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Chapter -4- Conflict of the Heart

October 31 - 11:15pm Halfway between Virginia and Portugal ...

Nichole placed her hands on Vincent's face. "You guys have been so great, and so understanding. I appreciate it."

Vincent wrapped his arms around Nichole. "Hey, I don't want you to feel like you'd ever be judged. Don't look at this like it's weird."

"Then how should I look at it?" asked Nichole. "Nothing about me has ever been socially acceptable. I need to stop worrying what people will think about me."

Vincent kissed the tip of her nose. "Look at it as ... you and I have decided to take the next step in our relationship. I'm sharing all I am with you. I'm sharing my marriage with you. I'm sharing my feelings with you. I'm sharing all aspects of who I am with you."

"I..." She nodded. "And you're okay with this, Fox? Will your sister be okay with this?"

"She'll want to get in on it," said Fox. "I won't lie, she's very confident and she's very territorial. She won't care if we have sex with you, so long as she feels like she owns all three of us."

Nichole laughed. She brought her hands to her cheeks and rubbed the moisture away. "That's just a different kind of insecurity than what I have. Maybe her and I have more in common than I realized. She obviously has good taste in guys."

Vincent placed his hands on Fox's shoulder and guided Parker to his back. Vincent placed his palms on Nichole's hips and guided her to move over the mattress until she straddled Fox's thighs.

"Vincent, are you sure you won't judge me later?"

He smiled and whispered into Nichole's ear. "I told you, we're taking the next step in this relationship. I'm sharing my marriage with you. What's mine is yours."

"Okay, I trust you," she said softly. "Fox?"

"Vince is sharing his girlfriend with his husband and wife. I'm okay with this, so long as you will enjoy it."

"Okay." Her voice sounded relieved.

Vincent placed one hand on his husband's cock and his other on Nichole's soft rump. He guided her forward.

Nichole swallowed her anxiety, equally overcome with excitement and desire. She scooted forward until her hips were above Fox's waist.

She put her feet on the inside of Fox's ankles and guided his legs apart. Her hands went to Fox's athletic chest to steady herself. Once balanced, she cleared her throat. "I'm ready to try this."

Fox put his hands on her hips to keep her in place. "Vincent, will you do the honors?"

Vincent moved between Fox's knees, directly behind Nichole. He reached beneath her soft, smooth ass and took Fox's cock. With an eager grin, he guided the tip of Fox's dick up until it was lined up with Nichole's pussy. His fingers brushed against her moist sex. "Someone is really turned on."

"Yes," Fox said with a grin, answering so that Nichole didn't feel nervous. "I am, how nice of you to notice, Vince."

Nichole swallowed. She turned her head back, over her shoulder, and said, "If you're really gentle, Vincent, you can join."

"I'll use a lot of spit," he promised.

Fox licked his lips. "I feel it would be responsible to say I don't have a condom. So I'll tell you when I'm close, so you can pull off."

Nichole bit her lower lip. She didn't know how to admit that she'd never used a condom before. She shrugged. "Vincent is sharing his marriage with me. What's his is mine, now, right? Might as well enjoy every bit of this 'offering.' No regrets."

"If you change your mind, I'll tell you when I'm close."

Nichole smiled. "That's thoughtful of you, Fox. Thank you for thinking about me." She reached a hand down and used two fingers to guide her sensitive slit apart. Her body dropped down, slow and steady.

She felt herself impaled on Fox Parker's cock, from tip to hilt, as it stretched her aching little folds apart. She groaned softly.

Behind her, Vincent spit on his fingers. He reached down and rubbed his fingertips against the tightly puckered star of her virgin ass.

Nichole rolled her hips forward, delighted in what it felt like to take Fox inside of her body. She couldn't help but compare - Fox was wider, while Vincent was longer. She clenched her body, bearing down on Parker's throbbing cock.

Vincent's index finger, slick with saliva, eased into Nichole's backside. She felt the intrusion, but the addition of her boyfriend's finger actually increased the pleasure. It enhanced the tightness in her pussy.

She arched and ground her hips, using Fox's dick to pleasure herself. She flinched involuntarily at the sensation of a second finger sinking into her rump from behind.

"More spit..." she gasped, winded, "...please."

Vincent eased his fingers free from her backside. He glanced at his clean fingers. Vincent wiped his hand on a sock, tossed it aside, and spit into his hand. Carefully, he rubbed the saliva against her tight little backdoor. He spit into his fingers again, and guided the two fingers back into her body.

"How's it feel?" asked Fox.

"I don't know why I cried earlier," she replied with a slight grin. "This feels really, really good."

Fox slid his hands up, from her hips, to cup her breast. "You have a fantastic body. I love your curves."

Vincent eased both fingers into her, to the second knuckle. "Let's keep that between the three of us, Fox."

"I plan to."

Nichole grinned at how they spoke to each other. "It was nice listening to you two have sex earlier. It was nice being able to touch and feel you two grind against each other. I've been really keyed up since then."

Fox kneaded her breast with his palms, delighted to touch a woman with such a figure. "Thank you for this, Nichole."

"Thank you for helping me relax," she said. She leaned over and kissed Fox softly. She lifted her hips and firmly ground her body downward again.

Vincent leaned over and spit where his fingers had disappeared into her backside. Once his fingers were slick enough to slide in-and-out of her with minimum resistance, he drew his hand back and took her firmly by the hips. "Are you ready?"

"Mm-hmm," she murmured against Fox's lips.

Vincent guided his cock into place. He spit on his palm again, coated his manhood in the smooth sheen of saliva, and swallowed down his utter excitement at the fact he was having a three-way with someone other than Topaz.

"Okay," Vincent warned, "I'll be slow at first." He began to arch his hips. Vincent's cock eased inch-by-inch into Nichole's tight, slick ass.

Fox groaned. "God," he said in a muffled voice against Nichole's lips, "It just got so tight."

Vincent continued to push in, all the way to the hilt, until he was fully buried in her bubbly-shaped ass.

Fox continued to arch his hips, meeting each of Nichole's downward thrusts.

She felt Vincent's hands firmly on her hips.

Vince took up a similar rhythm, gliding into Nichole's tight ass, honored to have deflowered it.

Nichole shuddered from orgasm. She loved the sensation of Fox and Vincent, both inside of her at the same time. She continued to buck her hips, trying to work both boys' cocks. But being double-penetrated made her body, front and back, become extremely tight.

The pressure of having Vincent in her ass made her g-spot grind hard against Fox's dick. She came a second time, almost right overtop the first release.

Nichole felt breathless. A bead of sweat rolled down her forehead. Another trickled down her cleavage. She felt sweat bead up on her back. "Fuck me, Vincent. Fuck me good, while I use your husband's dick, baby."

Fox placed his hands on Nichole's hips, overtop of Vincent's hands.

Vincent interlaced his fingers with Fox's fingers, over Nichole's waist. He began bucking his hips firmly, plowing into Nichole's ass.

She wondered if the boys could feel one another's cock's almost grinding against one another, buried in the slick chambers of her pussy and ass.

"God this is amazing," Nichole panted against Fox's lips. "I'm cumming again," she boasted. Her tongue slid into Fox's mouth and she shivered at the sensation of Parker suckling on it.

Fox broke the kiss, briefly, and in a sultry voice, said to Vincent, "You ... ungh, you look like you're enjoying the hell out of yourself."

Vincent leaned forward, resting his chin on Nichole's shoulder. His lips met Fox's lips and they shared a kiss.

She heard the kiss by her ear. The sound caused a shiver, which tingled down her spine. Being double-stuffed was more than she'd ever imagined. And it felt so ... good. She coated Fox's throbbing dick with another layer of sticky cream. "God, yes, boys. I want to feel you both. I want you to fill me. Both of you."

"Are you sure?" Fox asked against Vincent's lips.

"God yes. Nobody is pulling out until you both cum."

Fox grinned at Vincent. "Love you, babe."

"I love you, too," Vincent said against his husband's lips. "And I love you, too, Nichole."

She blushed deeply, never having heard someone say those words to her before. "Vincent ... you don't have to say it if you don't mean it."

"I mean it. You and I have a connection, and you're equally compatible with my marriage. I know how I feel about this. I love you both."

She swallowed down emotion, not wanting to cry again. "Don't make me bawl during sex," she said weakly, adding, "I love you, too, Vincent." She bit her lower lip. "Now fill me like you filled Fox, earlier."

Vincent, overwhelmed with emotion, reached release. He groaned and lifted his head, panting hard. "God that's it. There it is."

Nichole tensed up. She felt her ass become loose and slick from the gush of frothy seed offered by her boyfriend. She ground her teeth together and sucked air in through them. "I can feel it." Vincent shot so much hot, viscous cum inside her that he began to slip in and out with hardly any resistance at all.

Vincent reached beneath and dabbed his finger against the milky froth rolling down her inner thighs. He guided the slick finger, dripping with frothy cream and teasingly pressed it against Fox's rump.

Fox arched his hips and gasped. He climaxed instantly, and exclaimed in delight. "Fuck! God yes!"

Nichole felt the warm flood joining her own juices. "That's it, Fox. Good boy." She leaned down, flush, chest to chest, and clung to him. Her hands moved about, exploring Fox's face. She pet his hair, and then his shoulders.

Vincent rolled to the right and flopped onto his back. "Best night ever." He took a deep breath followed by a relaxed breathing pattern. "...Little too hot in here; feel lightheaded. Will be fine in a minute."

Nichole came, again, at the sensation of Vincent sliding out so rapidly. Combined with the feeling of Fox's seed pumping up inside of her, she felt a double overlapping orgasm.

"Fox," she panted. "God, baby, that feels good."

She thought she would have felt dirty. Instead, she felt liberated.

Fox's body relaxed beneath her. He reached up and cupped her cheeks. "Thank you for that."

She bit her lower lip, hearing something in his voice. "Are you okay?"

"You're ... basically the first woman I've had sex with. I mean, Topaz, of course, but..." Fox felt flustered. He cleared his throat. "I've only had sex with Vincent and Topaz, and some part of me feels like I should have waited for this until Topaz was present."

"Oh." And suddenly, there was that nagging awkwardness she feared would happen. It crept into her heart and weighed heavily on her stomach.

Fox rubbed his thumbs over Nichole's upper cheeks. "That came out wrong. I am so happy I have another lover to join our little family. But I've never been with another woman before. I'm new at this. Some part of me feels a bit insecure, now. Or maybe I'm feeling silly for not having waited for my twin. I mean, we do everything together after all."

Nichole swallowed and nodded. "So once I have your sister's validation, you'll have no more regrets, right?"

"I didn't mean for you to put it like that. I honestly enjoyed what happened between us. I really did. But now that my hormones have cooled off, I feel like I rushed into it."

Nichole grimaced. How could something that felt so right a little while ago suddenly feel less than perfect now? She took a deep breath and nodded. "You ... you said this was your first time with someone other than Topaz. I understand that. I was scared after my first time with Vincent. I'm scared now."

"Nichole, please don't be upset about what we did."

"I'm not. I'm worried you are."

"I'm not upset."

Nichole cleared her throat. She reached over and put her hand on the mattress. Silence. Nichole felt around until finding Vincent's forearm. It was feverishly hot.

Vincent didn't respond.

Nichole bit her lower lip. "He feels warmer than he should."

Fox drew one of his hands from her face. He reached over and checked Vincent. His tone changed, taking on what sounded like worry. "You're right, he feels ... Vincent?"

Silence.

Fox gave Nichole's hip a pat. "Do you mind, hon?"

Nichole gently eased herself from Fox's still-hard cock. She shifted over and sat down besides Vincent. Her hands found his hips. "Babe?"

Fox sat up and put his hands on either side of Vincent's face, patting Nevada's cheeks firmly. "Vince, did you pass out?"

He didn't respond.

Fox leaned over and put his ear against Vincent's mouth. "His breathing sounds normal. Deep, like he's just sleeping. But he was never a deep sleeper. Not since the kids were born. He wakes up at the drop of a hat anymore.

"He said it was hot in here," Nichole said. "Feel his skin. He has a fever."

Fox lifted his head. "Did he discharge all of his radiation?"

"You mean from the bomb?"

Fox frowned. "Is that what happened? A bomb? All I knew is there was a nuclear explosion in California and nobody would give me all the details."

"You didn't ask," she said with a frown. "Is he okay?"

"Nichole, you need to understand that Falcon sends Vincent to fix whenever a nuclear power plant goes critical. This time, Falcon sent him to find you." The worry in Fox's voice was proof-positive that he was concerned for his husband.

"Yes, we have done assignments together, Fox."

"When we heard about an eruption in California, I just assumed it was a power plant. You guys said you lost your eyes to a nuclear flash. I never realized it was a nuclear attack. I thought your proximity absorption ability would protect you from radiation, and just assumed that the radiation interfered with your ability to heal or something."

"Fox, calm down." Nichole put her hand on the back of Fox's wrist. "Please. I know you're worried about him. We both are. We both love him. But we need to be calm for him. Now, why would he have a fever?"

"If he doesn't discharge all the radiation he's absorbed, it's hard on his body. Strenuous activity or anxiety, or anything that produces adrenaline will add to the stress on his body."

"For weeks after the detonation, he used to leave the mansion and take walks in downtown San Francisco."

"Wait, as in ... He would visit ground zero?"

Nichole shrugged. She hated being helpless. "On the way here, we were on the train, and he told me he did it so he could save the city."

"That's a lot of radiation to dispel."

Nichole swallowed, worried. "He said the downtown area was too concentrated to save it. He said if he had several months to work on it, he could have made everything better." She rubbed her face.

"Okay, so you borrow abilities right?"

"Yes, Fox. When I went with him to that power plant in Maryland, he took me out to Manhattan Island afterwards. There was nothing left of Manhattan, so he said it was a good place. He held my hand and discharged the radiation from my body. Then we came back to New Atlantis."

"Did you go with him on his walks around San Fran this past month?"

She shook her head. "He was worried because I don't heal anymore. I just assumed he discharged his radiation after his walks."

Fox nodded. "He knows he has to. Maybe it's harder to do it when absorbing something more focused, like from a bomb. I don't know." Parker slid out of bed.

She heard him move to the aft section, followed by the sound of running water.

Fox wrung out a wet cloth in the sink and brought it back to bed.

Parker pressed the cool cloth against Vincent's forehead. "Babe, you surprised us by falling asleep. Are you okay?"

No reply.

Nichole covered her face with her hands. "I find the perfect guy, and I even accept this new relationship experience ... and now I could lose him and..."

Fox used his free hand and cupped Nichole's face. "Shh. You're not going to lose him. He isn't dying. He's unconscious. The fever means something is wrong, but he's breathing normally. We don't even know if it's the radiation or not."

Nichole felt around until she found one of Vincent's hands. She brought his hot knuckles to her lips. "C'mon babe." She paused and frowned. "I've been around him for a long period of time. I've adopted his radiation ability. And I'm telling you right now that I don't sense radiation."

"What do you mean when you say 'a long period of time,'" asked Fox, adding, "You mean you would still have it if you were separated from him, now?"

"Yeah."

Fox continued to used the cold moist rag on Vincent's face. "Is that why you turned into a werewolf this morning when you passed out and slept all afternoon?"

"I did?" She frowned. "I woke up human."

"It was just for a few hours. You changed back. Vincent said you were sensitive about it, so we worked together to gather all the fur. We flushed it. He said you would feel awkward if you did that around me, because you were already on edge, worrying whether or not I didn't like you."

"You guys really cleaned up all the fur so I could keep my dignity?"

"Yeah. If he cares about you, then so do I." Fox continued to press the cold rag against Vincent's forehead.

"Yet you felt weird we had sex?"

Fox paused. "I don't regret having sex with you, Nichole. I feel like I shared something beautiful with you and my husband. What I felt had nothing to do with you. I simply meant I felt like I should have waited. Topaz, I assure you, will not be mad. But she is my soul mate. So I feel like I should have waited for her to be apart of this."

"Oh. So you're not...?"

Fox took Nichole's hand and guided it to the cool rag. He brought both hands up and cupped Nichole's cheeks. He kissed her softly. "I don't regret this. I regret not waiting for Topaz to be apart of it. I regret not being fair to her. She's at home, right now, with her feet up, staring at the walls."

"Oh." Nichole gently brought the rag down and placed it over Vincent's eyes. "Not to change the subject, but has he ever done this before?"

"Yeah. A long time ago, after handling these power core objects. His body sort of rebooted after each time he handled one of those cores. So, technically, it happened twice."

"What made him better?"

"A saline IV and wet rags laid across his body. He woke up in the hospital the next day, and he was completely fine."

"I hope that's all this is."

Fox kissed her forehead and slid off the bed. "Falcon won't begrudge me for ending my job a few hours early. Vincent's health is more important. Let's get him back to New Atlantis. We'll take him to the hospital. He's just dehydrated. Take his shirt into the bathroom and run it under the faucet. Ring it out and I'll help you put it on him. That will help a lot."

"What are you going to do?"

Fox walked away from the bed. "I'm going to change the autopilot coordinates. We're heading back to New Atlantis right now."

"Why didn't you and your sister just escape?"

"There is a microchip under my skin just above the nape of my neck. Falcon says it's an explosive and it can even put us into a medically induced coma."

"Oh my God..."

"I managed to interface with mine. I shut it off. But I can't seem to interface with the one in my sister's head. I can't risk killing her, so I do what Falcon says for now."

She bit her lower lip and felt around until finding Vincent's shirt. "Thank you for being so ... understanding. About him, about me, about us ... about the sex. You're a good guy, Fox."

"I look forward to the next time. I promise I won't be weird and insecure again." He slid into the cockpit seat and integrated himself with the submarine's controls.

"At least you didn't start bawling right in the middle of foreplay. I can't tell you how embarrassed I was." She slid out of the bed and went to the back of the sub. She felt her way along the bulkheads until finding a small bathroom, complete with a tiny shower stall, large enough for one person.

She put Vincent's shirt under the shower head and fidgeted with the knob until the water was cold. Afterwards, she brought the freshly-wrung wet shirt back to Vincent and sat on the bed.

She shifted her hips and cringed at the sensation of both men's seed, which started to run down her inner thighs. "Thanks, gravity," she muttered softly. With a soft sigh, Nichole sat Vincent up against the bulkhead and pulled his shirt over his head.

Fox approached. "It's inside out." He grinned. "Not that it matters. At least you got it on him. That's what matters. Nichole, I'm glad he has you. We all care about him. We all love him."

She lifted her head. Her vacant stare seemed to look straight through Fox. "I love that man. If he loves you, then I'll love you, too. Have Topaz meet us at the hospital when we arrive. I hope she's as accepting as the two of you."

"You're a woman," said Fox. "She'll be even more accepting to you. She has a soft spot for women. What I mean is, women are her weakness. She'll want to take you back to our place for a hot bath and girl talk. You're exactly what she needs."

Nichole sighed, feeling the anxiety drain out of her. "Really? She won't hate me for attacking you two in the past?"

"No. Paz has one weakness - women. All common sense goes out the window when something involves a pretty face. Vince and I have seen Paz confident, cocky and competitive all our lives. Right from the start, you'll see a side of her that we rarely experience."

"I hope I see anything," Nichole said. "I know that's not what you meant, but I'm nervous about whether or not I'll get my eyes back."

"If you don't, then so what?" Fox put his hand against Vincent's neck. "He's starting to cool down a little bit. He'll still need fluids when we get back."

"Yeah." She frowned. "Also, what do you mean, Fox? You don't care that I'm blind?"

"That's not what I meant. I want you to be happy again, sure. But I don't judge you for your eyes. If you get them back, I'll be delighted for you. If you don't, I'll still care for you the way I care for Vincent. Just..." Fox spoke with a smile. "Don't try and kill us anymore."

She laughed nervously and looked away. "Yeah, no, I won't. I'm not that person anymore. I look forward to meeting Topaz when I get back. If she's like you say, then we'll get along great."

"It won't be long. Just a few hours. Did you want to take a shower before we arrive?"

"Yeah, in a little bit. I want to sit with Vincent first."

"Did you want a towel for your thighs?"

Nichole blushed. "I, uh ... I'll be fine. It's a nice reminder of how much I enjoyed that."

Fox sat down besides her. He put one hand on Vincent's knee. His other went to Nichole's free hand. He rubbed his thumb gently across her knuckles. "Welcome home. And by home, I don't mean Falcon's city. I mean our little family."

"Thanks." She leaned forward and rested her head against Fox's chest. Meanwhile, she used one hand to touch Vincent's face. "It's nice to feel wanted."

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