Arthur Sakho

"Don't be nervous," Trevon said using the exact words I had used on him when we first arrived at my house.

"I'm not nervous," I said from the passenger seat. The road we were on lead up. The houses got fancier and more spread out as we went. He had just told me we were almost there.

He reached across the center console and squeezed my hand. "My family is going to love you. That's Alex's house." He let go of my hand to point to a modern looking house to the right. "And this is my house," he said as we pulled into the driveway on the left. The house was more rustic looking than Alex's, but still just as extravagant. They really couldn't even be called houses. They were mansions. I thought my family mansion was large, but his was huge. There was a little stream running through the yard. There was snow on the ground and the edges of the stream were iced over.

"Where is Vincent's family house?"

"Up a little further," Trevon said. "His is the last and biggest house on this street. He never considered it much of a home though."

He pulled into one of the many spaces in the garage, turned off the engine and looked at me. "Ready?" he asked.

I nodded a little too vigorously. I was aware I was doing it, but couldn't stop myself.

"Is it my sisters that scare you?" he asked.

I wasn't sure what it was that caused my nerves to jump sporadically. It might have been his sisters. It might have been meeting his parents. And it especially might have been meeting his grandpa that he adored.

He took my hand and squeezed it. "Don't worry, Art. They are going to love you. How could they not? Everyone loves you."

My heart eased at his words. "Of course, Sweetie," I said. "Everyone loves me." I was much calmer now.

We got out of the car, but left our bags inside for the moment. He took my hand as we walked to his front steps. Trevon's free hand reached out to open the door, but the door opened inward at that moment. In the doorframe stood a woman who could only be Trevon's mother. She had the widest smile on her face.

"Welcome home," she said to Trevon, but her eyes left him quickly to fall on me. She didn't even give me time to be nervous as she stepped forward to wrap me in a tight hug. "Welcome," she said and patted me motherly on the back.

"Thank you," I said.

She pulled away and cupped my cheeks in her hands. "Aren't you just the handsomest thing," she said.

"Okay, mom," Trevon said and pulled her off me. She turned to him and wrapped him in a warm hug.

"I missed you, Trevy," she said.

"Don't call me that, mom." The smile on his face and his light tone defied his words.

A man appeared behind Trevon's mom, but I wasn't sure how long he had been there. I assumed he was Trevon's dad.

He smiled kindly at the interaction between mother and son. Then his eyes found me. His smile disappeared as he scanned me up and down. My heartbeat picked up. Then he stepped forward and crushed me in a bear hug similar to what my dad gave me. He was thinner than my dad, but equally strong.

"Dad," Trevon said. "Let him breathe."

His dad pulled back and looked at me. He clapped me on the shoulder. I pretended it didn't hurt because the man was clearly just being overly jovial, but it did hurt. "So this is the dancer that our son likes more than anyone else," he said.

I wasn't sure how to respond to that because as much as I knew Trevon loved me, I didn't think he would put me above his parents and grandpa. Which was fine with me. Our relationship was still young even though it felt longer since we spent practically every day together.

"I love him," Trevon said.

His parents looked at him. His dad nodded and then said, "Well, let's go inside. It's freezing out here."

"Come in," Trevon's mom said warmly. She took her son's hand and pulled him inside. He quickly grabbed my hand and pulled me in after them.

"Thanks for letting me come, Mrs. Carter, Mr. Carter," I said once the door was shut behind us. There was a room to the left that looked like a study. To the right was the living room. There was a set of stairs to the left beyond the study. The hallway continued down passed the stairs.

"Please call me Kerry," Trevon's mom said. "And then maybe eventually mom." Her smile grew even wider as if she were already planning our wedding. She nudged Trevon's shoulder knowingly with her own.

"And you may call me Chris," Trevon's dad said.

"Come in and sit down," a male voice called out from the living room.

Kerry and Chris led the way. Trevon followed, still holding my hand.

An older gentleman stood in front of a large, plush, reclining chair.

Trevon smiled wide and let go of my hand. "Hi, grandpa," he said. He hugged his grandpa longer than his parents. His grandpa closed his eyes while he squeezed Trevon. When he let go, he finally looked at me. "So. This is the boy," he said.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Carter," I said.

Trevon's grandpa smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you too. Sit." He indicated that we should all sit. Kerry and Chris sat on the couch, their fingers entwined.

Trevon took my hand. We sat on the loveseat.

"So, Arthur," Mr. Carter said. "What do you plan to do once you graduate?"

I smiled. That was a question I had no trouble answering. "I want to go to New York to dance."

Mr. Carter nodded. His eyes drifted to Trevon. "You know my grandson..."

"Can we talk about something else," Trevon interrupted. I was a little shocked. From the affection in his voice whenever he talked about his grandpa, I couldn't ever imagine him interrupting his grandpa.

Trevon's parents blinked at him shocked before their eyes drifted to Mr. Carter to see what his reaction would be.

Mr. Carter didn't say anything at first. Trevon's grip on my hand tightened as the silence stretched out. I didn't understand why Trevon interrupted him. I was willing to answer anything they asked me.

"What do your parents do?" Mr. Carter asked as he turned his attention back to me. I easily answered their questions for the next half hour. The topic never again roamed to dancing in New York. Although I was asked about what dance routines I had done in the past. They were eager to look at the videos I had on my phone of my practices.

The front door opened and a large, white dog came bouncing in. Her tail wagged furiously as she went first to Trevon's parents. They both greeted her warmly and leaned to pet her, but she dashed away to Trevon's grandpa before they could touch her. When she got close to him, she slowed and approached more carefully. I wasn't sure if it was because she knew he was the alpha of the family or if it was because he was old and she didn't want to hurt him. He patted the top of her head twice before she was rushing me and Trevon.

"No, Opal," Trevon cried out as she jumped up on us. She was so big that her body hovered over both of us as her tail wagged even more than it had. She licked Trevon's face eagerly as he shook his head from side to side. "Stop, Opal," he pleaded and got a mouthful of tongue. "Ugh," he said and tried to wipe his mouth.

I couldn't help but laugh. That drew Opal's attention to me. She licked my face. I reached up and scratched her as she continued to lick.

"Art, don't let her lick you like that," Trevon said.

"She's just being sweet, aren't you, girl?" I said. She leaned into me more with my words. I hugged her closer and touched our foreheads.

"I'm not going to kiss you if you keep letting her kiss you like that," Trevon said.

I pulled back to give him a look. "Stop being such a prude," I said.

"Yeah," one of Trevon's sisters said as all four of them came into the room. "Stop being such a prude." The other sister pulled Opal off me. "I'm Kylie," the first sister extended her hand. I took it but instead of shaking it, she gently pulled until I stood up. Trevon was quick to follow.

"Don't pull that crap already," Trevon said.

"I don't know what you mean," she said and blinked innocently.

"You're Brittany. That's Kylie. And before your fiance's can try the same thing, that one is Mark and that one is Leo. I didn't know how he could tell. I had thought there would be a mole or a freckle or some identifying mark to help me tell them apart, but there wasn't. These two sets of identical twins were really identical.

"It's nice to meet you," I said to them.

"Kylie," Kerry said, "remember to take Opal out every hour. I will not have a repeat of what happened last time."

"Opal peed in mom and dad's bed," Brittany whispered. "They got a new mattress too."

"Okay, mom,"Kylie said. "No worries. She's getting better, but I'll take her out every hour."

The Tanaka brothers approached me. They each threw an arm around me from either side and started to lead me to the front door. "We'll help you carry in your bags," they said at the same time. Opal followed at Leo's side.

"We can handle it ourselves," Trevon said as he quickly tried to follow, but was slowed down as his sisters looped their arms through his. I was worried for a brief moment, that his sisters would make Trevon stay behind leaving me alone with his future brother-in-laws, but they followed us out. Opal ran happily across the yard.

"Do you have videos on your phone of you dancing?" Kylie asked. She was the one in red. As long as they didn't change clothes, I'd be okay.

"Yes," I said. I happily found a video and passed it to her. We reached the car. Trevon opened the trunk.

"You are handsome," Leo said as both brothers still had their arms around my shoulders. He glanced at Kylie purposely. "Interested in a threesome?" he asked me with a knowing smirk.

I was too stunned to answer. It was like I had just been hypnotized by a predator and I couldn't move.

"No way," Trevon said. He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from them. "He's mine and I don't share."

Being in his arms, I finally felt like myself again. "Sorry, precious," I said. "I don't do threesomes." I wrapped my arms around Trevon's waist and put my head on his shoulder.

"I was just teasing," Leo said easily.

"Don't be fooled by him," Trevon said to me. "They are the kinkiest group of people you'll ever meet. And give him back his phone." His sisters were huddled around my phone protectively. They frowned, but handed my phone back to me.

Trevon grabbed both our bags. Kylie went to Mark and wrapped her arms around his waist while Brittany did the same to Leo. Trevon rolled his eyes and took my hand. He pulled me past them as they started to make out.

"Did I get them confused again?" I asked. "I thought Mark was Brittany's fiance."

"He is," Trevon said. "They are making out with each other's fiance's. I told you they were kinky."

They stopped kissing and went back to holding hands of their correct partners. Leo whistled and Opal came running to him from across the yard.

"At least they are entertaining," I said.

"If you want to call it that," Trevon said.

It was going to be an interesting week.