with two other people…
In theory, they shouldn’t have been digging through this case and so they shouldn’t have found it…
My hand locates what I'm looking for and I close my fingers to withdraw it from the place I deposited it, last month.
I bring it behind my back and start walking toward the kitchen.
Last night was really amazing… I’m going to miss the fuck out of those two! We’ll really have to get used to having vidcall sex from across the galaxy!
I don’t know if now is the right time to do what I’m going to do but… the imminent deadline has really forced my hand!
I enter the kitchen to see three plates set on our table with a total of nine pancakes between them…
Lu is talking to Ami “…Yeah, the mother had to literally chase that one out of the door! He was so insistent on having Gloam for a fashion show! It’s really nice to have a third of a tonne of mirkbeast behind you when you’re telling an entitled fashionista ‘no’! Raul is saying he might just adopt Gloam himself, his and Angelo’s house is big enough…” He notices me “…Hey… your pancakes are going to go cold.” he smiles.
I smile back “Thank you for cooking, Lu, but there’s something I want to do first… could both of you stand up?”
Ami and Lu share a quizzical look with eachother before doing as I request and moving towards me…
Ami starts “…Babes, if you want any more sexytimes you’re pancakes are really going to get cold! Besides…”
I interrupt her by kneeling down and pulling the box from behind me, opening it to reveal a set of three rings, engraved with matching triskelion symbols.
Four hands shoot up to cover two mouths in shock.
“Listen, both of you, I know now might not be the best time, what with the voyage I’m about to take, but, when I get back… will both of you make me the happiest woman in the galaxy?”
In unison, they say a single word “Yes!”