Three Men and a Bride by Opal Carew Page A

and captured her lips, showing he knew exactly what she had in mind.
    They reached the front door and he fumbled in his pocket for the key, then opened the door and stepped inside.
    “Hey, great, thanks.”
    She felt herself scooped from Drake’s arms and suddenly glanced from him to another male face.  Her hands automatically hooked around his neck to steady herself.  Her heart jumped a beat.  It was Drake’s face.  Or rather, one of his brother’s.
    “Great gift, bro.  I hope you have another for Craig.”
    She glanced at Drake again and then back at… this must be Abel.
    “No such luck, man,” Drake said.  “This one’s all mine.  Marie, this is my brother Abel.”  He glanced at his brother.  “Where’s Craig?”
    “In the kitchen,” Abel answered.  “We thought you’d be hungry so he whipped up some chili.”
    “I need to get the luggage.”  Drake kissed Marie on the cheek and smiled.  “You’re in good hands here.  I’ll be right back, okay?”
    No.  It wasn’t okay. It was very unnerving to be in this strange man’s arms, even though he looked exactly like her husband.  In fact, especially because he looked exactly like Drake.  But she nodded, ignoring the nervous flutter in her stomach.
    “Abel, get Marie a drink, will you?  Then show her around the main floor.”
    “Sure thing, bro.”
    “And maybe put me down,” she suggested.
    Abel grinned at her.  “Tired of me already, eh.”
    He lowered her to her feet and she released his neck, then smoothed down the skirt of her sundress.
    Drake had disappeared out the front door and now she stood alone with his brother.
    “I could use that drink,” she said.
    “Sure thing.  That way.”  He pointed to a doorway and gestured for her to precede him.
    She walked through it to a large gourmet kitchen with dark wood cabinets, glossy granite counters and slate floors.  The wonderful, spicy aroma of the chili filled the room.
    “Hey, there.  You must be Marie.”  Another Drake stepped from behind the counter and held out his hand.
    She placed her hand in his, thrown totally off balance by the feel of his big, warm hand enveloping hers as he shook it.
    “You must be Craig.”  The words came out as a croak and she cleared her throat.
    Instead of releasing her hand, he pulled her against him, his arms tightening around her in a warm embrace.
    “Welcome to the family.”  He squeezed, then released her.
    She gazed up at his smiling face and, for a moment, could almost believe this was actually Drake standing in front of her.  She smiled faintly at him.  Oh, God, they looked so much alike.  And they were probably alike in a lot of ways.  Their voices were the same.  Their physiques were the same, all three quite fit and muscular.  Her brain then darted to where she forbade it to go.  They were identical triplets, so all parts of their anatomies would be the same.
    Visions of Drake’s exceptionally large, erect cock shimmered through her brain and suddenly she could imagine Craig standing before her, with his big cock standing erect.  She could imagine wrapping her hand around it, then Abel stepping beside Craig, his cock swelling to attention, too.  She would wrap her hand around his, too, then crouch down and—
    La la la la la....  She could not think about this.  She forced her brain to change direction and glanced around her new kitchen.
    “Drink?” she squeaked.
    “I think we’re overwhelming her,” Abel said behind her.  “We’ve got beer, wine, and a pitcher of marguerites.”
    “Marguerite, please.”
    Craig went to the stove to check the pot of chili and Abel handed her glass tinkling with ice.  She sipped the tart drink and sighed.
    “So how about that tour?” Abel said.
    “Oh,” her hand tightened around the cold glass.  “Maybe later.  Right now I’d just like to sit down.”
    Abel led her to a bright, spacious living room with dark brown wood furniture and rust colored  couch and