One Bride for Five Brothers

“You don’t have to do anything,” Stan instructs her. “We’ll do everything.”

Charlie pulls her dress open further while Tim tugs the sleeves off her shoulders so that she's lying on top of her dress, just in her bra and panties. But even that covers too much of her creamy, luxe body. Tim opens her bra from the back and lets loose those beautiful, glowing orbs. As soon as they’re exposed, Tim and Stan each take one for themselves, slurping noisily, licking from the full outer borders to swirl around her tight pink nipples.

She arches her back and moans, pushing her knees open automatically. Tom leaps over the back of the couch so that he can taste her mouth, leaning over, and I stare into the tempting blue triangle of her panties. Charlie glances at me, encouraging me, but I shake my head. Not yet. There's so much to explore here, I want to save that for last. I want to know she's really ours.

But still, her moans are almost too much to bear. As Tim and Stan suckle her harder and harder, she twists and groans, her voice filling the air. Her hand sneaks across her belly and into the front of her panties. The knuckles of her fingers nudge against the fabric as she slides her fingers against her sex, working her magic quickly.

My cock is so full I want to come just from watching, just as she does, just as she lifts her beautiful, luscious ass off the sofa and clenches her thighs. I'm only moments away from coming myself when she slumps back, breathless and spent, shuddering as Tim and Stan leave her titties coated in glistening moisture.

“That's a good girl,” Stan coos. “That's exactly what we wanted, right, boys?”

He brushes the hair back from her forehead as her eyelashes flutter and her breathing gradually slows. Glancing back at me, he raises his eyebrows in question. I nod slowly. I never really thought we would want to do this again, want to take on another woman again, but here she is. And so far… she seems perfect.

Chapter 6

Vanessa

In the morning, the golden light through the window makes this pink room seem like a Technicolor wonderland. It’s like I'm living on the inside of a flower, just about ready to bloom. Like I’m encapsulated in a rosebud or something.

As I stretch luxuriously, one tiny morsel of memory pokes through the fog of my brain: crabapple wine. Was it really wine? Liqueur? Hooch, even? Whatever it was, it was magical.

Five beautiful brothers, all at once, going over my body with a fine tooth comb. I felt like a princess, like I was being worshiped in no uncertain terms. I had no idea my nipples were that sensitive, even. As soon as I had Tim and Stan with my breasts in their mouths, their tongues beating my nipples mercilessly, I felt like I was going to explode. All I could think about was how much I wanted them, how much I wanted that feeling, and then I…

Oh my. Right in front of them?

Yes, I did. I touched myself right in front of them. I bet Charlie or Hank could probably see right up into me as I touched myself until I came. I've never done that in front of one person, let alone five.

In fact, I hardly ever do it at all. Somehow I managed to be the only girl in my dorm who didn't lose her virginity in the first two weekends. Once I missed the window, I just sort of kept it up. All of my dorm mates were going out every weekend to party and hook up and I guess they just all picked their dance partners. I didn't get asked and I didn't know how to cut in.

But I'm not going to tell them that. How embarrassing!

I feel a million times better than I did yesterday morning, when that hangover was kicking my butt. I have to remember to not overindulge on the wine, especially if it's right next door. It’s a little too tempting, since it's so delicious and so available. Maybe I should give myself some kind of rule. A quota or something. Or I could try to exercise a little self-control.

Self-control… like I exerted self-control when I made myself come in front of five men? Oh boy.

“Vanessa, you're a grown woman and you’re going to own this,” I

say out loud into the bright pink air of my bedroom. “Own it, girl. That was some good shit, and you deserve it.”

After my little lecture, I figure I might as well get up and get dressed. I'm hungry again, ravenous even. I think I can almost smell coffee coming up from downstairs and it makes my belly rumble.

Quickly I get dressed, after a brief shower to refresh. I pick out a fluttery violet tank top and cut off shorts. I expect today will be pretty hot, and I'd like to explore the forest a little bit more.

“Oh, there she is,” my dad smiles as I come into the kitchen.

“Here I am,” I say automatically, since this is our habit. He's always “discovering” me. And I'm always being “discovered,” like the wildlife in their documentaries. It's just the way we talk to each other since I was a little girl.

My mom waves a spatula at me and goes back to flipping ham steaks in the cast-iron pan. She scratches absentmindedly at her hip and casts her weight to one side. Her long, wavy hair flows down her back in a shiny river.

“Coffee?” my dad asks me, splashing me a full cup without waiting for my answer.

Breakfast is delicious and simple. Flapjacks, eggs and ham steak. Cottage fries and some extremely tart blackberries.

“I found this giant blackberry bramble out on the south end,” my dad says, squinting at a handful of dark berries. “I wonder if they ripen up a little sweeter than this.”

“They will work for jam, anyway,” I remark, biting into a couple more and crunching through the seeds. “It's kind of neat to have these around.”

“Yeah, I found some old grape vines even, and a bunch of blueberries too, that aren’t ready.”