One Bride for Five Brothers

But I'm not even prepared for what I see when they open the door for her.

First I see it through her eyes, that look of surprise and delight. I follow right behind her, eager to see what she's so happy about.

The transformation is miraculous. All my old stuff is gone: the posters, the squat dresser from my childhood. I never even felt the need to get anything more than a twin bed. That ratty striped rug is gone too.

Somehow, in the past couple of days they have found time to paint it a beautiful peach color. Pale curtai

ns line the windows. Instead of my twin bed, there's an enormous four-poster with a really tall mattress. So tall, there is a small step stool on the side.

Instead of my little dresser, there’s a long, cream-colored dresser with a mirror at the back. The top has two ornate trays. Charlie holds his hands out.

“You can put your makeup or whatever over here,” he suggests helpfully.

“You guys… this amazing!” she whispers.

“Wait… are you crying?” Tom says, starting to panic. “Do you hate it? I mean, we could start again! You can have my room!”

She waves her hand in the air, pausing. The tip of her nose is pink and she presses her lips together for a few seconds. “I think it is just hormones!” she explains. “It’s a good thing, you guys. I'm just so happy!”

“Oh, thank heaven!” Tim sighs. He comes close to her, dipping down to reach underneath her knees and sweeping her off her feet. She laughs and drapes her hands around his neck as he swoops over toward the bed and drops her in the middle of it.

“Guys, guys!” I shout out a warning. “Don't just be throwing her around like that!”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. Then she gets up on her knees and starts to undress.

“You know what, I don't think I like being treated like a porcelain doll,” she announces.

“We’re just trying to protect you,” Hank grumbles.

She pulls her blouse over her head and quickly unhooks her bra, spilling those big, beautiful tits out.

“I don't want to be protected,” she informs us archly. “I've got needs, you understand? Serious, serious needs. So you want to know what you can do for me?”

Tom and Charlie circle closer to the bed, licking their lips in anticipation.

“Okay, what do you need?” Hank says, his voice thick. I watch him step out of his pants as he approaches, clearly already game for whatever she's going to require of him.

“All of you,” she says, pushing that little skirt down over her hips. I see just the top edge of the dark patch of her pubic hair. Just that sweet welcome mat.

“No, that's not a good idea. Is it? I don't think we should —”

She holds up one finger to shush me and I clamp my lips closed immediately.

“You know what? You are going to go first,” she says in a commanding voice.

I put my hands up to object.

“I really don't think that's a good idea,” I say nervously. “I mean, can't one of the other guys warm you up first? Shouldn’t you go slow? Should you —”

“Stan!” she exclaims. “Get your ass over here and fuck me!”

My heart is beating faster as she smiles, her cheeks dimpling, throwing her hair back over her shoulder. She looks magnificent, strong and full of herself. As she pushes her skirt down the rest of the way, I see her pink lips protruding from that dark hair, an unmistakable invitation.

Her fingers drift over her full belly, burying in that sweet thatch. I watch as she spreads herself open with two fingers, the skin so inviting and pink.

“Stan… I'm waiting,” she sighs. She leans back on the pillows, planting her heels wide apart. Her sex opens like a flower before me, rows and rows of crinkly petals. My mouth waters.

“It’s my day, though,” I hear Charlie mutter next to me. “But you better do as she says. Hurry up, would you?”