Too Many (Too 2)

Epilogue

Owen

Ten Years Later…

I stand in the kitchen watching my wife roam around the pool while our boys and little girl swim around, laughing and playing. She’s in her bright yellow bikini as she tends to the flower beds we made her last week. We all worked together to build them for her on Mother’s Day while she and our daughter had a day at the spa. Now they are filled with bright pink flowers the girls picked out together. They spent yesterday planting them.

I hear Elijah come up behind me to look out the window, too. The barbeque isn’t supposed to start for another hour, but Nellie’s mom and aunt are already here. They are sitting by the pool watching the kids play.

“The pool was a good idea,” Elijah says, his eyes on our wife. It was nice to get to watch her stroll around in a bikini most of the time. We waited for the kids to get older before we got one. We finally cracked and had it installed at the beginning of the summer. We spend most of our nights out here. It’s been a perfect summer. We already have plans to put in a jacuzzi this fall before winter hits. You can bet your ass there will be no bikini then. “Or not,” Elijah adds when some fucker comes strolling from the side of the house. He’s got something in his hand.

“We need a fence,” I suggest, narrowing my eyes on the guy.

“We have one,” Elijah growls.

“A taller one.” How the fuck did this guy even get through the lock? Never mind. I bet our wife unlocked it when she was setting up for the barbeque. That’s the only way.

I push off the sink, but Elijah is already a few steps ahead of me. I grab his shirt to stop him.

“Take a breath,” I tell him.

“I know that’s the new fuck who moved in down the street that’s always waving at our wife.”

“Kids,” I remind him. We can’t break his waving fingers in front of them. Elijah also can’t walk out the door and punch the guy for stopping by. Who knows, he could have gotten our mail or something. Or he could have stolen our mail just to bring it over here to my wife, who is standing there almost naked.

Elijah takes a deep breath, but as quickly as he starts to get it together, I can see something else spring into his head. “You don’t think…” He looks out the back door to where my wife is standing talking to the guy.

“She invited him,” I confirm. I can see now in his hand is a dish of food.

“Motherfucker. I’ll uninvite him,” Elijah throws out. He once again starts to head toward him, but I grab him back again, this time by his shoulder. We can be possessive cavemen when it comes to our wife. We have on more than one occasion beat our chests like cavemen snatching her out of reach of anyone we thought was looking at her for too long.

“He’s not checking her out,” I tell Elijah. I’m not sure how he’s not. I don’t care that it’s been ten years and two pregnancies, our wife has the best damn body I’ve ever seen. How is he managing to look casual and not show any interest?

I turn my head when I see another man come across the lawn, this one with two little girls with him. The little girls run and jump into the pool quickly, making my wife laugh. They swim over to my daughter. The man walks up to the other, giving him a kiss and wrapping his arm around him.

“Oh,” Elijah says. I start to laugh. Our wife’s eyes come to us as she takes the dish from the man’s hand before heading our way. I slide open the door and let her in. She sets the pasta salad down.

“You two get it together?” She raises an eyebrow as she smirks, looking between us. She probably saw us getting all worked up and was enjoying it.

“Still spanking your ass later,” Elijah tells her. She gives him a quick kiss, unfazed by his comment. He squeezes her ass. She turns and gives me one next.

“I look forward to it.” She turns, heading back outside, making sure to sway her ass at us as she goes.

I’m going to enjoy watching my brother spank her ass later, too. I turn to adjust my hard cock thinking about it.