Page 3 of Tinsel and Teasing

“I’ll bid on my own if I have to.”

“Chill man, I’m in for whatever it takes.”

“Feel free to back out. I’ll be happy to keep her for myself.” A possessive streak burns inside of me, but the three of us are as close as brothers. I would never go back on my word with them.

I’d just like to figure out how to get her alone for our first time. Formyfirst time. I’m way too old to be a virgin. It’s the only secret I’ve kept from my Clyde and Knox.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. The winner gets four hours of basic help from the person they win, not four hours of sex. So why can’t I get that idea out of my head?

The memory of her bent over our table, her tits spilling out of the top of her dress, and the blush on her cheeks has my dick hard. I’d take that sight again any day. I’d also appreciate the view from the other end, my hands taking in the curves of her hips, my cock prodding for entrance to her sweet pussy.

Her scent enchanted me. I inhale deeply but only a hint of it is left. I’ve got it bad for her. All of us do. From the moment Clyde showed us posts about this auction in the social media gossip group SmorgasSmut, we were all obsessed with her.

I haven’t been paying attention, and suddenly the auctioneer is taking a break, calling some people up front for a discussion. Does the rich dude from Eggplant Canyon who volunteered to be the auctioneer not understand that auctions don’t have secret deals?

Nervousness weighs in my stomach. Is he trying to control who wins? I’ll come unhinged if he interferes with me winning Isadora.

A few moments later, a consensus has been reached, and three guys are declared joint winners, just like with the first woman. I’m bidding with Clyde and Knox. By my count, that makes three. Let’s keep the pattern going.

The blonde leaves the stage, seemingly pleased with raising the full twenty thousand, and undaunted by three strangers winning her. Will Isadora be as willing?

I lean forward, resting my elbows on my knees, my hands balled in front of my mouth.

My leg starts to twitch, forcing me to reposition. I sit back and rest a hand on our table, tapping anxiously with my knuckles.

Then Isadora takes the stage. I can’t make out any of the auctioneer’s comments because I’m consumed by the desire to rush up there, scoop her up in my arms, and steal her away.

Comments from men at the tables around us make me angry. They’re going to bid on her. It’s not that I consider them competition because wewillwin but I don’t want them looking at her, talking about her, or even thinking about her.

Barely able to stop myself from causing a scene, a shred of logic tells me that confrontation would run too much risk of worrying her.

I grab the bidder’s paddle from the table and extend it in the air. I don’t know what the bid amount is, but I keep accepting whatever numbers the auctioneer rambles through the PA system .

Knox must not want to feel left out because he rips the paddle from my hand and holds it as high as he fucking can, not bringing it down when the bid is acknowledged, simply flicking it with his wrist every time someone else gets acknowledged.

Finally, the auctioneer declares us winners of sweet Isadora.

Now for the hard part—convincing her to go home with us. Although, after the scene with the first woman auctioned to her stepbrothers, and the second woman won by strangers, I don’t suppose it’ll be that weird.

After the way she was flirting with us and teasing us, all I can hope is that I don’t fucking embarrass myself when they figure out I’m a virgin.

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Knox

SinceIwasholdingthe bidder’s paddle when the winner was declared, I like to think that I have a claim to Isadora, but the deal with Luke and Clyde is that we’re equals.

Our time in the military together took us through some rough shit. We have each other’s backs.

And when we saw Isadora’s picture in the auction information, the only solution to how much each of us wanted her was to share. With her permission of course. Any tasks beyond cooking, cleaning, and gift wrapping are a long shot, but those domestic tasks aren’t what we want.

This is the woman I want to give my virginity to—one of the few things I haven’t revealed to my brothers. I’m at least ten years overdue to have sex but until seeing Isadora’s picture, I hadn’t found the right woman.

Then she ended up at the table right in front of us. I’m willing to accept fate. And even if her falling on our table was pure coincidence, she teased us on purpose as if she wants us to win her. I recognize a win-win situation when I see it.

The bigger problem is that she might know about Clyde’s social media persona where he’s a lumberjack sex symbol or something.

Jealousy courses through me that she could have ulterior motives and might not be game for all three of us.

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