Page 93 of Lords of the Campus

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 freshseafood 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.

Maybe 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.

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