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Santorini Paradiso Ch. 01

By: lamoureuse



Elena wrapped herself in a towel and stepped up out of the shower. She took a second towel and, leaning over, wound it around her wet hair, flipping the remaining end up over her head as she stood up. She walked carefully over the wet tiles to the mirror hanging over the sink, and with the side of her right hand, wiped the steam away from the surface. She surveyed herself in the glass, happy that the sun she'd gotten that day had suffused her normally pale skin with a pinkish/golden glow. Walking through to the bedroom of her small, rustic but charming hotel room, she pushed open the bright blue wood shutters and squinted against the blindingly beautiful setting sun reflecting magnificently on the sea below. Santorini was paradise. The very air here was rejuvenating. Light, dry and fresh, though warm, it caressed her damp skin like a soft, worshipful breath. 

Elena pulled the towel from her hair and leaned out of the unglazed window. Her room in the surprisingly inexpensive family-run hotel in Thira faced the half-moon shaped harbor - facing west. The sunsets in Santorini were particularly amazing, because the lingering ash from the long-ago erupted volcano - which caused part of the island to sink into the sea - made the evening light glow with surreal, heavenly colors. Tonight, the sky was shot through with streaks of crimson, orange and purple. Elena deeply inhaled the sea air, leaning her face outward toward the waning heat of the day. She was so happy here. A person would be so lucky to live their lives in a magical place like this. Every nerve ending felt electrically charged. Every muscle and fiber of her being was taut and sensitive to the natural world around her. She felt superhuman. No wonder the gods loved these islands so.

Her reverie was broken suddenly by the sound of laughter below her, coming from the courtyard. Costas, her friend's husband, was already dressed, his hair still wet from his own shower, and was pouring what looked like Ouzo into small glasses with the hotel owner. Elena realized she'd better hurry up and get dressed so she wouldn't keep the others waiting.

Quickly sliding some light scented moisturizer over her sun-kissed skin, she pulled on a pair of pink cotton panties. Catching site of herself in the mirror, she frowned for a moment, and yanked them back off again. Digging through her duffle bag, she found her black lace thong. Holding it up to the light, a tiny smirk crossed her full lips. She slipped one foot, then the other into the tiny garment and slid it on - wriggling slightly to adjust the tiny lace v into exactly the right place. The string that served as the back fit snugly into the space between her rather full, but happily firm, cheeks. It felt very sexy. In fact, she thought, everything feels sexy. Elena combed some gel through her naturally curly chestnut hair with her fingers, twirling a few strands near her face into some tangled obedience. She looked for a moment at her breasts - a bit too large to go bra-less - but this was Greece and she was feeling freer than usual. She impishly grinned as she threw her bra back into her duffle and slipped the strappy red flowered sundress over her head. Carefully applying eyeliner and mascara, she was almost finished getting ready when Pam, her best friend, pounded on the door once before marching straight in.

"Hey bitch." Pam said, as she dropped inelegantly down on Elena's bed. "You don't look too ugly." She said with a light laugh. "Uh, if you wouldn't mind too much, maybe you could fuck off... " Elena replied without turning around. She batted her eyelashes as she spoke, and her voice was dripping with saccharine sweetness.

"Jesus, aren't you ready yet?!" Pam exclaimed. "I'm THIRSTY."

"Yeah, yeah - keep your panties on. If you're wearing any - you slut." Elena said back, as she applied a coral gloss to her already full lips with a tiny brush.

Pam stood up suddenly and looked at her backside in the full mirror hanging on the wall by the wardrobe. "I'm not - can you tell?" The white Capri pants showed no sign of any discernable underwear beneath. Elena turned to look carefully at her best friend's ass in her white pants. 

"Looks awesome - no risk of VPL whatsoever. Just don't get wet. Man, you are so freakishly tall. I love you dearly, but I may be forced to destroy you."

"C'mon, hurry up - let's go. Costi, Nikki and Matt are waiting." Smiling, Pam walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind her. Elena spritzed herself with her favorite cologne, snatched up her small handbag and ran after her - pulling the door closed and locking it as she left.

The sun had sunk even further along the horizon by the time the two friends joined Pam's husband in the courtyard. The hotel owner - a paunchy man named Yannis - handed glasses of the milky colored Ouzo to Pam and Elena as they approached.

"Yassas!" He shouted - already a little inebriated. "Two more American Beauties - ine kalo!" ("it's good" in Greek). They all sipped the anise-flavored liquor and regarded the gleaming sea and painted sky before them. Elena loved the feeling of liquid heat that slid down her throat. It was strong, and brought tears to her eyes - but she was wearing waterproof mascara and enjoyed even this sensation on this incredible evening. At that moment, she had a feeling that something significant could happen on a night like this.

Someone yelled "let's go!" and the small group of friends walked up the stairs of the hotel courtyard to the street above. They had more drinks at a little taverna that overhung the harbor where cruise ships docked. They laughed at the rows of tourists being brought up the hill by donkey - the braying of the animals frequently drowned out by the noises made by their frightened passengers as they bobbed almost drunkenly from side to side on the sure-footed beasts.

It wasn't until 10PM that they finally made their way to a small Pescatoria for dinner. By then, Elena's head was buzzing from the alcohol and the open, frankly sexual attention she was getting from the Greek men they met along the way. She seemed to be attracting a large amount of interest for her voluptuous figure that was accentuated, rather than masked, by her little red dress. The espadrilles she was wearing had a wedge heel and straps that wrapped around her slim ankles, making her legs seem even longer and more shapely than usual. As she walked past a group of young men, they made a hissing noise at her, placing their tongues against their teeth. Elena asked Costas what the sound meant. He shouted with laughter and wrapped one arm around her shoulders, saying "Just try to think of it as a compliment." 

Pam later told her that the sound signifies "ripping" - as if during rough or virgin sex. She said it was akin to a wolf whistle, but much nastier. Even though Elena knew she should probably be shocked and offended at such lewd notice, the frank sexuality of the attention was exciting her and making her feel rather dizzy. 

After a relaxed dinner of grilled fish and a salad of tomatoes and feta, they finished their wine, paid the bill, and made their way to a club that the hotel owner's son had recommended earlier that day. They barely needed directions, because the thrumming beat of the base vibrated along the earth hundreds of yards away. They stepped through the open doorway into a large, dark, massively packed nightclub. There were hundreds of beautiful people drinking and dancing - and Elena felt her stomach turnover with butterflies as she felt a strange deja vu.

Costas turned to her and Pam, and the other couple, asking what they wanted to drink. Elena had to yell in his ear that she wanted a Vodka and tonic with lemon. They moved further into the club in search of a place to sit, or at least stand comfortably. The small group found a somewhat open area by the bar. 

The music was already penetrating Elena's bones as she waited for her drink. The song they were playing was a big European club scene favorite at the moment, and Elena liked it immensely. She grabbed Pam and yelled - "let's dance!"

Her friend smilingly nodded her assent, and the pair moved into the middle of the dance floor together. Pam had spiky, white blond hair and was slim and tall, which was a nice contrast to Elena's long dark locks and curvaceous figure. The crowd naturally parted for them as they advanced. As they danced together - deliberately being provocative - most eyes in the area were drawn to them.

As Elena turned toward the bar - looking over the heads of the people in view on watch for her friends- her gaze was caught and held by two men. She nearly lost her rhythm for a moment, feeling strangely lightheaded. They were two of the most dangerously sexy men she'd ever seen. Both very tall and dark, one had long hair hanging loose nearly down to his shoulders, with large, piercingly bright green eyes under thick, intelligent brows and a wide sensual mouth. The other had even longer hair, which was tied back in a ponytail down his back. He was very tanned, with dark, almost black eyes above high cheekbones and a square, intensely masculine jaw. Both men were staring right into her eyes with a look that was so openly sexual, she found herself blushing. As she watched them watching her, she saw their eyes move over her face and body with evident hunger. One leaned toward the other and said something - never removing his eyes from Elena. The other nodded slowly in agreement, and both smiled in a decidedly suggestive way. Elena could feel a sudden rush of wetness soaking her black lace thong, and her nipples became erect, pressing against the thin cotton of her sundress.

She nearly jumped out of her skin with she felt a hand on her shoulder. Turning in confusion she saw Pam's husband trying to hand over her drink. She took it gratefully, thanking him before sipping the icy coolness in an attempt to soothe her scorched throat. The couple told her they were heading back toward the bar - toward their other friends. Elena followed, and only after a few moments did she steal a glance back at the dark men at the other end of the bar. Her breath caught in her throat as she saw they were both still staring at her. She quickly turned away and focused on making her path through the crowd. 

Back with her friends, Elena unfortunately found herself with a vantage point that kept the two men in view. While she tried to ignore them, concentrating on listening to the conversation of her friends around her, she could not block out the knowledge that the men were continuing to watch her every move. They frequently leaned their heads toward one another and shared some comment - which seemed to be about Elena. She felt oddly nervous and exhilarated at the same time. Because they were watching her so intently, she felt conscious of her every move, and every move felt incredibly sensual. She held the perspiring glass to her moist lips, and imagined first one and then the other dark man pressing his lips to hers. She lifted her heavy mane of curly hair off her neck for a moment, and imagined their mouths pressed to her nape. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, bending an elbow and placing a hand on her hip, and imagined them holding her from behind, sliding strong hands along her hips and around to her flat abdomen. Her tongue darted out to re-wet her fevered lips, and she imagined the sensation of their mouths capturing hers. Elena felt like she might faint. One of her friends was shouting "Elena! Did you hear what I said?" which called her back to the present. She apologized and listened to the question as Nikki slowly repeated it. Elena was annoyed that these two strangers had the ability to rattle her so thoroughly.

Resolutely, she looked up at them - still staring at her. They both slowly smiled broad, confident smiles. She put her glass down on the bar, and walked a small semi-circle to the other side of her friend Pam, turning her back on the two sexy Greeks and focusing her full attention on her friends.

She knew it was a weak move - and what's more - she'd accomplished almost nothing, because she could still feel their eyes boring into her back. The fine hairs on the back of her neck were standing on end, and she felt an odd tingling down her spine and between her legs.

After a few minutes, she became aware that her little group had gone quiet and were looking in her direction. She looked up, questioningly, only to realize that they were looking at a point just over her shoulder. She felt his touch before it made actual contact with her skin. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as his hand touched her shoulder very lightly. Elena slowly turned and had to look up at the man with the shoulder length hair and green eyes. He was smiling down at her, an inscrutable look on his beautiful face. 

"Dance?" was all he said. He held out one hand, palm up.

Automatically, as if her body did not even belong to Elena, her hand placed itself in his, and she walked out to the dance floor with this mysterious, handsome man. Idly, she wondered where his partner had gone. Glancing back where they had been standing, she saw he was no longer there. Elena wasn't sure how to feel about that. She found them both so attractive, but never before this moment considered that she would have to choose. They chose for themselves, she supposed. Oddly, she felt a little flattened by that - but mentally she shrugged it off as she realized that she was being silly. The man standing before her was as gorgeous as any Greek god, and she found him to be devastatingly sexy. How selfish could she be?

The song was changing as they found a clear spot on the floor. The music now had a distinctly Latin beat. He took both of her hands in his, and drew her to him, putting his right hand low in the small of her back, and lifting her right arm up with his left. They began to dance Salsa together, their lower bodies moving seductively against each other as they swirled around. He leaned close to her, his mouth so close to her ear that she could feel his soft, warm breath against her skin. 

"My name is Adonis." He breathed into her. Of course it is, she thought. As he finished speaking, his lips slightly brushed her ear, sending a delightful shiver down her spine.

She could only lean up part of the way - he was so much taller than she. He leaned down the rest of the way so that she could speak into his ear in kind. She could smell his masculine scent - sandalwood soap and the faint, caramel aroma of bourbon. "My name is Elena." She said into his ear. As his hair brushed her face, she registered that it was surprisingly soft. The touch of it was so like a caress, that she involuntarily closed her eyes for a moment.

As she opened them, his face was very near hers, and he was watching her with a slight, sexy smile. He knew the effect he was having on her senses.

"You are very beautiful, Elena. And you smell wonderful." "Thank you." She said with a slow, devastating smile. Elena straightened her back, which had the dual effect of pushing out her full breasts, and causing further bodily contact with Adonis. Two could play at this game, she thought.

His eyes darkened perceptibly and his arm around her tightened, pulling her torso even closer to his. Then he began to move with the music, twirling her away from him for a moment, only to pull her back roughly to his body with the grace of a panther. She laughed out loud at the thrilling sensation. Adonis was staring at her mouth, and even over the loud music she swore she could hear a low sexy growl emanate from his throat. His hand slid lower to the top of her firm ass, and his hips and thighs were pressed tightly into hers. He led so effortlessly and so commandingly that Elena felt she was barely touching the floor at all.

They continued to dance in this overtly sensual way until the song ended. As the music changed, he held her close for a few extra beats - staring down at her upturned face, his eyes straying down to her swelling breasts, the high rounded tops of which were on display in the low neckline of her dress. Her nipples got even harder under his regard, which he had to feel against his chest, since the fabric of her dress and of his shirt were both extremely fine.

"Do you like me, Elena?" He asked seductively.

"I'm here, aren't I?" She countered slyly. He threw his head back and laughed out loud. Then, just as suddenly, his lips were against her ear and he murmured darkly: "Don't avoid the fucking question, just answer me." The tip of his tongue darted into her tender ear. How could he have known that this was one of her weak spots - one of her highly erogenous zones?

Elena stumbled slightly, blushing scarlet, as the feel of his tongue caused a fresh rush of moisture between her shaking thighs. She fell against him, and both of his arms wrapped more tightly around her body. He smiled down at her and cocked his head to one side. "I think I'll take that as a yes." He laughed again.

Elena opened her mouth to protest, when Adonis swooped down and captured her mouth in a slow, deep, smoldering kiss. Elena's traitorous arms wound themselves around his neck of their own accord. She felt like tiny feathers were being stroked along her arms and neck, and her tummy lurched as if speeding down a roller coaster. He lifted his head for a moment to look down into her eyes, his eyes again a very dark shade of green. Capturing her chin with one hand, he raised her face back up to his and reclaimed her mouth - forcing her lips open with his tongue before plunging it inside. She moaned into his mouth involuntarily, which excited him even more, causing him to crush her body against his. She could feel his growing erection against her thigh. Her heart was thudding in her chest.

The moment was broken when another couple - clearly rather intoxicated - backed into them while dancing. Elena realized that they had been essentially standing still, making out right there in middle of the floor for several moments. Adonis smiled beguilingly at Elena, and took a slight step back, beginning to dance to the new house music that had been playing. She returned his smile with a sexy version of her own, and began to match his movements.

They'd been dancing for several minutes - enjoying the almost primal act - when she saw Adonis look past her. She turned to see who he was looking at, and saw his friend with the ponytail walking up to them through the crowd. So he hadn't left after all. He held a glass in his hand, and was staring straight at Elena. As he reached them, he wordlessly passed the glass to Adonis, who took a large drink of it. He leaned over to Elena and said in her ear:

"Kali spera, sexy, I am Petros." His hand slipped to the back of her neck when he was speaking in her ear. Elena was nervously aware that this touch turned her on - which caused a riot of guilt in her brain, since only moments before she'd been passionately kissing his friend Adonis. How oversexed am I? She wondered.

Adonis handed the glass to Elena, and she sipped cautiously at first. Discerning that it was bourbon and ginger, she took a larger swallow, enjoying the cold, dark sugary taste combined with the sharp bite of the ginger ale. Petros was watching her with heavy-lidded eyes. She handed the glass back to him, and he turned it to drink from the very spot her lips had just touched. As he drank, he winked at her wickedly.

Elena turned back to look at Adonis, who was smiling at her with a look that was very hard to read. He reached for her, and pulled her hips into his, using the music to create a reason to grind into her body. His hands on her body reminded her of just how attracted to him she was. She responded even more sensually than she otherwise might have, probably as a reaction to her strange unexpected response to Petros. She slid her hands up his muscled chest, resting them on his shoulders. Allowing her lower body to move with Adonis's, she arched her torso backwards and so her upper body swung seductively away from him, rather like a tango move she'd seen in a movie.


Santorini Paradiso Ch. 01



Adonis, approving, leaned forward and placed his lips at the base of Elena's throat, kissing his way down toward the space between her breasts. Finally feeling that this was going a bit too far for a public place, Elena slowly lifted his chin from her chest and curved back up to a standing position -- all the while still moving to the pounding beat of the music. It was a compelling show they were putting on, and their most avid spectator was Petros, who had walked off the dance floor to deposit the now-empty glass on the bar. He caught Adonis's eye from his place by the bar. 

Seeing the "go" signal in his friend's eyes, Petros moved back onto the floor toward Elena and his friend. As he neared them, Adonis twirled Elena away from his body. As she spun away and extended her arm its full length, Adonis let go of her hand, and she felt another pair of strong hands take hold of her hips from behind. Looking up over her shoulder was unnecessary, because she already knew who it was, but she looked anyway. She stared up into Petros's dark, sexy eyes. She made a vague attempt to move away - as if it might have been an accident to fly into his arms in that way - but he pulled her back firmly against his body. The pressure of his lower body and his hands on her hips made her move with him to the music. He leaned down and put his lips to her ear, saying:

"Don't I get a dance, too, gorgeous?" Then he pressed his lips to her ear in light kiss. The slight, warm suction caused her knees to feel weak and her thong was now thoroughly soaking wet, but not from the heat of the dance floor.

She looked back at Adonis, worried about his reaction to his friend's suggestive dance, but Adonis simply moved closer to Elena and began to mirror their movements. She was sandwiched between these two unbelievably sexy god-like men, and they seemed perfectly happy to share her. In fact, Elena realized, that had probably been the plan all along.

Sensing her momentary hesitation, Adonis caught her face in both of his hands, and pressed his lips against hers until she yielded, opening her mouth once again to his. His kiss was more urgent now. As Adonis kissed her, she felt Petros's hands slide more tightly around her waist and felt his hips grinding into her ass. There was no question that he was also sporting a growing erection.

Adonis lifted his head, and smiled lazily down at Elena, then he leaned close and said he'd be right back. He shouted something in Greek to Petros, and taking Elena's hands in his, turned her to Petros before kissing the back of her neck and walking away.

Without missing a beat, Petros pulled Elena toward him, and swung her around with him to the beat of the music as the song reached its end. The next song was a slow one. Petros paused for a moment, and speaking into Elena's ear, he asked:

"How are you doing, beautiful, are you okay?" She looked into his dark eyes, finding only sexy warmth there, and smiled shyly at him.

"I'm a little overwhelmed, to be honest, but I like it." She said back into his ear. He laughed in response, and ran his lips down the side of her neck - causing a shiver to visibly wrack her frame. He wound his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back to force her to look at him. The act was extremely arousing to Elena, and her already distended nipples strained even harder against her dress. This was not lost on Petros. He changed the position of his other arm, moving her into position for the slow dance they were starting, and with his mouth very near to hers he murmured:

"You are really just too delicious... Like a ripe peach. I want to sink my teeth into you, but don't worry, it won't hurt a bit." Then his mouth came down onto Elena's and she made no false attempt to rebuff him. The kiss was different from Adonis's kisses - more passionate, and his lips were firmer and more insistent - almost as if he was trying to stop himself from biting her. Elena had to acknowledge that she enjoyed both men in a way that was different - but equal. She hoped she wouldn't have to be the one forced to decide between them, when the time came.

"Hey!" She heard behind her in a familiar feminine voice. She broke away from Petros's kiss to look at Pam's half amused, half concerned face. Elena looked back at Petros and held up one finger, saying - "Just a second, okay?" He released her, smiling a dazzling smile at Pam as he delicately stepped back to give them space to talk.

"So... like, which one are you with?" Pam asked, laughing openly at Elena.

She flushed to the roots of her hair, thinking back to the show she must have been putting on for everyone up to now. Elena decided honesty was the only way to go.

"You know what? I don't know, and I don't even mind that I don't know. What kind of slut does that make me?"

Pam laughed and shook her head. "Uh... a big one. " Seeing Elena's stricken face she grabbed her shoulders and said: "Nah - I'm just kidding. Who the fuck cares, anyway? You're in Greece. Their ancestors had regularly scheduled orgies, for Chrissake. I just came over to say that Matt and Nikki and Costi want to check out the other club over in Oia, on the other side of the island. We're going to get a taxi. But I'm guessing you'd rather stay here, am I right?"

"You are so right." Laughed Elena.

"These guys are okay, right? - I mean, Greek guys are not serial killers or anything, usually, but you are definitely going to get sex tonight if you don't leave now. I'm guessing that is okay with you - right?"

"Again, you are so right." Elena was feeling excited at the prospect of being left behind with her two dark angels.

"Look, don't worry about this - you deserve a little fun after breaking up with that asshole, Mike. So just be careful, but have fun. Those two, by the way, are so fucking gorgeous it's ridiculous."

"I know - they are like a pair of Greek gods or something. I'm not sure how I'm going to choose between them." Elena moaned.

"Well - maybe you won't have to choose at all. Okay - you have my cell - call or text if you get freaked out or need anything. We can be back here in 15 minutes if you have to call the cavalry." 

As Pam walked out, Elena waved goodbye to Costas, Matt and Nikki, who were already at the door. She wondered for a second what Pam meant when she said "maybe you won't have to choose at all." Then the thought of having both of her Greek gods at the same time flashed into Elena's fevered mind. She got warm all over and felt like she might swoon.

She swayed a little on her heels, and Petros's strong arms wrapped around her waist and he pulled her back against his taut body. She relaxed her head back against his chest as he leaned down to talk against her ear. 

"Is everything okay? Are your friends leaving?" He asked.

She turned around to face him, allowing him to pull her to him. She nodded up at Petros, smiling a bit nervously.

"So now Adonis and I have you to ourselves?" He asked. Just then, Adonis was at her side, putting a tall Vodka tonic in her hand. He asked what was happening, and Petros told him in English that her friends had left Elena in their care.

Adonis smiled wickedly, and leaned down to deposit a kiss on Elena's cheek. "I like your friends very much." He said, as he nuzzled Elena's neck.

"Let's go get some fresh air." Petros said decisively. He released his hold on Elena and Adonis grasped her hand and led her toward the door. Elena looked back and saw that Petros was following close behind. He was smiling a mysterious smile, and his eyes were frankly sexual under their heavy lids. Elena looked up at Adonis, who was watching her face with his dark green eyes. He smiled and gripped her hand tighter, pulling it up and depositing a kiss on the back of her hand as he led her out.

The cool night air felt wonderful after the heat of the crowded club. Elena breathed deeply, enjoying the freshness against her warm, moist skin. They walked away from the crowd gathered at the club entrance, and moved toward a darker area of the cobbled alley. She marveled that she felt absolutely no fear - at least no fear of harm - at the hands of these two men she'd only just met. Suddenly Elena stopped - holding up the glass of Vodka and tonic - saying "Oh no, I still have this drink with me." 

Adonis stopped walking, turning to her with a light shrug. "It's okay, just drink it." He watched her as she took a large draft but then paused as the alcohol became too much. Smiling, he took it from her hand and took a large drink from the glass himself, before passing it to Petros, who did the same, draining it completely. Petros held up the glass that now only held ice.

"See, no problem. Maybe we should go home and have some real drinks."

Adonis moved closer to Elena, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking into her face.

"I think that is a great idea. Elena, do you want to come home with us?" He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, her cheekbones, her neck, and then finally, his lips found her mouth. As she slowly surrendered to his kiss, she felt Petros's body move up behind her, his hands wrapping around her waist, while one palm slid up her ribcage to trace the underside of her breast through the thin cotton of her dress. She gasped into Adonis's mouth. Lifting his head, he smiled down and her, and spun her around to face Petros. 

"Oh my god..." was all that Elena could manage to say before Petros covered her mouth with his. His tongue moved inside her mouth insistently, and one of his hands moved up to grab a handful of her hair - holding her head still and enabling him to deepen the kiss even further. Behind her, it was Adonis's turn to grind against her. His lips were pressed to her ear as he murmured sexy words that she didn't literally understand, though the context was clear. Petros lifted his head, and exchanged a look with Adonis. "So, shall we go?" He asked. 

The open top Jeep bumped along the small cobbled roads, winding up the Caldera. Petros was driving, as Elena sat in the back with Adonis, who was alternating between kissing her passionately and speaking softly into her sensitive ears in his deep-throated voice. 

After climbing for a while, they drew up in front of a white wall that had a large blue wooden door. Petros put the Jeep in Park, applying the handbrake, and walked around to the side of the Jeep to help Elena jump down. He swung her down and pulled her close in his arms before her feet could even touch the ground, his lips crushing hers in a kiss that he seemed to be storing up throughout the drive. Elena's spine tingled and her head spun with what was happening to her - what she was about to do. She realized that she'd never felt more alive than she did at this very moment.

Adonis had unlocked the big wooden door and softly called out "Pahme!" (let's go).

Petros reluctantly released Elena, and invited her to walk ahead of him through the door. When she stepped through, she froze, awestruck. The beauty of the courtyard and building in front of her took her breath away. 

More villa than house, it was the usual blindingly white lime-washed stone with the region's signature bright blue shutters and doors - but this structure was at least two levels, sprawling and open with terraces and patios opening onto landscaped grounds of potted lemon and olive trees festooned with tiny white lights. There was a small sculpture garden to the far right side; it's frozen, hauntingly beautiful human figures glowing in the moonlight. The villa itself seemed to draw you through to the far side patio facing the sea. There was a deep stone terrace on the seaside with a giant, rather modern infinity pool that hung seemingly right on the cliff's edge. There was not an abundance of furniture - but the pieces they had were a mix of chic, yet functional modern with truly artful antiques that must have been virtually priceless. Gossamer white fabric panels billowed between the open spaces between the interior rooms and patios, fluttering softly in the steady sea breeze. Elena thought amusedly, I guess this means they aren't interested in kidnapping me...

Petros slipped his arms around Elena's shoulders as she gazed wondrously at their home. 

"You like it?" he asked slyly. "You two live here?!" She exclaimed. After a moment she continued: "Alone?"

Adonis responded from somewhere inside the house. "Yes, we are often lonely here, just two orphaned brothers. We are happy you have come to enliven our little home, Elena."

"Brothers!" Elena whispered. "Yes," Petros replied into her ear. "Didn't you notice the resemblance?" He trailed fiery kisses from her earlobe to her shoulder.

"Honestly, no." She answered.

Adonis came out from within the house. He'd discarded his shirt and boots - and his beautiful, sculpted chest gleamed in the moonlight. His well-worn jeans hung low on his hips, and Elena noticed that the top button was undone. Even his bare feet were handsomely shaped. He was truly an Adonis in every way. Her heart did a little sommersault. He carried a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket under one arm, and three glasses in the other hand.

"Stop teasing, Petros. We are half brothers, only. We had different fathers. But we are now all that is left of the old family. Come through, please - let's have our champagne by the pool."

The men led her into the house, pointing out a few of the more remarkable items, like some rare, centuries-old religious icons coated in gold leaf, and a glass case containing a terracotta Amphora dating back to 2000 BC.

Petros disappeared for a few moments as Adonis set up the champagne by the pool. He produced a lighter from someplace in his jeans, and lit a collection of candles in glass globes atop a mosaic table. He put several soft cushions behind Elena as he settled her onto a chaise that had an amazing view of the sea. Sitting next to her for a moment, he gently took her in his arms and kissed her. Elena felt a new level of intensity in his touch, and in the pressure of his sensual lips. She felt her desire rising up within her, swamping her nervousness. She began to respond to him with a heat and fervor that she'd been too shy to express before now. Arching her back in order to press her breasts against his perfect, naked chest, she teased his tongue with hers and sunk her teeth into his lower lip. He growled softly and his hand slid up to one ripe, full breast. As his fingers slipped across her erect nipple she shuddered and moaned loudly into his mouth. He moved his head down to kiss and tease her breast through the cotton of her dress. She clasped his head to her breast, dropping backward onto the chaise and pulling him down on top of her. He rose up for a moment in order to reposition himself, so he could move his body on top of hers - pressing her back into the cushions. She dug her nails gently into his back. Her legs were being forced apart by his. He ground himself into her, and she could feel his erection against her thigh. It felt too big - so she reached a hand down between them and ran her fingers along to test the length of his hardness. She was not mistaken - this thing was huge.

"Oh god!" she exclaimed as she felt his full length and girth through his jeans. Mmmm was all that he said, as he covered her hand with his and encouraged her to keep moving it along his cock. Raising his head for a moment, he looked down into her eyes and said: "Well, it's not fully erect yet."

"What?!" was all she was able to say before his mouth reclaimed hers, his expert tongue plundering inside.

"Who wants to go swimming?" Petros suddenly asked from the side of the pool. Adonis raised his head, smiling at his brother. Elena shifted slightly so she could look around to where Petros was standing. She was shocked for a moment to see that he was completely naked. He'd shed all of his clothes and was standing at the edge of the infinity pool. His body was of similar perfection to Adonis, though somewhat leaner - and his penis - not currently erect - was nonetheless very large as it lay against his dark pubic hair.

Adonis looked at Elena and repeated the question: "Want to swim? This pool is very nice. It is salt water, and always warm like the sea here in summer." 

Petros lithely dove into the crystal clear water, barely making a splash as his athletic body arced perfectly through the glassy surface.

Adonis got up, and quickly unbuttoned the last few buttons of his jeans. His erection seemed to have softened somewhat, but his penis was still spectacular. Elena simply gazed at his manhood, unable to speak. He leaned down and kissed her lips - awaking her from her temporary spell. 

"I'm going in too. Come, agape-mou." He grinned sexily and walked toward the edge. With his own form of fluid grace, Adonis pulled back into a divers stance and like a knife slipped into the water. Elena got to her feet, watching her two beautiful Greek gods as they treaded water in the luxurious pool.

"Come in, darling." Petros said. The moonlight on their bodies in this mythical setting created a surreal environment for Elena. They seemed like otherworldly creatures to her, suddenly. She never wanted anything or anyone so much.

She reached down and untied her espadrilles, kicking them off. Then she pulled her little red dress up and over her head, dropping it behind her on the chaise. She stood for a moment regarding the two men, regarding her, conscious that she was naked but for a tiny black lace thong. Judging from the looks on both of their faces, she looked good.

Hooking her thumbs into the sides of her thong, she tugged that off in one quick movement. She was glad she'd agreed to go with Pam for a bikini wax while they were in Athens. Though Elena was rarely one to be perfectly comfortable with nudity, somehow, in front of these incredible men, she felt more beautiful and confident than she ever felt before in her life.

She walked over to the steps that led gradually down into the pool, opting to walk in rather than attempt any kind of clumsy dive. As she stepped down into the pool, both Adonis and Petros walked up to meet her. They each rose up out of the water and took one of her hands, leading her down into the warm, salty pool. As the water reached their waists, Adonis pressed himself to her left side, and Petros pressed himself to her right. They each gently began to explore her body, their strong hands caressing and kneading her soft flesh. Elena thought she might die with delight to have four strong hands moving over her -- exciting her in ways she never dreamed possible.

Adonis kissed her lips then trailed kisses along her jaw and cheek until he found the side of her neck. Petros followed suit, kissing her mouth deeply before nibbling and biting down the front of her neck to her collarbone, and then on down to her right breast. He lifted it with one hand, gently squeezing as his fingers slipped over her engorged nipple. Her head fell back a bit until Adonis wound his hand in her hair and turned her to kiss him again. She could feel both men's penises stiffening as they kissed and explored. Elena felt almost like she was being worshipped.

Petros stood upright and plunged his hand below the surface of the water, finding Elena's neatly waxed pussy. She gasped into Adonis's mouth as his brother's fingers slipped over her swollen lips and teased her engorged clitoris. Her knees buckled under her and she would surely have fallen below the surface had Adonis not caught her under the arms, easing her into a floating position on her back, giving Petros better access to her hypersensitive sex. Together, they eased her deeper into the pool as Petros inserted first one, then two long fingers inside her. With his thumb he massaged her clit, drawing a high-pitched, drawn out moan from Elena, whose chest was heaving with excitement.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 01



Adonis watched his brother's ministrations with increasing arousal. His arms were still supporting Elena's upper body, while his hands slipped up her wet skin to gently grasp and squeeze her ample breasts, pinching and pulling on her rock hard nipples. She reached up over her head and wrapped her arms around Adonis's shoulders, pulling him closer so she could plant feverish kisses over his neck and the underside of his jaw. Therefore, her eyes were averted as Petros leaned toward her tender labia. She nearly screamed as his lips made contact with her over-heated flesh, his tongue pushing into the soft folds as his fingers arched upward to find her G-spot. As Petros flicked his tongue over her clit, she knew the orgasm would soon swamp her in ecstasy. Adonis leaned down, pushing his own tongue into her mouth as Petros clamped his lips over her hard little knob and lightly sucked. Elena's body bucked and she screamed in pleasure into the other brother's mouth as she came - wave after wave shocking her pliant body. Both men groaned in excitement at the pleasure she was taking - their penises now fully erect and aching for stimulation. 

As she calmed, the storm of her climax subsiding amid tiny aftershocks, the darkly handsome brothers, their faces intent, watched her return to earth. Petros helped her return her feet to the floor of the pool and stand upright, as Adonis softly brushed wet curls away from her face. Elena let out an unconstrained laugh of delight as she looked adoringly at her two lovers, cradling the side of each man's face with her hands.

She leaned up to kiss Petros, tasting herself still on his hard mouth. Then she turned to Adonis and gave him a kiss of equal passion. Her left hand on Adonis's chest, and her right hand on Petros's - she moved both hands down over their 8-pack abs, past the patches of public hair, and took hold of both erections. The men were mirrors of each other as they sharply inhaled, their bodies stiffening, and each advanced a step closer to her.

Turning first to Petros, she said seductively: "Since you have given me my first wild orgasm in a very long time, you get to choose first. Which orifice would you like, baby, my mouth or my pussy?"

Both men laughed affectionately at this, and crushed Elena between their bodies in a sort of three-way hug. She could no longer discern whose arm or leg was whose. Nor did she care. Petros leaned close to Elena and pressed his index finger to her lips, following his finger quickly with his mouth. As if to illustrate her intention, she captured his tongue in her mouth and sucked it in softly, flicking the tip with her own tongue. 

"Mmmmm." Petros moaned very loudly, passionately grabbing Elena's face with both hands as he bent her backwards in an even deeper kiss. He dragged his mouth down her chin, down the front of her throat, before standing back up to look at her with fierce - almost violent - desire.

"Good choice." Elena smiled up at him with a wicked grin on her full lips. Turning to Adonis, she reached for him, pulling his hips against hers - his giant, hard cock stabbing into her thighs and instinctively finding the space between her legs.

"That means you, handsome, will fuck me first. You should thank your brother." Adonis grinned down at her, glancing up quickly at Petros to say "Efkharisto poli."

"Come..." Petros said, as he walked up the steps to the patio. Elena, fondly running one hand across Adonis's stiff penis, followed slowly.

Petros was arranging thick towels across the top of a lounge chair, flattening the chair out into a perfectly horizontal surface. Beckoning to Elena, he assisted her to lie on her back, slipping a small pillow beneath her head, and another at the small of her back. Adonis stood at the foot of the chaise, grasping her ankles lightly, setting them widely apart. He moved up the length of the bottom of the lounger, his body resting on the chair as his hands pushed Elena's thighs apart. Planting soft kisses up her inner thighs, he looked up briefly before slamming his face between her legs. 

"Ahhhh!" was all that Elena could muster, her back arching. She was greatly appreciative of the foresight Petros showed by placing the pillow under her lower back. It positioned her perfectly for his brother. 

After a few moments, Adonis lifted his head and said, his voice thick with desire: "I just needed to taste you first, beautiful Elena. But I'm going to fuck you now. Are you ready for me?" At this, he slid three fingers into her hot pussy, smiling as Elena again moaned wildly. Looking up at his brother, who was waiting patiently at the head of the chaise, softly stroking his own massive erection, Adonis said: "I think our girl is ready for us, my brother." He extracted his wet fingers and slowly put them into his mouth, savoring her.

Adonis moved his body further upward on the chaise, covering Elena's body with his, and guided his hard penis into her. After three or four thrusts, he was able to penetrate her all the way to the hilt. Elena would have screamed out in pleasure - but her mouth was being gently filled with Petros's stiff cock. He had swung one leg over the top of the chaise above her head, and slowly lowered himself down to her waiting mouth. Petros smiled at the picture she made - her wet dark curls splayed out across the cushions, her eyes sparkling and wide, and her lips moist as she took him into her mouth. With one hand, Elena massaged the length of his penis that would not fit - though she made a noble attempt to take as much of his member into her as possible. Petros's head was thrown back in pleasure as Elena's own moans vibrated his sensitive penis. She was trying to concentrate on what she was doing to Petros, but it was not easy, since his brother's enormous cock was filling her completely - hitting every zone of pleasure in her vagina, while his teeth and tongue played with first one, then the other breast.

Adonis shifted his body slightly, pulling her thighs up over his legs as he moved up into a sitting position on the chaise. He was able to penetrate her even more deeply this way, and Elena felt his penis slamming into her cervix over and over. That alone would have been enough to make her cum, but then he put his thumb on her clit and began to massage it, using the moisture seeping out of her to lubricate his actions. Petros felt her begin to jerk her head as the noises she was making became louder and more insistent. He considerately removed his erection from her mouth for a few moments, while she screamed out through another intense orgasm. She was gasping for breath - her face a study in bliss. Petros stared down at her lovingly, moving her wet hair out of her face and caressing her until she came back down.

Petros, without looking back at him, said "Bravo, Adonis!" to his brother. Adonis, his voice very deep, growled out: "She is so amazing, our Elena, I have never felt this before."

As Elena's eyes reopened and seemed to focus again, Petros smiled down at her indulgently and asked if she was okay. She laughed lightly and tilted her head back - one hand again pumping his still-hard erection - and said:

"Oh yes, please let me take you in my mouth again. I want to make you and your brother cum together."

Adonis said something in Greek to Petros, who smiled and said "Nee!" in agreement. He rose up and pulled his leg back over the chaise, and Adonis pulled out of Elena. She protested for a moment until she realized that they were asking her to turn over. As she began to stand, Petros took her place on the chaise, lying on his back. The men positioned her on her knees on the chaise below Petros, and smiling at him, she eagerly dropped her mouth over his hard cock. He stiffened in pleasure as she attacked him with renewed fervor. Elena then moaned very low and long as Adonis placed his penis against her sex from behind, and in one strong thrust pushed himself inside her. She tried valiantly to stay up on her knees, but was losing her strength because of the intense pleasure she felt at having two beautiful cocks in her at the same time. Adonis gripped her hips, holding her up as he began to pump in and out of her - pulling his penis almost all the way out before slamming it back in again. 

He leaned down close to her and asked Elena if she liked what he was doing.

Mmm hmmm. Was all she could say, since her mouth was full of Petros.

"How about now?" Adonis asked, as he began to flick her clit with his fingers while he thrust into her, faster and harder now. 

She had to pull her head up and let Petros's erection slip out of her mouth temporarily, so she could let out the protracted "ohhhhhh" that this produced. 

"You're going to make me cum again - and I want you both to cum with me - can you do that?" She could barely speak, she was so out of breath.

The brothers both groaned their assent, as Petros grabbed Elena's hair and began to fuck her mouth. She tried to hold off her own orgasm, but Adonis's penis was pounding into her G-spot repeatedly as his fingers teased her clit. She began to moan again as a signal that her climax was imminent. The noises worked, because she could feel Petros's balls tighten and Adonis's penis swelling within her. Unable to hold out any longer, she shouted, her mouth still surrounding Petros's cock, as she came. This time she felt a flood of liquid from her vagina - a wet orgasm - as the muscles in her pussy contracted over and over again. This pushed Adonis over the edge. He shouted into the night sky as he exploded into Elena - one, two, three, four jets that seemed to go on forever. Petros, excited by the orgasms of the other two - began to moan at first softly - and then more loudly - as he himself began to shoot into Elena's mouth. There was too much for her to swallow in a single go. Much of it spilled out of her mouth and ran down her chin and jaw. Exhausted, the three lovers collapsed on each other - Elena landing on top of Petros and Adonis on top of Elena. They rested with wondrous smiles until their breathing slowed down and returned to normal, and their sweaty bodies cooled in the fresh night air. 

Eventually, Elena stirred first, wiping away the excess ejaculate with her hands, planting a kiss on Petros's chest, and then turning to kiss Adonis's smooth brow. Adonis stood, assisting Elena to her feet before reaching out an arm to assist his brother. 

"What time do you think it is?" Elena asked, stretching her aching body languidly as the two men looked at her.

"It's time for a shower, then bed." Said Petros decisively, as he ran a hand over his eyes and through his long hair.

"Nay, pahme." Said Adonis, as he took one of Elena's hands in his and led her inside the villa.

The trio showered together, too exhausted to do anything more than soap themselves clean. The brothers gave her a fluffy terry robe to wear as they vigorously dried themselves. Elena went back out to the patio to retrieve her clothes and purse, and noticed that her mobile phone was beeping with a message. She checked it a saw a text from Pam, saying "Let me know if you're okay. Are you coming back to the hotel tonight?"

Elena sat down briefly on the chaise to reply: "Am perfect - in fact - never better in my life. I think I'm staying here for a while... p.s., I think they may really be gods." And she hit send.

"Everything okay, my beautiful Elena?" Adonis had padded out to the pool area, wearing a towel around his waist, to retrieve the unopened champagne and check on her.

Walking up to him and slipping an arm around his tight, narrow waist, she nuzzled his shoulder and murmured that everything was perfect.

"Good; then let's go to sleep, yes? Neither Petros nor I could give you up, so we will all share one bed, okay?"

"I wouldn't have it any other way." As soon as she said it, she realized it was the truth.

They entered a spacious bedroom on the second floor with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the sea. The moonlight shone in, the only illumination in the elegant, sparsely furnished room. In the center stood a massive king sized bed covered in fluffy stark white pillows and a duvet. Petros was in bed on the far left side, partially sitting up as he waited for them. He spread out his arms to beckon Elena. She felt Adonis undo the belt of her robe. She looked back up at him as she shrugged it off her shoulders. She hopped lightly up into bed, sliding under the covers and snuggling close to Petros, who immediately enfolded her in his strong, tanned arms - his dark skin in dramatic contrast to the whiteness of the linens. After barely a moment, she felt Adonis slide into bed as well, wrapping his arms around her from behind. The pure luxury of the feeling washed over Elena. She kissed one and then the other brother tenderly, before drifting off into a deep, contented sleep. Elena could barely wait to see what tomorrow would bring.

Santorini was indeed paradise.



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 02



The first thing Elena's sleep-filled brain registered was the thump-thump sound of her heart beat echoing in her ear, blending with sounds of the sea. Reluctant to wake from the delicious dream she was having, she refused to open her eyes, as she languidly stretched her torso. She realized that her right cheek was resting on smooth, warm skin and not a pillow just as a pair of strong arms tightened around her naked body. She hadn't realized she was lying beside someone else before that moment - it had felt so natural. The events of the prior night came flooding back to her, and she smiled a naughty little smile and slid her hand up the muscled torso beneath her, finally venturing to open her wide blue-green eyes.

"Kali mera, agape-mou." Petros said softly. He had been watching her sleep, and now brushed her wild curls away from her face and planted a sweet, lingering kiss on her forehead.

"What does 'agape-mou' mean?" She asked; her voice deep and still laced with sleep. 

"It means 'my love', my love." He laughed and it tickled her ear. She laughed in return, rubbing her ear as she leaned up to kiss his lips. The kiss immediately intensified, and Elena snaked her hand further down to feel his already hard cock.

"Mmmm. Kali mera, indeed." She murmured, as she curled her fingers around his girth - at least as far as she could - her hand didn't fit all the way around him. She began to pump up and down very softly.

Petros groaned and rolled her onto her back, moving his body gently on top of her. She looked to the other side of the bed, which was empty.

"Adonis has gone for his morning run. It is just us - is that okay?" Petros spoke these words against her breasts as he teased and nipped at her tender aureolae.

"Yesssss" she hissed as she pulled his head back up to kiss him deeply. His hands moved between her thighs, pushing them open and moving his fingers against her moistening lips. He raised his head, smiling at her meaningfully as he slid beneath the single sheet that covered them - disappearing underneath so he could savor her with his mouth and tongue. Elena gasped and arched her back, pressing her pelvis up to his exploring mouth as her hands pushed the back of his head down through the fine cotton sheeting. She could hear the noises he made, a series of soft contented groans, above the rushing sea breezes that constantly moved the gossamer drapes and cooled the room. 

Impatient, she flung the sheet back and pulled him up again. "Please, Petros, I want you inside me... please my baby..." 

Before she'd even finished speaking he had thrust himself into her in one smooth hard stroke. They both shouted out - the triumphant sound reverberated in the sparsely furnished, but elegant bedroom.

Their movements were full of urgency and passion. Petros's hair was free of its ponytail, and draped across their bodies as he slammed into her pliant frame. He slowed for a moment, his face etched with concern, to ask Elena if he was hurting her. 

"No - don't stop - harder" was all she could say - her breath coming in ragged pants. 

He groaned in excitement, increasing the pace and fierceness of his lovemaking. She could feel his teeth pressing into her collarbone as she dug her nails into his muscular back. Elena wrapped her legs around him - meeting his powerful thrusts with her own. Petros unwrapped her legs from his waist, and moving one thigh downward, deftly rolled them both over on the bed, so that now he was on his back and Elena was atop him. She laughed delightedly at his skill as she leaned downward to kiss his waiting mouth. 

Placing her palms flat on his chest, she began to ride him wildly, leaning her body backward in order to force his cock to plunge more deeply in exactly the right places. He placed a hand at the place where their bodies met, so that his thumb would rub across her clit as she moved. His other hand was in the small of her back, pulling her down harder with each stroke. Elena was very close to coming, and started to say "oh god" over and over - her voice rising in an almost musical crescendo until she was nearly screaming from the wave after wave of intense orgasm that rocked her shaking body. 

She fell forward onto Petros and kissed him passionately as the climax began to subside. Her thighs were aching in this position, so she whispered to him to help her move back onto the bed. Unwilling to remove his erection from her for even a moment, he controlled her movements - pulling one thigh down between them as he rolled her back onto the mattress. He waited for a moment, his hard penis still poised inside her, for Elena's breathing to normalize. She looked up at him adoringly, brushing his long, silky dark hair back and behind one ear. She was almost surprised as he began to thrust into her again, gasping excitedly.

Petros took hold of her knee and place one leg over his shoulder, enabling him able to penetrate her even more deeply. Now his penis was hitting her cervix with every stroke. She gripped his shoulders and ran kisses under his chin and down his Adam's apple as he moaned. She knew he was close to his own orgasm - so she began to speak into his ear in a low sexy voice.

"God you feel so incredible... I love how your cock feels inside me. Please, please come for me baby. I want you to shoot inside of me... I want to feel your seed inside me all day and remember every minute of how you're fucking me right now... Please, Petros, give it to me." 

That was enough to push him over the edge and Petros shouted into her neck as he came. She felt blast after blast as he climaxed inside her. There was a fine sheen of perspiration on both of their bodies, their long hair mingling together on the white pillows.

He lifted his head, and continued to kiss her, now very gently, murmuring sweet things in Greek to her until his penis gradually softened and slipped out of her. He fell back onto the bed next to her and they both stared up at the vaulted ceiling, utterly spent. Elena curved back toward him in an almost fetal position, and eventually drifted back into a light sleep, her mind completely at ease, her body feeling completely dissipated.

Some time later, Elena awoke alone in the big bed. The sun had risen only slightly higher in the sky, so she knew she had not been asleep very long. Petros had covered her with a sheet. There was a glass and a frosty pitcher filled with water and lemon wedges on a small nightstand next to the bed. Parched, she slid across the mattress and poured some into a glass, gratefully drinking most of it down almost at once. She felt as if she'd never tasted anything so refreshing. The clock on the table said 10:20AM.

Leaping out of bed, Elena yawned happily and stretched her slightly sore limbs. Walking toward the windows, she looked out at the magnificent view of the sea crashing against the rocks below. The sky was cloudless and so bright blue that it almost hurt to look. Moving closer to the window, she could see the patio and pool below. Petros was swimming laps. She was moved by sight of his lean, muscled body as it sliced through the sparkling clear water. The overwhelming beauty of the moment nearly brought tears to her eyes. Shaking off the momentary melodrama with a wry grin, she turned back to the bedroom and gazed about her. Her curiosity about these two mysterious half-brothers was suddenly very strong. Eyeing a large, ornately carved armoire on the far side of the room, she padded across the cool marble tiles in her bare feet to explore it. The piece was clearly very old and made of some dark hardwood, lacquered and polished to a high shine. 

She ran appreciative hands across the wood's surface, savoring the moment of anticipation before tugging the double doors open. Hanging before her in a neat, meticulous row was a series of expensive men's clothes on fine wooden hangers. Italian and English couture labels adorned most of the suits, which were flanked by fine broadcloth shirts that appeared custom-made. This had to be Adonis's room, she surmised. Elena wondered, arching one eyebrow, how often a man needed an Italian suit on the island of Santorini. At the far end of the rod she saw what appeared to be his more casual wear. Again she saw many famous labels, but this time from a variety of top American fashion designers. A slim column of shelves ran the length of the far side of the cabinet. Stacked on them were several pairs of jeans in various states of distress and a supply of tee shirts in various colors. The bottom of the armoire housed an array of shoes and boots ranging from hiking boots to what appeared to be tuxedo shoes. Picking out one fine white shirt, Elena inhaled the aroma of Adonis still lingering in the fabric. A smile broke forth on her full lips as the scent brought forth a sense memory of Adonis kissing her on the dance floor. She felt a fresh ripple of excitement down her abdomen. 

She was just about to close the armoire, when she suddenly noticed two rather yellowed, antique photographs affixed to the inside of the right hand door. The first was of two men in military uniforms, standing in front of the Arc de Triomphe in Paris. Their uniforms had dark belted jackets, jodhpurs, and shiny knee-high boots. What stopped Elena in her tracks was that the two men looked almost exactly like Petros and Adonis. Could they be their fathers? But then she thought - no - it could not be. Based on the uniforms, her quick recall of European history and the age of the silver gelatin print, the picture must have been taken around the end of World War I. Could it possibly be their grandfathers? The likeness was too clear to be a coincidence. They were the very image of her two lovers, except the men in the photo had close-cropped hair, and the man who looked like Petros was sporting a neat mustache. Elena resolved to ask them about this bizarre likeness later.

The other photo seemed to be even older - and may actually have been a Daguerreotype, which were among the very first photographs. This photo was encased in slim panes of glass, secured with metal corners. But that was not what struck her the most. The subject was one of the most beautiful women Elena had ever seen. 

This enigmatic beauty stared confidently into the camera with a cool, enchanting smile on her classically structured face. The photo was black and white, so Elena could not be sure of her hair color - but it appeared to be a dark blond. Her hair was parted down the middle and slightly poufed over her ears and seemed to be looped back in a hair net at the nape of her long, slender neck. Her dress was cut very low, baring her decolletage and smooth shoulders. The bodice was corseted and the fabric was printed with roses. Hanging on a ribbon around her neck, she wore a large dark emerald-cut stone in a filigree setting. Elena gazed into her magnetic, light eyes, and believed that they bore a remarkable resemblance to Adonis's. She wondered if they, too, were jade green. The model's slender hands grasped a lace handkerchief. On the index finger of her right hand was a large ring that seemed to match the pendant. This remarkable, haunting beauty seemed to be looking straight at Elena through the celluloid - straight through time. Elena fancied she might begin speaking to her at any moment from between those sheets of glass.

"Who the heck are you? Should I be jealous?" She asked the photo. 

Suddenly feeling her own nakedness, Elena decisively shut the armoire doors, as if to hide herself from the cool stare of the elegant, ancient lady.

Deciding that she'd snooped enough for one day, she walked through to the bathroom. Regarding her reflection in the mirror, she examined her face to see if she appeared to be changed. Nope, still pretty much the same Elena, although there was a rosy glow to her cheeks and her eyes were sparkling. She felt electrically charged - even her mass of curly hair seemed to be almost alive. 

Turning on the shower, she stepped in gratefully and stood under the warm spray. She sniffed the shampoo on the shelf, inhaling its sandalwood scent, again feeling the presence of Adonis. Taking some shampoo in her palm, she worked it through her wet tangled hair, enjoying the idea of having his scent on her in more ways than one. After rinsing out the shampoo, she began to soap her skin with his spicy body wash. The feel of the lather against her wet skin, and the general eroticism of the entire situation, caused Elena's hands and fingers to wander over herself. Closing her eyes, she smiled at her own newly-found wantonness. 

Suddenly, she heard the shower door click. Opening her eyes, she saw that Adonis had stepped in, obviously having just returned from his morning run and stripped off his running clothes. His hair was slicked back with sweat and a manly, pungent aroma rose off of his tanned skin. 

"May I join you, agape-mou?" He leaned in and kissed Elena full on the mouth with the passion of a man who had been away from his lover for weeks, rather than hours.

"Please" she whispered, winding her arms around his neck and drawing him to her so she could return his kiss in kind. He ran his large, strong hands down her breasts, ribcage, hips, and then gripped her firm ass as he pulled her up to his body.

"Did my brother give you pleasure this morning?" He asked silkily. His lips were moving down her throat, his teeth nibbling lightly on her skin.

"Yes, he did. Efkharisto." She smiled shyly as she tried using the Greek word for "thank you."

"Ah - that is very good." Adonis replied, as his mouth reclaimed hers. She was not sure whether he was referring to her attempt at his language or to having sex with his brother.

"Now, it is my turn, yes? I'm so hungry for you." He looked down at her - his green eyes were that unusual dark shade that Elena came to realize meant he was aroused. As if she didn't already know that from the massive erection that was spearing her thigh.

"Yes, please. I missed you... does that sound silly?" She was breathless with longing - as if she hadn't just spent half the morning making love to Petros.

His hand cupped the side of her face. He studied her for a moment with a gleam in his eye before answering: "No - it's not silly. In fact, that is exactly how it should be."

At this, his lips came down on hers and she stopped thinking altogether. Adonis dropped down onto his knees and pressed his mouth into her soft mound of sex - he lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder so he could better penetrate her with his tongue. Elena had to hang onto the walls of the shower to keep from falling, since her legs had gone quite weak. She looked down at him and saw that he never took his eyes off of her face. As he moved against her, whenever something he did caused her particular pleasure - he noticed it and repeated it - causing her to arch her body backwards and keen in pleasure.

Within minutes he had her moaning aloud - she reached an orgasm that was like a rapid fire of tiny shocks that made the muscles of her taut stomach and abdomen flex repeatedly. While she was still coming down from the initial round of explosions, Adonis stood, allowing the leg he'd been holding over his shoulder to return to the floor as he quickly lifted her other thigh. Bending his knees slightly to position his hips below her, he expertly thrust his stiff cock into her still pulsating vagina.

Elena screamed incoherently, clinging to his body for support as she nearly lost her footing. Adonis then lifted her into his arms, pressing her back against the tiled shower wall, and began to fuck her in a way that made her nearly crazy. He alternated his speed and intensity, moving sometimes in a circular motion, and sometimes side to side. Elena wound her legs around him and abandoned herself to the incredible sensations he was creating inside her. His hands were supporting her body by cradling her ass. Very gently, Adonis moved one of his hands into the crack. Wetting his pinky finger with Elena's own lubrication, he slipped it very slowly and gradually into the tight little puckered opening. Her eyes flew wide and she looked up at him with some trepidation.

"I've never..." she began. He shushed her and covered her mouth with his. The arousal she felt and his sensitive, gentle movements caused her to relax and his finger was able to penetrate her with a tiny pop. She moaned aloud at this new level of stimulation. He began to move his finger in unison with the movements of his cock. A tiny film of excited perspiration broke out on Elena's skin, and she knew that one of the most intense orgasms yet was building inside her.

Adonis caught her ear lobe with his teeth, softly tugging at her, and then slipped the insistent tip of his tongue inside her ear. The friction his pelvis against her clit, his cock inside her, and his finger in her ass were nearly too much for Elena, so his tongue in her sensitive ear was the last straw. She exploded again and again - her voice breaking as tears of ecstasy ran down her face. Her whole body was heaving. The convulsing muscles inside her pussy caused Adonis to climax, as well, and he growled as he shot inside her. His own orgasm was clearly intense as well, as he slammed her harder against the wall while his body shook in pleasure. 

Together, they slid down onto the floor of the shower. Adonis was on his knees, his penis still inside Elena, as she came to rest on top of his thighs. She looked up at him wondrously, the tears still streaming down her face. He brushed away her tears with his thumbs, asking her urgently if he'd hurt her.

"No, agape-mou, these are tears of pleasure - not pain. I've never felt anything like this before." He held her face tenderly, gazing down at her with a thoughtful expression.

"Yes. This feels like paradise, doesn't it?" He said, his voice sounded rather husky. He deposited a slow, soft kiss on her waiting lips. Elena felt like her heart was flipping over inside her chest.

Adonis helped her to stand, and they finished bathing. She washed his hair with the spicy sandalwood shampoo, and he gently lathered her - careful not to over-stimulate her already swollen pussy. After they'd stepped out of the shower and were drying themselves, Adonis handed Elena a shopping bag containing a small variety of toiletries, hair gel, a new toothbrush, and a new blue cotton jersey dress.

"I thought you might need some things - I hope it fits." He said shyly. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed his sensuous lips. He seemed surprised and touched by her gratitude. He considerately left her alone to finish dressing.

When she went downstairs, Petros and Adonis were both seated at the dining table on the patio. Adonis was shirtless and barefoot, wearing one of his pairs of very beat up jeans, and Petros, his long hair also still wet from his swim, was wearing just his blue lycra swim briefs. Before them on the wide teak table was a sumptuous spread of coffee, juice, fruit and a basket of bread. Fuschia bougainvillea were clustered in a glass bowl in the center. A Bach suite for the cello was playing on the stereo. Both men stood as Elena approached, and Petros pulled out a chair for her between his and Adonis's.

"Wow - how lovely!" Elena exclaimed - looking at the table.

"That is just what I was thinking... it fits you beautifully." Said Adonis, surveying the new blue dress with appreciative eyes.

"Thanks! You have a good eye." Elena responded, running a hand over the smooth jersey. "I love it."

"He has a very good eye." Petros added, kissing her cheek as he helped her with her chair.

"I just wish... oh sorry - nevermind." She began to blush and fumbled awkwardly with her napkin.

"You just wish... what, darling?" Adonis placed his hand over hers to still her nervous movements. She shook her head, smiling, trying to make them forget it. But they were having none of that.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 02



Finally, she said with great embarrassment: "Well, I was going to say that I just wish that I had some clean underwear."

Petros looked like he was about to burst out laughing, as he made a mock frown at Adonis and wagged a finger: "You forgot panties, my brother. What a shame!"

"Yes, what an oversight on my part - it is a real shame." They two laughed loudly as Petros reached over to slap a "high five" with Adonis.

"Very funny..." But Elena at this point was also laughing. The brothers fussed over her, serving her strong, thick coffee and plying her with food.

"So... little Elena, we know you in many ways... but also we don't know you very well. Tell us, where do you live in America, and what do you do for a living?" Petros asked with genuine interest, as he pulled apart a croissant and popped the crusty corner into his mouth.

Adonis leaned forward in his chair with interest, as he cradled his coffee cup in his large tanned hands.

"Well, I've been living in Boston for the past few years - since college. As far as work goes..." began Elena uncomfortably - she hated talking about her job. "I'm only doing office temporary work at the moment - you know - like an assistant. But it is not for long. At least - I hope not."

Adonis speared a piece of mango on his fork and encouraged her to continue, saying: "So you went to University, yes?" Pausing while she nodded her assent. "What did you study there? What do you want to do?"

Suddenly, Elena's eyes began to gleam with suppressed passion and unshed tears. Her voice tight with emotion, she finally ventured: "I went to Massachusetts College of Art - we call it Mass Art - and was a Fine Arts major. I paint and sculpt. But it hasn't been very easy to work lately - and I really miss it." The guilt she always felt when reminded of how long it had been since she'd picked up a brush or put her hands in clay caused her to flush scarlet.

Petros, keenly observing her discomfort, leaned toward her and covered one of her hands with his. "Why not, my darling?"

"Uh... well, where do I begin?" She rubbed her brow as she framed the story. "I broke up with my boyfriend two months ago, he turned out to be really bad news, and I had to move out of our apartment because the lease was in his name. So I've been staying on my friend Pam's sofa ever since. And it's a small place, so I couldn't really set up my easel there - it would be too much. I'm already imposing as it is."

"So if I understand the situation - you have no man, no real home, and a temporary job that you dislike?" Adonis said this without any sarcasm or judgment - he was just gently stating the stark facts.

Elena let out a little self-deprecating laugh - it did sound very bleak when laid out so factually. "Yes, I guess that is the way to say it. I'm kind of a loser right now. Not very sexy, is it?"

"Don't be silly!" Adonis interjected. "That is not true at all - you, my beautiful girl, are amazing. I am simply saying that you have nothing very compelling to keep you in Boston."

Petros looked up sharply at his brother, one eyebrow raised as a smile broke across his handsome face. He seemed to be nodding at Adonis. They spoke to one another rapidly in Greek, and Petros looked back at the small, charming cottage at the edge of the sculpture garden.

"That is brilliant!" he smiled at Adonis, and then both men turned back to look at Elena.

"Petros and I have an idea, my darling." Began Adonis. Petros moved his chair closer to the table, shifting so he could look more directly at Elena as his brother continued. "Since you have no powerful reason to go back to the States right now - how would you like to stay here with us for a while? That little stone building there in the garden is an artist's studio. We'd be happy to let you use it to work. We would love to have you stay with us for a while -- well, for as long as you liked, really."

Elena felt like the breath had been knocked out of her body. The blood drained from her face, and her head was spinning. Live here! She thought. With these two Greek gods! It seemed to be completely impossible, and yet at the same time it was the most natural thing in the world. They watched her as the conflicting emotions flitted across her face. The color returned to her cheeks, and her eyes were swimming with unshed tears.

"Wow. You're serious?!" Both men nodded. "I'm not sure I even know how to respond...I feel a like I'm dreaming." she began...

To be continued...



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 03



My deepest apologies to you all for my lengthy absence. I'm happy to be adding the next installment to this saga. Thank you profoundly for your fabulous comments and votes. Though it has been many months to us, to Elena, Adonis and Petros it has been but the briefest of moments.



"Just say yes." Petros said, as he smoothly stood and leaned over to place a tender, almost chaste kiss on Elena's cheek. He paused, looking down at her. An almost devilish gleam lit his eyes and the tiniest of smiles lifted the corners of his sexy mouth.

"Want to see it?" His voice was pure seduction. He ran his knuckles softly across Elena's jaw line, down her neck, and then slipped his hand under her hair coming to rest in the curve where her neck met her shoulder. His fingers felt wonderful against her skin.

"Pahme." He beckoned her in Greek in a voice that was raw and sweet. His dark eyes and the promise that was implicit in their liquid depths momentarily hypnotized Elena.

He slowly straightened and held out his hand, palm up, in invitation. Elena automatically slipped her slim hand in his far larger, sinewy one and allowed him to draw her up from her chair.

Adonis spoke from across the table, gently disrupting the temporary spell that Petros had woven over her wits.

"I think you will like it, beautiful girl." He flashed a smile so bright that Elena practically blinked from the whiteness.

"Will I?" she breathed, feeling a rush of excitement in her diaphragm as Petros led her across the patio running to the painted blue door of the little stone cottage.

A studio! Of her own! In Greece, no less. And to live here with these two achingly beautiful men... Elena shook her head, fearful that she may actually awaken from this "too good to be true" moment. 

Everything took on a surreal quality and was being permanently etched in her otherwise addled brain. Her bare feet crunched on the surprisingly soft, fine gravel - she'd once heard it called "pea shingle". A light breeze from the sea below blew her hair back, cooling her heated, undoubtedly flushed face and lightly ruffled the skirt of her new dress. The warm strength of Petros's hand in hers seemed to flow up her arm and straight into her heart. 

They followed Adonis as he preceded them through the garden to the studio. The sunlight showed to advantage the lean rippling muscles of his bare back. Elena briefly noted that his ass was simply spectacular in those beat-up jeans. The salt air was slightly tangy in her nostrils as the scent of Oleander and green figs wafted up and filled her mouth with fragrance. The ache she felt in her thighs and between her legs after a night and morning of vigorous lovemaking seemed to only heighten her sexual stimulation, rather than deter it.

The walk to the cottage door took perhaps a minute - but it was one minute that Elena determined to never forget for the rest of her life - whatever the outcome. She felt a sense of being actually cherished - a sense she realized she'd never experienced before in her 27 years. It was exhilarating, and she didn't want it to end.

Adonis paused at the door, his hand resting on the handle, and turned back to look at Elena over his shoulder. His startlingly bright green eyes seemed to dance; one eyebrow raised as if in challenge. Petros paused, as well, and regarded Elena with an almost impassive expression on his ruggedly handsome face.

"Ready?" Adonis asked.

Elena let a little nervous laugh escape her lips. She drew her shoulders back and slyly replied: "Sure, why wouldn't I be? This kind of thing happens all the time."

Both men laughed in a warm, comfortable way as Adonis dramatically swung the door inward. Elena squealed as Petros scooped her up into his arms, carrying her to the threshold. Adonis stepped inside the door and turned to take Elena from his brother's arms, bringing her inside and spinning around so she could see the interior.

Elena was giggling like a girl as the men tossed her around like she was no more than a child in their arms. But her laughter was cut short and she drew her breath in sharply. She gazed mutely at what they proposed to be her art studio. 

It was simply perfect.

Adonis gently set her on her feet, but held on to her lightly from behind because Elena seemed quite unsteady at that moment. The strongest feeling of déjà vu overcame her as she looked about the surprisingly spacious loft-like room.

The light astounded her. It was everywhere, as if the room radiated. From the garden, it was not obvious at all, but the entire ocean side of the studio was a wall of glass windows. The bottom row of windows were actually large doors that opened on a pivot. Several were open at the moment, allowing the fresh sea air into the crisp white room. 

The interior was immaculate and sparsely but elegantly furnished. The ceiling had to be at least 25 feet high, with a partial loft level that was accessible via an ornate metal spiral staircase in the far corner. A positively giant zinc chandelier hung from center of the peak, such that it would be eye level from the loft. 

The loft had a low, incredibly wide platform bed and a rustic wood table that supported a Majolica water pitcher and bowl. A half dozen framed glass hurricane lanterns containing thick white pillar candles were clustered artlessly in the corners to the left and right of the bed. 

On the ground floor there was an over-sized, antique leather chaise that must have once been black, but now was faded and distressed to a warm gray. The only rug in the room – a well worn but lovely Persian - rested beneath that chaise. A blue, white and yellow mosaic table sat beside the sofa. Centered on that table was a massive citrine ceramic vase that held several tall branches of aromatic eucalyptus. 

But the object that absolutely dominated the room as well as Elena's attention was a floor-to-ceiling easel leaning against the right-hand wall. On it sat a blank, stretched canvas that was easily 10' x 10' square. A paint-splattered wooden table topped with clean, empty glass jars and an oval wooden palette was pushed against the wall beside the easel. 

The room smelled of sunlight, eucalyptus, old leather and linseed oil. Elena had the strangest feeling that she was precisely where she was supposed to be at exactly the right moment in time.

"Oh..." she murmured. Her heart was thudding in her chest so violently that she thought she might actually swoon. Adonis, as if sensing her light-headedness, slipped his arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against the hard warmth of his body. She let her head lean back against his bare chest.

"Ine kalo, Elena-mou?" He asked in her ear. He wanted to know if she thought it was good? Elena thought: are you kidding? Good doesn't begin to describe this...

"Nee, poli kalo." She whispered. It was indeed very, very good.

"Mmmmm. I am so glad you like it, beautiful girl." His voice was practically a growl as he spoke in her hair. His arms tightened around her waist as his hands slid up to tease the bottom of her breasts through the thin cotton jersey of her dress.

Elena turned in his arms, regarding both Petros and Adonis for a moment. She asked quietly, her voice tremulous:

"Are you really serious? Are you offering me this studio and a place to live? I mean... You met me last night..."

The brothers smiled indulgently, and looked at each other as if speaking telepathically. Petros stepped toward Elena and took her in his arms as Adonis released her; his hands rising to smooth her wild hair back from her face.

Petros spoke softly, his lips brushing her forehead: "We are very serious, my darling Elena. We would not offer such a thing if we were not sure. Just tell us this, agape-mou, do you feel that this is right for you?"

"Does this feel like home? With us?" Adonis added, moving around to again embrace Elena from behind. She was captured between them just as she'd been when they were dancing last night. 

Elena paused, shocked by the clarity and immediacy of her inner response. Yes! Yes! Yes! was being screamed from the very core of her being.

"Just tell us what you feel." Petros prompted. His mouth lightly grazed over her eyebrows, eyelids and cheekbones. From behind her, Elena felt Adonis push his hips against her ass. He was already growing erect. His hands slid up to her breasts to lightly glide across her tightening nipples. His lips were pressed against her ear as he murmured in a velvety tone:

"You have to say it, agape-mou. You have to tell us what you want."

"Yes -- yes!" Elena exclaimed, as she melted between them. "I want to stay with you. I want this to be my studio. I want to be yours; I want to belong to both of you--"

Her last sentence was cut abruptly short as Petros claimed her mouth in a hard, passionate kiss. He moved his lower body into Elena, pressing his growing arousal into the space between her thighs. She felt the contact of skin on skin as his bare thighs rubbed against hers.

Adonis released a sexy hissing breath as he ground himself into Elena and his mouth traveled down the side of her neck.

"Good girl." He growled as his teeth nipped at her shoulder. He pushed the fabric of her dress aside so he could access more of her naked skin.

She felt the now-familiar fluttering deep within her abdomen. A rush of wetness reminded Elena that she was not wearing any underwear – a fact that Petros was suddenly very aware of when he pressed one hand under her skirt into her pubis.

His throaty laugh caused Adonis to raise his head curiously. Petros murmured something to him in Greek that prompted a satisfied groan from his brother as he likewise snaked one hand down to feel Elena's moist sex.

Adonis gently grasped the bottom of her dress and pulled it up and over her head, tossing it lightly on the chaise. Elena's raised arms, rather than dropping back down by her sides, wound backwards around Adonis's neck as he turned her head in order to kiss her already bee-stung lips. She sighed into his mouth as Adonis's brother knelt down to press his mouth against her other lips. Petros hummed as his mouth captured the hypersensitive nub of her clitoris – slipping one, then two fingers inside her. The penetration and vibration combined with the warm, soft suction of his kisses almost drove Elena out of her mind. The orgasm came swift and sharp – like a hot knife moving through butter.

She screamed into Adonis's mouth, and arched her back in order to better accommodate Petros's probing hands and tongue. Her body moved in graceful, sensual angles as the beautiful men tantalized her and bent her to their will. 

All around her, beneath her closed eyelids, Elena felt the soft glow of the white studio. She felt bathed in ethereal light. She felt like pure sex – no, more than that – she felt like pure love.

Petros stood, his body sliding up Elena's. He slipped two of his fingers into her mouth so she could taste herself.

"See?" He whispered. "You're delectable, my beautiful one." His eyes darkened as she boldly sucked his fingers, her eyes locked on his. Her tongue flicked around, making the promise of a similar treatment elsewhere on his body. 

Speaking again in Greek to Adonis, the brothers moved Elena in unison toward the leather chaise. Instead of making her lie down on it, Petros positioned her in a kneeling position, her forearms resting on the single rolled arm. Moving behind her he pushed her thighs apart and knelt between them, and in a very slow movement designed no doubt to tease her, he slid his erection inch by agonizing inch all the way inside her still pulsing folds. 

Elena's head dropped forward onto her arms as she once again accustomed herself to his size. She made a sound that was like a sob, but she was no longer aware of the noises that issued from her throat.

Petros began to thrust into her and out again – his pace changing frequently. At times it was hard and fast – causing her breath to catch, and at times it was deliberate and slow – so much so that she found herself jamming backward in order to try to force him more deeply into her.

A hand wound into her hair, pulling her head back. She gazed at Adonis, standing before her at the end of the chaise. He'd removed his jeans and was stroking his beautiful hard cock with the other hand. It was at eye level for Elena, so she contemplated it for a few moments before looking back up at the gorgeous Adonis. 

His eyes glittered into hers, his intentions clear. Suddenly and without a moment's hesitation, Elena plunged her mouth onto his swollen penis. The absence of a preamble or any kind of teasing caught him off guard. Adonis shouted into the ceiling of the studio – his voice reverberating off the glass.

Elena was relishing the feeling of being replete. These two men had, in the space of fewer than 24 hours, become everything to her. To have them both inside her at the same moment, to be giving them both as much intense pleasure as they were giving her, filled her with what could only be described as joy.

As Petros slammed into her from behind, his fingers flicked across her clit, intensifying the incredible sensations building in her sex. Adonis kept one hand in her hair, and the other was pulling and pinching the tender nipple of her left breast. Elena used her hands as well as her mouth on him. She gently, and then not so gently, cupped and squeezed his balls as she feverishly pumped his huge shaft with her mouth and other hand.

In almost no time, she could tell that Adonis was about to cum. He began to pull away and lift her from his penis – but Elena prevented him, moaning in protest as she redoubled her efforts to take him as deeply into her mouth as possible. She kept her eyes on his as she brought him up and over the edge. She saw the passion flare in his face – his mouth opening slightly as he finally released into her eager throat. A roar was torn from him as the climax shook him, making him almost weak with unadulterated pleasure.

Petros had considerately slowed his movements, though he didn't pull out of her. He watched tenderly as Elena lovingly finished his brother and tilted her head back to smile up at his wondrous expression. Adonis ran a hand distractedly through his wild hair, clearly unsettled by this incredible experience. He leaned down to Elena and cupping her face in his hands, pressed his mouth to hers in a long, sweet kiss that hinted at a profound depth of feeling. 

As he stood, he regarded Elena and his brother and smiled. She likewise looked over her shoulder and grinned sheepishly at her other lover. Petros, as if on cue, picked up the pace and began to fuck her with unfettered desire. His fingers began to thrum against her clit, causing her to gasp and grip the arm of the sofa. Elena's eyes closed of their own accord, as she threw her head back, arching her spine in a cat-like pose. This gave Petros easy access to the smooth skin of her back and shoulders. He began to blaze a trail of hot kisses across her shoulder blades and down her back. So intent on each other, neither one of them noticed as Adonis slipped silently away. He smiled as he scooped up his discarded jeans and left them alone in the cottage.

Petros suddenly pulled out of her, catching Elena around the waist and lifting her off her knees. In an impossibly fast and graceful move, he seated himself on the chaise and swung her around to face him, making her straddle his body, poised above his waiting cock. She looked down into his almost black eyes and smiled wickedly as she speared herself on him. His hands were on her hips and hers were on his shoulders as she rode him almost savagely. What had begun as a very lighthearted moment turned darkly sexy and intense. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on both of their bodies as they strained into one another. Each time Petros thrust himself deeply into her she let out a little cry of ragged passion.

He began to rub her clit with his thumb, alternately watching his hand and her face as she pushed up and down on his shaft again and again. Elena could feel the orgasm gathering in the depths of her womb. Petros was hitting her G-spot in this position, as well, so Elena knew this one was going to be big.

"Tell me when you're going to cum, baby." He whispered – his voice hoarse and gravelly. "I will come with you, my beauty."

It was almost as if his words released her – Elena made a sound that was half moan, half incoherent speech just a moment before she literally screamed out in ecstasy. Tears began to flow down her cheeks and her lungs constricted with the extremity of the climax. Dimly, through her own fog, Elena heard Petros's shouts as he joined her. She felt him shoot multiple times into her now molten pussy. The aftershocks of this orgasm rolled on for several minutes, even after they had stilled their gleaming bodies.

She didn't protest as Petros eased her onto her back on the sofa and slid down to lie behind her. Her eyelids were unaccountably heavy, and the thought of stirring seemed absurd. She drifted off right there on the antique leather with Petros's arms wrapped protectively around her. 

Elena dreamed she was lying in a field of deep waving grasses under a clear blue sky, nestled between two beautiful and mysterious dark-haired men. In her sleep, she exhaled contentedly and smiled.



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 04



Elena had been enjoying sunbathing in the tall grassy field, but she finally could no longer ignore the insistent buzzing of a large bee that was just out of her field of vision. It was practically in her ear, but she still couldn't see it. Waving a lazy hand around, she hoped that the insect would be warded away - but no dice. It just kept coming back at her: "buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..." then after a moment it would start again: "buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz..."

Elena groaned in frustration. She really didn't want to have to get up and move. The ground was remarkably soft and she felt wonderful. But that damn bee wouldn't stop. Finally, Elena started to sit up...

She was disoriented for several moments as she struggled back from a very deep sleep. She wasn't in a field at all - she was in a very big, soft bed in a room that she didn't recognize. All at once, the last 24 hours came rushing back to her and she dropped back into the pillows with a delighted little giggle.

Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz.

Elena looked to her left at the side table next to the bed, and saw her cell phone vibrating across the surface. 

Oh my god! It has to be Pam. She felt very guilty and her face flushed scarlet. What time is it? Scrambling across the massive bed, she grabbed the phone and checked the time - it was 3:35PM. She had four missed calls, two voicemail messages and four text messages awaiting her. Elena read the messages in reverse chronological order:

3:34PM

OK. I'M REALLY STARTING TO GET WORRIED! WHERE THE F**K ARE YOU? I AM ABOUT TO CALL THE POLICE. CALL ME. NOW.

2:52PM

SERIOUSLY? ARE YOU EVER COMING UP FOR AIR? JUST LET ME KNOW THAT YOU'RE OKAY AND IF YOU PLAN TO COME MEET US FOR DINNER.

1:33PM

SO WHERE ARE YOU? WE ARE GOING TO A PESCATORIA IN OIA TONITE. ARE YOU GOING TO BE BACK IN TIME? YOU CAN BRING THE PAIR OF STUDS, IF YOU WANT. LOL. AROUND 10PM. BUT CALL ME EITHER WAY.

11:44PM

HEY SLUT! CALL ME. WAS IT FUN? I NEED TO HEAR THE DIRTY DETAILS. I'LL GIVE YOU THIS: WHEN YOU GO WILD YOU REALLY GO WILD! I'M KIND OF IMPRESSED. CALL ME.

She quickly selected Pam's mobile number and bit the end of her thumb as the phone began to ring. It was picked up before the first ring tone had ended.

"OH... My... God! Don't ever fucking do that to me again!" Pam's voice sounded shaky, like she was near to tears. A condition that Elena had only seen once in the eight years she'd known her. 

"I'm so, so sorry - please don't be mad at me. I wasn't blowing you off - I just fell asleep and only now heard my phone-" Pam impatiently cut her off.

"Do you have any idea how scared I was? Last night, we left you sandwiched between two strange men. We left you! In a foreign country where YOU DON'T EVEN SPEAK THE LANGUAGE. What the hell were we thinking?! What were you thinking? Thank god you're okay. Are you okay? Do you need me to come get you?"

The realization that her normally cynical friend was just worried sick about her was perversely heart-warming. Elena pushed down the desire to laugh at Pam's theatricality and at the notion that Adonis or Petros could ever hurt her. 

"Do you want me to answer any of these questions, or are you planning to have this conversation all by yourself?" Elena softened this with a cute little giggle. "I'm happy to wait until you're done, if you have more..."

"Sarcasm? You're giving me sarcasm? After what you put us through? I may be forced to kill you myself!" Elena was immediately contrite.

"You're right. You're right. I know. I'm sorry. Seriously, I am. But not only am I okay, I've never been this happy or had this much fun in my entire life. Not ever. So you can relax."

"Grrr. I'm still mad at you. But fine - you're so LUCKY that I'm dying to know what went on last night. AND half of today. So c'mon, give. What happened?"

"Uh... well, it's sort of hard to tell you everything..." Elena frowned, her heart conflicted. She didn't want to expose too much about Adonis and Petros. She realized that she felt extremely protective of them - that she didn't want to betray their trust or violate their privacy. But then again, Pam was her best friend and they - up to now - had no secrets from one another.

Elena hadn't even realized that she'd made a decision on how to handle this until she began speaking: "Suffice it to say that last night was the single most amazing night of my life. Adonis and Petros are completely wonderful, and their villa is amazing..."

"So those are their names - Adonis and Petros? Wait! They live together?!"

"Well, yes, they're brothers..." Elena began, only to be interrupted again.

"WHAT?!! Brothers? Are you kidding me?" She was squealing into the phone so loudly that Elena had to momentarily pull it away from her ear.

"Half brothers - but yes. Dude, they are really incredible. And this house is spectacular."

"Where is it?" Pam asked, too impatient to wait for Elena to tell the story her own way.

"Up on the Caldera." Elena briefly outlined the beauty and location of the house, commenting on the amazing view, pool and the luxurious décor.

"Forget the damn house!" Exclaimed her friend. "I want to know about the sex. Which one did you end up with - or was it both of them, as I predicted?"

"Look, I can't really get into it now - but they are both really wonderful. I wouldn't know how to choose between them even if I wanted to..."

"YES! I knew it. You dirty little slut." The harshness of the words was completely negated by her playful and clearly envious tone. "I cannot believe that Miss "butter wouldn't melt in her mouth" has become part of a threesome. Way to go Elena! What's next - full on orgies?"

"Okay, okay. Take it easy..." Elena was pretty uncomfortable with the idea that this was somehow deviant behavior or that she was moving into some sort of alternative lifestyle.

"OMG - wait: They don't do each other, do they?!" Pam asked this in a sort of stage whisper.

"Jesus! No! Seriously - stop it. You're making this sound disgusting and it totally is not like that. They don't - they wouldn't - ugh! I'm not going to tell you anything else if you're going to act like a juvenile."

"Okay, I'm sorry - but I had to ask, didn't I?" 

Elena was still irritated. "No, frankly, you didn't have to. I mean it: don't talk about these guys like that - not to me or to anyone, alright? I'm serious!"

"Sheesh, fine. Relax. Boy, you are really into these guys, aren't you?"

"Yes, I am." Elena said quietly.

There was a bit of silence on the other end as Pam digested this latest bit of information. She finally sighed, as if capitulating in some way.

"Okay, got it. I promise - I won't make fun of it anymore. Satisfied?"

Elena laughed out loud at the word, given the circumstances, so she couldn't resist responding with a fake southern drawl: "Darlin', I've never been so satisfied in my entire life..." And they both began to giggle like schoolgirls.

Before hanging up, Elena promised to ask the brothers if they wanted to join Pam and her other three friends for dinner that evening. She also told Pam that she may be returning to the hotel to get her things and check out, since it didn't make sense to pay for a room she wasn't using. She elected to tackle the more difficult subject of staying behind in Greece indefinitely at a later time - preferably when they were face to face. She'd dropped enough bombshells on her friend for one conversation, she reasoned.

After she ended the call and put her mobile phone back on the nightstand, Elena slipped out from under the covers and got out of bed. She was still naked. One of the men must have carried her to this room, she mused. Elena was amazed that she'd slept through that, but then realized that she'd had very little sleep the night before and all the lovemaking had certainly exhausted her - both physically and emotionally. She stretched her body languidly, rising up on her toes and reaching her arms up toward the cavernous ceiling. Her thighs and nether regions ached rather deliciously and she felt incredibly sexy. Just thinking about her boys, as she was starting to think of them, made her nipples hard and caused that now-so-frequent wetness between her legs. She could not stop smiling.

Padding across the cool tile floor, she looked around this unfamiliar room. It was not Adonis's room and she didn't think it belonged to Petros, since it appeared to be unoccupied. Perhaps it was a guest room.

There was yet another massive, beautiful antique wardrobe – this one looked French in style, and was a crackled pale blue with painted flowers across the double doors. Ornate brass handles that formed two halves of a rose met at the opening. Elena tentatively pulled the doors open, and found hanging there her new dress from this morning, the red dress she wore last night, a thick terry robe, and a few other beautiful articles of clothing that she hadn't seen before – including a long green silk nightgown and matching kimono, a cream linen shift dress, a black poly jersey swimsuit and a chic black and white striped wrap dress. There were pencil skirts, peasant skirts and a couple of silk blouses, as well. A row of drawers lined the right side of the cabinet, and a peek inside revealed a collection of lace or satin bras and panties in various colors.

A row of shoes lined the bottom of the armoire; high heeled beige pumps, black kitten heel sling backs, a pair of strappy stiletto sandals, white lace-up Keds and some ballet flats. Her espadrilles were given a place of honor at the end. A shelf above held a few pairs of blue, white and black jeans, a few cotton tees and neatly stacked lightweight cardigans in several colors.

Elena felt a flutter of nerves in her tummy when she realized that these were all in her sizes. 

"When the hell did you do all of this?" She wondered aloud.

"While you were napping, Agape-mou." Adonis was suddenly there, behind her, so close she could feel his body heat seeping into her skin.

Elena let out a little yelp of fright and spun around at his sudden presence. She never heard him come in.

"Oh my god! You scared me – I didn't know you were here!" Her hands were on her face as she tried to calm herself down.

Adonis laughed lightly and moaned his apology as he reached up and pulled her by the wrists into his arms. Elena gladly sank into his embrace, acutely aware of her own nakedness against his warmth. Goosebumps appeared on her skin in reaction to his raw sexuality.

He was still wearing those alluring old jeans, but he'd since donned a fine linen shirt that was unbuttoned and hanging open, so she slipped her arms inside the fabric in order to feel the taut skin over his muscled torso and back.

"Mmmm." He murmured against her hair. "That is very nice. Did you have a good sleep?" He lifted her chin to look into her eyes.

Elena lost herself for a moment in his impossibly green irises, a slow smile spreading across her face as she took in the full force of his male beauty.

"Mmmmm, yes I did. I feel completely wonderful." 

He leaned in slowly and his lips brushed softly against hers. His hands slid down to the small of her back, and he looked at her under heavy eyelids as he pulled her lower body tightly against his.

"I agree, you do feel wonderful..." he spoke against her mouth in a whisper that sent a shiver down her spine.

Elena laughed breathily – which caused her to open her mouth. Adonis pounced on her now parted lips and kissed her, pushing his probing tongue into her mouth.

She groaned, amazed that she found she needed and wanted him again. Who was she becoming around these men? She had never been this wanton before.

"I am always hungry for you, Elena..." He growled into her neck, just below her ear. She felt a new rush of wetness in her already pulsing pussy. "What are you doing to me?" He asked, but didn't wait for an answer as he pulled her mouth back up to his by grasping a fistful of her wild dark hair.

"Ohhh..." she sighed. "Whatever this is, it's happening to me too! I am insatiable with you." To emphasize her point, she guided one of his hands down to the tender place between her now trembling thighs. Adonis made a hissing sound as his fingers slipped into her weeping folds. He looked down at Elena's flushed face as he began to thrust his fingers deep inside her. She crumbled against him, her head dropping down against his chest.

Adonis scooped her up in his arms. Walking back to the bed, he literally threw her on her back on top of the fluffy comforter. Adonis never took his eyes off her as he shrugged out of the linen shirt and undid the button fly of his jeans. Elena raised herself up onto her elbows, her hair wild and eyes sparkling with heated passion, as she watched his jeans fall to the floor, revealing his impressive erection.

He climbed directly on top of her, pushing her back into the mattress as he kissed her roughly, one hand crushing her right breast. Forcing her thighs apart with his, he pushed his massive cock into her without preamble. Elena fairly shouted with surprise and excitement into his mouth.

Adonis pressed his lips to her ear and ground out through clenched teeth:

"I'm sorry to be so rough, but I could not wait to be inside you, my beautiful girl. Tell me if I'm hurting you." He demanded, as he began to fuck her almost violently.

"You're... not... hurting me! Don't stop... I... love... what... you... are doing... to me!" Elena's words came out in pants because of how Adonis was pounding into her body, and because her breathing was so labored from excitement.

Finally unable to form coherent thoughts, Elena made primal sounds in response to the incredible sensations he was creating inside her. He took hold of her wrists and slammed them back on the bed above her head. She arched up against him, grinding up each time he bottomed out inside her. 

Adonis began making sexy, grunting noises as he pushed into her. Looking into her eyes, he crushed her mouth with his. They kissed as if they'd never be able to kiss again – like the world was ending around them. Time and space fell away as Elena was consumed by his fire. Some far corner of her brain screamed out her absolute joy.

He began saying her name like a fervent prayer – "Elena... Elena... Oh my Elena..."

"Yessss..." she keened in reply. "I am your Elena. Please just take me – take all of me..." She no longer even knew what she was saying.

The tense swirling inside her vagina began to build like a tornado that was gathering momentum. She knew she was going to orgasm wildly and could tell by the way his body was moving and by his own ragged breathing that Adonis was also very close.

"Oh... I'm going to cum, baby!" She breathed into his mouth.

Adonis spoke to her, his voice deep and breaking, in Greek. Elena didn't understand the literal words but understood the intent. He was demanding that she orgasm.

She began to explode with her climax – her voice crying out in a high pitch. Adonis claimed her mouth as if he was breathing life into her – very shortly after he joined her in a shattering ejaculation. He groaned into her mouth as he jerked inside her repeatedly. Elena could feel his seed inside her as their bodies shook against one another, until finally they at long last stilled and relaxed into a clinging embrace. Adonis continued to kiss Elena, but the kisses were softer and more sensual now.

After a long while, he raised his head and gazed down at her -- a thoughtful, but contented smile on his god-like face. 

"S'agapo, Elena." He said softly. He pressed his lips to her eyelids and forehead as he tenderly brushed her hair away from her face.

Softly she asked: "What does that mean – 'sah-ga-po'?" He smiled, and simply leaned down to kiss her lips once more.

Elena had an epiphany: God, I love this man. As she acknowledged this fact to herself, she marveled that she had no fear and no expectation of reciprocity. How incredible, she thought – to love without doubt, without selfishness. She loved, and that was a gift unto itself.

As Adonis rested his head in the curve of her shoulder, she protectively raised one arm and stoked his silky thick hair. He threaded the fingers of his left hand into her other hand. They stayed like that, in an intimate silence, listening to the sounds of the surf crashing below. Somewhere outside, a stray cat mewed sweetly.



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 05



After a time, Adonis slipped out of Elena. Emitting a vastly contented sigh he dropped down on the mattress to her side, facing her. She turned toward him, huddling close to the warmth of his beautiful body. 

"Is this my room?" She asked softly. He moved a stray curl away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

"Only if you want it to be." His voice was hoarse, and barely above a whisper. His eyes searched her face.

"You don't want me to sleep in your room?" Her voice was very small, and she couldn't bring herself to look into his eyes for fear that she'd see something discouraging there. As if sensing her insecurity, he lifted her chin toward him with gentle fingers so she would have no choice but to look at him. Adonis laughed lightly planted a soft, tender kiss on her forehead.

"Of course I want you in my room. I want you with me all the time. But so does Petros. We couldn't decide, so we thought it would only be fair to give you a room of your own. Elena, my darling, this is all up to you."

Elena looked into his hypnotic jade eyes and was momentarily lost. She thought about how impossible it would be to choose between them. She loved Adonis passionately and purely. But she had to admit to herself, as improbable as it might have seemed, that she loved Petros too. Somehow, the emotions she felt were too big to be confined to just one of them - they involved them both. It was in some ways very confusing, but in other ways it was the simplest, most natural thing in the world.

"You bought all of those clothes and things for me?" She was running one finger across the ripples in his upper abdomen.

"Yes. Don't you like them?" His eyes became slightly guarded, but Elena was staring fixedly at his chest and didn't see the slight tension develop in his face.

"Of course I like them - they're beautiful. They are exactly the kinds of things I would buy for myself if I could. Who picked them out?"

"We both did. It was fun, actually."

"But you don't have to buy me things. I want you to know that." Her lungs felt too tight in her chest. She heard him sigh before he answered.

"We know that. We bought them because we wanted to, Elena-mou. We enjoyed it. I don't think that anyone has spoiled you, or taken care of you, for a very long time. Am I right?"

To her surprise, tears sprung up in her eyes and her throat hurt from suppressed emotion. Unable to speak, Elena mutely nodded.

"That is tragic, my lovely girl. A woman like you should be shown how much she is cared for, every day. It will be our pleasure to spoil you for a while." His hand again moved her chin up to compel her to look into his eyes. They were dark with some emotion, and a slight frown creased his handsome brow. Elena wanted to smooth it away with her lips. He was quite earnest as he continued.

"But know this: we do it for us - for our own happiness. Staying here with us does not come with any strings - not of any kind. You are not obliged to be with us like this." His hand moved back and forth between their bodies, indicating what he meant by 'like this'.

"Obliged?!" She exclaimed. Now it was her time to laugh indulgently. "How can you think that I - that anyone - would be with you out of obligation? Don't you know what you are? I'm frankly amazed that you find me even remotely attractive - you could have anyone you wanted. Let's be honest - I'm not even in your league. You-"

She was abruptly cut off as Adonis crushed her mouth with his. He rolled back on top of her, trapping her on the bed. One of his hands held the back of her head, while the other wrapped around her body. He pressed hard against her.

Elena gasped as he finally came up for air. His frown had deepened - he looked almost angry. Despite herself, a tiny thrill ran down her spine at the sight of a stormy Adonis.

"Don't you ever say - or even think - anything like that about yourself again. Do you understand me?" She stared up mutely, trying to think of how to better explain what she meant. 

"Elena!" He said sharply - shaking her into the mattress with frustration. "Answer me - tell me that you will never degrade yourself again." He continued to look fiercely at her - clearly awaiting an answer of some sort.

"I don't know what you're asking of me - what are you saying?" Elena was confused, but above all wanted to please him.

He groaned in frustration. "I want you to see what we see; that you are an incredibly beautiful, sexy, intelligent and compassionate woman. That you are a fucking fantasy. It is we, Elena, who are not really worthy of you. If you only knew..!"

Adonis groaned and kissed her again - this time with something akin to reverence. Elena's head was swimming with a variety of emotions. As he raised his head to regard her again, she was unconsciously shaking her head slowly, as if rejecting his words, even as she wished fervently to believe them. 

Speaking more gently, his ire greatly dissipated, he said almost desperately: "I won't have it. I won't have you thinking this way about yourself. If it takes the rest of our lives, we will teach you that you are one of the most remarkable, most desirable women in the world."

Elena closed her eyes and pressed her fingers to his lips. It was too much. 

"Please..." she begged him, but she didn't know for what. 

"Please what, my darling?" His lips spoke against hers.

Elena stifled a sob, and turned her head away. She was overcome. She didn't understand why she could not seem to control her emotions - there was something about these men that laid her bare - more naked than she'd ever been in her life. It frightened and exhilarated her at the same time.

"Please don't say things like that to me... I can't - I don't know how to process all of this... and oh... Please don't be angry with me - " Tears were streaming down her face and Elena was mortified. She didn't cry very often and felt ashamed of her current behavior.

"Shhhhh..." Adonis held her tightly, his lips against her forehead. "I am not angry with you! I'm sorry my baby, I am not trying to upset you - I get carried away by my feelings. We don't have to talk about this - don't cry, my beautiful girl. I am a monster - I'm so sorry Elena-mou."

Though Elena was still feeling idiotic, struggling to control her sudden crying jag, she snorted as Adonis called himself a monster.

"Yeah sure, you are a monster. Give me a break... I'm sorry, Adonis - I don't know what is wrong with me or why I'm crying - I never cry."

He was brushing away her tears and kissing her wet cheeks, when he rolled off of her and sat up in bed as a thought struck him.

"Oh my god - you haven't even eaten anything today, have you?"

Elena frowned, trying to remember - she was about to have breakfast when they offered her the studio. In all the excitement, she never did eat anything - she'd only had a little coffee.

"Uhhh - I guess not. So this is just low blood sugar, I guess." That rather simple explanation made her feel better - a bit less foolish.

Adonis had leapt out of bed and was pulling his jeans back on. 

"We'll make you something to eat." Walking over to the wardrobe, he pulled the terry robe from its hanger and handed it to Elena as she sat up. He pointed to a door in the corner of the room. "That is your bathroom. Come down to the kitchen when you're ready. You have to remember to eat, pedthi-mou." Depositing a quick kiss on her forehead, he snatched up his discarded shirt and winked at her as he left the room. 

Elena wiped her eyes and slipped her arms into the robe. She hopped down off the enormous bed and made her way into the bathroom. Regarding herself in the mirror, she huffed at how she looked - her eyes red-rimmed and face flushed.

She twisted her hair up on top of her head and ducked into the shower to quickly wash her overheated skin in tepid water. There were two different kinds of body wash and a bar of French lavender soap. The boys have really been busy, she thought.

Toweling off briskly, she skimmed on some of the fresh-scented moisturizer she found in the mirrored cabinet, and let her hair back down. It was a tiny bit wilder than usual - it definitely looked like "after sex hair". She laughed at herself before padding barefoot back into the bedroom to put something on. Elena quickly selected a matching peach satin underwear and bra, and stepped into one of the peasant skirts and tee shirts. 

As she headed for the door, she looked over at the very mussed bed linens. She stepped briskly over and straightened the top sheet and comforter, fluffing the pillows. Satisfied that the room had been returned to what must have been its original, perfectly photo-styled state, she wandered out into the hallway. Not sure which way led to the stairway, she randomly struck out to the right. This villa was positively huge! Then, the sound of chopping and clattering pots drifted up toward her, so she followed it and found a curving set of stairs leading down the the ground floor. 

Thoroughly delicious smells were coming from the back of the house, and Elena realized that she was absolutely starving. She literally followed her nose and found Adonis completely preoccupied with pan searing some fresh fish and tossing a salad of tomatoes and feta in the vast, immaculate kitchen.

She stood in the doorway, just observing him for a moment - admiring the skill with which he carefully rolled and chopped fresh basil for the salad.

Elena began to step into the kitchen, intending to surprise him, but he turned as if sensing her presence before her foot had even landed on the floor in front of her.

"Hi - you look pretty! Come and taste this - tell me if it needs salt." He turned and produced a small glass bowl with what looked like a dressing of olive oil and red wine vinegar. Elena approached and dipped her index finger in gently, putting her finger into her mouth.

"Mmmm. It's perfect. I cannot believe that you can cook! This smells absolutely incredible." She exclaimed appreciatively.

"Well, you know, bachelors need to learn these things..." He said with a slight shrug, but she saw him grin, obviously quite pleased that she appreciated his culinary acumen.

"What can I do?" she asked - itching to be useful. Adonis directed her to the plates and flatware, and suggested that she set the table on the patio by the pool. As she walked out, arms laden with the tableware, he shouted after her to asking that she put some music on for them to listen to while they dined.

Elena quite enjoyed this domestic little interlude. It occurred to her as she set their places at the table that these small details of life were so critical - so compelling. Pausing for a moment to refold the linen napkins next to their plates, she smiled to think about all the meals they would be able to share - and all the small moments in a person's life that are often taken for granted, but ought to be more appropriately appreciated.

Making her way through to the large, airy living room area, she sought and then found the stereo system - an impressive, expensive looking set of components inside an antique cabinet. Momentarily at a loss as to how to operate the thing, she paused. She was about to call out for assistance when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist. Petros!

She closed her eyes to allow her other senses to take him in as he drew her back against his body. Elena noted that he smelled of lime and basil. His body felt warm, as if he'd been out in the afternoon sun. 

Petros pressed his face into the side of her neck, his lips moving softly upward across her skin in a series of light feathery kisses that made goose bumps emerge on her skin.

"Hi!" she breathed. "Where have you been?"

"Mmmmm." He put his mouth against her ear, which caused a new rush of wetness between her legs. "I had some errands to run. How was your nap, baby girl?"

"Lovely. I dreamed I was sleeping in a field, under the sun." 

At his gentle pressure, Elena turned around to face him and wound her arms around his neck. He bent his knees slightly and then lifted her up, her body falling flush against his. Petros spun her around once as she giggled, then set her back on her feet and pressed his firm lips against hers.

"I missed you." He murmured into her hair. "Is that Adonis cooking lunch? You must be some kind of sorceress or something. He almost never cooks."

Elena laughed and leaned up to kiss Petros on the cheek. He just warmed her - there was something so sunny and uncomplicated about him.

"Yes - he was upset that I hadn't eaten today so he's cooking for me personally. How amazing is that?!" She immediately regretted saying this, because Petros frowned and looked very concerned.

"Oh god! Elena - you didn't eat anything?! You cannot..." She cut him off before he could also lecture her.

"I know - I know - it was an accident, I swear! Your brother already scolded me. It won't happen again, I promise. Now help me here, because I am supposed to be choosing the music, but like all men you have a ridiculously complicated stereo system that apparently can also guide space satellites."

Petros spent the next few minutes explaining how to turn on the various components and dock an MP3 player to play music. He left the choice of music to her, however, saying he was going to talk with Adonis and help with the food.

Elena scanned Petros's music selection, impressed at the size and eclectic nature of his library. He had everything, it seemed. She thought for a moment about what she wanted to hear, and decided that something beautiful and acoustic would be ideal. She chose an album by Segovia, and hoped that the boys would like her selection of classical Spanish guitar.

The melancholy, haunting strains began to echo through the villa, because the sound system was hard wired throughout the entire house. 

As she reentered the kitchen, Adonis and Petros were deep in conversation, rapidly talking in Greek. From the looks of the discussion, the subject was fairly serious. They both looked up when she entered and abruptly stopped talking. 

"Sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt..." She felt pretty awkward, feeling strangely sure that they were discussing her. "Though it's hardly necessary to stop on my account since I can't understand you anyway." She laughed a little uncomfortably at her own lame joke.

Adonis smoothly responded, walking over to Elena to plant a soft kiss on her brow: "You never have to apologize my darling. You are not interrupting anything and this is your house now. It is we who are rude, we should not be speaking in Greek - from now on it's English only, okay?"

Petros chimed in with: "Yes, you are right - we will speak in English."

"No!" Elena exclaimed. They stopped to look at her, curious at this outburst. "I cannot ask that of you - it's totally unfair. Your language is part of who you are - I won't ask you to stop using it. It's the language of Socrates - of Plato - I won't have you restrain yourselves because of my ignorance."

Adonis stroked her cheek, a bemused expression on his face as he asked: "What do you suggest, beautiful girl?"

"Teach me to speak Greek." She said simply. "I already know a few things just from being here a few days: Kali mera, Kali spera, Kali Nikta, Pahme, Nee, Ohee, Agape-mou..."

Adonis looked back at Petros, who was likewise grinning broadly. He clapped his hands together and shouted "Bravo, Elena."

Adonis turned back to her and pulled her into a big bear hug, squeezing her tightly. "Ine kalo." He said, as he kissed her lightly on the lips.

"Now..." he said, "Let's eat. You must be starving to death my lovely girl." He began to steer her out to the patio. 

He added suddenly: "Oh, and by the way - this is a great choice of music for lunch. You have wonderful taste."

Beaming at both of them, Elena agreed. "Yes, I certainly do."

Lunch passed delightfully, with easy banter from the boys and some humorous protests from Elena as they attempted to pile too much food on her plate. Adonis's pan-grilled fish was very fresh and cooked to perfection, drizzled with olive oil and topped with chopped aromatic herbs. Petros produced a bottle of the local Santorini white wine, which paired exceptionally well with the food.

As they finished eating, Elena suddenly remembered that she was supposed to invite them to dinner that evening with Pam and her friends.

She posed the question a little nervously, half afraid that they would refuse and she'd have to face her friends alone. 

Of course, they did not refuse. 

"You want us to come meet your friends, Elena-mou?" Petros asked, clearly pleased. Without waiting for her answer he continued: "Of course we'll come. We want to know the people who are important to you."

Elena looked to Adonis to ensure he agreed, and he was nodding with Petros - an uncomplicated and happy expression on his face.

For a moment, she wondered what it might be like to see them around her friends from back home - if it would be uncomfortable or if it would just make all of it feel more real.

They briefly discussed timing and when they would need to leave to reach Oia on time as Petros cleared the dishes. Refusing to allow Elena to help, he pushed her back down into her chair as he kissed the top of her head.

"No - you can do this some other time. Leave this to me, since Adonis - miraculously - did the cooking. And when I come back you can ask me what I found for you..." He winked mischievously as he headed back to the kitchen with an armload of dishes.

"What do you mean 'found for me'?" she called after his retreating form. "What is it with you boys and getting presents for me?" She asked Adonis, who was smiling cryptically across the table. He shrugged his shoulders, feigning ignorance, causing her to laugh and shake her head in disbelief. Petros came back out of the kitchen to clear the remaining dishes from the table. 

She regarded the two men who had, in such a short time, become so important to her. Adonis was reading an English business newspaper, his jade colored eyes quite serious now as they moved rapidly across the page. She perceived sharpness and intellect that sent a tiny thrill through her. His occasional reaction to what he was reading showed by the slightest of tightening to his perfectly sculpted lips. The sun overhead made his impossibly thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheekbones.

Petros was humming a tune to himself as he deftly moved around the table. His strong tanned arms and well-formed hands were almost graceful as he worked. His shining long hair was tied in its customary ponytail by a fine leather band, but a few pieces had escaped and fell around his handsome aquiline face. He tucked an intrusive lock behind one ear before picking up the tray and heading back to the kitchen. He moved like a panther -- possessing a sort of sinewy power.

How she loved to look at them, struck yet again by their rugged male beauty. She thought wondrously, they really are mine -- how incredibly lucky am I?

Elena sighed happily as a feeling of deep contentment flowed through her. She lounged back in the chair, tilting her head to allow the late afternoon sun to warm her face.

***

"So -- what do you think? Will they do?" 

Petros seemed to be trying to suppress his excitement, walking briskly around the studio as he showed Elena a huge collection of art supplies. There were dozens of prepared stretched canvasses of varying sizes, a box full of tubes of oil paint in dozens of colors, aluminum canisters of linseed oil and turpentine, jars of gesso, palette knives in multiple sizes and shapes and a collection of extremely fine sable brushes, including some so large that the brush head was as wide as Elena's hand. She realized from experience that this all must have cost a small fortune.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 05



Overwhelmed, her eyes shining with gathering tears, she whispered: "This is beyond all expectation. It's incredible." She reached out a tremulous hand and lovingly ran her fingertips across the soft sable brushes.

Petros was pleased at her response, and looked at Adonis, who was leaning against the wall by the door, his arms crossed. They smiled at each other as Elena began to look through the colors of paint he'd brought her. Tiny exclamations escaped her lips as she beheld her most favorite colors among the rich supply -- cobalt blue, ultramarine, yellow ochre, burnt sienna, cadmium orange, sap green, titanium white, and dozens more.

"This must have cost a fortune. How did you find all of this here on the island?" She looked up as she asked this.

Petros shrugged and said casually: "Oh -- I didn't get this here. I had to fly to Athens today anyway to do some business, so I picked this up there."

The surprise was evident on Elena's face. "You flew to Athens and back today?"

"Sure, it's a very short flight -- and we keep one of our planes here so it's very convenient."

"One of your planes?" She asked incredulously. "You have more than one? Are you kidding me?"

She looked at Adonis and Petros both, who seemed vastly amused. 

Adonis launched himself off the wall where he was leaning, walking toward Elena and gently ruffling her hair.

"So we haven't yet talked about what we do for a living. Petros and I run a couple of... fairly successful... businesses, so we often have to be in Athens and other cities like London, Paris, Zurich, and so on. It is just more convenient to have our own jets to get around. But when we are here and just want to run across to Athens, we fly ourselves in a little Cessna we keep on the island. We're very good pilots, I promise you." 

Petros dropped down onto the leather chaise, putting his hands behind his head as he leaned back on the arm. 

"Hey -- we should fly Elena someplace soon. Paris, maybe. Elena-mou, would you like that?"

"That is a great idea. For that trip, though, we'd use one of the bigger jets and have a crew." Added Adonis. He kissed Elena's forehead and repeated the question: "Would you like to go to Paris with us, beautiful girl?"

Elena's head was swimming. "Paris. With you two. In a private jet? Hmmm. Let me think. I don't know -- it sounds pretty awful." They all laughed.

"Seriously..." she continued, her hand running nervously through her hair, "The more I learn about you two, the more overwhelmed I become. It's almost too much. I'm only human." The two men seemed very alert, regarding her with similarly inscrutable expressions on their faces. 

She felt strangely unsteady on her feet under their gaze. She looked down at the luxurious array of art supplies in an effort to escape their eyes. Elena guiltily remembered that she never said thank you.

"And how rude of me!" She exclaimed. "Thank you for these..." her hand sweeping across the collection beside her. "They are perfect. No -- more than perfect. I am at a loss for words. You've been so generous..." Elena paused, her throat tight with emotion. "I wish I could reciprocate -- I wish that I had something to give you in return..."

Adonis folded her into his arms, pulling her hard against his chest. He stopped her from speaking by gently placing his index finger against her lips.

"Shhh, my darling girl. These are just things. They don't compare to what you've given to us. You've given us your beautiful sweet self without conditions, and without any fear. Having you here with us means more than we can possibly tell you. We've waited so long for you."

As he finished talking, he leaned down and pressed his lips fervently to Elena's. She emitted a tiny sob as she returned his kiss and pressed herself against him. She sensed rather than heard Petros moving up behind her a moment before feeling his warm, lithe body sandwich her between them.

Elena moaned as Petros took hold of her hair, pulling her head back so he could also kiss her lips. Adonis's mouth was on the front of her neck blazing a fiery trail down to the base of her throat. He tugged her tee shirt up and she obligingly raised her arms so he could pull it over her head. Petros was gathering up the fabric of her skirt so he could slip his hands under it and caress her already trembling thighs.

Adonis looked at Elena's breasts clad in the peach bra and growled in appreciation. His hands moved over the fine silk, causing her nipples to stiffen achingly. She sighed as he took her left nipple in his mouth right through the bra. Elena felt Petros press his growing erection into her from behind, crushing her against Adonis's hard bulge. She exulted in the fact that she could arouse both men so quickly.

"Let's go to the pool..." She breathed. The men grunted their approval. 

They stepped back so that Elena could precede them to the door, she looked back and called out a challenge as she playfully began to run along the path to the pool. She could hear them laugh as they took off after her. She'd barely gotten to the smooth stones of the pool area when she was caught around the waist and hauled off her feet by Adonis. Elena squealed delightedly.

Excited by the chase, he savagely kissed her as he whirled her around. "So, little Elena wants to play?" He said softly.

"Yesss..." She hissed as she returned his kisses.

Petros spoke, merely inches away. "Elena is wearing too many clothes, my brother."

"I agree completely." He murmured, setting her on her feet. Petros unhooked her silk bra from behind, and slid his fingers around her and up under the silk. Adonis pulled the bra off as Petros cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between his index and middle fingers.

He began kissing along her smooth shoulder as he squeezed, causing Elena to groan. Adonis unzipped her skirt and yanked it down, making Elena lift first one foot and then the other to step out of it. She gasped as he pressed his mouth to the tiny triangle of her silk panties, his tongue pressing into her through the fabric. Looking up at Elena, he reached up and ripped the panties off of her, tossing the torn garment aside as he pressed his mouth again to her sensitive flesh. She felt his tongue penetrate her and knew he could taste her aroused wetness. Petros grabbed a fist full of her hair in his right hand and turned her head to kiss her soft lips. His left hand continued to tease and fondle her aching breasts. Elena moaned into his mouth as his brother began to alternately flick his tongue across her clitoris and suck it gently.

"Oh... please -- yes..." was all Elena could manage to say.

Adonis reluctantly stood and growled out "Pahme" as he shed his clothes and dove into the pool. Petros released his hold on Elena as he likewise pulled his tee shirt over his head and unbuttoned his jeans, shoving them off.

He took Elena's hand and led her over to the edge of the pool. He paused for a moment, looking at her with a wicked gleam in his velvety brown eyes. She was wholly unprepared when he scooped her up and tossed her into the water. Elena barely had time to take a deep breath and hold it as she plunged beneath the surface. He'd thrown her into an end of the pool that was shallow enough to stand up in -- so she quickly found her footing and emerged, sputtering and splashing out at her two boys. Adonis waded over to her and asked if she was okay, but he was also laughing.

"You said you wanted to play." He said teasingly as he tucked a wet curl behind her ear. Elena growled at him, shaking her head -- trying to suppress her own laughter.

Petros jumped into the pool, landing near them. She pushed at him playfully and splashed water at his face.

"That was mean!" She exclaimed in mock anger. Petros caught her, imprisoning her arms in a bear hug.

"But you look so sexy when you're all wet, my baby." Petros said smoothly. Then in a lower, deeper voice he continued: "it makes us want to fuck you even more..."

Elena was still unable to move, her arms pressed to her sides in his vice-like hug. He crushed her lips with his own. He felt the tension and fight leave her body, and released her. She put her hands up on his shoulders and returned his kiss with passion. She leaned her head back to smile sweetly up at him. Petros lazily smiled back down at her.

"There, isn't this better?" He asked softly.

"Yes, much better." Elena responded, as she suddenly launched herself up and pushed down hard on his shoulder -- forcing Petros underwater.

Petros sprang back up, looking very surprised as he sputtered and pushed his wet hair out of his face.

"You look sexy when you're wet, too, baby." Elena said wickedly. Adonis shouted with laughter as Petros began to chase the now squealing Elena around in the shallow end. 

Petros caught Elena and pulled her against his body. "What are we going to do with this naughty girl?" He asked as he kissed her until she was breathless.

Adonis responded with a question "Hmmm, yes, what kind of punishment does our little Elena deserve?" He moved in and turned Elena toward him so he could likewise deliver a series of deepening kisses, one hand holding the back of her head as his tongue probed her soft mouth.

"Maybe we should fuck her until she begs for mercy..." Petros offered, as he pulled her back around and slipped his tongue inside her ear. Elena gasped as she felt two of his fingers slip inside her pussy, his thumb toying with her clit.

"I think you are right, my brother. I think she has that coming to her. So, little Elena, are you ready for your punishment?" Adonis leaned in and kissed the other ear, nibbling and kissing down the side of her neck.

"Take your best shot, boys." Elena taunted, thrilled to her core at what they were doing to her. Both men laughed, loving the challenge she was throwing them. 

"Okay, you asked for it." Petros said darkly as he reached down and grabbed her thighs, pulling her off her feet. She'd have gone underwater if she hadn't fallen back against Adonis's body. His arms shot out and caught her around the rib cage, pulling her upper body against him, as Petros stepped in between her legs and pushed the full length of his erect cock inside her. He began to fuck her with slow, deliberate strokes. Petros would pull almost entirely out of her, pause, and then drive back hard back into her. She loved the ferocious intensity as his eyes burned into hers. He put his hand over her pubis and began to flick her clit with his fingers as he pounded into her. This was going to send her over the edge.

The deep moan that escaped Elena's lips was muffled as Adonis leaned down and captured her mouth with his. His hold on her shifted, his forearms crossing one another as he crushed her tender breasts in his hands.

She began to orgasm, splashing wildly as her body undulated in the water. She screamed into Adonis's mouth. Both men had to tighten their hold on her as she bucked against Petros while wave after wave of climax shook her.

As she calmed, Petros pulled out of her, still hard, and Adonis drew her over to the steps set into the pool's end. On the step that was barely a foot deep, he coaxed her onto her hands and knees. Moving up behind her, he slid his erect penis swiftly into her still quivering folds. He was fucking her fast and hard, his hands on her hips controlling her movements.

Petros sat on the top step, just in front of Elena, gently stroking his hard cock with one hand. 

"Bring that to me..." She was panting from the way Adonis continued to pound into her from behind. Petros moved forward until she could simply lean down and take him in her mouth. She held on to the tops of his thighs as she pumped her mouth down on his shaft over and over again. Each time Adonis thrust into Elena, she pushed her mouth down on Petros. As she pulled her mouth off of him she teased the head with her tongue. The delicious force of Adonis's thrusts made her moan, causing a vibration effect as she went down on Petros. 

Before long, Petros began to moan loudly as he stroked her wet curls away from her face. She knew that meant he was close to cumming. She shifted her weight to one hand and used the other one to gently cup and squeeze his balls. Elena felt them begin to contract and Petros cried out as hot jets shot into her mouth and down her throat. Elena pumped his shaft to as if to milk every drop from him. Petros had raised his hips, his hands in her hair, as he watched her take all of his cum. As she finished him, she tenderly ran her tongue around the head of his over sensitive penis, kissing the tip as she looked into his eyes. His face was a portrait of pleasure.

"S'agapo, Elena" He murmured, smiling lovingly at her as he ran a palm down her cheek. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed her bee-stung lips. 

"What does that mean?!" She whispered, and turned back to look at Adonis, who simply smiled as he again thrust deeply into her.

Adonis reached under her and began to play with her clit as he fucked her. She inhaled sharply as his fingers toyed with the now overly sensitive nub. Without withdrawing from her, he pushed her legs together and held them in place with his knees. This changed the angle at which his hard cock was entering her, and caused a whole new series of sensations. Now, each time he bottomed out in her he was hitting her G-spot. She felt the almost painful tickling sensation building deep in her pussy as yet another major orgasm began to build. His fingers were thrumming against her as he mercilessly fucked her.

Petros was kissing her deeply, his tongue exploring her mouth, and his right hand tugged and pinched her pink nipples. As the pleasure began to crest in her, Elena dropped her head down on Petros's shoulder, moaning hoarsely.

"Oh my god! Please -- yessss!" was all she could say as the dam broke and she felt the white hot orgasm rip through her. Adonis cried out that he was also cumming, and she felt him fill her with his molten ejaculate. This caused another little wave of climax, and she cried out against Petros's skin. Without realizing it, she actually bit into his shoulder. She lost her grip on his thighs and her body fell forward onto his, drawing Adonis down on top of her.

They lay like that for a few moments, while Petros allowed Adonis and Elena to come down from their intense release. Elena's body was trapped between her two lovers, there in the shallows of the pool. Her satisfaction was complete.

Finally shifting, Elena began to laugh delightedly as a reaction to the extremity of the orgasm. Adonis moved carefully off of her and eased back into the pool to float on his back. Elena lifted herself off of Petros, kissing him sweetly once again, and she likewise slipped back into the cooling water.

Petros raised himself up on his elbows, watching the other two with a grin on his face. He then got to his feet and walked down the steps until he was waist deep. He submerged in the water and swam beneath the surface to the far side of the pool before resurfacing and doing a perfect Australian crawl back to them.

They all floated around in blissful, companionable silence for a little while. A little frown appeared on Elena's forehead and she said almost petulantly:

"So is someone gonna finally tell me what 's'ah gah po' means?!"

Both brothers laughed, swimming up on either side of her and standing next to her. 

"It means 'I love you', baby girl." Said Adonis, as he cupped her face and kissed both of her eyelids and gently kissed her lips.

Petros turned her to him and said: "Yes, S'agapo means 'I love you'." And he kissed her forehead, nose and lips.

"Oh!" She said softly, as she stood between them. She trailed her hands down each of their chests, unconsciously stopping over their hearts. Elena felt something strange happening in her chest. It felt like a bud was flowering and spreading warmth through her blood, her limbs, and her very skin.

"S'agapo...? Am I saying that right?" She spoke very softly. They both nodded, regarding her quite seriously. Without realizing it, they were all holding their breath.

Elena turned to Adonis, taking his face in her hands. "S'agapo. I love you." She said, and kissed him.

Turning to Petros, she likewise held his face in her hands as she said: "And I love you -- s'agapo." She leaned up and pressed her lips softly to him as well.

Petros pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her as he kissed her passionately. With reluctance, he released her so that his brother could take hold of her. Adonis turned her to him and leaned down to put his arms low around her waist and pick her up. She clung to him, now at eye level, as he hungrily claimed her mouth. As they kissed, he allowed her to slide down his length until her feet again met the pool floor. As he released her, she shyly looked at both men, taking their hands in hers.

"I wouldn't have believed this was possible." She said softly. "But I've never been so happy in my entire life." Her eyes were shining with tears.

"We have to be careful, beautiful one." Said Adonis, with a bit of sadness in his voice. "The world won't understand this. People can be cruel and they will judge us. We may have to hide this when we're among others."

Petros pulled Elena's hand up and kissed it. "Yes, Elena-mou. We will have to pretend when we are outside these walls, I'm afraid. Can you live with that?"

"I will do what I have to do to protect you." Elena said fiercely. Then a thought struck her: "Oh! What about tonight? Pam sort of already knows about us... What should we do?"

"She's your good friend - you trust her, yes?" Adonis asked.

"Yes." Elena said simply, but frowned a little. Pam would not do anything to hurt her. But she didn't know whether she'd said anything to the others. And they'd all seen them at the club.

"Here is what I propose," Said Petros. "We will all go tonight, but you and Adonis should appear to be together and I will stay separate. We don't have to say anything that is untrue, but your friends will see two lovers plus one brother. That is what everyone else in the restaurant will see, as well." 

Elena bit her lip, unhappy that deception would be necessary, but she saw the logic in what they said. She sighed.

"If that is okay with you..." She said to Petros. He laughed a little ruefully and hugged her to him.

"It will kill me to not be able to touch and kiss you... But it is only for a couple of hours and then we can bring you back here and fuck you senseless." He growled, smiling darkly.

Elena laughed delightedly. "It's a deal."

***



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 06



As Adonis pulled the Jeep into what passed for a parking space along the narrow, noisy lane, Elena felt a flutter of nerves in her tummy. She rechecked her eyeliner in the mirror behind the visor. Her makeup was still perfect - she really needed to calm down.

"Don't worry, you're still beautiful." joked Petros, watching her from the back seat, gentle humor lighting his dark eyes. Elena laughed at her own foolishness and groaned, shaking her head as she struggled to unbuckle her seat belt with trembling hands.

"Relax, Agape-mou." Adonis's voice was deep and soothing. "Here, let me help you." He was smiling indulgently as he deftly pressed the latch, making the belt retract, freeing her. He reached for her chin and pulled her closer so he could place a soft kiss on her cheek. "Stay there, I'll come around." 

Leaping out, he strode around the vehicle and assisted Elena to jump down from the passenger side. He leaned against her for a moment, kissing the top of her head. "Mmmmm. Your hair smells wonderful." He murmured. She smiled up at him, feeling her nervousness begin to evaporate. 

The night air was dry and fresh. The moon overhead cast a powerfully bright light. The long alleyways around them glowed softly in the near darkness, occasionally punctuated by vivid lights from the open doorways and windows. Some hundred yards away, at the end of the "odos" there was an outdoor café where a throng had gathered. The exotic sounds of Byzantine music floated up the road. The rather posh restaurant that Pam had chosen was directly across from them. The door was surrounded by a riotous tangle of vines and tasteful oil torches. 

She saw that Petros was already standing alone near the entrance to the restaurant. It made Elena's heart ache to see him deliberately separating himself from them, even though it was for a good cause. 

"Hey!" She called out to him softly. "You don't have to stand so far away from us..." 

He smiled a little sadly, raising one eyebrow. "Yes, I do - I don't want to forget myself, Elena-mou." He wagged a finger at her playfully. "So do me a favor and keep your distance."

Elena sighed. Looking up at Adonis, who was regarding her with great tenderness, she hooked an arm in his and said: "Okay handsome, you're my date. Let's go." 

"Wait - I just need to do one thing." Adonis said quietly. Elena looked up, curious. He swooped down and caught her mouth in a deeply arresting kiss. Elena shuddered against him, returning it with enthusiasm. A young couple on a Vespa rode past and the driver honked his squeaky horn in tribute to the little display. The noise made Elena jump, startled. She laughed as she stepped back a little, running a hand through her tumbling curls. 

"There, that is much better - now you look like you've been properly kissed." Adonis said as he wrapped one arm around her shoulders and led her across the road to the entrance. Petros had already disappeared inside, she noticed with a pang of guilt.

The pescatoria was noisy and brightly lit, like most of the tavernas on the island. At the sight of Adonis, the rather rotund owner came running forward grasping his shoulders and giving him a boisterous pair of air kisses on either side of his face.

"Yasas, Kyrie Adonis Dardania! Kali spera..." He began to chatter on excitedly in Greek, when Adonis spoke softly in reply. Elena didn't understand much of what he said, but she heard him say "Anglika, para kalo" which she knew meant he was asking him to speak in English.

The owner turned his attentions to Elena for a moment, regarding her with flowery exclamations of her beauty, kissing her cheeks dramatically. Elena was laughing, looking up into Adonis's sparkling eyes. She felt both embarrassed and flushed with pride to realize that he was quite well known and deeply respected, as if he were a local celebrity. 

Elena tried to ignore the fact that virtually everyone in the restaurant was staring at them. She was glad she'd chosen to wear one of the new designer wrap dresses and a pair of kitten heels that the boys had bought for her. The stylish simplicity of the garment flattered her curves elegantly and gave her a boost of confidence.

"I was just talking to your brother, Kyrie Petros - he is taking some Ouzo with me at the bar. Would you like to join us?" His arms flew wide, to show that his invitation was also meant for Elena.

"I'm sorry, Yanni, but we are meeting Elena's friends for dinner. In fact, I see them now - just there." Adonis inclined his head and Elena followed his gaze to see Pam, Costis, Nikki and Matt all waving her way from a large table in the corner.

"Ah, yes - the Americans - yes. I didn't know they knew you! Well, we will send some Ouzo to the table, yes?!" Yannis began to herd Elena and Adonis toward her friends. Elena looked back to search for Petros. Adonis placed a hand on her lower back and whispered reassuringly near her ear: "He is coming". She smiled up at him and turned her attention back to her friends.

Pam had an 'Oh my god!' look on her face as Elena approached. She held her arms out to take Elena into a big hug.

"Shit! You look amazing - honestly. Gorgeous! New dress?" Despite the almost caustic tone, she was clearly happy for her friend. She whispered in Elena's ear: "You know what - the club was so dark last night that I never got a good look at your boy there, but holy shit - he's fucking amazing."

Elena was laughing at Pam's colorful language, as usual. "Yeah, he's ridiculously good looking, isn't he? He also happens to be smart, accomplished, sexy, sensitive, affectionate... the list goes on. Please don't tell him what a loser I am."

"Oh please. You're a catch - and he knows it. Stop being so humble it's totally boring." Pam had already moved away from Elena to give Adonis the customary twin kisses. Elena found herself caught in a bear hug from Costis. 

"Little Elena - We're so happy that you are still alive. Do you forgive us for leaving you last night? I guess you do, right?" Costis was looking at Adonis with something akin to hero worship.

Introductions were being made all around. Elena looked up as Petros approached, his cool smile seemingly comfortably detached, playing the part of Adonis's brother and the fifth wheel. He didn't even look in Elena's direction as he was introduced to her friends. Pam shot a quizzical look at Elena, one eyebrow raised in an unspoken question. She shrugged in response, a tiny grin on her face. Pam frowned at her and was about to come over to speak, when the proprietor returned and chaos ensued.

There was quite a fuss as the Ouzo arrived with glasses and a pitcher of water. Yannis insisted on arranging their menu himself, and made a big show of what he was going to provide to his new and old friends. Adonis seated himself next to Elena and held her close to his side. She was grateful for his physical presence, because it seemed to be the only thing that anchored her to the earth. All through the evening, he was attentive to her needs - often going so far as feeding her from his own fork. Pam was unable to miss the fact that he continuously held on to her hand or her thigh, and she noted the sweet little kisses that he bestowed on her cheek or in her hair whenever Elena said something funny.

Petros sat at the far side of the table, and seemed to focus all of his attention on Matt and Nikki. Occasionally, when no one seemed to be looking, Elena stole glances at him. He studiously ignored her - but she knew by the set of his profile that he felt her eyes. It was causing a tight little knot in her abdomen. She tried to reason with herself - knowing full well that they had agreed to this public display of normalcy. But somehow now when it was unfolding and he was closed off to her, Elena felt acutely the loss of him.

At one point during the main course, Elena was looking at Petros under her lashes and thought she saw the signs of strain in him. He put his hand to his forehead, rubbing it absently, and stretched his neck as if it pained him. She looked up at Adonis to see if he noticed it as well. Elena felt a little shock when she realized that he also looked like he was momentarily in pain, his hand rubbing his own neck. She squeezed his other hand and leaned up to place a soft kiss on his jaw. He blinked as if he was waking, and looked down at Elena warmly. Leaning forward he placed his lips against hers in a chaste little kiss, pressing his thigh more tightly against hers. Inside Elena's head, she had a tiny fantasy that she was sending this reassuring kiss out to Petros at the other side of the table. 

As Adonis straightened, Petros came back into view. He was smiling down at his plate, as if lost in a daydream. For a fraction of a second, his eyes darted up and locked on hers - and she had the strangest feeling that her psychic kiss had hit its target. But in a flash he looked away, his attention captured by something that Matt was saying.

Between the third and last courses, Pam stood up abruptly and said: "I'm going to the Ladies Room. Elena, come with me!" She grabbed her friend's hand and fairly yanked her out of her seat. Elena looked back at Adonis, and he grinned at her, winking, as she was led away through the noisy crowded restaurant.

Pam pushed Elena through the Ladies Room door and looked around quickly to make sure no one else was inside.

"Okay, so tell me everything. So you are just with Adonis? What was with making me think that you were with both of them?"

Elena flushed scarlet, but luckily Pam interpreted that as guilt over teasing her. She consoled herself that she wasn't actually lying when she said: "Well, wasn't that what you wanted to hear? I mean – it would be wilder and sexier if I told you that I was with both of them, right?" Pam laughed as she went into one of the stalls and latched the door behind her. She continued to yell over the door.

"Bitch! I totally bought it. But it's not as if just being with Adonis is a consolation prize. He's fucking hot! He's totally nuts about you. He can't take his eyes off you." 

"Do you think so? I'd love to think that but it's kind of hard to believe..." Elena was regarding her own face in the mirror, assessing herself critically. 

"Puh-lease! I hate it when you talk like that." Pam was always impatient with her lack of confidence. "He looks like he rocks in bed – am I right?" She took Elena's laughter as confirmation. "I knew it – you can tell by looking at him – the way he moves. Guys who can dance are always amazing in the sack." She declared in a matter-of-fact way.

"I bet his brother is just as good." She said, almost in an afterthought. Elena's hand slipped off the top of the sink suddenly and accidentally turned on the water. She was grateful that Pam was still in the stall, or she'd have seen right through that little nervous spasm. The flushing of the toilet meant she'd be emerging again – directing her sharp eyes on her friend. Elena dried her hands and took a deep breath – schooling a calm expression on her face.

"So – when are you coming back to the hotel to get your stuff?" She regarded Elena in the mirror as she scrubbed her hands. Elena shrugged.

"Um – I didn't make a plan yet. Tomorrow?" She offered. She made a mental note to mention this to the boys.

"So Adonis is cool with you staying there until we leave for Mykonos? Pretty hot..." Pam commented, shaking her head. Elena realized that now was as good a time as ever to break the other news.

"Yes – well, actually, I don't think I'm coming to Mykonos after all..." Elena began.

Pam whirled around, her eyes alight with anticipation of where this was going. When Elena hesitated, she prodded: "I'm listening..."

"Uhh... actually he asked me to stay here for a while..." She looked down at her fingernails as she trailed off. Pam took hold of both her shoulders.

"Stay here? What are you saying?"

"He's offered me a studio to work in and asked me to stay."

"How long?" Pam had one eyebrow raised, but she wasn't yelling. This was a good sign. Elena shrugged, one hand waved, palm up.

"He didn't specify. For as long as I want."

"GET OUT!!" She pushed against Elena's shoulders so that she had to quickly steady herself.

"I'm serious – I described how I was living on your sofa and that I hated my job, and the next thing I knew, I was being offered a home and the most amazing studio that I've ever seen."

"You just met this guy yesterday, Elena. Don't you think that this is a little insane? How does his brother feel about all of this?" Pam was incredulous. Elena could see that she was trying hard to process what she was hearing.

"Petros was cool with it, too." Elena said lamely – hoping that her face wouldn't betray her.

"Holy shit!" Pam paced around the tiny bathroom space, thinking. She turned and looked back at Elena, seemingly about to say something, but then stopped herself and rubbed a hand along the back of her neck.

Elena decided to take advantage of her silence. "Listen, I know it's more than a little nuts – but it's also the most amazing opportunity I've ever had. And I am really, really happy. Plus – look at it this way, I still have my ticket back to Boston if I need it, right?"

Pam was still thinking. "That's true..." she said slowly. Her eyes were scanning Elena's face and she could see how rational she was – rational and as she said – genuinely happy.

"I think that if I turned this down, I'd regret it for the rest of my life." Elena knew as she said the words that this was the closer. Pam stood upright, nodding, and reached out impulsively to pull Elena into an awkward hug.

"What the hell am I going to do without you?!" She complained, laughing. Elena felt little tears prick her eyes and saw that her friend's eyes were also shining. Elena pointed out that the internet and phone lines worked just fine on the island, and reminded Pam that she and Costis came to Greece a couple of times a year to see his family.

They left the Ladies Room to return to the table, laughing a little emotionally. Pam had one arm draped across Elena's shoulders as they walked. 

Elena saw Adonis looking their way. He seemed to visibly relax when she came back into view. His astute jade eyes quickly took in the situation between the two girls, and his handsome mouth curved into a little sexy smile. Elena smiled back and mouthed the words 'ine kalo'. His smile broadened, white teeth flashing as he looked toward Petros, who was likewise watching Elena and Pam return to the table. 

Elena caught Petros's eyes with her own and winked affectionately. He slowly ran his index finger across his lower lip, as if wiping something from his mouth. Elena was startled to realize that it felt as if he had done it to her – there was a tiny throbbing heat in her lower lip. She almost stumbled for a moment, taking in a breath sharply. Pam still had her arm around her, and kept her from tripping. She laughed aloud.

"Hey, watch it, Grace - don't fall over your own feet." She teased. Elena laughed, looking up at Pam with a self-deprecating expression on her face – making a joke about her new shoes. But inside she was beginning to feel a tiny bit disquieted. This was not the first time she'd experienced something unusual – let's face it – something telepathic about the boys.

As she looked back up at Adonis, he and Petros were looking at each other, and tiny frown appeared between his dark brows for a brief moment. He cocked his head to one side and an almost exasperated look flashed across his face as he looked meaningfully at his brother. Then just as quickly it was gone, and he looked back at Elena, his eyes scanning her alertly. He stood as the girls reached the table, pulling her to him. He placed a quick, sweet kiss on her lips and said "Hi" in a deep growling voice.

"Hi!" Elena breathed back, as he pulled her back down beside him on the cushioned banquette.

"Everything okay?" He whispered against her ear. 

"Perfect" she demurred, leaning up to give him another little kiss. As she pulled away she squinted and looked sharply into his eyes with a look that said 'we'll talk about this later'. She knew that Adonis had received the message, feeling him expel a little sigh as he reached for a tall bottle of water, pouring a large glass for Elena, then politely offering it to Pam and Costis before refilling his own glass. 

Elena was sitting so close to him that when he drank the water, she saw the muscles in his throat moving. The tanned skin over his Adam's apple was so smooth and supple, she wanted to run her tongue over it. Damn, he was beautiful. She realized that whatever was going on with the brothers, she was a moth to the flame.

Subtly, so that no one else at the table saw, Elena slipped her left hand over Adonis's thigh and brushed across his penis through his jeans. Adonis, taken completely by surprise, almost choked on the water he was drinking.

Without removing her left hand, Elena reached over with her right to thump his chest solicitously.

"Oh baby, are you okay?" She asked sweetly, her eyes sparkled mischievously. Adonis looked down at her, his eyes darkening and nostrils flaring as she felt his cock leap in his pants. 

"Nee, agape-mou, Efkharisto poli..." he purred. He raised his right arm and wrapped it around Elena's shoulders, pulling her more tightly against his side.

"Oh good." She said through her teeth, giving his cock another little squeeze she shot a look down the table at Petros, who was resettling in his chair, crossing one leg over the other. He threw a sidelong glance down toward Elena before reaching for a small glass filled with Ouzo and downing it in one swallow.

"How interesting." She murmured. Adonis ran his right hand down her shoulder and upper arm. He turned to put his lips against her ear. The tip of his tongue darted briefly into her ear, creating moist heat, and he spoke in a voice so low she could barely hear it.

"If you keep doing what you're doing with your hand, I'm going to have to take you back to the Ladies Room and fuck you like the bad girl that you are. So here is what we're going to do. You're not taking coffee. You're tired, so we are going to go. Okay?"

Elena wriggled a little, rubbing her thighs together, trying to quell the riotous throbbing in her now totally soaked pussy. She removed her hand from his semi-hard cock, pulling her skirt down over her trembling legs. He kissed her temple before moving back far enough to look at her face. Elena was trying rather unsuccessfully to not smile, and gave him a barely perceptible nod. 

As if on cue, Costis asked: "Does anyone want coffee or some dessert or fruit?"

Elena smoothly answered: "You know what, I am so stuffed! And I swear if I don't get up and move around I'm going to fall asleep right here. I'm so exhausted – do you guys mind very much if we say good night?"

Pam was laughing. "You? Tired? Yeah, right." She leaned over and said in a loud stage whisper: "We know you guys want to go home and do it! It's okay!" Elena only now realized that Pam seemed to be more than a bit drunk. Impulsively, Elena leaned toward her and gave her a hug.

"I'll call you tomorrow before I come back to get my stuff. Can we go to lunch or something?" Pam agreed, reaching for another glass of wine as she started talking about Calamari and a little café she found earlier that day.

Adonis waved to Yannis, his hand making a squiggle gesture in the air to request the bill. Yannis ran up and in a loud, grand voice declared that they were his guests and it was his pleasure to have such distinguished friends in his humble restaurant, and there would be no charge. 

Elena's friends were surprised and impressed, gazing bemusedly at Adonis and Petros as they rose from the table – looking every bit like aristocrats. Elena had another strange moment of déjà vu. It seemed to be happening a lot around her boys.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 06



Adonis took Elena's hand and led her out of the bright, bustling, overly warm restaurant. Petros followed a few feet behind, bestowing a beguiling smile on the patrons who stared at the trio as they made their way to the door.

Finally, they burst outside like escaping prisoners. Elena laughed wickedly, gratefully taking in a deep breath of the cooling fresh air. They walked so fast toward the Jeep that Elena had to run a little to keep up. Elena approached the passenger side of the front seat, only to feel Petros's large, strong hands grasp her around the waist and lift her bodily into the back seat. He tossed her unceremoniously on the hard leather so that she almost slid off to the floor. He climbed in after her as she scrambled to right herself and pull her dress back down over her exposed thighs. Adonis had already put the Jeep in drive before Petros had even taken a seat. He was holding the roll bar, looking down at Elena with an almost predatory gleam in his eyes as he swung himself down beside her.

Petros reached for her and she looked nervously around them, only to realize that he was grabbing for the seat belt to strap her in.

"Oh!" She said, disappointment evident in her voice as she watched him snap the buckle into place. Petros ran his hand up the strap that crossed her torso, allowing the back of his hand to brush against her breasts.

"We'll be out of sight of the others in a minute, Agape-mou. Be patient a little longer." His eyes burned into hers. She felt another flood of moisture seeping into her panties, her chest was heaving. Looking forward, she saw Adonis looking at her in the rear-view mirror, his eyes every bit as fierce as his brother's.

"Hurry up, please!" She called out – laughing into the night sky as the Jeep bumped over the road, giving her that roller coaster feeling in her abdomen. Maybe it wasn't just the motion of the Jeep...

The curving, hilly road was a little eerie, bathed only in moonlight and the beams of their headlights. They'd been driving for about ten minutes when Elena, looking around, realized she had lost her bearings. Adonis turned the vehicle left and down a rocky dirt road. It was very dark now, and the terrain was very arid, with large rocks and boulders along the right side of the road. Then all at once, Elena saw a vast open space along the far left side of the road. It was just sky, sea and moonlight as far as the eye could see.

She only had a moment to gasp appreciatively at the view before Petros roughly took her in his arms. Still buckled up, she found herself turned to the right and crushed against his lean hard body. For a few seconds, Elena saw his face poised above hers, his eyes so dark it was impossible to distinguish his pupils from his irises. Then all was blotted out as he descended upon her and claimed her mouth in a fiery, passionate kiss. All the longing and frustration of the last few hours came pouring out of him in those searing kisses.

Elena submitted to him completely, yielding her mouth and her body to his almost violent demands. Her heart pounded in her chest as he bent her to his will. His left arm surrounded her, pressing his body up to his, as his right hand urgently parted the folds of her dress and tugged her panties down over her hips and down to her ankles. Elena kicked off her heels and planted one foot on the back of the seat in order to give Petros better access to her ready pussy. He slipped one, two and then three fingers inside her then removed them to bring his wet fingers into his mouth.

"Mmmm." Petros growled as he tasted her arousal. He again took her mouth as he plunged his fingers back into her wet folds. He was fucking her rhythmically with his hand as Elena writhed and moaned against his mouth in pleasure. Petros moved down, pulling her dress open at the top, and clamped his mouth over her fully engorged breast right through her bra, his teeth pulling almost painfully on the tender nipple.

Elena and Petros suddenly looked up, realizing the Jeep had come to a stop. They were parked on a beach access road, the sea glittering like black diamonds at the end of a strip of ghostly white sand. Adonis had left the driver's seat and was stepping into the back to Elena's left side.

"Move over. Unbuckle your seat belt. Untie your dress." The command in his voice reverberated in Elena's bones and it would not have occurred to her to not obey him. He slid into the seat to her other side and helped her to untie the knot of her dress, pulling it completely open and then impatiently pushing it off her shoulders and arms. He reached behind her and unhooked her bra, tossing it carelessly into the front seat. The cool evening air produced goose bumps on Elena's gleaming skin. Her bright pink, large nipples were rock hard, her hair tossed wildly about her face.

She sat between her two gorgeous men, completely naked, looking from one to the other, her chest rising and falling. For a few moments, the only sound was the pounding surf before them. They moved at the same time, each brother sliding one hand up the inside of one of Elena's taut thighs. She could barely breathe. They both gazed intently at her, eyes dark with passion. They pulled her legs further apart as if in an unspoken accord. Then, they each began to push two fingers inside of her, their thumbs moving against her clit, rubbing it and rolling it between them. Oh so slowly, they lowered their heads to her breasts. Adonis took her right nipple and Petros took her left into their mouths. Elena's head fell back against the seat in perfect ecstasy. The men alternated their thrusting motion inside her pussy, so as one was pulling out the other pushed in. She wound her hands into their hair, pressing their heads against her sensitive breasts. 

Elena stared up at the moon and stars, which seemed oddly close to the earth there on the deserted beach. Giving herself over to the luxurious sensation of her lovers' hands, she felt her energy pooling inside her womb. Heat radiated out of her and flooded her core, her limbs, her fingers and toes, even the tips of her hair. A fine sheen of perspiration broke out across her skin, despite the cool air around her. For a moment, Elena feared that if she climaxed she might fly apart and pieces of her would float upward toward the heavens that now impassively observed her during this, her most human moment.

But she knew she wouldn't fly away, if for no other reason than because she loved these men so fiercely that nothing on this earth or above it could tear her from them. Each time she exhaled, she found her abdomen clenching downward and her muscles were beginning to contract. The anticipation of her pending orgasm was the sweetest agony. Adonis began to trail kisses up to her collarbone and neck as Petros began to flutter his tongue against the very tip of her reddened nipples. Elena felt each flick of his tongue as though it was against her clit, which was still being worked by their synchronized hands. Adonis's right hand captured Elena by the hair and drew her lips to his so he could fuck her mouth with his tongue. She noted in some corner of her consciousness that his tongue was also rhythmically aligned with his hand. She felt as if she was made of something viscous – that her bones had liquefied under their touch.

A cry escaped Elena unbidden as she momentarily yanked her mouth away from Adonis. 'Here it comes' she thought excitedly. This one was going to be different somehow. She felt undone by what was happening inside her pussy, like she'd lost all control. The feeling that she might accidentally pee was upon her and she pushed through it as the violent ripples began to burst out of her center. She screamed "god, my god" over and over again without being aware of it, her voice throaty and hoarse.

The brother raised their heads to watch her as she climaxed. Her face glowed with almost unnatural beauty, her eyes heavy-lidded, her lips full and moist.

As her body was wracked with shattering orgasms, she suddenly pushed their hands away from her pussy a mere fraction of a second before a gush of ejaculate burst forth. The sounds that came from the back of her throat could have as easily been screams of pain – but they weren't. Elena felt like something that had been retraining her from the inside had broken – as if she'd lost another sort of virginity. She had the sensation that she was floating in a warm, still pool for a few seconds, until the aftershocks began to rock her frame.

The men were speaking to her in dark, sexy voices in words she didn't understand – but she had no idea if it was because they spoke Greek or if she'd be struck senseless. Adonis's mouth descended on hers again, and she kissed him as if she drew her very breath from his lungs. The most delicious sensation was assaulting her aching folds. Looking down, she saw that Petros had pushed his head between her thighs and was gently lapping at her pussy, capturing the remaining juices.

She made a soft cooing sound as she realized what he was doing. Her face flushed from embarrassment. She'd never had a wet orgasm like this before – she didn't realize she was even capable of it. Looking up at Adonis, who was gazing lovingly at her, she murmured that she never knew such a response was possible.

"That was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." His quiet declaration was punctuated by a soft, lingering kiss.

After a few moments, Elena began to recollect herself. "What about you two...?" she whispered, her hands reaching for them.

"Shhh." Adonis said as he brushed her hair back from her face. "Later. I think we need to get you home, Agape-mou."

"Mmmm. Home." Elena repeated, loving the sound of that.

The brothers gently tidied up with beach towels they had in the Jeep, and helped Elena to get dressed. Then gently buckling her back into her seat, with Petros sitting in the middle so she could drowse against him as they drove, Adonis took the winding road back up hill and toward the villa.

She awoke in Petros's arms, just as he was placing her down gently on her bed. Adonis was on the other side of the bed, pulling down the covers.

They helped her to undress again, lifting her like a child in order to slip her under the comforter and top sheet. 

"Stay with me..." Elena begged, her voice thick with sleepiness. "Both of you, please..."

Without argument, Adonis and Petros kicked off their shoes and stripped out of their clothes, each sliding under the covers on either side of Elena.

She turned into Petros, nuzzling his chest, and pulled Adonis to her from behind so that he could spoon her. This was right, Elena thought as she settled in to the deep sleep that was beckoning.

One last thing escaped her lips before she was lost to Morpheus. "S'agapo..." 

Adonis and Petros shared a contented sigh as they each bestowed a tender kiss on their rare and beautiful chosen one. Across Elena's sleeping form, they communicated with one another without words, just as they had for centuries. The ancient prophesy -- their long-awaited destiny - was at last being fulfilled.

To be continued...



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 07



I'm thrilled to get your generous feedback, please keep letting me know what you think. This chapter is longer than the rest, we're doing quite a bit of story advancement in this one. As Elena becomes more deeply enthralled with these two mysterious brothers, I find that I do, too. Thanks for reading! 

**

Elena hovered just below wakefulness. She delayed stirring for as long as possible, because she didn't want to disturb this incandescent feeling. She was emerging from a deep, rejuvenating slumber in a complete state of... hmmm... happiness. How to describe it? She wondered for a few, fuzzy moments. 

Oh yes, she thought: I'm home. 

Finally. 

Only home was not a place, exactly. It was this perfect sense of belonging, connectedness, communion and love. And for some strange reason, it felt familiar - though she could not really remember when or if she'd ever felt it before. It was as if a well-accustomed hole in her spirit had at last been filled, like something broken had been healed.

Elena expelled a slow, deeply satisfied breath. Keeping her eyes closed, she became aware gradually that she was indeed awake and began to allow her other senses to register the surroundings. Her body was the perfect temperature, not too cool and not too warm, resting upon and under the softest of fine cotton linens. She wore no clothes. The still-sleeping forms of her two lovers pressed against her in front and behind, their skin feeling like sueded silk against her own. The somewhat shallow, rapid breath sounds of the sleeping men seesawed around her. Elena noted idly that when one inhaled the other exhaled, and vice versa. For a moment she playfully attempted to synchronize her breathing with theirs. She could feel rather than hear their hearts beating.

Positioned toward her left side, facing away from the windows, Elena's left arm was cradled between her torso and that of Petros, her elbow bent, the back of her wrist and hand nestled in the fine hair of his chest. Her right arm draped along Adonis's muscular forearm, which was wrapped protectively around her waist. The back of her right thigh and calf fit snugly along the length of Adonis's right leg -- his knee bent into the back of hers. Her left calf rested across Petros's right leg. His right hand was thrown up toward the headboard across the pillow, the masculine pit of his arm some inches above the top of her head. Adonis's face was turned toward Elena, such that when he breathed in and out it ruffled her hair. Together they formed a natural, effortless harmony that seemed to maximize the amount of skin on skin.

She inhaled the aroma of her handsome boys. Adonis's spicy sandalwood was the base note below the still discernible lime and basil freshness of Petros - but there was another fragrance Elena also perceived: verbena, bergamot and pepper. It rose from own hair and skin. The cocktail was intoxicating. Far below the villa, the surf crashed against the rocks. A seabird cried out in a decrescendo as it soared past. The air was briny from the sea outside, and her mouth still tasted vaguely of last night's Ouzo.

She slowly blinked her eyes open. The room was suffused with the misty gray-pink light that precedes dawn. The gossamer floor-to-ceiling drapes billowed in the freshening sea breeze, performing alongside each other like a silent corps de ballet. The bed's canopy of snowy white muslin arched gracefully atop the masterfully carved posts and frame. Perfection.

Though she tried to stifle it, a yawn forced its way out, stretching her jaw and tensing her neck, chest and shoulders. At this, the pattern of her boys' breathing changed. They stirred, moving their bodies against hers. Adonis buried his face in Elena's wild hair and the back of her neck, his sleepy moan vibrating against her nape. His left arm contracted around her middle to pull her back more tightly against his front. Petros reached both hands up above his head and pushed into a mighty stretch. He reached down and grasped her left wrist, bringing her hand to his lips and pressing a lingering kiss in her palm.

She could feel Adonis's morning erection pressing into her firm round ass. Glancing down at the sheet that covered the three of them, she noted a telltale bulge in the region of Petros's groin. Ah, men! She thought. From the moment they awakened in the morning they were ready to charge. A salacious grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. She pushed her hips back to grind into Adonis's lengthening cock. She was immediately rewarded, feeling him harden further as he pressed his lips to the back of her neck. His hand slid up her tummy to cup one full breast and gently squeeze. Elena sighed in anticipation, her nipples hardening, and licked her lips. She shifted her thighs, rubbing them lightly together as she felt herself moisten in readiness.

Adonis began to move against her, his erection unerringly spearing the space between her thighs from behind. He sank his teeth lightly into the curve of her shoulder as she gasped, then giggled. Looking up at Petros, she saw him regarding her with heavy-lidded eyes. A lazy smile spread across his strong mouth as he moved her hand down under the sheet to his own wood - which was decidedly stiffer than it had been just moments before. Petros leaned toward Elena and kissed her with an alert insistence that surprised and delighted her. His tongue plunged inside, teasing the roof of her mouth. She made a little purring sound as Adonis took hold of her right thigh, lifting it so that he could have better access to her pussy from this side angle. Pushing his legs between hers, he reached down and teased her with his fingers, growling deep in his throat as he realized how wet she was.

Meanwhile, Elena had thrown the sheet down and took Petros's stiff rod into both of her hands, gently pulling up and down as he grew to his fully aroused state. Looking him steadily in the eyes, she raised one hand to her mouth and spit into her palm, in order to lubricate her hands. He let out a breathy gasp as he watched her. She put her slippery hands back on his hardness and began to stroke him with more vigor. His eyes closed and he expelled an exited breath. Elena's motion on Petros's turgid member only faltered for a moment or two as, groaning loudly, she felt Adonis begin to push his prodigious cock into her. This angle meant that Elena felt astoundingly tight, even though she was nearly dripping with excitement. Adonis hissed loudly with pleasure as he pressed once, twice, three times before he could fully penetrate her. Shifting his body to get more leverage, he cupped her left shoulder with one hand and held her inner thigh with the other as he began to thrust upward.

Elena's eyes shot open again as she felt strong fingers toying with her clit, looking down to see that Petros was pleasuring her with his left hand while his brother fucked her from behind. Elena cooed softly at first, and then louder, as the stimulation began to do its magic.

She redoubled her efforts to work on Petros, tenting her fingertips around his shaft as she pumped with her hands. Petros continued to kiss her, his teeth sinking into her lower lip, his tongue doing battle with hers. Elena occasionally pulled one hand back up to run her tongue along her palm and increase the moisture as she continued her double hand job. 

Adonis began to fuck her harder, then suddenly pulled out, shifting and pushing her down onto her back, pushing her legs up essentially over her head as he plunged back into her. Her hands and mouth were ripped away from Petros, who leaned back, laughing darkly, cupping his hands behind his head as he watched his brother pound into her. Since her legs were trapped into position by his body, Adonis grabbed her wrists with both hands and pressed them down on either side of her head. His eyes burned into her - so dark they almost looked black. He turned his head to the side and began to kiss and nibble at her leg, his tongue running into the soft cleft in the back of her knee. Elena was moaning loudly. His obvious display of passion was turning her on. As she looked over at Petros, she saw that he was now slowly, deliberately stroking his own erection as he watched her.

Elena felt her pussy begin to pulse, the friction and the deep penetration was going to make her cum. She heard the noises that Adonis was making, faster and more urgent sounds coming from the back of his throat. She knew he would soon climax inside her, which only served to excite her more. He gazed at her, wanting badly to kiss her, so he pulled back slightly, pushing her legs down so he could access her mouth. They kissed wildly, giving into the promise of the explosion that was building. He now ground into her, his balls tightening as he prepared to unload. Adonis began to shout, his back arching as he shot stream after stream into Elena. This brought her over the edge, as she joined him in a long, high moan that sounded like a muffled scream.

He barely rested for a moment before pulling out and flinging himself to her side on the bed. Elena, bereft for a second, was still being shaken by the aftershocks but had no time to catch her breath, because just as suddenly, Petros had taken hold of her and thrust himself into her still trembling pussy.

Her scream was muted as he covered her mouth with his. This sudden, unexpected action had the dramatic effect of "restarting" her orgasm. Elena thought for a moment that she might faint from the pleasure. Digging her nails into Petros's back, she clung to him as he moved her hips upward so he could bottom out into her. Rising up on his knees, Petros pulled her legs up, lifting her ass off the bed. Elena's arms and shoulders were on the mattress, but her lower body was being completely controlled by Petros as he slammed into her with a wildly variable rhythm, over and over again. Elena couldn't even speak, but her groans were communicating her wanton response.

Petros soon began to make a humming sound that grew in volume and intensity. Looking down at Elena, who watched him mutely with a tiny frown of passion on her lovely flushed face, he licked his thumb and started to toy with her clit. Her reaction was almost immediate as she began to experience a series of fluttering climaxes in rapid succession. The clenching and unclenching of her pussy was the last straw, and Petros made a last aggressive thrust as he came deeply inside her. He rocked inside her for a long while as more than half a dozen spasms shot forth.

Easing her back down on the mattress gently, he rested inside her for a few moments, brushing stray tendrils of hair from her face as he kissed her softly. Pulling slowly out of her, he dropped down on the bed next to her, wrapping his body around her. In this position, Elena's knees were still drawn up, and her calves were resting on his legs. Adonis moved closer on her other side, and they both held her between them, occasionally kissing her, as she came down from this intense experience.

Their breathing began to normalize, and her fevered skin cooled. As goose flesh appeared on her arms and legs, Adonis reached down and pulled the sheet back over them. Elena drifted on the endorphin rush - feeling actually high. She grasped their hands, drawing their arms around her. She wasn't sure how much time had gone by, but she eventually realized that her heart rate had gone back to normal. The crashing sea was no longer drowned out by the sounds of blood pulsing in her ears. Her eyes closed, she smiled and let out a throaty little laugh. 

As she opened her eyes, both men were leaning up on one elbow, facing her. They were smiling at her. Adonis's right eyebrow was raised characteristically in an unspoken question. 'And just what is so funny, my darling?' Elena knew this was his thought, even though he didn't speak. She would remember and reflect on that later. For now, she was still amused and simply shook her head as she said in a naughty voice:

"Well... Kali mera."

Both men laughed gently. Elena made as if to move and they stopped her, moaning in protest.

"Mmmm. Not yet, beautiful girl, just stay here like this with us for a little longer..." Petros murmured. Adonis nodded and tightened his hug, settling back down on the bed beside her.

"It's not time to get up yet, Agape-mou." He added, his voice sounding a little sleepy.

Elena relaxed in their embrace, sighing happily. "Ine kalo." She murmured, letting her eyelids flutter down for a minute.

** When Elena opened her eyes, she was alone in bed, curled on her side. Wooden shutters were partially closed at the windows to keep out the full force of the morning sun. She sat up, pushing her hand through her tangle of hair. A glass of fruit juice perspired on a silver tray on the nightstand. She crawled across the bed and drank down almost half at once. It tasted wonderful to her dry mouth, and she felt a tiny bit restored by the rush of sugar in her system. She sat back against the tossed pillows, tucking the sheet up over her bare breasts, as she finished it off. 

Elena blushed furiously as a little trickle of semen started to seep out of her. Their morning session had been quite prolific, she mused with a sexy little smirk on her face. Clenching her muscles tightly, keeping her thighs together, she pushed herself off the bed and skittered across the room to the luxurious bathroom. As she relieved herself, something niggled at the back of her drowsy brain - something forgotten that she should be remembering - but then it was gone again. Surveying herself in the mirror as she washed her hands and brushed her teeth, she realized that she'd never removed her make-up before bed. She tisked impatiently at herself. That was really bad for your skin. Was that the thing she'd forgotten? Maybe... mmmm... no, probably not. Whatever.

She hopped into the shower and briskly shampooed, soaped and shaved. Wincing as she cleaned herself, Elena had to admit that they had really overindulged sexually. She was full on sore, and the soapsuds stung her sensitive tissue a little. Her pussy felt very swollen and tender, and so did her full breasts. 

Elena sighed, realizing that she should probably try to abstain for a while so that she could heal properly. Maybe a day or two. A day. A few hours. She sighed, grinning, as she admitted to herself that she probably wouldn't be able to deny either man if he appeared right then at the shower door. She laughed out loud, and began to sing one of her favorite love songs as she rinsed off. Frowning just a little as it pulled at her scalp, Elena carefully combed conditioner through the tangles in her hair with her fingers. Knotted curls were another unanticipated outcome from their overactive lovemaking.

After drying off, she surveyed the contents of the antique wardrobe. She slipped on a long sapphire blue silk button down tunic, Capri leggings and the shiny black ballet flats. Elena spied a drawer set inside the cabinet that she hadn't noticed previously. It was the smallest, topmost drawer with a fancy skeleton key festooned with a gold tassel. She hadn't seen it before because the tunic she was now wearing had been draped across it, obscuring it from casual view. Turning the key and gently sliding open the drawer, she gasped as she looked down at a series of velvet-lined compartments containing an array of jewelry and expensive looking leather cases.

"Oh... my... god!" She softly uttered. With unsure fingertips, she touched the surface of an Opera-length strand of glowing pearls; matching teardrop pearl earrings; a pair of diamond studs so large they had to be paste; a stack of silver bangles of different sizes, some studded with colorful stones; silver and turquoise chandelier earrings; a matching Amber necklace, earrings and cocktail ring set; and a lovely ornate silver-toned signet ring. It was this last piece that Elena picked up. It was heavy - maybe something other than silver. She looked inside the band and saw something engraved in Cyrillic. Slowly - with reverence - she slipped it on to her right pinkie finger. It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for her. Cocking her head to one side as she admired it, she smiled down at the way it gleamed on her tanned skin. Once again, she got a powerful déjà vu feeling. This one was particularly strong. So much so that she "remembered" that at this point, Adonis and Petros were about to walk into her bedroom, dressed for work, to tell her that they had to go to Athens for the day.

So when she heard the sound of their fine leather shoes on the marble tiles and turned her head to watch them walk toward her, she was not surprised in the slightest. 

Her mouth curved into an affectionate smile at the loving, solicitous looks on their faces. Freshly showered and shaven, they looked and smelled wonderful. Their expertly tailored summer-weight suits hung elegantly on their muscular frames. Neither man bothered with a necktie, but rather, wore fine linen button down shirts with one button undone at the neck. Adonis's hair was still slightly damp, and slicked away from his face, tucked behind his ears with a tastefully light touch of gel. He was dressed in charcoal pinstripe suit with a crisp white shirt. He looked downright dangerous. Petros wore an unexpectedly conservative navy suit over a pale blue and cream checked shirt. He would have looked very Euro-corporate, except that his silky long hair was bound into a neat ponytail that doubled over itself, giving him a rock star edge. They both looked like male models. Elena felt herself grow moist again just looking at them.

"Hi!" Saying her part, she glowed at them; waiting for the words she knew would follow.

"Hey beautiful girl. That color is great on you - your eyes look amazing. How do you feel?" Adonis leaned down to place a soft lingering kiss against her jaw line.

"I feel wonderful - fabulous, really." She said to both of them, capturing his hand in hers to bring it to her lips. Adonis glanced down, seeing the signet ring on her finger, and drew her hand up to look at it, looking meaningfully over at Petros. 'It fits.'

"Yes, it fits perfectly. I love it." Elena replied, looking at the ring on her hand. She noted that they both swung their heads to stare at her -- their eyes flamed with a strange light.

Ignoring this, still bemused by the feeling of déjà vu, she continued: "So this is the part when you tell me you both have to go to Athens for the day on business, right?"

Petros stepped closer, his hand brushing across her forehead as if to feel if she had a fever. "Elena-mou, are you okay, baby?"

"Of course. Why?" She leaned up on her toes toward him and kissed his lips lightly. He smiled down at her for a moment, and then looked to Adonis. 'This is happening faster than we expected.'

"What is?" She asked, looking from one stunned brother's face to the other.

Adonis laughed, biting his lip. "You know what, we'll talk about it when we get back tonight, okay?" He winked over at Petros, who was looking down at Elena with something akin to pride.

"Oh! We almost forgot..." He added, "Because you arrived here on Friday night, you never met Dimitri and Maria. They look after us - but took this weekend off to visit their kids in Thessaloniki. Maria takes care of the house and the cooking, and Dimitri drives us and is, well, like a..." Adonis trailed off, looking to his brother for help finding the right term.

"Like a personal assistant." Offered Petros. "He will take you to the hotel in Thira if you want to check out and get your bags. He'll look after you when we're not here."

"Look after me?" Elena was looking blankly at them. "What - you mean like a body guard?" She laughed out loud. "That won't be necessary - I'm a big girl and can take care of myself."

Petros frowned a little, and looked as if he were about to argue when Adonis smoothly cut in. 




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"No - not like that really. It's just that, well, you don't speak Greek and Dimitri is fluent in English, so he can help you to get around and talk to the locals. That kind of thing. And he will drive you wherever you need to go. He knows this island like the back of his hand. Pahme, let's go introduce you to both of them. We have to get to the airport, so we should really get moving."

He slid his hand around her waist and began to steer Elena toward the door. She hesitated, saying - "Oh - I haven't had a chance to make the bed..." Adonis and Petros both snorted and Adonis replied:

"Try doing any housework around here, and Maria will tie you to an olive tree in the garden. Trust me - don't test her on this. She will view it as an insult."

Petros, his voice tinged with laughter, added: "You'll see, she lives for taking care of us. She'll take one look at you and will probably try to stuff you full of her homemade baklava until you burst." Adonis's deep laughter rang out in the hallway as they headed for the stairs.

As they walked down the stairs, Adonis leaned close to Elena's ear and said in a husky voice: "I didn't get to say it, but you were fucking amazing this morning, my darling. We've never met anyone like you. Not ever. And that is really saying something."

Elena blushed, stumbling a little on the stairs. "I keep thinking that at some point I'll wake up and this will all be a dream."

Petros was walking slightly ahead of them, a few stairs down from them, so he heard this and turned his head, smiling up obliquely at Elena. As they approached the ground floor, he turned and pulled her into his arms, carrying her down the remaining distance. She fell against him and he sank his teeth into her earlobe, biting down hard enough for her to wince a little, laughing as she looked up at him.

"Is that real enough for you, baby girl?" He asked darkly. Elena laughed, rubbing her ear.

"Point taken." She said as she feigned a pretty pout. He grasped her hand and pulled her along with him, whispering "I didn't really hurt you did I?" Elena laughed again and swatted him on the ass.

"You'd pay for it if you hurt me, believe me!" Adonis was watching them pretend to chase each other around for a moment, but then warned them to cut it out because Maria would hear.

That seemed to straighten Petros up immediately. Elena began to think she was going to like this Maria.

Heavenly smells were drifting their way - the scent of baking dough and warm honey; strong coffee; and an aroma that was both savory and sweet at the same time: tomato sauce laced with cinnamon, the base of Moussaka, a traditional Greek lasagna-like casserole that included béchamel sauce, eggplant and ground meat. Elena suddenly realized that she was ravenous. Her stomach growled loudly and she clamped her hands across her middle saying: "Oh my god! Food heaven!"

Petros and Adonis were laughing as they ushered her into the bustling kitchen. A very small, round woman was busy at the massive industrial gas range. She could not have been more than 4'11", and was dressed in a black dress with an old-fashioned bib apron fastened at the neck and waist. Her hair was salt and pepper gray done in a French twist at the back of her head. She was humming and murmuring to herself as she fussed with the array of pots on her stove.

Elena craned her neck to see what was in them - the smells were driving her empty stomach wild. She didn't usually eat much in the morning, but this day she felt like she could eat her body weight in whatever was in those pans.

"Hela Maria, allow us to introduce our friend, Elena." Petros said, as he dashed around the kitchen island and swung Maria around in his arms in a waltz until she faced Adonis and Elena. Based on her absence of surprise, Elena knew that the boys must have mentioned her presence before this. She idly wondered what they'd told her...

"Yassas, Elena! It is so very nice to meet you, pedthi-mou! Oh! How beautiful you are - I am so happy to have another woman around the house, yes?! Come, come, do you want 'ena kafe'? Are you hungry little one?" 

Elena laughed at the moniker "little one", since she stood almost a foot taller than Maria, but she liked this animated motherly woman at first sight.

She had a very pleasing round face with dark, almost black eyes underneath bushy and dark but well shaped eyebrows. Her almost chubby cheeks were rosy from the heat of the oven. Elena couldn't pinpoint her age - she could have been 40 or 60 for all she could tell. She must have been a real looker when she was younger. Now she had the aspect of a cute, doting mother figure. Clearly, given the way the brothers looked at her, that is precisely how they saw her.

"Hello - it is so wonderful to meet you, too." Elena reached across the island to shake Maria's proffered hand. "I am starving! Whatever it is that you are making is driving me wild!" Elena replied. 

Adonis and Petros snorted with laughter, shaking their heads as Maria gushed and sprang into action. Ignoring the boys, Maria ushered Elena to a chair beside the small marble bistro table in the kitchen, plying her with strong Greek coffee, hastily setting her place and putting a basket of fresh-baked bread before her with a jar of honey and a bowl of yogurt. 

"Ah - okay, I can see that we are totally unnecessary here now, so we are going to go. Dimitri! Are you around?" Adonis called out toward the courtyard.

Barely a moment later, a man appeared in the doorway. He wore a simple black suit, immaculate white shirt and tie, despite the heat. He was probably in his late 40s or early 50s, and had the lean, grizzled appearance of a man with extensive military training. He buzzed his hair off where his hairline had not already receded. He was deeply tanned and had a rather dark five o'clock shadow, even though it was still morning. Like Maria, his eyebrows were very thick and dark, but his eyes were steely gray and he had what war novels referred to as a 'thousand mile stare'. A small, faded scar ran down the left side of his face, just below his eye. If it weren't for his gentle smile as he regarded Elena for the first time, he might have looked quite fierce.

"Welcome, Kyria Soma" He said quietly. "It is very nice to meet you." Elena was momentarily disquieted by his use of her surname. It seemed oddly formal and she wondered briefly how he knew what it was. 

He walked toward her and reached out his right hand for her to shake. She stood and allowed him to take her hand in his. There was something oddly reassuring in his strong grip. His gray eyes looked directly into hers, searching for something. She regarded him back without any shyness or fear. Somehow, the fact that this man safeguarded her lovers endeared him to her instantaneously. She smiled unselfconsciously back at him and thought to herself: 'Don't worry about me, I'd die for them too.' His eyebrows lifted slightly and his pupils dilated a bit as she looked into his eyes. He let out a breath that seemed like half of a laugh, and then a truly genuine smile lit his whole countenance. Elena saw that under the severity, he was handsome. Those eyes have seen a lot, she thought. Dimitri nodded and then abruptly released her hand. He pulled himself upright and leaned forward in what was almost a formal bow.

"It's so nice to meet you, Dimitri." Elena said softly.

"It's my honor, Miss Elena." He replied gravely. She realized that she would happily allow this quiet, strong man to 'look after her' without any argument, as the boys intended.

Elena glanced over at Maria and saw a look of absolute love as she gazed upon her husband. They seemed so incredibly different that she smiled to herself to imagine them alone together. A true yin and yang, it would seem.

She became dimly aware that Adonis and Petros were watching this little scene with intense concentration. Elena looked up at both of them with an expression on her face that said: 'what?'

"Well..." Petros said briskly, "We should get to the airport. It's getting late. Dimitri, are you ready to go?"

The older man turned and nodded, leaning forward again in that strange, bow-like gesture. "Whenever you are ready, Kyrie Seirenes." Elena looked to Petros, realizing that she had never heard his surname before. Foolishly, she'd assumed it was also Dardania, like Adonis, but clearly that made no sense, since she knew the brothers had different fathers.

They were leaving for Athens, and Elena had no idea if she was allowed to kiss them goodbye or not. In fact, she didn't know what the rules were around Maria and Dimitri. Looking at Adonis and Petros, she wondered what they should do.

Adonis and Petros solved the puzzle for her by walking straight up to her and pulling her, one by one, into their arms and giving her a lingering kiss farewell.

Elena glanced over at Maria and Dimitri, but neither seemed to notice or react in any way. Maria had gone back to her cooking and Dimitri stood just outside the doorway, checking his watch. So... no hiding at home, she thought. This is good.

Elena impulsively said: "I'll walk you out" and followed them to the doorway. Petros and Adonis turned back to her, smiling broadly. Petros reach out a hand and Elena took it.

They walked through the garden but didn't stop by the blue gate to the road. Instead, the three men led her through a door set into the far wall, which opened into a very spacious, immaculate garage. Inside there was a large black Mercedes S65 sedan with dark windows, a red Alfa Romeo Spider ragtop convertible, a vintage Shelby Mustang painted in the classic blue with wide white racing stripes, and several types of motorcycles and Vespas. Elena gasped at this unexpected treasure trove. Something of a car freak, she was particularly excited by the Shelby and couldn't help exclaiming:

"Oh god! Is that the '67 Shelby?! It's perfect!" She ran her hand gently along the fender. "Why would you bump around in that raggedy Jeep when you could drive this? And that-" She said, stabbing her finger toward the Alfa, "...is the Spider 1750, isn't it? Is it the 1969 or the '70?"

She turned to see all three men staring at her with huge surprised smiles on their faces. Petros threw his arms around her, laughing, and replied: "It's the '69, my darling. So little Elena is a motor head! How incredibly adorable you are..."

Dimitri walked toward the Mercedes, shaking his head in amusement as he opened the rear door, commenting: "You certainly came to the right house, Miss Elena."

As they walked toward the sedan, Adonis pressed a little kiss to Elena's brow. "No stealing the keys and taking them for a joyride while we're gone, though, okay? But I promise we'll let you take them out for a test drive soon."

"Cool!" She purred, smiling like a child in anticipation.

Dimitri slid in behind the wheel and hit a button on the roof of the car above his seat, and the large metal garage door began to lever upward. Elena turned back to Adonis and Petros, giving them each a tight hug and kiss, admonishing them to be careful and have a safe flight.

Adonis paused before slipping into the roomy back seat of the Mercedes, looking almost paternalistically at Elena. "Remember, Agape-mou, wait for Dimitri to come get you before going to get your things at the hotel. Please allow him to do his job and drive you around today, okay?" He tucked one of her stray curls behind her ear. 

Elena frowned a little at this warning, wondering why the boys were so paranoid, but then she smiled openly at him and nodded her assent. No point in arguing about it - she was fine with being driven around, as long as this didn't turn into some control thing. "Of course, no problem." Adonis leaned down and kissed her lips, his hand cupping the back of her head.

"Ine kalo. See you before dinner." The door of the Mercedes shut, and Elena stepped back as Dimitri eased the elegant car backwards out of the garage. She waved at the dark windows, fully aware that the brothers were watching her even though she couldn't see them. Then she turned and walked back through the door to the garden and returned to the kitchen. She wouldn't have thought it possible, but the room smelled even more wonderful than before.

Maria was at the oven, removing a large rectangular dish. A perfect flaky golden layer of phyllo dough graced the top. "Is that spinach pie?" Elena's eyes were round as saucers. She'd sampled the local dish earlier on the trip and instantly became a fan.

"Nee, it is called 'spanakopita;" Maria announced with more than a little bit of pride. "After it cools, I will let you try it. You will like it, I think." She blushed a charming shade of pink.

Until then, Elena had to content herself with the fresh baked rolls, honey and creamy local yogurt that Maria had put out for her. She felt like a little girl on Christmas morning. She marveled for a moment at her appetite. She usually didn't want to touch food before noon. But then, she reasoned, she's been rather more active than usual. The corners of her mouth tugged into a naughty smirk as she thought about the incredible morning session she'd had with her boys. This new life of hers was certainly spectacular. 

Unbidden, a niggling, unpleasant thought surfaced from the back of her mind that pessimistically teased: 'Sure, but when is the other shoe going to drop? When is this silvery paradise going to be tarnished by reality?' Elena impatiently brushed the ugly thought away as she drizzled fresh honey into her yogurt. For the moment, she was the happiest she'd ever been. That was enough.

Looking at the clock on the kitchen wall, she realized that in about an hour she could safely call or text Pam to arrange a meeting time for lunch. Her friend was not an early riser, and was likely to be hung over from the night before, given how buzzed she seemed to be when Elena left with the boys. She resolved to go get her mobile phone from her purse after breakfast. It then occurred to her that she had not charged her phone since she'd arrived at the villa. The battery was very likely to be drained, but her charger was at the hotel in her laptop bag. Perhaps Adonis and Petros had a cell phone charger she could use that would fit.

"Maria..." she began, turning to look at the charming, motherly woman. Maria looked up from the kitchen island where she was chopping, her eyebrows raised inquiringly. "Do you know if the boys have a phone charger someplace that I could borrow?"

"Oh yes, they have all kinds of gadgets in the office. You can go help yourself, my lovely. It is through the living room down the hall to the left. The door should be unlocked."

Elena finished her yogurt and the last of her coffee, and began to pick up her cup and breakfast dishes. Maria made a tutt-tutting sound and put her hands on her hips, indicating that this behavior was not to be tolerated. 

"Oh - please. That is my job, Miss Elena. You go now and leave those things to me. You should enjoy this morning and sit in the sun or work in your little art house."

Elena laughed and held up her hands in apology. Impulsively, she walked up to the sweet little woman and gave her a daughterly kiss on the cheek. "Efkaristo poly, Maria." She said, much to the housekeeper's delight. 

As she left the kitchen, making her way into the living room to find the office, she heard Maria say half to her, half to no one: "You will make a wonderful Greek wife - yes, I think so..."

Elena snorted as she shook her head in amusement. As she walked down the hallway to the left of the living room, she marveled that she'd never even been in this wing of the villa before now. There was a paneled door at the end with a large polished chrome handle. Opening it tentatively and peeking in, Elena realized that this was indeed their office. The room was massive, with very high ceilings and a wall of French doors that opened out on the sculpture garden. In the center of the room was an elegant conversation area - two matching Biedermeier sofas facing each other separated by a fine burled wood coffee table.

At either end of the massive room stood their desks. One was African mahogany and the other was Tiger Maple - both very elegant and tidy. Large, sleek up-to-the-moment computer monitors and electronics equipment blended strangely well with the antique desk lamps and decorative silver inkwells. But what really captured Elena's attention were the columns of floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that lined three walls of the room. They were laden with leather bound tomes of every shape and size. Tall, wheeled library ladders leaned against several of the shelves in order to give access to the topmost stacks. The room had the smell of old leather and the brothers' scents. She was entranced.

Walking around the room, peering at some of the titles, Elena was amazed to see that they had collections in numerous languages. Entire cases were filled with English books - for which she was quite grateful and made a mental note to ask the boys to come and raid the shelves. There were also, however, sections of Greek, Latin, French, Italian, German and Spanish books. As Elena continued her circuit around the room she saw Russian, Arabic, Chinese and Japanese sections. How many languages do these guys speak? She wondered. 

Remembering why she was there at last, she walked over to the desk on her right and looked among the telephone and Bluetooth equipment for a charger that might work with her phone. She saw one and pulled the cord gently to see where it plugged in. She saw that it snaked into a purpose-built hole in the corner of the beautiful desk, seemingly inside a drawer. She pulled the drawer and pushed back a few files to find where the plug docked in the outlet. As she removed it, her sleeve accidentally caught on a file that fell to the floor. Elena pushed back the black leather chair to pick up the contents, which had scattered below the desk. Sinking to her knees, she began to gather up the documents - suddenly freezing when she realized what she was holding in her right hand. It was a photocopy of her passport. Looking at the page in her left hand, she realized it was a background check - a background check on Elena herself! 

What the fuck?! Why? When? She wondered, her mind wheeling in a million different directions. She quickly scooped up all of the pages, rose and sat down in the big executive chair to read what the file contained.

It was all there, her entire life. They had copies of her birth certificate and baby footprints, the family history on her parents and their parents. They had the newspaper clipping, police report and coroner's report detailing the car accident that killed her parents and put her in the hospital for weeks when she was 14. Elena shuddered at the rush of memory that the newspaper photo resurfaced. A winter's ice storm, a falling tree, their car flipping over down the shoulder of a highway, and the sounds - the horrible sounds. For years, Elena used to wake up at night, crying out from the nightmares, but she hadn't had them in a very long time.

They had a full background on her Aunt Sibyl, the maiden aunt of her mother with whom she lived until entering boarding school two years later. She'd become a surrogate mother to Elena, nursing her through recovery from the accident and her grief, inspiring her to use paints and canvas to express herself. That was the very reason she'd become an artist. Then there was Aunt Sibyl's death certificate and funeral notice from last year. Elena quickly turned those pages aside, not wanting to relive that horrible feeling of being orphaned yet again.

She found her school records all the way through University, her credit report. There was a page of photos and a credit report on her ex-boyfriend, Michael. Somehow, they'd even found articles in her school papers reviewing several of her art exhibits. 




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 07



Elena's face was pale and her hands were shaking. Again the questions when and why came to mind. That pessimistic voice in her head spoke up, saying, 'boy, that shoe fell pretty fast!' Tears stung her eyes. They were tears of betrayal, embarrassed humiliation and confusion. What would prompt Adonis and Petros to run a background check on her? Did they think she was a liar, a scam artist, or some kind of gold digger? Moving in here was their idea - not hers! If they wanted to know anything, anything at all about her, she would gladly have answered their questions. 

It flashed through her mind to run back to Pam and her friends and leave while she had the chance. That thought caused a searing pain that shot through Elena's heart like a knife. She couldn't just go - not like that. There must be a reason for all of this. She'd wait for an explanation. That was the adult thing to do, she reasoned. She put the pages back into the folder, but then decided to not put it back into the drawer. Leaving it on top of the desk, she was determined to confront the boys when they got home that night.

Getting up from the oversized chair, Elena felt very stiff and sore. She looked at the ornate clock on the desk - she still had about half an hour or so before it would be polite to call Pam. Making her way back up to her room, she plugged her phone into the charger and walked over to the massive windows, looking out at the sea below. It was another glorious day outside - but for the first time since she'd arrived in Greece, the natural beauty of her surroundings didn't lift her spirits. Turning to look at her big bed, she realized it had been made up - that Maria had somehow already been up here to tidy up. Her words 'work in your little art house' came to mind. 'Art therapy', as Sibyl used to call it, was precisely what she needed. 

Elena snatched up her phone and charger and made her way back downstairs, stepped through the garden, and paused for a moment at the door of the studio. As she reached down to touch the doorknob, she thought back to her sexual interludes with Adonis and Petros in this beautiful cottage. Turmoil swirled within her. She needed to exorcise it - leave it on the pages of a sketchpad or the smooth surface of a canvas. Pushing open the door, the room was just as beautiful as she'd last left it. She sought and found an electrical outlet by a small table next to a door that she hadn't seen before. After plugging the phone in, she pushed on the door and found a luxurious bathroom made of Carrara marble, glass and chrome. That's handy, she thought to herself.

Elena walked over to the large swiveling doors and opened them all, allowing the fresh sea air into the lofted space. Something about this cottage was restoring her equilibrium already. 

She set up one of the large sketch pads that Petros had brought her, pulled a piece of brand new vine charcoal from the box, broke it, and began to draw. Her muscle memory kicked in, her right brain switched on and her anxiety vanished as she got lost in the page.

Her phone alarm suddenly went off. 'Oh my god!' Elena thought - that could not be forty-five minutes already? It felt like five, tops. She walked over to where her phone was plugged in and turned off the alarm, double-checking the time. Yes, forty-five minutes had passed seemingly instantly, as if she'd stepped through a time machine. Her hands were covered in black charcoal dust. Ducking into the bathroom, Elena washed her hands vigorously in the marble sink, careful to not smudge the perfect surfaces. She shook the water off of her hands and walked back into the studio to wipe them dry on a clean paint rag, rather than risk soiling the opulent towels.

As she glanced up at the sketchpad, her breath caught. Elena meant to be doing an abstract; to be drawing nothing from reality, only shapes and shadows to get used to working again and to loosen up her drawing hand. But actually she'd drawn a tableau of three torsos - two men and one woman - entwined in the act of making love. She frowned at the dramatic contours, shadows and lights that she'd captured. It was... arresting. But all the more because she didn't consciously try to draw this - it emerged entirely from her subconscious. That never happened before. She'd captured the beautiful characteristics of the brothers' bodies - the long leanness of Petros and the chiseled musculature of Adonis. She also captured her own physical idiosyncrasies: her large areolas, the shape of her navel, and the mole she had on her right pelvic bone. Bizarre.

Suddenly remembering that she was supposed to call Pam; the very reason she'd set the alarm to begin with, she grabbed her phone and hit the speed dial.

Pam picked up after the fifth ring. "uhhh - Hello?" Elena could tell she had awakened her.

"Hi! It's me. So sorry, did I wake you up?" She could hear the sound of Pam yawning loudly near the phone.

"Ahhh - yeah, but it's okay. What time is it?" Elena told her. "Really?! It still feels so early to me. FUCK ME, I'm hung over..."

"How late did you guys stay out last night?" Elena was picking at some charcoal dust that had gotten under her fingernails.

"Ummm... until around 3:30 I think. I don't really remember. We went back to that club in Oia from the other night. Costi got so wasted that he took his shirt off and was doing this traditional Greek dance. I don't think he ever found it..." Pam got distracted and was talking in the background to her husband. Elena could hear her wake him up abruptly, saying: 'Hey! Costi, did you ever find your shirt last night? What happened with that? That was a nice shirt, I bought it when we went to New York...' She heard the sounds of Costas's voice in the background, but couldn't make out what he was saying. Pam said in a petulant voice that he should go back to the club to ask about it. Elena could hear him laughing in response.

"Pam!" Elena said, trying to bring her back to their conversation.

"I'm here - so when do you want to meet? I may not be up for eating, dude. But we can meet for coffee or go shopping or something."

The girls made a plan to meet in ninety minutes at the hotel when Elena went back to check out, and agreed they'd go for coffee and walk around the boutiques in Thira afterwards.

As Elena hung up, she started thinking again about the background check she'd found, and was suddenly impatient to hear from Adonis and Petros. Looking at the time, she tried to calculate whether they would have landed in Athens yet, but she wasn't sure. Knowing they were far away made her anxious, somehow. She was restless and starting to feel a bit moody. And now she needed to kill another hour and a half. Shit.

There wasn't really enough time to start painting, but she could spend this time preparing some canvasses. Or, she could do another drawing. Looking at the sketchpad, she decided that she didn't want to mess around with any more subconscious abstracts - that she should draw something real. In a flash, she thought about the sculpture garden - a virtually perfect source of models.

She reset an alarm on her phone for an hour hence, slipping it into the pocket of her tunic. Picking up the pad, the box of charcoal and gum erasers, a rag and a stool, Elena walked out of the cottage and turned left toward the sculpture garden.

She considered the array of subjects, taking them all in one by one. There were twelve in all. As she looked at each one, she suddenly realized that they were depictions of the Olympians - twelve of the primary gods of Greek lore. The sculptures themselves were quite beautiful, and extremely intricate, yet Elena could see they were made of Kalliston White marble - which is native to Greece. Though called "white", it was actually more ivory in color with fine gray striations. She ran her hands lovingly over the smooth, warm surfaces. The artist was highly skilled - this work was remarkable and put her in mind of Bernini or perhaps Donatello. It struck her as decidedly more Italo-Roman in style.

As she regarded them, she noted that they were arranged in a surprising configuration. Rather than a perfectly symmetrical pattern of six rows of two, four rows of three or three rows of four, the sculptures were arranged in a two, three, four, two, one configuration. The final single figure was set a bit apart from the rest on a raised pedestal that was approximately two feet from the ground. It was a female figure and was therefore poised a head and shoulders above the rest of the gods. There were no insignia, artist marks or nameplates on any of the installations - so Elena had to review them one by one to assign them their proper deity names.

The first two were easy to identify: they were Zeus and Poseidon. Zeus, to the left, was very large and muscular. He wore a crown and a loosely draped cloth that ran along his biceps and down one hip ending just above his left knee. His hair was nearly shoulder length and fell in curls behind his ears and down his neck. He had a full, curly beard. His right arm was held aloft, gripping a spear-like lightening bolt - but the gesture was not threatening. Rather, it was as if he was demonstrating his power. His other arm was cradling the head of a large eagle, perched on the ground next to his left leg. His face was ruggedly hewn with thickly pronounced eyebrows and a rather hawkish nose. The artist conveyed a sense of power beneath taut skin - with telltale musculature rippling beneath the smooth surface. The ringlets of his hair and beard were astoundingly fine, and the fabric undulated gently across his frame, indicating with great subtlety the body beneath. It was exquisite.

She turned to the right to look at what was clearly Poseidon. He was leaner than Zeus but his body showed a sinewy grace that evoked his domain, the sea. This figure was standing inside a cresting wave, which furled next to his right leg. Holding his customary trident, Poseidon here was clothed in a large, winding swath of seaweed. It had curling edges and somehow gave a "springy" appearance. The work really was masterful. His hair and beard were shorter than that of Zeus, and his crown was made of seashells. His impassive face was quite handsome, with high cheekbones and a slight curve to his full lips.

Moving forward to review the next set of three gods, Elena perceived they were Hera, Zeus's wife; Demeter, goddess of the earth and harvest; and Hades, god of the underworld. Each of them was depicted with great subtlety and attention to fine details. Hera's tunic seemed to be of extremely fine silk and her sandaled feet were delicately shaped, the vascular system quite obvious beneath her skin. Demeter had an extremely mature, womanly face and the stalks of wheat in her hand seemed like they might blow away in the next breeze. Hades was arresting for the darkness of his countenance. He held a spear similar to Poseidon, except that it had only two prongs, rather than three. He was wearing a full cloak that covered most of his right side, and it seemed wrought with filigree and gems. In the crook of his right arm he clasped a strange, elaborate helmet to his side.

Elena ran her fingers across the figures as she passed, loving the suggestion of suspended animation and the remarkable accuracy of their impressive anatomy. The next row of deities had to be Apollo, Ares, Hermes and Dionysus. The two goddesses in the rear were Athena and Artemis. 

As Elena walked forward and regarded the final goddess on her pedestal, she knew she was staring into the enchantingly beautiful face of Aphrodite. There was that déjà vu thing again! She gazed at the lovely woman so finely depicted in marble that it appeared to have the tensile quality of wax. She half expected her to blink and turn to look back at her. 

Elena reached out a gentle hand and slowly caressed her cool, smooth cheek. Goddess of beauty was right, she thought. There was a detachment to her beauty, but she was undeniably perfect. Her long tresses were caught up in a laurel leaf diadem, but half of her luxurious hair escaped and ran down her back and shoulders. One perfect breast was exposed, but the nipple of the other poked alluringly through the fine cloth of her robes. She stood within a giant clamshell, like in the Botticelli painting. In one hand she held forth an apple. The other clutched a long sprig of myrtle, and seemed to be holding her toga to her body. Around her delicate throat - which practically seemed to pulse - she wore a pendant with a large stone set in the center. Something prickled in the back of Elena's memory, but then it was gone again.

She sighed aloud, smiling a bit as she shook her head in awe. "No wonder you captured the hearts of gods and men alike. You are truly a vision." She said to the frozen beauty. A little breeze blew up from the sea, tossing and swirling hundreds of tiny flower petals across the garden. They danced past Elena and Aphrodite, making little pirouettes in the air before floating down to rest at the foot of the pedestal and around Elena's feet. It was magical to behold. Elena laughed, holding out a hand to catch the falling blooms.

She caught her own reflection in the windows of the villa near to where she was standing. This particular light was oddly flattering - and Elena felt almost beautiful herself. She stilled, looking at herself in the darkened glass. In the back of her mind, she was vaguely aware that these must be the windows in the boys' office. She'd been standing on the inside of that glass looking out just about an hour ago. Turning her gaze back to Aphrodite, she smiled back at the goddess of love and whispered: "But you are still the fairest of them all..."

She walked over to the Oleander at the edge of the path, and snapped off a few branches. Elena returned and placed them at her feet. Looking up, she uttered softly: "I'm new at all of this love business, and could really use your help. If it's not too much trouble, maybe you could look after me a little? But most of all, please, please, keep our beautiful boys safe, okay?"

Elena jumped, startled by a sudden "cooing" sound next to her. She turned to the left and saw a white dove perched in an olive tree by the garden wall. It was sitting at the outer most edge of the lowest branch, and was watching her with bright, alert curiosity.

"Hi there." Elena said softly. "How are you, sweet thing?" Walking slowly toward the bird, she gently reached toward it. Perhaps it was the lingering effects of her recurring déjà vu, but she was barely surprised when the graceful white dove fluttered down to perch on her outstretched hand. Her pinkish-peach colored talons felt tender as they clung to the knuckle of Elena's index finger.

Elena made tiny little kissing noises to the bird. The delicate creature cocked its head to the side, regarding her with its right eye. It cooed again as it sat there, as if trained to do so.

"I'll take this as a good sign." Elena said softly. The dove cooed a final time and spread its wings. Elena held it aloft to help as it took flight. It flew up, looped around doing a lazy circle past Elena, landing lightly on Aphrodite's shoulder. She watched all of this, her lips parted with excitement.

In her peripheral vision, she thought she saw movement by the office windows. Glancing quickly over, she saw Dimitri in the window, watching her. He seemed momentarily at a loss to be discovered there - but immediately recovered his calm poker face. Elena grinned and waved at him. He held up his hand in polite response but then briskly turned on his heel and disappeared back into the villa. She wondered how long he'd been watching.

Smiling at her feathered friend and the goddess, Elena knew that she had made her decision regarding what subject to draw. She walked once more among the gods to retrieve her supplies. The earlier heaviness she'd felt in her heart was somehow eased, and she felt suffused with a rather luscious feeling of inspiration.

Arranging herself in front of the love goddess, she began to work. 

Scarcely a moment later, her phone alarm went off yet again. The dove, disturbed by the electronic ring tone, flew off and out of sight. "What?!" Elena exclaimed. Her disappointment was keen. She pulled the phone from her pocket and looked at it disbelievingly. But it was true, and hour had passed in an instant.

Looking at her drawing, Elena frowned, critical of her own technique. She'd drawn the goddess from the waist up, capturing her graceful curves and delicate features. 

Amazingly, though her intention was to draw the stone image with great faithfulness, her Aphrodite seemed to be breathing with life. Elena had captured an almost vivacious gleam in her large, perfectly set eyes. A tiny smirk pulled at the corners of the goddess's generous, well-formed lips. This deity seemed a flesh and bone embodiment of the sculpture. Even the dove seemed to be conveying a lively personality, posed there on her shoulder. Oddly, this womanly version of the Olympian seemed familiar to her in some way. Had Elena channeled aspects of someone she knew or met into this image? Probably - that is sometimes part of the artistic process - things emerge that you didn't expect. Looking up at Aphrodite, she offered a gracious thank you to her model.

All in all, Elena was pleased with it, and thought that Adonis and Petros might like to see the first product of their patronage. But she'd better get moving. Collecting her things and dashing back into the studio, Elena scrubbed her hands clean and hurried back into the villa to find Dimitri.

He was in the kitchen, seated at the marble bistro table, sharing a coffee with Maria. Elena excused herself as she entered, but they shushed her and Dimitri stood, asking proactively if she wished to go to her hotel.

"Yes, thanks! I just want to run upstairs and put on something decent. Give me ten minutes. Is that okay?"

Dimitri assured her that he was ready at her pleasure. Offering a shy "efkharisto" she ran up the stairs, taking two at a time.

**

Just over an hour later, Elena was sitting with Pam in an outdoor café having sweet iced coffee and a large bottle of water. Still nursing her hangover, Pam sat in the shade of the table's umbrella, wearing gigantic sunglasses, sipping her iced coffee through a straw. Given her friend's sluggish state, they were enjoying a blissful few moments of silence as they people watched.

Checking out of the hotel was very smooth, thanks to Dimitri, who not only drove her there but arranged things with the hotel desk clerk and waited patiently as she packed, bringing everything to the trunk of the big Mercedes. There was one awkward moment when Elena tried to pay her bill, only to find that it had been "pre-arranged". She began to argue with Dimitri, but he had an unreadable face and simply said that 'these were his instructions'. She was just glad that Pam was not there to witness it. As it was, she had to endure the lingering, overtly curious stare from the manager. She could only imagine what he thought.

Elena glanced over at her friend under her eyelashes, feeling a bit of sympathy for her state of discomfort. She had to admire her; Pam was the kind of leggy, natural beauty that could throw on a men's tank top and jeans, a touch of red lipstick, and big "Jackie O" glasses and somehow look glamorous. Elena mused that if she tried that she'd look like an unmade bed. 

Glancing down at the lovely cabbage rose print of her peasant skirt, she smoothed the cotton gauze with her hands and smiled to herself at the way her boys knew how to buy her things that flattered her curves and made her look feminine. She wondered where they were, and acknowledged wistfully to herself how much she wanted to hear from them... to hear something... anything.

On cue, her phone buzzed, indicating a text message. Pulling it from her bag she eagerly read the message, only to blush furiously.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 08



You've all been so very patient. I hope you will forgive me for the long absence. Suffice it to say that I spent the last little while writing for an audience of one. Now, however, I'm ready to once again "share the love", so to speak. We pick up right where Chapter 7 left off. 

Thank you for all the kind notes and comments. It means more than you know. 

Xx

*****

Elena was floating in a warm pool of water. The bright blue sky above her was so sharp and clear it almost hurt her eyes to look at it. Just then, the tableau was interrupted by the swoop of a white dove - the same dove from the garden that morning. The bird's white, nearly translucent fragile wings made a fluttering sound as she climbed higher in the sky, before sailing back down in a graceful, curving loop. The dove was playing with her; dancing for her. It was lovely. She felt the honor of it wash over her. 

She wanted to say thank you, but the words felt too trivial. The water caressed Elena's limbs and torso as it undulated gently around her. A vibration arose from the depths of the pond - it spoke her name in a lover's voice. "Elena, my love", it whispered inside her very skin.

Suddenly, she released that it was not the pond speaking to her. She had been dreaming, but the voice she now heard was real. It belonged to a flesh and blood lover. Her lover.

"Elena... Elena... time to wake up, my darling." Petros whispered softly, as his fingers brushed her cheek. 

"We're home, my baby." Adonis was there too, his lips moving against her forehead. 

Her generous mouth stretched into a sleepy, sexy grin as she groaned happily and reached for her boys. 

"You're home... " She murmured happily as they slipped into bed on either side of her. Elena felt the touch of cold of metal against her leg, and looked down to see the laptop lying by her thigh. Mercifully it had fallen closed. 

She had dozed off while doing some investigative search engine work on the two mysterious, wildly handsome brothers. That work had been strangely frustrating, since she'd found very little about them on the web. What scant references she did find were comprised mostly of business filings for various and apparently vast corporate holdings, large philanthropic donations and several glamorous party and film festival notices in which they were each seen squiring around an array of European heiresses and models. Details of their family history and any stories older than five years were inexplicably non-existent.

Adonis picked up the closed laptop and moved it to the nightstand. As he turned back to her he asked: "Were you checking email?" She could sense strangeness in his question - as if he was being deliberately casual.

"Something like that..." she answered, being deliberately vague. His brows knitted together in concern as he looked down into her eyes, which for once were uncharacteristically unrevealing. She leaned up and pressed her mouth against his full, sensual lips. He hesitated only for a fraction of a second before responding fervently to her kiss.

When he released her lips, she turned her head to likewise bestow a kiss on Petros, who looked tenderly at her as he drew her face to his. His kiss seemed to be a question.

"I guess I fell asleep." She said lightly, as she stretched her aching body between them. 

"Yes, you had a difficult day. I'm so sorry, my love. We should not have left you alone." Adonis's jaw hardened as he thought about the close call she'd had with the drunken tourists. He sighed and pressed against her, his lips in her hair. She could feel his muscles contracting as he struggled to control his emotions. Her heart melted and she wanted only to comfort him.

"I wasn't alone - I was with Dimitri and Pam" she placed her palm against his heart, which was beating slightly more rapidly than normal. "And I'm totally fine..."

Adonis merely groaned as his arms tightened around her. Elena felt Petros rest his forehead against her back, and turned to look at him, sliding the back of her left arm against his abs and chest. He caught her arm and pressed the back of her hand to his lips for a moment, before nuzzling her neck.

"But when we think about that filth touching you - hurting you - we could go mad, my darling girl." Petros ground this out between his teeth. He was also suppressing violent feelings - the tension in his body was palpable.

"Listen, I'm not made of glass." She spoke gently, but there was a little bit of quiet strength in her tone as she continued with: "Worse things have happened to me... but then, you already know that, don't you?" It was not a question.

Silence followed for several moments. Elena waited patiently for one of them to break the silence. She knew that they would understand her meaning perfectly - that she knew they'd compiled a background check on her.

"Yes, we know." Adonis answered softly for both of them. "We wish we could erase all of your pain, Elena-mou. We would if we could."

"Yes..." Petros echoed, "If only we could."

Elena sighed, her lingering irritation at the invasion of her privacy dissipating. This wasn't the confrontation she'd imagined. She was supposed to be making them feel guilty for checking up on her without her knowledge. Instead, their simple expression of love and empathy made her want to cry. 

"But why?" she asked softly, closing her eyes against the sudden rush of tears. "Why did you investigate my background like that? And when?! How could you possibly have found all of that information - all those private details - over the course of the last few days? How-?" Her voice broke on this last sentence as hot, humiliated tears over-spilled her tightly closed lids and ran down her face.

The brothers crushed her between them. Hands and lips caressed her in a desperate attempt to comfort her. She could no longer tell who was who as tongues licked away salty tears and strong fingers moved over her fevered skin.

"Please..." she heard them say. "We will answer all of your questions but please for now, let us just show you how much we love you. You are safe now. You are home now."

She sobbed, her will breaking. She surrendered herself to their mouths, hands and insistent bodies. They pulled at the tie of the kimono and each pulled an aching pink nipple into their mouths. Hands slid down her flat belly to the still sore region between her legs, gently teasing her clitoris until she arched back on the bed, keening in pleasure. 

As one brother kissed her, the other gently ministered to her nether lips - his tongue bringing Elena quickly to climax in her hyper-sensitized state. Mouths and fingers were immediately replaced by large, hard erections. Elena shouted into the gathering dark as pleasure and pain mixed into one repeating wave of intensity. They moved over her and into her with such sensual harmony that for a moment Elena felt as if she was making love to a single super-human being - like some multi-limbed Indian deity.

Impatient to feel more of her bare flesh, the men tugged off her green silk robe. They froze. The room was ominously silent. 

Elena opened her eyes at the sudden stillness. They stared thunderously at her badly bruised arms. Then, cursing heavily in Greek, speaking to each other so quickly that she struggled to understand them, Elena was momentarily frightened that the brothers might rush off to confront her would-be attacker. She shivered at the terrifying beauty of their rage. There was little doubt, based on their dark and fierce expressions, that the foolish Russians would be dead if they found them. The certainty of that fact should have scared Elena, but it didn't.

"Shhhh..." she admonished. Reaching toward both men, she drew them back to her and held them tightly. "Come here to me, I beg you. They don't matter - only this does." Elena pressed her lips to each brother's mouth - willing them to channel this passion into love, rather than hate. "Just love me. Please, please let's turn this whole thing into something beautiful." She pleaded.

It was like a dam had burst. Adonis and Petros launched themselves on her with complete abandon. Where violence had been brewing, there now was only passion. Elena felt as if they were floating in the evening air, suspended temporarily from the pull of the earth's gravity, because the pull between them was infinitely stronger. 

No words were spoken - they communicated with their bodies, hands and mouths and with moans, sighs and even their thoughts. 

At the very moment that she thought 'put your mouth there...' or 'I want to feel that inside me' or if she imagined 'what if we move this way...' the men somehow perceived and obliged. Just as Elena could virtually hear Adonis think 'yes, move your hand faster and just flick your tongue on the tip' or feel Petros ask 'please, tighten your muscles as I pull out and put your right leg over my shoulder'. It was like a perfectly choreographed dance that they knew well and performed with expert skill. Except that all of it was new.

Liquid heat coursed through her veins. She felt as if she were filled with light, as if she would never tire. Each brother had cum inside her more than twice, recovering in mere minutes. As Elena achieved orgasm for what must have been the sixth time, the frantic pace of their lovemaking began to slow. A glow of satisfaction glistened on their very skin. 

At long last, lying close to one another as the perspiration dried from their bodies and their hearts resumed a more normal rhythm, Elena experimented with something she'd been suspecting all day. She "pushed out thoughts" to Adonis and Petros. They were simple messages, but she wanted to see if her theory was right.

'You are my whole world now. I love you both. I am yours.'

She could feel them both smile. They turned toward her, propping their heads up with bent elbows. 'We love you, too, agape-mou. You know that we do.' Elena heard Adonis's thought inside her head as if he'd spoken. 

'When did you figure it out?' Petros mentally asked.

'I wouldn't say I figured it out, exactly. I just can't ignore it anymore.' Even inside her head, this sounded sarcastic.

Both men laughed aloud. 

"Maybe when you're answering all those other questions, you can answer this one." Elena drawled, aloud this time.

"Deal." Petros answered, ruffling her curls. They lay together companionably in silence, still floating in the lingering bliss of their lovemaking.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, Elena declared loudly: "I'm starving!" She was surprised by her own outburst and amazed that her body could feel anything else at this point. All three of them laughed at this unexpected, highly prosaic announcement.

"Let's clean up for dinner and go see what Maria has arranged for us tonight." Adonis kissed Elena one more time, lingering slightly to look lovingly at her before sliding out of bed on the far side. 

Petros wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to him. He rested his forehead against hers for a moment then leaned in for a sweet, almost reverential kiss.

"See you downstairs, beautiful." He breathed into her hair as he likewise hopped out of bed and disappeared down the hall.

***

Some 20 minutes later, Elena had cleaned up and dressed and was skipping down the stairs in bare feet. She was wearing one of the new, ultra feminine sundresses she found hanging in the wardrobe, along with a lightweight cardigan to cover the ugly bruises on her arms. No need to remind the boys about the nasty incident; she'd only just succeeded in taking their minds off of doing violence.

As she reached the main landing, the savory smell of roasting lamb kicked off a wild rumble of eager anticipation in her stomach. Garlic and rosemary blended to perfection with the slight gamey tang of the meat. Elena was reminded of the cartoons she watched as a child, where the animated rabbit floated in the air, pulled by curling wisps of aroma, toward the food he craved. She felt likewise drawn into the hive of activity that was the kitchen. 

Elena pushed open the door to the sounds of raucous laughter. Her boys were sitting around the marble café table with glasses of red wine in their hands, and they were both laughing aloud. Adonis had one hand covering his eyes, while Petros was slapping his hand down on the marble surface. Maria was standing at the center island, bent over slightly, laughing so hard that she was wiping tears away with the corner of her crisp white apron. 

Elena was more than a little surprised to realize that the source of this hilarity was Dimitri, who seemed to be in the last stages of telling a story. She couldn't help being infected by the laughter surrounding her; a wide smile broke across her face as she waited for Dimitri to finish the tale. He spoke in rapid, melodious Greek, and though deadpan in his delivery, he was using his hands in a way that was so eloquent it was practically pantomime. 

The climax of the story came when he sharply slapped his hands together and then shot one off into the air, after which he shook his head as if dizzy and put his hands to his ears. The other three broke out in fresh gales of laughter at this finale, Maria holding her hands up in protest, begging him to stop.

They noticed Elena's presence, and the boys leapt up delightedly to have her join them at the table. Petros explained that Dimitri was telling tales from when he was a boy, and apparently a mischievous one at that. Elena smiled up at Dimitri, warming greatly to this unexpected new side of the enigmatic bodyguard.

Adonis began to pour Elena a glass of red wine, but the scent of the alcohol overwhelmed her a little, making her empty stomach lurch uncomfortably. She paled for a moment and stopped him mid pour, begging for some water, instead. Dimitri brought her a glass and the chilled water pitcher from the big stainless steel refrigerator. His eyes scanned her face solicitously, as Adonis removed the glass from the table. Petros held a palm to her forehead, asking if she was okay. 

Elena laughingly shrugged away the attentions, declaring that she was just too hungry. She told Maria that the scent of the lamb was making her crazy. The tiny, bustling housekeeper beamed at her and said that it would be ready in about half an hour. She shooed them out of the kitchen, handing Adonis a tray of feta, tomatoes, olives and a basket of crusty bread.

The three of them walked out to the terrace, where the candles had already been lit. The lights of the pool shimmered in the gathering dark, as the last streaks of the sun, which was now below the horizon, left orange and crimson rents in the navy blue night sky.

Elena breathed in the salty air, and stretched her body in the warm breeze that blew up from the sea below. The heat of the day had lessened, but it still felt very warm. The light wind made her curly hair and the fine silk of her sundress flutter behind her. The moon was full tonight and seemed overly large. It cast a rippling golden reflection on the surface of the water. 

She'd always felt very connected to the moon, but here in this place, on this night, that affinity seemed magnified. Elena gazed up, fascinated, and felt a sort of rightness - a harmony that she never experienced before. It wasn't just the usual sort of balance that one considers to be harmony; this was deeper. She felt as if she were a part of the great continuum. That she was fulfilling her destiny, and that there was larger meaning to what had been, up to now, a small and often solitary life. It was wildly fanciful, but as Elena looked up at the stars, she felt as if they looked back.

These grandiose thoughts were interrupted, albeit sweetly, by the feeling of strong arms encircling her from behind. Petros pulled her body back against his warm, sinewy frame and murmured her name into her hair. His lean, hard hips moved against her ass, and she was very aware of the feel of his shaft, which seemed to be thickening. His warm hands moved up her ribs to enfold her full, almost aching breasts. She winced very slightly and pressed his hands further, liking the sensation. She rested her head back against him. Petros spoke without words into her mind. 'You are lost in thought, beautiful girl. What are you thinking about?'

'The moon and the stars.' She thought back, smiling inside and out as his lips brushed her temple. Adonis drew near and stood beside them, likewise looking up.

'They seem almost close enough to touch, tonight.' Adonis thought.

'Yes.' Elena thought. She turned to gaze warmly at him, before returning to her contemplation of the skies. 'It feels like they are here for us - like they are watching us; speaking to us.' 

'What are they saying?' Petros projected this question without any sarcasm. His thoughts brushed her mind like a soft caress.

Elena considered for a moment before answering. For some reason, the answer felt important.

"They are saying they approve. They are blessing us." She whispered this aloud realizing after the words formed that she believed it. 

Just then, a flash of heat lightning blazed across the sky. All three of them started, gasping aloud. Elena laughed in reaction to the tiny fright it caused and after a moment the brothers joined in.

"Efkharisto Poli!" She shouted her thanks to the night sky. 

She turned in Petros's arms and pulled his head down to kiss him deeply. Her tender breasts pushed against his muscled chest, nipples becoming taut. His hands slid down to cup her firm ass. As she released him, he stared down at her bemusedly as she turned to his brother, winding her arms around Adonis's neck to likewise kiss him passionately. Adonis's large, beautiful hands held her back just below her shoulder blades, crushing her against him. Again her nipples were almost painfully ground against his powerful frame. Elena moved her hips into his and felt his cock stirring a little in his jeans. Stepping back, she lovingly laid a hand against both of their faces.

She then turned back to face the sea, standing between them. Grasping a hand of each brother, she looked back up into the carpet of stars.

Elena would have felt to shy to say this aloud, so she communicated with her thoughts, instead. She said: 'I understand now that this was meant to be.'

Thoughts from the two brothers were layered together in her mind, but they were both replying with 'yes'. Petros brought her hand to his lips, as Adonis moved nearer and kissed her forehead tenderly.

Elena spoke the next words aloud: "But I still don't really know why. And you're not off the hook yet - I still need to hear about the detective work you two have been up to. Don't think I've forgotten about that. But... it can wait until after dinner, because if I don't eat something now I won't be responsible for my actions. One or both of you might lose an appendage you actually care about." 

They snorted and quickly, exaggeratedly, ushered Elena to the table on the terrace. The brothers plied her with bread and cheese, theatrically drizzling olive oil onto her plate. She fairly attacked the food. Elena wondered for a moment at her newly voracious appetite, but then the thought skidded away as she focused on spearing a slippery Kalamata olive with her fork. 

"So?" She asked between bites. "What was the funny story that Dimitri told you earlier?" Adonis and Petros each barked out a quick laugh. 

Petros began: "Well, apparently he was always a curious boy, and when Dimitri was twelve years old, he accidentally stumbled upon his older brother and his girlfriend while they were..."

***

An hour later, the paltry remains of the roast leg of lamb and Maria's amazing side dishes were lying cold on a platter in the center of the table. The trio had done some serious damage to what started off as a considerable amount of food. Elena and the boys were replete, leaning back in their chairs as they continued to gaze upward at the sparkling night. She couldn't remember the last time she'd eaten so much at one sitting. They'd been quiet for the last few moments, each retreating into some private, comfortable place inside themselves. It was a thoroughly comfortable silence - the kind you can only have with those you know and love well.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 08



"I can't believe that I've only known you two for a matter of days..." Elena hadn't actually planned to say that, but as the words flowed from her, she found that she couldn't stop them. So she continued...

"If you'd asked me last week, last month, or last year if I thought I'd ever find myself in love with two men at the same time, I'd have said that just one would have more than sufficed - but even one had so far had been impossible to find. Now here I am, with you. And it's as if I've been waiting for you always. Both of you." She paused for a moment as she drank some water. The two men just watched her, listening and waiting.

"I love you both individually - and together. I don't know how else to say it. As if you were Siamese twins that had been separated, or something." Elena didn't notice, but each man became more alert. Petros leaned forward very slightly and Adonis shifted slightly in his chair.

"It's so funny - you are both very different and yet in some fundamental way - you are like two sides of the same coin. I don't really know how to express it..." She trailed off for a moment as she struggled with something inside her.

The men felt breathless - as though they all were teetering on the brink of something and one wrong move would send them falling. They both watched her - rapt. She positively glowed in the moonlight. She was radiant. Her skin gleamed with health and her eyes shone. The candles on the table made her soft brown curls look like burnished gold. As she spoke, her hands moved elegantly and unselfconsciously. The brothers were aflame with desire for her - but knew that she needed to express what she was feeling. And they themselves were eager to hear it - at once excited and anxious to understand her feelings. They felt they were so close to something that they'd both awaited for so long...

Elena continued: "I can't imagine living my life now without the two of you. I don't even want to try. None of this fits with anything that I expected from my life. And yet, I feel as if I was born to be here... to be with you like this. As if everything that happened in my life up to now led me here, to you." At this, she turned and looked at them. She smiled at the two men she loved more than her own life, and said: "I guess what I'm saying to you is that I'm in love with you - both of you. I'm saying that I belong to you. There's no doubt that this will be strange at times, and I don't know how we'll make it all work. But I don't care what the rest of the world might say. What we have is right. It just is."

Both men rose from their chairs and rushed around to Elena's pulling her to her feet. She was crushed to each brother, in turn. 

Adonis said, his voice very hoarse with emotion: "This is right, agape-mou. And we agree - destiny has led us all here."

Petros's eyes seemed very wet as he pressed his lips to her forehead. "You are sure that this is what you want, little Elena?"

She expelled a breath that was almost a laugh. There was no choice anymore. "Yes, I'm sure." She whispered fiercely. She found herself pulled into a three-way hug.

After a moment, she gently extracted herself, looking into their eyes. "So having said all of that, now that you know how I feel about you both. Now that there is no doubt; I want some goddam answers." She arched one eyebrow at them in a mock threat. "And I want them now."

Each brother deeply inhaled and sighed. They glanced at each other for the briefest of moments. Adonis said, resignedly, "Okay, we'd better go to the library and do this properly."

***

"Technically, it's called 'heteropaternal superfecundation'." Adonis was paging through a giant, ancient book looking for a specific page. 

Petros, who was sitting next to Elena on one of the beautiful Beidermeier sofas in the library, reached over and took one of her hands in both of his.

"It means that we are twins, but we have different fathers. Our mother..." He glanced briefly up at Adonis as he said this and their eyes met, "she was made pregnant at the same time by two different men. And she had us."

Elena was nonplussed. "I knew that cats could do that - but I didn't realize that humans—" 

"It is rare, but it happens now and then." Adonis interjected, with an almost tired-looking smile. 

She shook her head, as if to clear it. "Wow - that is - amazing. But that is not all, is it? I mean - it doesn't entirely explain what is happening here, with us, does it?" It wasn't a question. 

Elena could accept that this might be why a sort of telepathy existed between the brothers, being twins. That kind of connection has been long established throughout history. But how did it explain why SHE was able to communicate with them without words? And what did that have to do with the rest of the mysteries surrounding these two remarkable men?

Adonis had found the page he was seeking, and was now putting the giant tome down in front of Elena on the coffee table between them. "No, you are right. There is more. But before we tell you all of this, I have to warn you that it might be rather difficult to accept."

Elena looked at him, taking in the seriousness of his expression. He looked over at Petros, and Elena followed his eyes, likewise regarding him. Petros released Elena's hands and ran a palm across his forehead, smiling a tad nervously at her.

She was almost afraid to look. She turned her attention to the book Adonis had placed before her. What she saw caused her to blink in surprise. She didn't understand. She looked from one brother to the other, awaiting an explanation.

The page in front of her showed a Hellenistic painting of the birth of Aphrodite.

"I don't understand." Elena said, with a tiny frown. She ignored the faintly playful singsong voice inside her head that told her that this was not entirely true. 

Petros and Adonis looked at one another for a moment before answering. Taking a deep breath, Adonis looked into Elena's eyes and said: "This is our mother."

"I'm sorry - what?! What are you telling me?" They didn't speak in reply. They both just looked, almost forlornly, at the page before her. Elena didn't - couldn't understand. It was as if they were making fun of her. She felt the color rise in her face.  

"Are you sitting here trying to say that the goddess Aphrodite - the MYTHOLOGICAL goddess Aphrodite - is your mother? Guys - Tell me that you're joking." But once again, the little voice deep inside Elena's head taunted her, saying 'you know they don't lie! You yourself called them gods...'

Petros again took her hand, while Adonis gently touched the side of her face. "I told you it would be hard to accept..." he began...

"No - seriously - Stop!" She almost shouted the words as she leapt to her feet. She took several steps away from them, staring down at the book on the table as if it were a snake about to strike. 

"Please, agape-mou, try to be calm..." Petros rose as if to follow her. She halted his progress by holding out her hand, palm out.

"No! No more. It's not funny." She turned to the windows and found herself looking at the sculpture garden outside, with its life-size statues of the gods glowing ghostly white in the moonlight. 

Her eyes fastened on the one that stood apart, taller than the rest - the statue of Aphrodite. The very one she'd sketched, enchanted, earlier that day. 

Something moved within her line of sight. The white dove, the one that had perched on her hand, the one she'd dreamed of earlier that evening, flew down from the trees and landed on the shoulder of the goddess of love. It's wings flapped wide as it settled into place, seeming to look at Elena out of one eye. 

The tiny voice in her head spoke again: 'You know they speak the truth. You've seen the signs all along. But right now perhaps you'd better sit down...' 

Too late, Elena noticed the strange, loud buzzing in her ears as a cold sweat broke out across her skin. Adonis and Petros were calling to her, but from underwater, moving toward her in slow motion. The floor rushed up to meet her, and all went dark...

(...to be continued)



Santorini Paradiso Ch. 09



A quick introductory note to this ninth chapter:

As an erotic fantasy, this story is filled with things both incredible and improbable, as well as sexy. That's why fantasies rock. I sincerely hope you like the way this tale begins to develop. A willingness to suspend disbelief will come in handy right about now. 

Thanks, as always, for your encouragement and patience. 

xxx 

***

Elena heard voices in the darkness. She tried to sit up quickly, but a wave of nausea hit hard in the pit of her stomach. Her head ached fuzzily, as if she had a hangover. Groaning, she slowly lay back down again, breathing deeply in through her nose and out through her mouth to settle her roiling tummy. 

She struggled to remember how she came to be in her bed. Then the memory flooded back: a bizarre conversation in the library, followed by a full-on fainting spell. 

Fainting, really? That is almost more bizarre that what preceded it. She assumed one of the boys carried her back to bed. Elena knew that they must be terribly worried. 

'Serves them right,' she thought grumpily to herself, 'For feeding me such a cock and bull story...' Elena frowned alone in the cool dark of her large bedroom.

'It's too ridiculous to even consider.' She tried telling herself this, shaking her head as much to clear it, as to negate the strange story they'd been trying to tell her. 

That tiny voice in her head was talking to her again, saying 'Denial won't change anything.'

She unintentionally became aware of the conversation that was taking place between Adonis and Petros. They were standing outside her door, which was open merely a crack, and they were both very upset. Somehow Elena knew that they were not aware she was awake and listening.

"... We had no choice, Petro. She demanded an explanation—" Adonis sounded very weary as Petros interrupted him, full of emotion.

"Yes, yes, Adoni – but we should have taken more time to break it to her. Maybe she would have started to see it for herself and it would not have been such a shock. She fainted for fuck's sake! She was obviously not ready!"

Adonis sounded sad and frustrated: "Yes, but you heard what she said before and after dinner: she seemed to sense the truth – and the prophecy, too. We cannot treat her like a child, my brother. You remember what happens whenever we try to hide what we are – whenever we try to deny the legacy. We have to be honest with her."

Elena found these words alarming: 'Prophecy?' 'Deny the legacy?' What the hell...?

Petros sighed. Elena could imagine him running a palm across his forehead. "Of course you are right. I just wish there was a way to explain it to her that did not frighten or confuse her. This is a different age – people don't accept our kind – our existence – so easily..." Petros quieted for a moment, and when he continued, his voice sounded emotional, as if he were trying to hold back tears. "You don't think she will leave, do you? Adoni – I could not..."

Elena could envision Adonis grasping Petros's shoulder in comfort. "I know, I know. I feel the same way, believe me... it would be unendurable to lose her now. So we have to be patient. In my heart, I'm convinced that she is the one; that we've found her. You saw the signs as well as I did. Elena herself said 'it was meant to be'. Maybe we just have to give her some time to get used to the idea."

"I pray you are right. I'm willing to give her as much time as she needs. I'm willing to do anything – you know that I am." They were quiet for a moment before Petros continued.

"Hey, let's check on her again – if she is not awake, I think we should call a doctor." Adonis grunted worriedly in agreement. 

Elena could hear them moving toward the door. She debated for a moment whether she should pretend to be sleeping. Their conversation confused her mightily. They had no idea she had been listening to them, so those words were not for her benefit. By all appearances, they were telling the truth; at least it was what they believed to be the truth. 

But how could that be? It is impossible, isn't it – what they are claiming? Could it be some kind of shared delusion? 

The tiny voice chimed in again: 'Stop pretending to be disbelieve... you already know this is no delusion.' 

That damned voice was really starting to irritate Elena. 

The door opened with a soft creak. Elena's eyes had become accustomed to the darkness in the room. She could see her lovers peeking around the door to check on her.

She spoke into their minds: 'I'm awake, it's okay.' She conveyed a deliberate gentleness in her message that immediately seemed to soothe their jangled nerves a bit.

'Oh!' 'How do you feel?' They seemed to respond mentally in unison.

In a flash they'd entered the room, tentatively standing at the side of her big bed. Elena had never seen them discomfited before. It caused a lump in her throat. Petros moved as if he were about to sit on the bed near her, but then stopped himself, unsure of her reception. Adonis was running a hand through his already unruly hair, looking slightly helpless and miserable. 

Elena was amazed that somehow she, a little nobody from nowhere, had humbled these two handsome, successful and confident Greek gods. 

'Literally gods,' she thought wryly, nearly laughing aloud. She again ignored the tiny voice as it mocked her, saying: 'I knew you believed! Why can't you just admit it?' 

Speaking aloud in an effort to drown out that voice, Elena found herself wanting to reassure them: "I'm fine, really. I feel so stupid for fainting – I'm sorry to be such a drama queen." 

She began to raise herself and adjust the pillows so she could sit up. The men rushed to her sides to assist her. They were kneeling on the bed on either side of her, fluffing the cushions to make her comfortable. Their faces were earnest and full of concern. She could feel their fear, their anguish and their love. Her empathy for their emotional state was so intense she felt as if the feelings were her own. She was inextricably connected to them. What's more, she acknowledged to herself how much she wanted them. 

She wanted them badly.

Desire flared wildly at their nearness and their candid vulnerability. She could smell each man's unique, delicious scent. She longed to run her tongue along their skin, take them in her mouth, and feel their bodies pressed against hers. 

In spite of, or perhaps even because of the turmoil of the last hours, Elena wanted nothing more than to drown herself in them. She wanted the oblivion of sex: the reassurance that this was real and they were made of flesh and blood. She felt her face grow hot and a rush of moisture flood her panties, and her pussy began to pulse. The men had grown very still as they continued to kneel at her sides. The energy in the room changed palpably. 

Elena licked her lips. She tilted her chin slightly as she looked from one to the other. Her chest rose and fell with noticeably heavier breathing, her breasts straining against the low neckline of her dress. Blood pounded in her ears. The sexy brothers were riveted – never taking their eyes off of her. Their eyelids had become slightly heavier; their lips parted slightly; their muscles tensed beneath their tanned skin. The very air felt electrically charged.

Elena reached out to them and they instantly responded, barely restraining the violence as they threw themselves on her. Petros caught her mouth in a kiss full of yearning, as Adonis pressed his lips to the side of her throat. Four arms wound around her, their bodies pressing hers back into the soft bedding. She could feel the pressure of Adonis's teeth and tongue moving down her neck as Petros's lips crushed hers, his tongue forcing its way into her willing mouth. As she came up for air momentarily, she hissed out a "Please–" eliciting a groan from Petros. Adonis raised his head and the two men paused uncertainly as they looked down at her.

"I don't know how to process all of this..." she began, her hands moving softly down both of their faces. 

"But I do know this: I know how I feel about you. You must understand that you have come to mean everything to me. I will try -- I will try to understand what you are trying to tell me, I promise. But later, please! For now, I don't want to think about anything at all except how much I want you both. How much I need you— "

This last sentence was cut short as Adonis claimed her mouth, making a hungry sound as his lips fell upon hers. Petros curled downward and pressed his face into her tummy. Elena could feel him groan, his hot breath penetrating her skin through the thin fabric covering her. His impatient hands pushed her dress up to her ribcage. Adonis began to help by pulling the hem up and over her breasts. Adonis pushed her sweater off of her shoulders and arms to lift the dress off completely. Petros was at the hooks of her bra even before she could sink back down onto the bed. Now she was naked save for her lace panties.

The men each found one of her hard, pink nipples. Elena cried out as their lips closed over the aroused peaks. She wished she had milk to give them – fantasizing about the pleasure of feeding them simultaneously from her full, ripe breasts. Both brothers moaned, their faces registering awareness of her thoughts. It turned them on. This only served to heighten the eroticism for Elena. 

This psychic connection was a powerful enhancement to their already super-charged sexuality, she realized. She imagined that her tits were full of sweet, warm milk. Adonis and Petros kneaded her full breasts with their large hands, sucking from her taut nipples as if the nourishing liquid coursed down their throats. 

Adonis made an "mmm" sound, the suction increasing from his mouth as his hand gently squeezed her in compliance with the fantasy. Petros, his eyes dark with desire, raised his head for a moment to murmur her name in wonder, before joining his brother in ministering to her vision. The boys could taste her milk on their tongues – savoring the sweetness -- like a cross between melon juice and thick rice milk.

Elena needed more, however. Her pussy cried out for attention. Her body craved penetration and she ached to have their bodies joined again. No sooner did this awareness reach her consciousness, than Petros began moving down her body, his mind crying out "yes, my love", his tongue and lips worshiping her abdomen as he traveled. 

He rose to his knees, roughly tugging her soaked panties down over her hips, thighs and calves until he could toss them aside. He watched her face as he pushed her legs apart, positioning himself between them, his lips trailing fire along the inside of her thighs. Finally he turned his attention to the throbbing, moist place where her legs met. As he gazed at her, spreading her lips apart gently with his fingers, he blew cool air over her incredibly hot, wet folds. Elena squirmed with pleasure, throwing her head back in anticipation. 

As she closed her eyes, she saw in her mind what Petros saw – the puffy, hairless outer lips revealing a glistening, hot pink core. She was trembling. Goosebumps sprang up on her skin. She could feel Petros moving closer and held her breath as she awaited the contact of his mouth. 

The seconds felt like hours and she couldn't stand it. She was just about to sit up and reach for Petros when Adonis grabbed her arms and brutally pinned her to the bed. Elena's eyes flew open and she saw him looking down at her, his green eyes looking almost black in the darkness of the bedroom, his wild hair tumbling around his handsome face. He looked fiercely possessive, but more than that, he looked adoringly at her. Thrilled beyond speech, she exhaled – a breathy sound that deepened into scream as, right then, Petros' mouth clamped down on her sex. 

Adonis took advantage of her parted lips to kiss her, his tongue pushing boldly into her mouth. The husky sound of her voice was abruptly cut off. Elena could barely contain her passion. Playfully fighting hard against his restraint, she surged up and did battle with his searing lips. Because they all communicated so seamlessly, this violence stayed on the wildly pleasurable side of aggression without bruising or hurting. Adonis's penetration of her mouth echoed what Petros was doing with his own tongue, which had trailed up from her perineum to her hooded clit in a hard, slow stroke, then plundered her tight folds. Moaning into Adonis's mouth, she sucked on his tongue, teasing the tip and underside of it with her own.

Petros brought her very quickly to the brink. She made a protesting sound as he inexplicably stopped, pulling his head up just as Adonis released her mouth. They gazed at her, the pair of them, smirking slightly as they held this pause for a maddening tick or two. 

Elena was panting, looking from one to the other, more than a little confused. In perfect unison, Elena heard the brothers think the word "cum". Elena went rigid as her body convulsed in a thunderous orgasm, right on their cue. She sobbed as wave after wave wracked her frame. The pleasure was so intense that she could not breathe. Tears ran down her face. The boys gently held her, stroking her and smoothing back her hair as she eventually came down.

Gradually opening her eyes, she regarded them in wonder. They'd pleasured her entirely with their minds – virtually commanding her to climax, and she had!

Gentle amusement marked their features as they comforted and petted her. Adonis spoke aloud softly, asking her if she was okay. 

"I hardly know..." She whispered. Her mind in a whirl. What had just happened was even more remarkable than the "telepathy" they'd shared before. They could actually make her body react by willing it. "I can't believe you just did that to me..." 

The question had barely formed in her mind before Elena spoke it aloud: "Can you make things happen to other people, or is this power just over me?"

The brothers exchanged a quick glance and seemed to be considering their reply.

Elena, impatient, humorously interjected. "You don't have to protect me. I'm not going to faint again, I promise." 

They both snorted and seemed to relax a bit. 

Petros said, his words slow and deliberately spare: "It only works if we both focus. It is a little hard to explain because it's just something we've always been able to do. If we decide, together, to exert influence over another person – well, we just can." He shrugged when he finished, as if he'd just explained a very simple concept.

"So you can do this to anyone, whenever you both want to?" She repeated what he'd said as she tried to process this new bombshell. A thought occurred to her and she suddenly went still.

"Have you done this to me before?" She asked very carefully.

Adonis laughed out loud. "We prefer to give you orgasms the old fashioned way, usually, my darling girl." He tucked one errant curl behind her ear.

"I don't mean orgasms, exactly... I mean... Have you... 'exerted influence' over me in some... other way?" Elena's voice was very small – she was afraid of their answer.

They rushed to reassure her, moving closer to her on the bed. "No... no, we cannot— " Petros began to explain, but seemed to lack the words and looked to Adonis for help. He smoothly cut in.

"We can only affect the physical, agape-mou. We cannot influence a person's heart or their decisions – we're not able to 'brainwash' anyone." He laughed and wiggled his fingers in front of Elena like a pantomime of Svengali. 

"We can only affect someone's body... so if we wanted to make someone sneeze, we could do it. If we wanted to stop someone from throwing a punch, it would also be possible. But..." He turned her face so she looked directly in his eyes, "We could not make you fall in love with us, or force you to do anything that you would not otherwise do, if that is what you wondered, baby girl." He leaned down and placed a soft, patient kiss on her temple.

Elena felt ashamed for even vaguely suggesting that they might use influence over her in such as way. Her face flushed scarlet and she had a look of contrition as she shook her head, a little exhausted by everything she was learning.

"I'm sorry – I didn't mean to imply that. Well, not exactly, anyway. I am just struggling with all of this, you know? It goes against everything I thought I knew..."

Petros added: "We know, sweet thing. We are both very sorry for rushing you – we don't want you to be frightened of any of this." 

"I know – I heard you talking in the hall – I appreciate that." Elena put her hand against Petros's face as she hurriedly reassured him.

He looked up at Adonis – they both seemed a little confused. 

"What?" she asked, after catching their silent exchange. 

"We were not talking in the hallway, Elena-mou, we were communicating without words." He paused, thinking. 

"It's not... normal... for you to hear us when we are not trying to share our thoughts with you. You've been doing this all day, actually. And then there is the thing you did just now..." Petros trailed off.

"What thing just now?" Elena was trying to be calm, but her hands were beginning to shake.

Adonis softly said: "When you fed us from your breasts, my darling. That kind of thing has not happened to us before." He paused, looking deeply into her eyes before finishing the thought. "You 'exerted influence' over us, agape-mou. We were drinking from you – we actually tasted you because you willed it to be so. And it was SO hot." He grinned dangerously at this.

Elena shook her head, assuming there was some mistake. "No – I didn't do anything – I just shared the idea – the fantasy. It was just like 'thinking a message' wasn't it?" They looked at her blankly, not replying. "I didn't actually do that – make you taste anything – did I? I mean – that isn't possible – why would I be able to do anything to you? It had to be you reading me." 

Both men shook their heads. "It wasn't us, Elena. We don't understand this ourselves – we don't know how or why -- but you have begun to take on some of the powers that we have." Petros had a curious expression as he spoke. He stared, unseeing, across the room, and seemed to be remembering something.

"This is insane." Elena ran her hand through her tangled hair. Her body still felt the lingering effects of the orgasm she'd just experienced, but her brain was now rapidly firing up again. 

"A few days ago I was just a normal girl. I was a sad, lonely and lost girl – but normal, nonetheless." Elena ignored the voice inside her crying 'Bullshit!', and continued on. 

"Now, I'm here and it is all so surreal and impossible. I feel like I'm going crazy. I mean – Fuck! - I'm even hearing a strange voice in my head!" 

Both men snapped to attention at this. Adonis lifted her chin to look into her eyes and Petros ran a hand along his forehead. "What do you mean by a 'strange voice' in your head?" 

The little voice spoke with a sharp word of warning: 'Don't you DARE tell them about me now – this is not the time. Make an excuse – tell them you meant that it was their voices that were strange. Do it. Now!"

"Uh... sorry - I mean – I'm hearing your voices in my head... which is really strange, obviously..." She saw a flash of disbelief in Adonis's eyes. 

The voice seemed angry: 'You can do better than that! Make him believe you!' Elena felt compelled to obey, even though she still believed that hearing such a voice was a very, very bad sign. She feared she was losing her grip on reality. 

The voice got impatient: 'Stop arguing with yourself and do it already.'

"I'm so tired, Adoni..." She frowned, in the grip of conflicting emotion, reaching up to kiss Adonis and break the stare he was giving her. Petros kissed her hand and spoke quietly in a monotone, suggesting that they allow Elena to get some sleep.




Santorini Paradiso Ch. 09



Adonis hesitated for a brief moment before hugging Elena tightly. He released her, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Yes, you should rest, sweet girl." As Elena looked back into his eyes she noted that though he smiled, he seemed to be attempting to mask concerns. He looked at Petros and rose from the bed. Petros pulled Elena into a long embrace, before running his lips along her cheek. 

"Kali nikta, agape-mou. Try to get some sleep." His eyes showed he was preoccupied as he rose reluctantly from the bed. Petros exchanged a silent look with Adonis as they tucked her under the covers. 

Pausing at the door, they murmured a few more endearments that Elena returned, before they disappeared into the hall.

She lay still in the dark for a moment, wondering if she was losing her mind.

'No, you aren't. Relax.' The voice said. 'Go to sleep now and we'll talk more in the morning.' 

Elena laughed to herself, the sound echoing around the now painfully empty room. And just how, she wondered, am I supposed to sleep after all of this?

'Because I said so.' The voice answered wryly. 

Elena felt very heavy, sinking deep into the soft mattress. Her limbs relaxed and her heartbeat slowed to a more regular pace. A yawn pushed itself out of her mouth – stretching her jaws open wide. She barely had the energy to raise her hand to cover her mouth. As her eyelids blinked down for longer and longer moments, Elena realized that sleep was precisely what she needed. 

Her last thought before surrendering to this sudden fatigue was: 'You'd better have a good explanation for all of this tomorrow.'

The voice, barely a whisper now, said: 'Just shut up and close your eyes already.'

Elena sank into a deep, dreamless and strangely satisfying slumber.

***

She woke with a start. The room was the deep gray of predawn. She knew immediately what disturbed her – she was cold and alone in that big bed, and hated it. Elena missed the touch and warmth of Adonis and Petros. She needed them. Though it had been good to get some proper sleep, she was sorry that she'd compelled them to leave her last night.

Flinging back the covers, she crossed to her wardrobe and pulled on the heavy silk kimono, reveling for a moment in the embrace of the cooling, almost liquid fabric on her bare skin. Tying it tight around her waist, she glanced quickly in the dim mirror and tried to smooth her hair into a greater semblance of order – finally giving up with a shrug, leaving the wild locks still tousled. She looked pale and her eyes looked enormous. But there was no smudged mascara on her face. She looked somewhat presentable, she supposed.

Slipping through the door, she padded barefoot down the hall. The door to the room closest to hers was slightly ajar. She looked in and saw the sleeping form of Adonis, alone in his bed. He was naked and tossing about restlessly. The sheets were in a tangle below his waist. His face looked younger and more vulnerable in this state. Her heart leapt in her chest and she quietly moved inside, tip-toeing toward him. Shrugging off the robe, she climbed into bed and slid close, allowing their bodies to come into contact. Her hand gently rested on the steady rise and fall of his chest. 

Abruptly, his feverish movements ceased. His head turned in her direction as his eyes flew open. Elena barely had time to gasp before she was crushed against him, his mouth coming down hard on hers. She clung to him as he rolled on top of her, a deep growl emanating from his throat. Her blood sang through her veins as he ran desperate hands across her cool skin. Adonis spoke her name over and over into her neck. His large, strong hands were pulling her thighs apart. She could feel his full erection desperately spearing her – seeking its purchase. The raw need coming from him made her heart break and she helped to guide him into her.

Adonis groaned in pleasure as his large cock began to push into her now very wet folds. There was no technique in his movements; this was pure animalistic passion. She cried out with each thrust, her need to feel him as great as his need to be inside her. Finally, he was in to the hilt, his velvety scrotum pressed to her sensitive labia. He stopped for a moment to savor the feeling, lifting his head to look down at her. Elena unconsciously held her breath as she took in his male beauty. She thought again that he was like some fierce, dark angel. 

His eyes blazed into hers for a moment, and as she stared, the moment suddenly froze. The edges of her sight grew wavy. She felt as if they had slipped sideways outside the very boundaries of time. She felt like she was falling from a great height, even though she was quite still. The bed and the entire room spun around her. Elena, without ever intending to, looked into his heart and his memories. 

She had the sensation of flying through history, seeing through his eyes, feeling what he felt and knowing what he knew. Images filled her mind like photos in a slide show flashing rapidly before her eyes. First she saw the story of their parentage and birth. 

Before even the formation of Rome, on these islands set between the Aegean, Ionian and Mediterranean seas, the story began. It was a time of emerging civilizations filled with warlike and superstitious people who yearned for enlightenment. Mount Olympus was the seat of power, where a dozen siblings determined the fate of the men around them. 

The twelve were a strange, exceedingly dysfunctional clan, guilty of every vice and vanity of the people they ruled, and more so. They wielded great and mysterious power. Each of the siblings had dominion over some aspect of existence – some facet of the world or the human experience. They were also frequently petty and competitive with one another. The troubles of the clan regularly spilled over into the lives of those who lived beneath the mountain.

In retribution for so often toying with their affections and causing them to fall in and out of love with humans, Zeus compelled Aphrodite to share their fate. He caused her to fall in love and couple with lowly humans. This amused him until it became a habit.

Two of Aprodite's favorite human lovers were Ankhises and Boutes. Ankhises was a shepherd prince of Dardania, who had eyes like emeralds and the beauty of an angel – reminding the goddess of a dark version of her lost Adonis. Boutes was one of Jason's Argonauts, a sleek and strong warrior. He'd nearly drowned at the hands of the sirens – the Seirenes – when she rescued him and carried him off to be her lover. She'd had sons with each of these humans before. With Ankhises she'd born Aeneas and Lyros. With Boutes she'd had a son named Eryx. These other children had gone on to some acclaim. 

But Aphrodite returned to these lovers in secret, again and again, often sharing a bed with both at the same time. It was during one of these times that she'd conceived the twins.

Fearful of the wrath of her siblings – especially Zeus, Aphrodite endeavored to keep these babies a secret. She cast a spell over the newborns with the intention of protecting them from all harm – human and divine. 

Generally speaking, each half-breed child of the gods had a different manifestation of divine power: some had strength, some beauty, and some remarkable skills. But these children often met with difficult ends. They were frequently caught up in the battles of the gods themselves. They were used as pawns, emotional weapons or simply fell victim to collateral damage. The goddess wanted her sons to live happily as brothers without such fears. 

Hiding them away, she bestowed upon them the gift of immortality – granting them the power to influence men when united together. She did not understand the consequences of her actions, however well intended. 

She stayed with them for a time, disguised as a widowed shepherdess. Raising them like any pair of human sons, she withheld the truth of their lineage for as long as she could. It was only as they reached the age of manhood that she told them the truth: that eventually their aging would stop, and they would continue to live on, impervious to injury and illness, forever.

Aphrodite was unprepared for their reaction. Rather than being grateful to her, as she fully expected, and revel in their divinity, the boys were shocked and disconsolate. Not only had their mother lied to them, they learned that they would, from that moment on, be separated from those around them. Half human, half deity, they were trapped in the isolation of immortality, forced to linger on and on, as everything they knew and loved would die around them.

The goddess was enraged at what she felt was ingratitude. The words between them were fierce and bitter. It was the first time in their lives that she'd vanished from them in a dramatic flourish. But it would not be the last. The brothers' relationship with their beautiful, terrifying mother would continue to be tempestuous and inconsistent, punctuated by long periods of estrangement.

Elena could feel all of Adonis's history from the earliest years, onward: his centuries of longing, the lifetimes he'd passed and all the people he'd known and lost. 

There were lovers who burned brightly for brief periods, only to irrevocably age before him and stare back resentfully at his never-changing visage. There were epic wars when he fought savagely, carrying a death wish that could not be fulfilled. He and Petros wandered the earth – sometimes apart and sometimes together – changing their names, changing their histories for those around them; never able to rest for more than a decade or so in one place lest people realize that they never aged. 

The world turned around them, civilizations evolved and yet humanity seemed to remain largely the same. There were wonderful, exciting times, moments of beauty and times of great sadness and horror. He'd enjoyed great lustful passions but nothing could, for him, truly endure. He and Petros felt cold and alone -- locked out of time itself. 

Then she saw their recent return to Greece, their new lives as global businessmen, and the relentless search for the key that would break the chain...

That is when she found his memory of the prophecy.

Elena drew in her breath sharply. She emerged from this strange kind of journey and time seemed to start again. After all her confusion and doubt, she finally understood.

'Now,' she thought, 'I just need to understand my role in all of this.'

A worried frown was on Adonis's brow – he knew what she'd just seen. He was shocked; he hadn't meant to show her his memories. He seemed awed that she'd been able to plumb his mind – and she saw that he was afraid of the effect it had on her. He softly whispered her name – it was like a question. The fact that his first concern was for her well being made her emotions spill over.

Tears filled her eyes at his selfless devotion. She agonized, aching inside herself for the brothers' endless and often lonely existence. She cupped Adonis's face with her hands, showing him her perfect empathy, compassion and her deep, consuming love.

"Agape-mou..." She whispered, raising her lips to his, speaking softly against his mouth. "So much history... so much pain... How I wish to lift it from you. I'm here now, my love. I'm here." 

She hadn't thought about what she was saying. It emerged from her quite naturally and without effort. All Elena wanted was to heal his tired soul – to let her love flow into and over him: to tell him that he and his brother need not feel so alone. Warm, nurturing energy rose up inside her. In her mind's eye, she saw it as a white light that grew. Elena pushed this loving energy into Adonis.

Adonis stiffened, hesitating for a fraction of a second, and then released a long, shuddering sigh. "How are you doing all of this?" He asked, his voice very low and reverent.

"Kiss me." Was all she replied.

He pressed his lips to hers, his arms winding tightly around her. She felt a hot tear fall on her face and she sobbed because she knew he could not. Their bodies sought each other out. His hips began to thrust into her, his hard cock slowly sliding almost all the way out of her, then slamming roughly back into her depths. Her body completely sheathed him and she felt every inch of his hard flesh. Their kisses became wild – Elena had a rusty metallic taste in her mouth and knew that it was blood. She didn't know whose and didn't care. 

They were swept up into a frenzied dance of lovemaking. Each time Adonis bottomed out inside her, they both shouted. Elena's tears ran freely down her cheeks as Adonis ran his lips over her face. Their bodies burned, sweat pouring from their taut skin. She ran her nails down his back as he growled with pleasure. He sank his teeth into her neck causing her to nearly scream with excitement. 

Adonis pulled out of her, rising to his knees. He flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling up her hips so he could push his shaft into her from behind. Elena cried out "Oh god!" as he plunged hard into her. The head of his penis dragged across her G-spot and she knew that it would be mere minutes before she climaxed. She contracted her muscles, squeezing him as he stroked out of her, making him moan. One of his hands crushed a very tender breast – eliciting a gasp from her. The other hand cupped the front of her pussy, his fingers slipping into the top of her cleft to viciously rub her engorged clit. She was drenched with her own juices.

Elena silently screamed as she exploded into an intense orgasm – the electrical charges rippling in spasms from her core and outward. She felt the flood of her ejaculate spraying out as her muscles contracted around Adonis's swelling cock. No longer able to support herself on her knees and elbows, she collapsed on the bed, drawing Adonis down with her.

He let her rest for a moment as the ripples continued to spin out of her pussy. Moaning softly, Adonis left a trail of kisses across her shoulder. He rose up slightly and pushed her mass of wild curls away from her overheated face.

Gently, he withdrew from her and turned her back around. Her arms fell weakly above her head. Elena felt as if her bones had melted away. He leaned down and kissed her more tenderly than he had all morning. She returned his kisses as if she needed his mouth to breathe. All the energy she'd poured into him had left her depleted, but deeply satisfied. Adonis seemed to radiate happiness.

He pressed his lips to her forehead. "I worship you, my darling girl. S'agapo, Elena-mou."

"S'agapo, Adoni." Her voice was breathy and deep. He leaned down and kissed her bee-stung lips. She allowed her eyes to flutter closed for a moment.

"Elena..." he began, "Do you think for a second that we are finished? Because I assure you that we are not." Elena laughed huskily as he moved down to nuzzle her neck. She brought her arm down and wrapped her hand around his still-hard cock. He made an "mmmm" sound as she moved her hand over his erection.

"I can never have enough of you, my love..." She ground this out between her teeth as she squeezed him. He groaned, moving against her body. Adonis lifted her thigh, tilting her partially on her side. He moved his hips down and put his legs between hers. He slid into her, one hand under her ass and the other gripping her thigh, controlling her movements. Elena was able to twist back toward him so they could kiss as he fucked her. Despite the fact that she was sopping wet, this position created remarkable friction.

He was moaning as he started to piston in and out of her, his pace increasing. Elena pushed back against him as he thrust up into her. Adonis sank his teeth lightly into her shoulder as his passion intensified. She began to talk to him in a low voice, begging him to fuck her, to take her completely, to fill her with his seed. Elena could feel his penis swelling and his arms tighten around her and knew he was about to erupt. She felt the heat from his body flowing into hers, infusing her muscles and limbs with renewed energy. 

Adonis roared as he climaxed, thrusting forcefully each time he jetted into her depths. After a time, his body slowed and then stilled. He fell back onto the bed, slipping out of her. 

He pulled her body around and collected her next to him, her face coming to rest on his hard muscular chest. Elena could hear the pounding of his heart beneath her ear. She sighed with contentment, wrapping an arm around him. She felt him press his lips to the top of her head, and inhale the scent of her hair. 

Like this, they began to drift toward sleep, comforted in each other's arms. As Elena's eyes grew heavy, she realized that she sorely missed the presence – the warmth -- of Petros. She found herself wishing he were there with them. 

She wasn't even surprised when she heard the door creak open, and a moment later felt Petros climb into bed behind her, his body cool and smooth against her back. He reached down and pulled the covers up over the three of them, snuggling close to her before depositing a soft, slow kiss on her exposed shoulder. She made a happy "mmmm" sound as their breathing became synchronized and even. 

Now it all felt right. Sleep overtook her, a smile hovering on her lips.

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