One Bride for Five Brothers

“Who said I wasn't feeling well?” she pouts.

“Well you just look… I mean, you look gorgeous, of course,” I babble. “There's just something… you know. Like, I don't know. I get the feeling you're not feeling well, is all.”

She raises her eyebrows at me.

“Which is totally your business, and not mine,” I finish quickly.

“Thanks for the blankets,” she replies curtly.

“Oh, those,” I say, glancing over my shoulder. “Stan just mentioned you might be kinda chilly out here. I should probably show you how to use the potbellied stove too, unless you’re familiar? Or, we’ll all keep it stoked for you. We know how to do it. We'll keep the cabin toasty warm, how about that?”

“I think I know how to do it,” she sighs.

She turns back around toward the kitchen and jiggles the bubbling coffee pot on the stove. She takes down two coffee cups, standing up on her toes and showing me those pink soles of her cute little feet. When she stretches the nightgown rides up, revealing that little line under her ass cheek, that sweet little crescent I love diving my tongue into.

I come up behind her, reaching around to cup of those gorgeous tits in my hands, squeezing gently. My hard-on fits perfectly in her ass crack and I nudge her gently against the counter, hoping she'll respond.

“Ow,” she says.

I freeze.

“Ow? What did I do?”

She shifts away, crossing her arms over her chest and shrugging apologetically.

“I don't know… My boobs hurt, I guess. Sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. Just kind of sensitive, I suppose.”

“Aw, shit, my bad,” I say. “Well, there’s all kinds of other stuff I can do without your gorgeous tits in my hands. Why don’t you come back into bed with me? We’ve got new blankets to try out…”

She smiles sweetly. “Why don’t you carry me?”

“Your wish is my command,” I answer immediately, lifting her in my arms with almost no effort.

She curls up delicately and nibbles at my neck as I sweep her across the room, laying her in the middle of the bed. I draw up the nightgown and slip her panties down at the same time, thrilled to see that trailing line of moisture from her swollen, pink lips to the crotch of her girly little panties.

“Ready for me already?” I murmur happily. “I'm honored, Vanessa.”

“God, yes. I want you so bad!” she groans, pushing her hips up toward my face.

I gasp at the brazen invitation and dive in, plunging my tongue into that dark, sweet hole, lifting up to suckle her tiny pearl. With abandon, I suck and lick her whole sex, slurping the juices and swallowing as she grinds against my face, her fingers clawing the bedspread, her body heaving in my arms.

Just before she comes, I slip two fingers inside her, tapping forward on her G spot in time with nibbling her clit between my teeth, battering it with my tongue. She calls out, squealing as she comes. A stream of liquid spurts out, splashing across my tongue, almost too fast to swallow.

Her body is covered in sweat. She pants and gasps, muttering gibberish and giggling to herself with satisfaction.

“That's my girl,” I coo, crawling up to be even with her in the bed, wrapping her in my arms.

"Oh my God, I don't even know what came over me! I came so hard!”

“You squirted into my mouth,” I chuckle.

“I did?” she gasps, her eyes flying wide open. “I did that? I thought that was a myth!”

I shrug, amazed. “You know what, I thought it was a myth too. But wow. The guys are going to be so jealous!”

“Well don't tell them!” she objects, smacking my shoulder playfully.

I caress her cheek, her hair, watching as her eyes go half closed. She shivers with bliss.