ALL FOR US || The Boondock Saints

S E V E N T E E N

It had been a year since the trio had began living together. The thought of not being close with the boys felt unnatural to Victoria, and she couldn't remember what she did for fun before they were a main part of her life. There were many small things that she loved about their three-way relationship that she wouldn't have even considered in the past. People around them assumed they were in it for the group sex, which annoyed them. Sure, that part of the relationship was good. Fantastic, even. But the feeling of being loved and cared for so deeply by not just one person, but two, was much better.

Victoria loved waking up in the morning and walking out into the kitchen where the boys would already be awake, having a discussion in a different language. She enjoyed standing quietly in the door way, listening to them. Sometimes she recognized them speaking in French, sometimes Gaelic, sometimes Italian. She was never not blown away by how intelligent they both were.

She loved walking down the street and having them both hold her hands; it made her feel a kind of safe and secure that she had never experienced before.

She also loved learning about the differences between them both. Lots of people only knew Connor and Murphy from the outside, and just assumed they had the same personalities, because they were twins. They did have a lot of similarities; they always seemed to walk in sync, or they would mirror each other when lighting a cigarette. She enjoyed seeing them watching something on the TV and bursting out laughing at the same time, their smiles and laughs nearly identical.

Their bodies were also very similar. Victoria could happily spend a very long time admiring both of them when they were completely naked. They were broad and muscular, the size of their arms alone gave her butterflies in her stomach. She loved the matching tattoos on their hands, arms, and necks, also.

Something else the boys shared was how they felt about Victoria. They both loved watching her do her hair and makeup, or getting undressed at the end of the day. They loved watching her standing on the tips of her toes to reach something in a high place, or how she leaned across the kitchen counter when having a conversation. Connor was always taken back by how much he loved when he woke up next to her in the morning, the delicious smell of her hair and skin surrounding him and making his heart pound. Murphy felt the same thing whenever they returned home from work and Victoria, without fail, would launch herself into his arms in excitement, every single time.

Both boys had had to deal with assumptions from people around their sex life. Sometimes they didn't mind as they knew people were genuinely curious. But other times people would assume that they were only with her because they wanted to fuck her, which pissed them both off to no end every time. People had expressed jealousy towards them both, which they also understood. But when they began asking to be able to 'join' the relationship in order to fuck their girlfriend, the boys would get angry. They would be jealous too, if it were someone else dating Victoria, though. She was sweet, funny, and the craziest cross between beautiful and hot they had ever witnessed.

Watching the TV on a Sunday morning, the three of them finished eating breakfast and were lazing around on the couch. The news had been playing a segment on the Saints, which featured people being interviewed about where they thought the Saints had gone. Connor and Murphy watched quietly, feeling guilty. They usually never watched the news when they were being spoken about, but this was different. Victoria could tell they were feeling guilty about taking a hiatus from their work. The boys were usually so chaotic, but now they were quiet, which made her anxious.

"You guys okay?" She asked gently.

"Aye, love." Connor said, looking away from the TV and smiling at her. He stretched his arm out and rubbed his brother's neck. "Still just gettin' our heads around everything."