53. Archer

53

ARCHER

T he summer sun casts a golden glow over the bustling streets of Paris as we step out of our hotel. Lyric holds Eli's hand while Levi, Zane and I surround them. The air is filled with the scent of freshly baked croissants and the melodic sounds of street musicians. This trip to Europe is a much-needed escape, a chance for all of us to unwind and create new memories together.

"Look, Daddy!" Eli tugs at my sleeve, pointing to a mime performing in the square. The mime tips his hat to Eli, making him giggle. Lyric squeezes my hand, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

We stroll along the Seine, stopping at quaint cafés for pastries and coffee. "Try this one, it's amazing," Levi says, offering Lyric a bite of his pain au chocolat .

"Delicious," she agrees, wiping a crumb from the corner of her mouth.

Every day is a new adventure with my family by my side. In the Louvre, Eli's fascination with the artwork surprises us all. He's particularly taken with the statues, his little fingers reaching out to trace over the hard marble. We have to keep him from touching everything. I scoop him up and show him a sword. "Look, it's a big sword!" I say, pointing it out. Eli claps and points at it.

"Sword!" he repeats. He's almost three now and he's very chatty. "Real sword, Daddy?" he asks.

"Sort of." Zane chuckles. "It's a replica."

After Paris, we head to Rome. Tossing coins into the Trevi Fountain, we make silent wishes for the future. "I wished for more adventures with you," Lyric whispers, leaning into me.

We also take a tour of the Colosseum ruins. "Imagine being a gladiator here," Levi muses, pretending to hold a sword.

"I protect you, Momma," Eli says earnestly, making us all laugh.

When we head to Florence, Eli gets excited at the sight of Michealangelo's David statue, while Lyric is enchanted by the Uffizi Gallery's masterpieces. We wander through the city's cobblestone streets, discovering charming boutiques and enjoying leisurely meals at family-run trattorias. "This ravioli is the best I've ever had," Zane says, savoring each bite.

Once we're tired of Florence, we head for Venice where we take Eli and Lyric on a gondola ride. The sun sets in a blaze of colors, reflecting off the water as we soak in the romance of the city. "This is perfect," Lyric sighs, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Look, a lion!" Eli points excitedly at a statue in the distance.

We hike through the rolling hills of Tuscany with Eli riding on Zane's shoulders. "I can see everything from up here!" Eli exclaims, his arms spread wide.

"Hold on tight, little man." Zane laughs, steadying Eli with a firm grip.

Heading down the coast, we stop next to Cinque Terre, where we explore the colorful villages clinging to the cliffs. We dip our toes in the azure waters of the Mediterranean and savor fresh seafood at a seaside restaurant. "This view is breathtaking," Lyric says, snapping a photo of the sun setting over the water.

After Italy, we head for Spain and wander through the whimsical architecture of Park Güell, Eli's laughter filling the air as he runs ahead.

"This place is incredible," Levi says, taking photos of the colorful mosaics.

At lunch, we indulge in tapas, paella and rich, red wine. "I could get used to this." Lyric smiles, clinking her glass with mine.

Spain gives way to the Netherlands and we go north as the summer heat gets warmer. We cycle along the canals, Eli riding in the child's seat on the back of Lyric's bike. He screams in excitement as the wind whips our hair around.

As we traverse through Europe, my brothers and I grow closer to Lyric with each passing day. We take turns playing with Eli, giving Lyric moments to herself to explore or simply relax. We share stories, laughter, our dreams and our bond strengthens with every shared experience.

Near the end of the summer, we finally head back down to Greece, where we bask in the beauty of the islands. We explore the white-washed villages and the blue-domed churches standing out against the azure sky. "This place is magical," Lyric sighs, taking in the stunning views.

We relax on the beach, building sandcastles with Eli and splashing in the clear waters. "I don't want this to end," Zane admits, lying back on his towel.

"Neither do I," Lyric agrees, her eyes meeting mine.

"Let's get a babysitter for the night," I suggest, winking at Lyric as we keep an eye on Eli. "We want to take you out for a romantic meal."

Lyric hums. "That sounds like a wonderful idea. Maybe we can even enjoy an after-dinner dessert in the hotel room?"

I grin, running my hands over her arm. We've been enjoying the sights of Europe, but we've also been enjoying each other immensely as well. We've had incredible sex in every city, sometimes in hotel rooms, sometimes not.

As Eli grows more tired, we head back to the hotel and arrange for someone to watch him for the evening.

M aybe when we bring them back next year, we should consider getting an Au Pair , I muse as I get myself dressed for our night out.

I straighten my tie, stepping back to check myself out in the mirror. I'm wearing a fitted navy suit and a slim black tie over a white button-up shirt. It brings out the color of my eyes and I give myself a thumbs-up, satisfied that I look good for Lyric.

When I walk into the lounge area, Lyric is there, putting in a pair of hoop earrings. She's got a black milkmaid-style dress on that comes to just above her knees, with red roses all over it. It looks amazing on her, all soft and silky and it makes me want to run my hands all over her body.

"You look beautiful, baby," Levi says as he comes out of the closet, fastening his silver cufflinks. He's wearing a black three-piece suit with a black tie and his hair, which he's grown out, is tied up in a bun at the back of his head.

"Swanky," I tell him, enjoying how we're all dressed up tonight.

Zane stands up from the couch, walking over to take Lyric's arm. He's got on a silk blouse, the top two buttons undone and russet trousers. We look good together, though each of our styles still complements us.

Taking Lyric by her other hand, we head out for a nice restaurant right on the water. We sit on a balcony overlooking the ocean, a gentle breeze blowing around us as we enjoy fresh seafood and fruit, sipping our wine and chatting about everything we've done.

By the time we're ready to head back to the hotel, we're all relaxed and ready to have a good time. We waste no time stripping out of our fancy clothes before falling into bed with Lyric, enjoying the fact that we can all be as loud as we want now.

As I rut into Lyric's warm pussy, I find myself wondering what it might be like to put another baby in her belly. I wonder what she looked like with Eli. I bet she was so round, so perfect. The thought spurs me on and I find myself releasing soon after.

Lyric follows behind as Levi milks her clit, licking and sucking it for all his worth. She comes with a scream, the bed shaking as Zane pounds into her from behind.

Zane's orgasm hits next, and he stiffens, flooding her ass with his seed as he orgasms hard. "Fuck, you're always so tight, so ready for us, Lyric," he says, voice ragged with exertion.

Lyric turns, pulling Levi toward her. "Fuck me, baby," she begs, clasping their hands together. We move out of the way as Levi climbs atop her and slips inside, immediately setting a brutal, punishing pace.

"Oh, God!" he cries out. "Fucking hell. Lyric, you're so wet!"

Lyric's eyes roll back in her head as she comes a second time, squeezing around Levi, who falls off the cliff right behind her, bending down to kiss her hard as he floods her pussy with his seed.

As we come down from the high, I jump up to get some towels to clean up. "We should take a shower together," Lyric says, tracing lines on Levi's chest. "We can get clean and keep the party going."

When I return, I start wiping her down and she stares up at me and our eyes meet, adoration shining through. "We want you to move in with us," I blurt out, my brain short-circuiting.

"What?" Lyric sits up, glancing at my brothers.

"This wasn't how we were going to ask," Levi says, turning a mock glare in my direction. "But yeah, we want you to move in with us next semester. We did the whole frat house thing, but now we want some privacy and we want to enjoy more time together as a family."

"We can find a place near campus," Zane adds. "Something close, with plenty of space. And maybe even room to grow?" he suggests.

Lyric looks between the three of us, searching our faces to see if we might be joking. When she finds nothing there, she cracks a beaming smile.

"Of course I'll move in with you," Lyric agrees. "I can't believe you think I might have said no. I love the idea of having our own space."

It's been a journey to get here, but I'm so happy that Lyric is going to be a permanent part of our lives now. We'll get to see her every evening after class and we'll be able to wake up with her every morning. We also will get to be with Eli all the time as well, to keep watching him grow and learn.

"I'm so happy," Lyric says, snuggling into us.

I have to agree. This is the happiest I've ever been.