TAGS/WARNINGS: Meryl Stryfe/Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives/Vash the Stampede, Millions Knives/Meryl Stryfe, Meryl Stryfe/Millions Knives/Vash the Stampede, Twincest, Threesome - F/M/M, Post-Anime, Domestic Fluff, Smut, Dubious Consent

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Story from Meryl's POV and my not so brilliant attempt at first person

Thanks to NoOrdinarySouthernGirl for helping me clean this up

It had been almost six years since Vash and Knives had emerged from the desert shot up. In the time since then, I have left the insurance company and we have acquired several acres of desert that the two of them have brought to life. Every time I step out the front door of our small home, I am amazed to see all of the flourishing greenery and flora. It's more than I ever expected. As I sit on the edge of the porch staring out at the plants, a set of strong arms wrap around me from behind. Turning a little, I find that Knives has settled himself against my back, his head resting on my shoulder.

"What's so interesting today?" He asks as he nuzzles my ear.

Giggling, I snuggle back against him. Reflecting on what had led us to this point. I can tell you that back then I never would have guessed that I would end up sharing my life with both brothers, not just Vash. Though I can say with all honesty, it had not been an easy or quiet process.

"Let's see, I see some grass, a few flowers, oh look the tree might have grown a little more," he murmurs against my shoulder as he slowly kisses it, his tongue gently flickering against my pulse in that way that makes my blood race every time. "Why not enjoy the view from the bedroom?" he inquires, his long fingers slowly sneaking their way under the edge of my blouse to rest on my stomach.

Giggling even more, I nod. The view has nothing to do with our bedroom and I know it. Since they had realized I was pregnant two weeks ago, they had been trying to keep me inside the house during the day, and out of the bright sunlight. This meant there have been lots of long days in bed, because if I am going to be in bed I insist that they join me, which they are not complaining about.

Feeling me nod, he stands, offering me a hand up.

Accepting it, he pulls me to my feet, leaning down to kiss my lips softly before turning and opening the door for me. Once inside the house, I spot Vash leaning against wall by the top of the stairs with a smile on his beautiful face.

Humming, I start to climb up the stairs only to find myself picked up from behind half way up and carried to our room. Once in the room, he carefully sets me on the bed and the two brothers stand side by side for a moment with almost identical expressions on their face.

"She was outside again, what are we going to do with her?" Vash murmurs as he unbuttons the front of his shirt.

Knives smirks in response, "I think she's bored, we can fix that you know." He hardly ever wears clothes with buttons as he pulls the long sleeve shirt he favors over his head to reveal a well sculpted body.

"Let's," Vash replies, walking over to the edge of the bed and sitting down next to me, one slender hand coming to brush against the side of my face in a caress that I lean into.

Smiling at him, I decide that attacking Vash sounds like fun, so I pounce on him, knowing he is not expecting it and knocking him back onto the mattress. Even after these last few years together, I know he is self conscious of the scars covering his body. Particularly when Knives joins us with his almost perfect body. Pushing his unfastened shirt open, I lean down to slowly kiss my way up his stomach, gently touching each scar as I pass it until I have reach his face and kiss him full on the lips.

Somewhere along the way his arms escape the confines of his shirt and come to wrap around me. Our lips move slowly together, tongues touching and meeting, exploring. Even after all this time, it still seems so new to me.

Behind me I can feel Knives crawl on the bed. Settling so he has Vash pinned beneath both of us. His fingers loop on the bottom of my shirt, slowly pulling it off. As he does so, Vash and I stop kissing while he pulls it over my head. During that time, Vash decides to kiss down my throat, across my chest and to my sensitive breasts. Both brothers take turns cupping them with their hands while each caresses me in his own fashion.

I sometimes wonder if they use their telepathy to decide what to do so they don't have to break off using their mouths in the process.

Beneath me I can feel Vash's body straining against his remain clothes, while behind me I can feel that Knives had completely stripped as his body presses into me. Pulling me backwards, he frees Vash from our combined weights. Vash finishes stripping before pulling my skirt that I was wearing off, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. Both brothers go to work distracting me again. Knives turns me to face him, lifting me as if I am a rag doll, while Vash fits himself behind me. Again both brothers take their time running their hands across my body, using their mouths, and otherwise being pleasant.

Eventually, I am not sure when, all three of us end up stripped, but I love the feel of both of their solid bodies against mine. Ironically enough, it is Vash's scarred body that I prefer, it tells a story, and though I do not know all of it, I do know that I enjoy the person it has made him.

What seems oh-so-slowly I find myself settled over Vash, his cock hard against my entrance. Before I can even finish processing, he is sliding in and I am gasping from the feeling. It's still amazing, no matter how often it happens. Slowly, I think to drive me insane, he moves against me.

Behind me, I can feel that Knives is gently rubbing my ass, one long finger playing with my asshole.

I still remember the first time he had done so and the shock I had felt, even though I am now used to it, it still surprises me at time. Of course both brothers take turns, though I do not know how it is decided. Again, I think it is something the do with telepathy at the time.

As the pleasure overrides my mind, I cannot help but think that life happens to be perfect.