Quadruple Sext (Accidental Stepbrother 5)

“Fuck me, Nic. Put a condom on me and fuck me. Please,” Tristan implored; those languid, need-filled eyes made something ache deep inside of me with a need to ease his pain. I took the condom Michael handed me and put it on him.

I grasped him with my hand so that I could sink down onto him. I groaned at the powerful sensation of being opened. Daniel moved between Tristan’s splayed legs to pull me back against him. I braced myself there in his arms and laughed with delight when his hands moved down my body.

That laugh melted into a moan when the other brothers went for my nipples just as Daniel found my clit. He pressed his hands together over my labia to squeeze at the organ gently. That made my hips arch and Tristan started to move up into me. I’d planned to do most of the work, but the brothers decided on something else.

Tristan would have to do the thrusting, but I didn’t care. I’d lost myself in sweet, raging pleasure. My body was alive with a buzz that only they’d ever created within me. I felt that buzz in my skin, my bones, and in my blood. Straight into my brain, the buzz continued to bring me to a place that was wild and free.

I moved my face back, eager for someone to kiss me, and Daniel obliged. The sweet sensation of his silky tongue against mine and I knew it wouldn’t be long. A single breath could set me off right now. I’d burn into nothing but ash from the heat they created within me as every brother made it his job to touch me somewhere.

It was all too much, overwhelming, but not enough either. I wanted to touch back, to make them groan with me, but I also only wanted to come. I needed to get off, to explode, and when Daniel pressed a new pattern into my clit, directly on it now, the world spiraled into oblivion.

I tried to call out a name as the tight knots within me finally broke free and unfurled into wave after wave as they drove me deeper higher with each of their touches. My nails dug into Daniel’s arms, and I heard a shout from Tristan as he pulsed within me, but I couldn’t reply, I couldn’t unclench my fingers because my body was too busy feeling.

“I’m going to die,” I panted as I caught enough breath to speak. “You’ve killed me, I’m going to die.”

They all laughed, and Daniel drew me back, away from Tristan, to lie at the foot of the bed. “You’re not going to die, darling. You might pass out, but you won’t die.”

“Promise?” I demanded as I took a bottle of water Michael handed to me.

“I promise, Nicolette,” he answered.

“Okay. I’m going to sleep then.” I turned over onto my side and stared at the television against the wall. Daniel might promise that I wouldn’t die, but my heart was still racing in my chest as they all filed out to let me rest. Later, I decided, I’d shower, I’d do this all again. Because if I did die from it, I’d die happy.

The next morning, I told them all goodbye at the hotel door. My face was drowning in tears that I couldn’t stop. It was heartbreaking to watch them go and that’s when I knew I might love them all, after all. When it hurt to know they were flying so far away, it finally became crystallized for me. I was in love with four different men.

I drove home an hour later with a heavy heart, and when I went into the house Mom was there. She’d taken the day off to be with me and she was on the couch waiting for me. I went to her and sprawled on the couch with my head in her lap, the way I did with Brooklyn.

“I’m in trouble, Momma. No, I’m not pregnant. I’m just in love.” I cried against her leg as she soothed me with shushing noises and her fingers in my hair.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me about this pain that you call love.” It was an odd statement but made sense when she said it.

Could I tell her the truth, should I? Maybe I should wait, but something told me this was the moment to do it. Now was the right time. I swallowed my nervous fear and took a deep breath.

I pushed myself up from her lap and wiped at my eyes and nose. “There are four of them, Mom.”

“Four? What?” She looked confused and the tilt of her head asked me for more information.

“They’re brothers. Quadruplets. I’m in a relationship with all four of them.” I looked at her, my eyes full of fear and a plea for understanding.