His Precious Flower

Chapter 11

"Damn Dimitri! Skinny dipping with a Hot chick? You didn't invite us!"

"What you don't want to share? I bet she wants a taste, huh baby?"

The blonde man who spoke first smacks the head of the brown haired man who had grabbed his

crotch while winking at me.

"Control your friend," Dimitri growls as he walks us to the bench on the side of the pool.

He sits so that he faces the men and I face his chest, but the water covers my back and below.

"Sorry man. He can't make a good joke."

The other man makes a cry of protest.

"You know you don't have to hide her though right? You never bring girls up here so I assume

you like her alot. If she's gonna be part of our lives she should get used to being nude in front of

people."

I wrinkle my brow in confusion and look and Dimitri questioningly.

He turns me around so that I face the two strangers now and I gasp trying to cover my boobs.

My hands are held away though and my top is barred naked to the men.

It's embarrassing and I'm ready to yell at Dimitri before both of his hands let go of my wrists and

reach around to grab at my fleshy mounds.

I gasp again when he begins to massage them leisurely infront of the men.

"Dimi-"

"This is Ivan, my brother and his friend Danil."

The two men wave and begin undressing like we aren't here.

I gape in disbelief until they're completely nude and lowering themselves into the water.

"What are they doing," I whisper yell to the man behind me.

I can feel him shake his head as he's leaned into my hair.

"I didn't want to rush you into anything. Tradition in this family and those associated with us is

to have everything out in the open. It's a sign of honesty and integrity. When we have gatherings

on this rooftop, everyone strips. You'll get used to it."

I'll get used to it?

This is normal? Are they nudists?

When I don't answer, Dimitri sends a particularly harsh squeeze to my boobs and I whine a bit.

"Easy on her t**s brother. Especially if you want them to provide you with milk."

My jaw drops yet again and I wish for nothing more than Ivan and Danil to stop staring hungrily

at my chest.

"You know those are myths mother told us. Breasts can withstand a bit of playing."

He bounces my right tit in his hand while his guests chuckle.

"Tell us, just how serious are you about this one?"

The question comes from Danil and he eyes me greedily when asking.

"Very," Dimitri says in a darker tone than usual.

"Wonderful," Ivan claps.

"Then let's get to the learning curve of Ivashkov prefferred tradition. I assume you went over

your rules?"

Dimitri must nod because his brother proceeds to go off on a rant.

"Lovely. About earlier, you are not required to provide an heir-"

"Ivan!"

Dimirti is tense behind me, but his brother waves a hand.

"Just to get things in the open D. We're naked after all. It's practically law to tell the whole truth

now. She should know if you're to wed her."

I'm extremely confused and unsure of how we got on this topic. Who said anything about

marragie?

"Like I said, you don't NEED to have children, but what many Ivashkov men do is they get their

wives to produce milk despite not yet being pregnant. Then as their wives need their milk ducts

emptied every few hours, the men bring them everywhere and ease the need the woman has by

drinking from her. In many cases, they invite the brother, that being me, to take care of the other

breast. This connects both the men and the woman, providing pleasure and nurishment to all. I

suppose what I'm asking brother," Ivan says now standing closer than I'd like.

"Is if you've broken in our new woman yet?"

His eyes drift to my boobs with the same hunger as before and now I understand why.

My stomach flips and I feel sick at the image of this sicko sucking on me.

Is this what they do?

Dimitri takes in girls to make her give free and fresh breastmilk to him and his brother?

In a split second decision, I rip myself out of Dimitri's arms and Dodge Ivan's grip, stepping onto

the bench and launching myself out of the pool.

My knee scrapes the the ground, but I stand and run anyway.

"Flavia!"

"Goddamn it! Get her Danil!"

Luckily all the men are in the pool and by the time they get out, I've locked the doors so they

can't get back inside.

Knowing they could produce a key easily, I run through the house and ride down the elevator.

I need to get out of here.

Passing the bedroom, I grab a wayward shirt and don't dare to stop for anything else.

These men are sick.

"Flavia!"

Dimitri's voice hits my ears and I take off in a sprint.

Just get to the door.

The door.

I'm almost there, but the footsteps close behind me make me nervous.

"Flavia!"

Just a little further...