Babygirl

Rom couldn’t take out of his mind how his sister-in-law looked so pretty as a Dabo girl. How she was the prettiest of them all...

He couldn’t get her out of his head, period.

It was no use touching himself thinking of her anymore. Whenever he watched her wearing those provocative couture made by Garak and designed by her... All he wanted was to touch her. All he wanted was to feel her and make her moan his name, instead of Quark’s...

A name he unfortunately, had heard many times out of her perfect lips.

But now he was leaving for an Engineering capacitation trip, probably for good. He’d never see her again. He’d never touch her, or smell her closer to him. She’d never know how he still felt.

As for Romy... The little girl was thriving. She was also another reason he still wanted Brenda so bad.

That baby could have been his.

But Brenda probably didn’t even think of him.

“What’s your problem?” asked Quark, sounding annoyed. “It’s not just because you’re leaving tomorrow that you’ll become contemplative and neglect work!”

“You’re right, brother. I quit. I’m gonna pack my bags.”

Suspicious, Quark tried to force out of Rom what was wrong.

“I... can’t tell you, brother.”

“Rom, you’re leaving. We’ll probably never see each other again. I think now’s the time for you to tell me anything.”

Sighing wistfully, Rom stared at Brenda, and she waved at him, all smiles.

“You’re still obsessed with my wife? Come on, Rom!”

“You don’t have to worry, brother. I’ll stay in my room today, for the rest of the day. I can’t take this anymore and it’s better that I stay away from her.”

But Quark didn’t allow him to leave that fast.

“I know I’m gonna regret this. But I don’t want us to part this way. I’ve always been a shitty brother. Nog almost lost his chance at the Academy because of me. I deceived you, robbed you... And I know my wife cares about you, Rom. I think she’d leave me if I allowed you to go without saying goodbye. She likes you, Rom. If I asked her to give you a chance—“

“Brother! What are you saying? You can’t share your wife with me, no matter how justified you find it to be! And I don’t want her to do this for pitying me! I’m so sick of being pitied!”

Rom left, miserable.

Quark knew Rom was right. And yet, he beckoned his wife.

The doorbell woke Rom. He could barely believe it was Brenda when he ordered the door open, forgetting he was in boxers and in bed. Was he dreaming?

“Quark talked to me,” she explained, entering his messy room. If he had known, he’d have thrown that mess somewhere else.

“Oh, won’t you need clothes to travel?” she said, grabbing a tee from the floor, looking a little disgusted.

And as Rom could see, he should have thrown his clothes away.

“Yes. What do you want?”

“You don’t have to be rude! It was Quark’s stupid idea! I mean, not that I... Um...”

Rom stood up and demanded the lights to turn on. Brenda was so beautiful, it was like she had a halo around her. And wearing those pajamas he liked, that light peignoir, her skin looked almost as silky and fluid as the fabrics enveloping her...

Rom just stared at her, dreamily, tucking her blonde hair behind her ear.

“Rom... I told Quark I’d do it out of pity. But I lied. I’ve—I’ve always thought how it would be... Then you told me how you felt about me... It was really hard for me back then. And now, I just—I hope you don’t think ill of me, but—“ she babbled, disconcerted.

He didn’t have to think anything. He could hear her heartbeat from such a close distance.

“Are you sure?” he asked, already coming closer to her. When she nodded, his lips were already on hers. Pulling her hand on him for her to feel how hard he was while they kissed, Rom moaned, like he had created the one Rule of Acquisition that solved every Ferengi problem, and had won a prize for it. Flattered, Brenda laughed on his mouth, hardly believing she was touching his length, even if it was over the boxers.

“Rom...” she moaned between kisses, interrupting him, feeling guilty, self-conscious and nervous.

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked, sounding let down.

“No, of course not! It’s just that... You may be the one disappointed.”

“Never! This is my greatest dream coming true!”

“I’m your greatest dream—Rom!” she kissed him, giggling, while he carressed her breasts over her pajamas shirt and the girl sighed, throwing her head back.

“So soft... So warm...” he hissed, ripping the peignoar and pulling the shirt over her head, staring at her.

She couldn’t believe Rom had that side. Brenda flushed at the way he was staring at her, like she was someone he could eat up. Like she was Latinum. Embarrassed, Brenda lowered her head. But Rom held her chin, and gently made her stare into his eyes, smirking. She turned the brightest shade of pink, which seemed to please him, for some reason. Her breathing accelarated. While Rom pulled her to him and kissed her, everything she felt was enhanced by her own dreams coming true. Improper dreams she used to have about him. While the Ferengi touched and carressed her breasts and between her legs, she gasped loudly, trembling, losing control of herself.

“I’ve always wanted to do that...” he chuckled, honored at seeing how he could destabilize her, kissing her tenderly to calm her. “I could smell you when my brother—Well, it was never me. Only on the occasion I told you my feelings. It was very hard to stop myself then. I knew you wanted this as much as I did.”

“What? You could... smell me? That's not creepy at all!"

“I can, especially now. I thought you knew. The Ferengi have a sharp sense of smell. I didn’t mean to embarrass you, there’s no need—“

“This is so weird! You’re practically my brother!”

Brenda gasped, as he laid her on the blue mattress with not too much care, and admired the girl, lying on top of her. Carressing her eyebrows, lips and long eyelashes, Rom looked at her, fixedly. Brenda finally got uncomfortable with all that devotion, covering herself up and looking away, face aflame.

“Let me look at you, please...” he touched her chin, compelling her to look at him. “I feel like you’re about to vanish into a puff of smoke...” he whispered, carressing her hair, kissing her forehead.

Brenda started crying, convulsively. But Rom didn’t have to ask her why, even though mesmerized by her reaction. Pulling down her shorts and panties, he stared at her, dazzled, leaving her only in socks.

“So beautiful...” he hissed, touching her pussy ever so softly. Brenda involuntarily opened herself more for him, as if inviting. While he explored her, gasping again, Brenda came on his hand without meaning to. But before she could get ashamed, Rom stared at her juices all over his fingers, amazed, like he had won a prize. Then, he finally went down on her.

“Rom...” she wanted to ask for him to stop. She wanted to protest and say that it was Quark’s... territory.

But Quark wasn’t there. So she just gave in and moaned Rom’s name.

As if he knew what he was doing, Rom sucked her bud and she writhed, grabbing on the bedsheets, convulsing, crying out his name at the apex of her passion.

“I may not survive this,” Brenda thought, shaking all over with the after-effects of everything so far.

“Those two... They are Jupiter gravity intense.”

“If they drive me to insanity... I’d gladly be committed to an asylum for eternity.”

“I’ve been studying,” Rom said smiling at her, as a mean of an explanation. “I’ve been studying many things about you, and now all I want is to look at your face like that... Pink, flustered, your disheveled, sweaty hair... There’s nothing more powerful than knowing you’re like that because I left you this way,” he said, as he flicked one of her nipples delicately. Brenda gasped, trying to hold back tears at his speech. As he played with her breasts, the girl moaned and gasped, touching herself. Rom stared at her, fascinated.

“No. Today is my day, Babygirl,” Rom said, touching her bud while she whimpered, involuntarily moving against his hand. “Today, you won’t have to do anything. Well... Perhaps now, I’ll let you. I’ll let you help me, my beautiful, beautiful Dabo girl. Let me watch you pleasure yourself, just like when you think of me and I can’t be there.”

The blonde got the gist. While Rom sucked and suckled the pink tips, Brenda played with her bud, until she shook and cried out his name, forgetting her own.

When she realized Rom was on top of her, she knew what he wanted. Brenda didn’t have to protest now, just like she didn’t protest when it had been Quark. What was the use? However, she could barely see anything when Rom got rid of his boxers. He was too quick, too skilled. And she wasn’t thinking, completely forgetting about her curiosity, staring at that face plastered with a smirk she couldn’t recognize. Rom slid into her, sighing, hissing, and it was so much better than in her dreams. So much better!

Good god, Prinadora was such an idiot!

“All right?” he asked, looking a little too proud and a lot more embarrassed, as he moved inside her and she watched it, looking enthralled. “Well, those brothers have a huge talent!” Rom played with her bud and Brenda gasped, closing her eyes, opening herself further. It was such an intimate gesture, but so ordinary between her and Quark! Rom seemed to have noticed her reactions, so he played with her, as if each gasp and moan she emmited were a sign that she was making music to him.

Brenda wanted to tell him it was better than ‘all right’. It was better than anything she ever thought it would be.

But she couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

“Do you really have to leave?” she asked, holding him tight while they moved faster in unison, knowing she shouldn’t have held him that tight, or asked anything. She gasped and moaned, and entranced, he stared at her glazed eyes as she came. Entwining their fingers, Rom buried himself into her hair and moaned her name, trembling.

It was so strange feeling someone that wasn’t Quark flowing inside her.

“Now more than ever,” he said, regretting, holding her even tighter, like they would fuse. "I love you. I can't live so close to you and not touch you anymore. I'm nothing without you. I'm sorry for being so selfish."

Brenda could finally not hold the tears.

“You know I love you, right?" she sobbed, holding him. "This was a stupid idea. Your stupid idea. Yours and Quark’s! And you didn’t even ask me anything about this!”

“You don’t have to leave now, Brenda!” he said, almost begging when he saw her trying to find her own clothes amidst all that mess.

“Shit! How can you think with this mess all over your room? You’re a slob! Where’s the bathroom?”

“Stay...” he whispered, eyeing her like a puppy dog. “What’s the point in leaving now?”

She scoffed, jumping on the bed and lying near him, while they made out.

“The guy that Prinadora left you for must have had a lot of money! Richer than the Nagus!” Brenda laughed out loudly, disbelieving.

He chuckled, kissing her, while the session re-started.

The next day, while Brenda was sweeping the bar, Quark kept sounding her out.

“So?”

“So?” she mocked.

“Oh, come now, Brendy! What was it like?”

“Different,” she shrugged.

“Better?” Quark sounded dejected.

“See? That’s exactly why I told you it was a bad idea! No. Not better. Different. It’s like you’re great, but Rom... Well, there’s no comparison. You’re both great, but in different ways.”

“Good, because Rom is not leaving anymore. So I hope he got you out of his system.”

“Wait, what?” Brenda almost screeched. “Quark, he cannot stay!” she exclaimed, panicky. “What happened between us was not just something I could forget and keep going with my life! I am not like that, Quark! You know how important intimacy is for me! You know it, Quark! That is not fair!”

“Now, hear me out Brendy...” Quark started while Brenda left, jogging.

When someone held her by the wrist, gently.

It was Rom.

“Ugh! Let go of me! You fooled me, Rom!”

“I didn’t. I talked to my brother. If you’re willing to have us both, we’d be willing to—“

“Oh, by the Great fucking Golden Coin! How dare you! How dare you treat me like your personal whore!”

“It wasn’t our intention, Brendy,” affirmed Quark. “I only wanted to see you happy. And I’ve always known you loved my brother. I don’t mean to ‘share’. You’re no whore, Brendy. You’re a pervert, and sometimes you scare even me, makes me afraid I won’t be able to handle you. That arrangement wouldn’t make of you a whore. It’s me and Rom, and we’re not strangers. Stop lying to yourself that you don’t want this. I know better. And if it’s something you taught me, is that you always choose what’s best for you.”

“Mm. Really? And only now you learned that? Call me a ‘pervert’, you being who you are! You really are an asshole!”

“It’s the truth. Most of the customers already know it, and they know better than pinning the blame on me, when you won't let me work. Perhaps Rom can help me on that department,” said Quark, sounding sarcastic and amused, but also sounding like he knew he was right.

“Look, Brenda... This is to make you feel happy,” Rom started, before she could say anything. “Well, I’ll be happy too, but I’ll abide by your choice.”

“And honestly, you look like sunshine today,” said Quark, smacking her ass, making her smile. “You won’t have to tell Ishka you have two... Well. One husband. Rom is happy just to be your lover.”

“Is this... really happening?” Brenda asked, dazed.

“Yeah, I wanna see you happy, baby,” said Quark, touching her chin. “You haven’t been your usual self since you knew my brother was leaving.”

“Oh! Then I have a few ideas!” said Brenda, excited, eyes shiny bright. “When can us three meet for... You know, together at the same time, as a threesom—“

“No!” the brothers shouted, at the same time.

“Don’t push it, Brendy,” concluded Quark. “I told you, you have issues...” he muttered.

“What?” she screeched in frustration. “I have issues? It was your idea! I thought you said you wanted me happy?” Brenda finally sounded angry. ”Ugh! This isn’t over!”

But before any of them could answer, five year old Romy went running towards Quark's embrace, saving the day, showing that yes, for now... It was over.