A Thanksgiving Dinner Like No Other •Mel's POV•

For the next three weeks Abbie tried her fucking best to stick to her word of keeping my mind off of Duke and Dean. No matter what we did, even the simplest of things, she found some way to make it fun, or turn it into some type of game to keep me entertained.

The first week of her little plan started off kinda rocky. She was taking her finals for most of the week at school. So instead of us trying to paint the town red each night, we stayed in. Meeting up at the apartment around 5 o'clock, and camping out in the living room together.

I helped Abbie study for her test that was the next day. The pair of us came up with creative and fun ideas for her to remember everything she needed to remember. Getting my own feeling of pride each afternoon when she came back saying she aced her test.

Once Friday came it was time for us to blow off some steam though. Instead of Abbie spending the weekend at Drakes for the first time in weeks. The big oaf sent the both of us away for a mini vacation to The Hamptons. Booking us into a luxury spa retreat.

The man must have spent a small fortune for this small trip. Renting out the Penthouse Suite for Abbie and I, which just so happen to be the entire top floor of the building. He gave instructions to the staff to give us free rain of any and all spa treatments we want, along with an in-house credit limit if we want to buy anything. I truly must have died and went to heaven!

By that Monday I had officially made it four complete days without sparing either man a single thought. I walked into work that morning feeling rejuvenated, and well on my way to my old self. Even my co-workers I'd been working so closely with the last couple of weeks were amazed by my change of mood.

My new outlook made the rest of the time we worked together so much more enjoyable for everyone. I even asked Modesty to join me for lunch a few times after the group chilled out. The first time we met I just needed to apologize to the sweet, awkwardly, shy woman, but she was surprisingly hilarious to be around.

That week Abbie found us things to do outside the apartment each night. The only rule being the event must be free to get in. That Monday we joined an Erotic Book Club at the Public Library that meets twice a month to discuss a new book. Tuesday we went to my favorite sex shops. Looking around at all the different toys, and dressing up in the new costumes.

Wednesday was pretty simple. A jazz band was playing at a small Italian restaurant around the corner from our apartment. Abbie and I sat there all night drinking a bottle of wine between us, and eating authentic hand-made pasta.

Thursday night she surprised me again by taking us to an assisted living facility for the elderly. We rolled up into the lively main room on the first floor of the building crashing the residents weekly Bingo Night. The group of colorful haired grandmas in the back welcoming us with open arms demanding we come back the next week as well.

About half an hour after Abbie and I made it home Friday Drake showed up at the apartment. He brought a small bag to stay the weekend with us, so he could still see Abbie. Making me feel like a slightly more included third wheel as I hung out with them.

After he stopped mauling Abbie's face he insisted she and I get all dolled up so he could take us out and show us off to everyone around town. Abbie squealed jumping back into his arms and kissing all around his face in between saying thank you. While I just shook my head and went to my room to get ready.

Drake took us to the newest, most talked about restaurant in Tribeca for dinner. Smiling like the Cheshire Cat as he escorted Abbie and I arm in arm thought the middle of the restaurant. Passing several tables filled with page 7 wannabes, politicians, and the New York elite.

Once we finished eating the three of us went to Manhattans hottest night club. Of course Drake knew the owners so he was able to rent out the back half of the VIP section just for us. He sat back on one of the couches watching Abbie and I make fools of ourselves mostly. Except for one song when he swung me around to an old fashioned big-band swing dance. Making me smile and laugh like a little girl.

When we left the club that night I tried to give the loved-up couple as must alone time as I could, as well as the next morning. But all in all Abbie's magic really seemed to be working.

From either constantly staying busy, or being around two of the most amazing friends anyone could have, I felt whole again. Since I didn't have anymore thoughts, or dreams about either Duke or Dean my mind was less jumbled. I started sleeping like a champ, and didn't mind just being by myself anymore.

Which is exactly what I did for the rest of Saturday. Abbie gave me a reprieve staying wrapped up in Drake, and her bed. Until later that night when she dragged all of us to a packed dive bar.

It was their annual Drag Queen contest, which turned out to be the best night out by far! The multiple snap shots of a drunk Drake dancing around the stage being chased by a giant inflatable yellow dildo wielding burly queen named Ms Va-Jay in my phone proves it!

We ended the weekend with a later brunch Sunday afternoon. The three of us were still hungover and in desperate need of some greasy food. When we finished eating they walked me outside the diner to Drakes SUV. Abbie gave me a hug before both of them told me goodbye and driving back to his Brownstone for the rest of the week. While I went back to the empty apartment by myself.

Since I promised Abbie I would spend Thanksgiving with her at Drakes house I told my folks I would come see them a few days before. Of course my mother, Madeline Blu, helped to get her way greatly by guilting me into at least staying the night as well. She missed her baby and hadn't seen me in so long after all.

So that Monday morning I woke up I threw a couple of clothes and my toiletries into an overnight bag before getting dressed for the day. Then I locked up the apartment and started walking the two blocks to the nearest parking garage. It's where I paid monthly to house my hardly used car.

I made it to my car about fifteen minutes later. Unlocking the door and setting my bags in my passenger seat. In seconds I was leaving out headed toward New Jersey. Pulling into my parents driveway about an hour and a half later.

Right away I notice there are only two of the four or more usual cars sitting in the driveway. My moms old 90's model station-wagon. With my godmother, Sara Jones or Aunt Sara as I call her, powder blue Prius beside it, but no sign of my dads truck anywhere.

My two older brothers weren't going to be able to make it home for Thanksgiving this year. Jackson, the oldest at 34, is training a new class of Naval recruits for the next three months aboard some battleship in the middle of the ocean. Lennon, the middle child at 32, didn't get his approved leave from his Navy post until Christmas.

My dad, Gerald Blu, is suppose to be here though, but it's safe to say all my life us kids have never been able to tell exactly what the old mans up to. He is only 62, and still in his prime, or so he says. Since his retirement from the Navy almost 10 years ago he's gotten even worse. Going wherever the wind takes him.

I park my car behind moms leaving plenty of room for dads tuck once he makes it home, and get out. I grab my purse and overnight bag as I get out then shit the door. Walking up to the house I don't bother knocking on the front door.

I walk inside expecting to be bombarded with noise and hugging people, but the house is quiet. I walk around the living room, through the kitchen, and even check the laundry room before coming back full circle.

"Hello?" I call out twice as I stand in the living room, and turn around in a full circle stopping at the doorway leading into the hallway.

I make my way into the hallway next, and stop just on the other side of the doorway. I thought a small squeaking sound came from the direction of my parents closed bedroom door at the end of the hall. I strain my ears listening for the sound again, but after not hearing it again I make my way into the first door to the right.

Walking inside my childhood bedroom it looks almost the same as I left it before going to college all those years ago. The same floral bedspread was on my bed. Posters of my all time favorite bands along with pictures of friends and memories from my days in High School covered my walls making me smile.

I sat my bags onto of my bed. Then went back into the hallway walking toward my parents door. I'm on my tip-toes as I go across the hardwood floor coming to a stop just inch from the wood door.

I stand there with my hand posed above the door handle listening for the squeaking to come again. After a minute of hearing nothing I wrap my fingers lightly around the knob, and place my ear gently against the door to hear better.

Finally I hear the squeaking sound again. Followed by two more identical squeaks soon after. It reminds me of the sound of springs from someone jumping on a trampoline, or a mattress. I don't give the crazy noise a second thought and just barge through the door.

"Hello?" I say with authority as I walk in, but only make it about three steps in. Stopping dead in my tracks shocked.

"Fuck yea Mommas, take it. Just. Like. That! Give me your everything, My Love." I hear Aunt Sara tell Mom as she hammers a giant purple dildo in and out of Moms pussy mercilessly. Causing Mom to let out a loud screaming moan in pleasure pass the rubber ball gag covering her mouth.

"Oh My Sweet GODS! What in the actual fuck is going on here?" I ask neither one of them in particular. My brain to shocked to really comprehend the situation, but my eyes can't seem to look away from the sight in front of me.

Mom And Aunt Sara both freeze their bodies in mid-movement once they hear me. Both women slowly turn their head to look at me. Both of their eyes reminding me of a deer caught in headlights. Especially Moms since that was the only part of her face she could move to show any type of expressions.

Moms wrist and ankles were tied to the four corner post of the bed. With two long velcro straps running over the middle of the mattress that were anchored to the bed rails holding her down. One strap was under her breast, while the other went across her hips.

Aunt Sara is on her knees with her upper body leaning across her thighs between Moms parted legs. Holding the massive rubber cock partially inside moms core. Surprisingly she is the first one to break through the awkward silence engulfing the room moments later.

"Shit, Mel!" Aunt Sara says before looking back at mom giving her a what-the-fuck do we do look. Obviously not sure how to handle this situation, or what to do next.

"I'm so, so sorry! Just forget I was even here! I'm going to." I tell them mumbling the last three words so they didn't hear. Then spin around walking back toward the bedroom door.

"Mel? Wait! Stop!" Aunt Sara tells me, but I keep going only picking up the pace.

"Damnit Melody Jones Blu I told you to fucking wait!" Aunt Sara said standing inside my parents doorway. Using the same voice from my childhood that always made me quake in fear.

I stop walking instantly. Aunt Sara came up behind me grabbing my elbow and turn me around to face her. Giving me a warm sympathetic smile before speaking.

"I'm so glad you're home Sweet Pea! We've all missed you like crazy!" She tells me.

Aunt Sara wraps me up in one of her motherly bear hugs, and placing a kiss on my cheek. She let me go a second later. Taking a step back to look me in the eyes with a serious 'obey me' look on her face.

"Now, go fix yourself something to drink, and take a seat at the kitchen table. Your Mom and I will be in there to join you in about five minutes." I'm still to shocked to speak, so I just nod my head ok answering her.

My body is moving on autopilot as I do what she said. I walk into the kitchen and take a glass out of the upper cabinet beside the sink. I open the refrigerator pulling out a pitcher of sweet tea, and fill the glass. I place the jug back inside then push the door shut as I take a seat at the table.

I pass the time by watching the condensation run down the side of the glass on top of the table. My mind feels like it's fractured into a million different tiny pieces. The words "what" and "why" ringing in my ears over and over again like a chant. The image of mom and Aunt Sara refusing to go away already burned into my retinas.

I don't know how long I sit here before Mom walks into the kitchen first followed by Aunt Sara. Mom comes straight to the table sitting down the the chair beside me.

While Aunt Sara fixes both of them a glass of tea before joint us at the table. Choosing to sit on the other side of the table facing mom and I. Once she was settled Mom turned toward me.

"Hey Baby. I'm so glad you made it. Traffic wasn't to bad I hope?" Mom ask me as she gives me a side hug and a kiss to the temple.

Her casual question helps me come back to the present, so I give her a small smile while shaking my head. "Traffic was fine Ma."

"Good." She says releasing me and sitting back against her chair.

An awkward silence soon fills the room. The three of us look back and forth between the others, but not talking. I have so many different thoughts and questions running through my mind, but don't know who or what to ask first. By the matching lost looks on their faces they don't have a fucking clue either.

Again Aunt Sara is the first to break the silence. Sending Mom one last reassuring look before facing me, and making me even more uncomfortable than I already am.

"Well Sweet Pea, I guess the cat is officially out of the bag. You probably have a ton of questions, but we are going to wait a few more minutes for your father to get here before we jump in. Ok?"

I squirm around in my seat from discomfort. Looking back at the water sliding down the side of my glass as I answer her. "Sure."

"How's Abbie?" Mom ask me getting my attention.

I fill them in on how Abbie's been. I told them some of what's been happening with me, and at work. I'd been avoiding really talking to them as well as everyone else the last couple of months, so it took me a little bit to tell them everything. When I finished Dad came through the front door, and joined the three of us in the kitchen.

"I've missed you, My Little Songbird." My Dad tells me before giving me a hug, and kissing me on the forehead. He let me go just as quickly then took a seat at the table beside Aunt Sara.

"What's going on?" Dad ask looking at each of us no doubt feeling the awkward tension around the table.

"Sara and I got caught up in our alone time together, and forgot to lock the bedroom door. Mel walked in and caught us as we were playing. So we've been sitting here waiting on you to get here before explaining anything to her." Mom tells Dad releasing an awkward chuckle at the end.

Dads mouth drops open in shock at Mom. He turns facing Aunt Sara giving her the same look. She silently shakes her head yes in confirmation. Dad blows out a breath of air relaxing against his chair. He closes his eyes and folds his arms across his chest as he goes over the situation in his head. After several moments he opens his eyes to look directly at me, and starts to laugh.

"Well I will say this. Im glad you're the first one to find out, Songbird. I can just imagine the chaos that would still be going on if it happened to be one of your brothers."

I look at him genuinely perplexed. "You know what Aunt Sara and Mom were doing?" I ask still mystified by all of this.

"Of course. The pair of them chose to have this morning as their reward for a lengthy playtime yesterday between the three of us. That's why I was down at the VFW when you got here." Dads carefree smile getting bigger as he explains.

"So Mom and Aunt Sara are having sex together behind your back during their free time now? Are they together? Are you two getting a divorce?" I'm appalled just asking that last question.

The three adults around me start laughing. They start passing loving looks to each other. The same looks I've seen my parents give each other numerous times over the years, but never to Aunt Sara.

"Yes." "Not just behind Gerald's back. He likes to watch, and join in as well." Mom and Aunt Sara tell me at the same time.

Dad reaches across the table holding one of their hands inside his own, and gives them a comforting squeeze. He doesn't let go of their hands as he looks back at me with the same loving smile.

"The three of us are in an open relationship. Your mom, Aunt Sara, and I, and have been for a few years now."

I sit at that table for hours stunned off my rocker as they tell me everything. Many of which I could have gladly spent the rest of my life never knowing at all! They reassure me they are happy, and no divorce in the future plans. They keep going until I stop freaking out internally, and wake up from the episode of The Twilight Zone I'm obviously living in.

Some time later once we finished talking Mom And Aunt Sara got up from the table to start fixing the food for a small Thanksgiving dinner. The pair dancing around each other as they work in the small kitchen. Though they were a lot more touchy-feely than they use to be. Filling the table up with dish after dish of mouth watering food.

The women join Dad and I when they finish. Sitting back down at the table to send up a small prayer of Thanks first before digging in to the food. The room soon becomes deafening from the talking, laughing, and scraping of forks against plates as we eat.

Each of us telling some legendary family story that wouldn't go away. Listening to the trio as they explain some new inside jokes they have between them. Actually laughing so hard I start to cry at a few of them.

None of us think about calling it a night. Staying at the table well after the last of the desert dishes were scraped clean. I decide to go first. Giving the three of them a kiss on the temple before saying goodnight, and going back to my room. That night I made sure to put my ear buds in, and the volume of my music on my phone at max before even laying down!

The next morning Mom was already up and making breakfast when I came into the kitchen. I help her finish cooking then join everyone else around the table to eat. As soon as I finish eating I go to the bathroom and take a shower officially starting my day.

After getting dressed I pack my clothes back into my overnight bag. While cleaning the room back up as I go. Once I'm done I take my bag to the living room, and sit it by the front door.

I see my mom sitting on the couch, so I go over and lay down. Placing my head in her lap with my legs curled up touching the armrest facing the tv. She is watching one of our favorite movies Pride & Prejudice. Mom starts playing with my hair like she did when I was a little girl, and I don't move one single muscle.

Two hours later once the movie was over I peal myself up from her lap groaning. I give the three adults a final hug and kiss goodbye before leaving and walking out the door. I sit my bags down in my passenger seat then start my car and leaving. Sending them one last wave goodbye as I pull out of the driveway.

I make it back into the city and to the apartment around 6 o'clock that night. I park my car close to my front door this time to make it easier to carry all my extra stuff in. Mainly a plate of food Mom sent home with me that I warm up soon after I walk inside.

My eyes are already starting to flutter as I eat, and as soon as I finish eating I head to my bed crashing. I don't leave the confines of my comfortable bed for over 24 hours after that. Unless it was the necessary bathroom breaks, and food runs I couldn't bother to care.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore, and left my comfy confines about 10 o'clock Thursday morning. I get in the shower to wake me up from my half asleep zombie state. Already feeling an intense feel of dread about this evening with Abbie and Drake.

When I finish in the shower I wrap a towel around my body before walking back into my room. I search through my entire wardrobe of clothes several times finally deciding on a simple, three quarter length sleeve, short, fit-and-flare dress in a deep purple color. A pair of black ballet flats to match.

I get dressed then go back into the bathroom to do my hair and makeup. I keep my makeup simple, but add a small cat-eye effect with my eyeliner. I blow dry my hair straight, and add a black ribbon around the front tied in a bow at the top. Finishing the look by adding a deep purple stain that matches the color of my dress to my lips.

Leaving the bathroom I walk across the apartment to the coat closet. I put on my black pea coat from inside then grab my clutch purse and keys from the table beside the door. Walking out into the brisk beautiful autumn weather a little after noon, and locking the door.

It took me about five minutes to finally hail a cab. Followed by another hour to get across town to drop me off in front of Drakes Brownstone. In mere seconds after I rang the doorbell Abbie was swinging open the front door, and launching herself into my arms.

"Thank Gods you're finally here! I've missed talking to you this week, and I've been going absolutely crazy waiting for you to get here!"

I wrap my arms around her, and give her a pat on the back chuckling. "I've missed you too, Abs."

Abbie let me go then, but took me by the hand pulling me inside. "C'mon I desperately need your help in the kitchen, and you can tell me how the visit with your parents with while we're at it."

I shut the front door behind me as I follow behind Abbie. I start to laugh uncontrollably at the mention of my parents. Abbie giving me a silent look Asking if I was ok the longer my hysterics went on. I prop myself up on the center island until minutes later I stop laughing, and look at Abbie.

"I don't know if you're ready for that type of surprise this early in the day just yet. Where's Drake?"

"In his office. He said he'll be done before we finish. Now peel these, and start talking." She tells me sitting two bowls down in front of me. One full of potatoes, and the other with a pealing knife inside.

As I start working I jump straight into the gooey, messy shit I walked in on when I arrived at my parents. Blessing my best friend with a very vivid picture of my Aunt Sara thrusting that fake rod into my Mom. The same god forsaken image I can't get out of my own. Imitating my dads voice as I tell her all the points to their shared dynamics, and all the unwanted details he forced upon me also.

Abbie was so amazed she stopped cooking to look at me in shock as I finished the tale. The she doubled over in laughter, and soon we started in on the jokes about the craziness. While we cook Abbie actually helps me accept the situation between my parents and Aunt Sara more than the three of them really could.

It's almost 5pm by the time Abbie sits the last of the pies we cooked on top of the already covered table of food. I walk up to the table behind her, and actually look over the food we made for just Drake, myself, and Abbie. I believe we might have seriously over done it!

Abbie turns to me laughing. "Doesn't the saying go 'Like Mother, Like Daughter'? I guess that means you're destined to be with Duke and Dean!"

I take one of the rolls from the plate sitting on the table. Throwing it straight at Abbie's head, but she ducks as soon as she see the bread coming her way. Making it fly over her left shoulder hitting the wall.

"Shut Up Asshole! That's not funny! I'm not destined to be with either one of them. I gave up men completely, remember?"

"Sure." Abbie says totally not believing me between her laughter.

In the next moment the doorbell goes off following a knock at the front door. Abbie sobers up instantly, and starts giving me an innocent look. Like a kid that just got caught stealing a cooking from the cookie jar. While I look at her questioningly wondering what's going on.

Drake comes bouncing down the stairs then for the first time all afternoon. He walks straight up to the front door, and opens it without looking through the peep hole to see who is there. All I hear is murmured voices then a faint slapping, and the wood door is blocking me so I can't see who's out there either.

Finally Drake ushers them inside before closing the door. I send Abbie my fiercest death glare after I see who walks in. Fully understanding her pleading look of innocence now, but that sure as shit wasn't going to save her from my anger now!

The little she-devil promised me no one else would be here except Drake, Abbie, and I when I agreed to come all those weeks ago. Which it was until now! When the three very large men walked through the front door. Two of those men being Duke and Dean.

Abbie came up to my side wrapping my arm around hers, and starts to pull me into the room toward them. She comes to a stop in front of Drake smiling. Tightening her arm around mine to keep me from running away.

Drake has his arm behind some Italian guy pushing him forward slightly as he start to talk. "Dino I'd like you to meet Abbie Black. My Queen this is Dino Tuccii the guy I was telling you about about yesterday."

Abbie starts shaking the mans hand excitedly. "It's so great to finally meet you! I've heard so much about you. I even made you a special thank you dessert just for you." Giving Dino a wink.

Dino give her an awkward chuckle in return. "Um thanks. Drake should really stop telling that story. The accident wasn't as bad as the legend of its grown to be." Dino finishes looking at Drake letting go of Abbie's hand.

Drake pulls Abbie into his side laughing making her release my arm as well. "Oh please my friend. Yes it really was." He tells Dino before turning to face me. "Dino this is Abbie's best friend Mel Blu. Mel this is Dino. He was our helo pilot when we all served together, and came to work for me when he finally retired. Now he's the head of security at Sinful Delight."

I let my eyes travel the entire length of Dino's body once. The man was an Italian God! He looks like he is around Duke and Dean's age. With natural dark, golden brown, tatted up skin. His dirty blond hair was long at the top, and buzzed short at the sides. With the deepest pair of golden eyes I'd ever seen on a man!

You would think with this prime alpha male holding my hand my body would show some kind of reaction, but you would be dead wrong my friend! Not a single spark, tingle, or flutter of a heartbeat happened! It actually felt like I was shaking hands with one of my brothers!

"It's nice to meet you." I tell Dino letting go of his hand kinda quickly, and rubbing my palm against the skirt of my dress.

While I am shamelessly checking out Dino. Drake moves to stand between Duke and Dean, who was at the end of the line of men. He put his left arm on Dean's shoulders. Then pointed at Duke with his right hand while looking at me.

"Of course you both know Duke."

"Mel." Duke says only to me as he nods his head once, and gives me a burning look full of hunger.

"Duke. It's nice to see you." I lie, somewhat.

Then Drake points at Dean, and his smile seems to grown all the way across his face. "And this over-sized knucklehead is my big cousin Dean Masters. Dean meet Mel Blu."

"Cousin?" I question Drake just to be sure I heard that right shocked.

"Unfortunately, but I am unquestionably the better looking one of the two." Dean tells me grabbing my hand, placing a kiss on the back, and winking. "The pleasure is all mine."

I try my damndest to hide the shivers racing down my spine from Dean's touch. Snatching my hand out of his grip quickly, and hiding it behind my back. I take a step back away from him. As Drake walks back to Abbie pulling her into his side, and looking at us.

"Everyone ready to eat?" He ask the group.

"Hooray!" Dino says following behind Drake as he leads Abbie toward the kitchen table.

I turn around to follow them, but before I can even take a step Duke and Dean are standing on either side of me. Both of them giving me one of their arms to hold, so they can escort me to the table.

"Shall we?" Dean ask me first followed by Duke saying. "Allow us to escort you."

Reluctantly I nod my head ok, and wrap my arms around theirs. Slowly walking across the open living space toward the table. Dean let go of my arm first to pull out my chair. While Duke slide his fingers along the inside of my forearm to my hand helping me sit down. Then Dean pushed my chair forward before both men finally sat down themselves. Choosing the seats beside me.

The three of us took up the entire side of the table. That left Dino to chose the seat at the head of the table. While Drake sat next to him with Abbie at his other side, and directly in front of me. Once we're all settled Drake clears his throat to get our attention. His smiling face radiating joy as he starts to speak.

"Since the four of us men are actually together for once on Thanksgiving. I figured we should bring back a tradition from the holidays in the service by giving our thanks. Each of us will say one thing we are most thankful for this year. Dino since you're at the head of the table why don't you start?"

We all look at Dino as she starts to chuckle. "Seriously dude you really want to do this? Ok then. Well it's pretty easy actually. I'm thankful for being able to spend today with my family, and new friends. Cheers!" He says holding his wine glass, that I didn't realize Abbie must have filled some time earlier, up into the air for a toast.

"Here, here." The remaining four men say as all of our glasses clink in the air together.

"Duke?" Drake ask him next.

"Hmm." Duke hums in thought as he slides his hand under the hem of my skirt, and around to my inner thigh under the table. "Oh yes, I'm thankful for a unicorn that taste like ambrosia."

His fingers stop moving within an inch of my lace covered folds. My body can't seem to handle the lust wrecking havoc on my system, and starts to shake uncontrollably. I close my eyes tightly trying to fight off my body's reaction to him. I even manage to somehow cut off the sounds from the rest of the group as they start laughing at Duke's strange answer.

"Seriously a unicorn? Alright then, Mel?" Drake ask signaling it's my turn.

I can't think properly, and blurt our the first thing that comes to my mind, though. "I'm thankful for the number pi. 3.14159. I can keep going if you like." Everyone at the table is dumbstruck by my answer, except for the two assholes sitting beside me. Who can barely contain their laughter.

"Well ok, but that's not the same pi I want to get my hands on a little later. What about you Dean?" Drake jokes before moving on.

"I couldn't thank the person responsible enough for my living fantasies, and the sweet taste of honey." Dean says giving them a devious smile. While he glides his hand over my right thigh under the table. Digging his finger tips into the inside of my inner thigh, and pulling my legs apart.

I feel all of the color drain from my face. Trapped between both men, and unable to flee without causing a scene. Which is exactly what the scared little girl living inside my head was screaming at me to do.

They must have planned this from the start, because Duke took Dean's move as a signal. He begun gliding his fingers up the crease of my upper thigh, and around the curve of my hip. Stopping there with the string of my lacy thong wrapped inside his fist, and tearing it in two.

Duke slide his fingers back down across my folds. Moving the thong to the other side of my sex freeing my pussy. Dean followed Duke's actions. Ripping apart the opposite strap of my thong, and letting the ruined undergarment fall open between my parted legs.

My blood began racing through my veins. My arousal kept intensifying from the anticipation of what both men were going to do next. My sex consumed, one-track mind barely catches the last of Drakes words.

"Thankful for, My Love?" He must be asking Abbie.

"I'm thankful for how amazing my life is, and getting to enjoy Thanksgiving with my ever growing family." Abbie says before leaning over to give Drake a quick kiss on the lips. Her whole body seeming to glow as she pulls away.

I grit my teeth, and try to send her a grateful smile of my own. Only it comes out as more of a grimace. Since Dean chose that exact moment to start lazily circling my clit my his fingers. While Duke pushes his middle finger into my wet heat. Slowly inch by ridiculous inch at a time. Before pulling back out and starting again.

"Well I guess that just leaves me. I'm thankful for the love of an amazing woman, and a plethora of nights to come making more unforgettable memories with all of you. My family."

Drake finishes by raising his glass in the air for a final toast. The rest of us around the table follow suit. But, unlike everyone else, my arm is shaking so hard I'm afraid I might spill my wine, or heaven forbid drop my glass.

I grab ahold to the edge of the table with my free hand tightly. Trying to hold myself together long enough to clink my glass together with theirs, and sit it back down. It's simple really.

Only it becomes even more fucking impossible as both hands speed up their movements and intensity between my legs. Making stars erupt behind my open eyes, and goosebumps break out all of my skin.

Once the toast is finished, and my glass in one piece back on the table. The men go straight for the food passing each dish around. Neither Abbie or I get the luxury of fixing our own plates.

At least this gives me a small reprieve from one set of torturous fingers attacking me. Either Duke or Dean would hold up a dish asking if I want some before putting a small portion on my plate, and passing it along. While the other man kept working my cunt toward an all consuming orgasm.

I can smell my juices flowing out my core from under the table. Coating both sets of fingers, and the inside of my thighs in my cream. I could even hear the small quiff of air from Duke slamming his middle and index finger into my core over the others talking, and the scrapping of their utensils.

My body isn't equipped to handle this type of double assault so quietly. My orgasm is precariously balanced on the tip of a needle as time seems to stop around me. I close my eyes and lower my head moving the strands of my hair over my shoulders. Hoping to cover my face and my splotchy, over-heated skin.

I feel Duke place his lips along the outer shell of my left ear before speaking in a low husky voice. "Not yet My Precious." He tells me knowing exactly how close my body is to letting go completely.

Finally the last dish is sat back down on the table. With all of our plates full. Dean moves his lips to my right ear, but doesn't speak. Only moving his fingers in a maddening loop across my clit ruffly.

Drake claps his hands together loudly then. "Let's eat!"

As soon as Drake claps his hands together Dean slaps the palm of his hand down across my quivering clit. While Duke hooks his fingers inside my core, and stops on top of my g-spot. Except my body refuses to give in yet.

"Cum My Goddess." Dean whispers in my ear then, and my body goes spiraling over the edge.

I seal my lips closed, and bite down on my tongue hard to stop my scream of pleasure from coming out. Wave after wave of euphoric pleasure taking over my mind and body. Sending me to another plane of existence in that moment.

When I finally come back down from my all consuming orgasm. I desperately reach under the table blindly trying to push their lazily still moving fingers from between my legs, but neither of them will budge. Instead both of the men give me matching cocky, devious smirks.

Then Duke and Dean pick up their forks digging into their food. While simultaneously working on sending my body over that oh-so pleasurable cliff for a second time.

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So how did everyone like the super long chapter?!?
Fun fact about this story I had no plans for Mel's parents and her Godmother to be in a triad together. When I started writing this chapter the three of them kinda took over, and wrote their own story.
Essentially giving me a shove to the side as they told me to hold their beer and watch this!
I kinda liked it! 😜
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Until next time,
Callie

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