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SHAWN

Watching Riley climb the stairs fills me with a kind of contentment I’ve never felt before. It’s not the fleeting relief I used to feel watching girls leave after sex, but something deeper. She’s staying. For the first time, she’s going to sleep in our bed and wake up in our space. The thought settles over me like a warm, satisfying weight.

“We have a spare toothbrush for you,” I call after her, leaning casually against the banister. “And some extra underwear.”

She stops mid-step, glancing down at me with a sweet, surprised smile. “You bought me underwear?”

“I don’t know if you’re aware,” I say with mock seriousness, “but there are these magical places called lingerie stores. And these other things called credit cards.”

Her smile turns sly. “And there are these people called smartasses.”

I grin, unfazed. “Do you want the panties or not?”

She laughs a soft, warm sound that makes me want to keep her here forever. “I would love the panties. At least, I think I want the panties. They’re not… like, some weird rubber latex gimp shit, are they?”

I clutch my chest dramatically. “How did you guess?”

She bites her lip to keep from laughing harder. “Fine. Bring on the panties, Romeo. Let’s see what kind of kinky horror you’re into!”

This time, we head to my room. It’s the master and has the biggest bed, much to Jacob’s annoyance. When we moved in, we drew straws, though, so he can’t argue about unfairness.

On the bed sits a red bag with ribbon ties containing everything Riley needs to be comfortable. A shirt to sleep in—one of our hockey shirts with Drayton emblazoned across the back—toiletries to freshen up, underwear, and a new top to wear tomorrow. She’s like a kid at Christmas looking through it all.

“How did you know my size,” she asks.

“Hayes takes note of all the important things,” I confess.

She beams at us all. “And there was me thinking you were using me for sex.”

“Oh, we are. We think a little compensation for your hard work is in order.”

“Shawn, baby. The multiple orgasms are compensation, but thanks for the extra effort. It’s appreciated.”

This time, before we descend into the sex, we all take turns in the bathroom, and when it’s Riley’s turn, she reappears wearing just the shirt, doing a twirl to show off our name that marks her as ours, and I growl in appreciation.

Jacob flicks off the light, and Riley climbs onto the bed, settling herself in the center like a gift at Christmas. All I want is to hear this girl scream my name.

Her toes are painted baby pink, and her legs stretch out, curvy, and ready to be parted. Is she wearing anything underneath? My mind rushes through both fantasies: the slow removal of something pretty or the easy access of nothing at all.

I guess I’m about to find out.

I haven’t spoken to my brothers about how tonight’s going to go. We’re not choreographing or planning, and I’m glad about that. The spontaneity cranks my chain, but it does mean we have to keep track of each other’s positions and intentions. It means we have to watch all of Riley’s responses, even in the throes of passion.

When I climb onto the bed, Riley’s eyes darken, roving over my body and zeroing in on my erection still contained behind tight black boxer briefs. She licks her lips. “You know, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to so much…” she waves her hands around my body, “...man perfection.”

“Jesus, don’t say that to him. We’ll never hear the end of it,” Hayes grumbles.

She waves her hands in his direction, too. “All this…” and then at Jacob, “...and this… how is one brain supposed to process it all? It’s just too much stimulation. My processor is overheating.”

“Nice computer analogy.” I smile. “And just for your information….this…” I wave my hands the way she did around us. “We feel the same about it.”

“Oh, sure,” she says. “You have more muscle-toned perfection in one ab than I do in my whole body, and there are three of you.”

“If I wanted to have sex with a muscled sex god, I’d jerk off,” I tell her, prompting a disgusted groan from my brothers. “But baby…the only person I want to have sex with is you.”

“Yep,” Jacob agrees. “Well, not the part about the muscled sex god, but the last part.”

She giggles, and it’s a sweet relief. I sense that she’s at war with herself. Sometimes, she’s shy and critical of her body, and other times, confident and comfortable. I want to make it my mission for her to understand, at all times, that she’s a gorgeous, sexy, desirable woman who should only be proud of the way she looks.

“If you can’t tell how much we love looking at you right now, maybe you need to take another look.”

I grip my erection, which feels like steel under satin, and nod at my brothers, who are also packing serious wood.

“Yeah. My eyes are gonna bleed if I look too much!” She covers her pretty eyes, allowing only a crack of space between her fingers like she’s trying to watch an eclipse without damaging her retinas.

“Baby… you better get used to it because anytime you’re in our bed, this is what you’ll face.” I shuffle close, take her hand and shove it down the front of my boxers, wrapping her cool fingers around my pulsing dick.

She shakes her head. “I guess a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do!”

“We’re sorry in advance for all the hard work you need to put in.”

“Mmmm…. I like the hard work,” she says, dipping her head to lick the tip of my dick, all the while holding my gaze. “Just ask my professors. I’m a dedicated and diligent student.”

A full-body shudder turns me into a quaking wreck, and she’s barely touched me. See, this is what I’ve been missing. A girl with enough sass to keep my mind as engaged as my body, curves for days, and a heart as big as her smile.

This is what I need in my life.

“I hope your professors aren’t schooling you on how to suck dick.”

She laughs and licks my dick again, swirling her tongue around the head. “You don’t know how many books have been written about that kink.”

Staring down at her, I wonder if that would turn her on. I could buy some black-rimmed glasses and thrift a tweed jacket with elbow patches. I could make her write lines like ‘I’m a bad girl for wanting to lick Professor Drayton’s dick.’ Oh shit. That rhymes.

When she wraps her mouth around the tip of my dick, my ridiculous inner monologue quiets, and my toes curl. “Oh, baby. Do that again, and I’m gonna treat you so good.”

She does it again, and the urge to grip the back of her head and control her pleasure-tortured licks and sucks is strong, but I resist. Anything she wants to do to me is perfect, and when she takes me deep, sucking with the right amount of pressure, I let her relish me like her favorite popsicle.

“Lift her shirt,” I tell Jacob, who’s running his hands up her thighs. “Let me see those beautiful tits.”

My brother peels our shirt off her body, revealing her nakedness beneath, and my mouth waters. I want a taste. I want her sweet little clit to swell against my tongue. Easing her from my dick, I tell her to lie down, and I take the prime place between her legs as my brothers gather at her sides to caress and kiss her.

I take a moment to kiss down her belly and over her perfectly curved hips, inhaling her scent, which is a mix of rose, vanilla, and Riley’s soft smell that makes my mind whisper more and mine and now .

The first lick is like heaven, and when she moans and grabs my hair, seeking more pressure, I give it to her, lapping until her thighs are shaking, and I have to anchor an arm tightly over her belly to keep her in place.

Jacob is whispering filth into her ear as Hayes sucks on her nipples, first one side, then the other. Her free hand clings to Jacob’s cock like it’s a life raft in a rough sea.

“That’s it, Riles. Stroke my dick. You’re making me so fucking hard,” Jacob growls. “Do you like Shawn’s tongue on your clit, and Hayes sucking those pretty nipples? Do you like having three of us play with your body until you’re shaking?” Jacob kisses her mouth before she can answer, and she groans deep in her chest. I watch everything over the length of her undulating body, drunk at the sight of us gathered around one woman.

This was what I was missing. My whole life, my brothers and I have been close. We’ve always done everything together, but women have usually been a separate experience, or if we played together, it was a one-off purely physical experience that tripped sexual switches but didn’t leave a lingering sense of satisfaction.

But this? It’s like we’re building something, forging bonds, and growing closer. It’s fucking important.

“Oh god,” Riley cries out, her body trembling and out of control; then she catches my head between her thighs, and all sound is muffled, but I get to watch her come apart from all our efforts, and it’s a spectacular sight.

When Riley relaxes enough to free me, I wrap up and push inside her for five testing thrusts. She’s so wet and warm, and the urge to chase my own orgasm tightens my balls and my abs. But tonight, I want something more.

“Jacob,” I say. “Suit up and get Riley in your lap, facing me.”

She blinks her pretty eyes as I pull out, dipping to lick her clit again just to hear her plaintive gasps. Jacob is ready in record time, positioning himself next to Riley. “Climb on, sweetheart,” he says, and Hayes and I watch as Riley settles onto Jacob’s waiting cock, her labia flaring, her mouth slack, and her tits heavy, tipped with wet, rosy nipples. She’s a goddess.

“You’re going to take us all,” I say, sliding my hands up her thighs. Her mouth drops open, but I press my finger to her lips. “We’ll take it slow.”

A slight nod of her head is all the permission I need. Jacob supports her by wrapping his arms around her waist as I angle the head of my dick to line up alongside my brother’s. It’ll be a tight squeeze, but that’s the point. I want Riley to feel so owned by us that no other man will even register in her periphery. Nothing and no one will ever make her feel as good as we can, and I won’t have to lose her like I lost Lucy.

Her sharp intake of breath, when I push inside just an inch, makes my balls draw high. Jacob curses, his arm around her middle tightening and his hand resting on the bed gripping the sheets. I kiss her mouth, sliding my tongue over hers in deep, languid strokes as she relaxes into me, and her pussy accepts more of my dick. I want to look at where we’re joined, but not until I’m all the way in and there’s no chance of her clamming up.

Riley groans low in her throat, her hands gripping my upper arms, nails digging in. She throws her head back and pants when I’m almost fully seated. “Fuck, Shawn.”

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I ask.

“Holy fuck,” is the reply. I guess that’s a yes.

Hayes turns her face and forces her to look at him. “Are you okay?” he asks huskily.

“Yes,” she gasps. “But what about you? I want you inside me, too.”

He groans, looking helplessly at her trapped between me and Jacob. “Not this time, baby,” he says. “We need to take it slow.”

“Her mouth,” Jacob reminds him. “She can take you in her mouth.”

“Yes.” Riley sounds relieved, reaching for Hayes’ cock and stroking it. “Let me suck you.”

He grazes her cheek with the back of his hand and rises so his dick is level with her mouth, stroking the wet tip over her bottom lip. “Open up,” he says and slides between her sweet puffy lips when she does. His size is so extreme that she just about takes the tip, but it’s enough to make him groan.

My cock swells, becoming so hard I tremble. I don’t want to shoot my load before I’ve felt her come. This has to be as good for her as it is going to be for us. The first thrust takes us all by surprise, but I don’t stop. Jacob, exhibiting the control of a samurai master, stays completely still as I do all the work, slicking my thumb to brush over Riley’s straining clit.

I get lost in the slide of my dick, the tightness and slickness, watching Riley pleasure Hayes with her mouth and Jacob hold on to her for dear life. I never thought I’d experience this connection and the sensation of getting taken apart at the same time.

This is so much more than I could have ever hoped for. This woman has become what we never imagined we needed. The sun that we can orbit, the binding that holds us together, the sense of family connection we never really had.

When Riley orgasms, twitching and twisting in Jacob’s arms, groaning around Hayes’ cock, it triggers a release in all of us. Hayes fills her mouth, too lost in pleasure to pull out, as Jacob jerks hard into her pussy, swelling alongside me. My orgasm is like an exorcism: rightness, contentment, and satisfaction, creating a balloon of happiness that bursts out of me in a laugh, which takes everyone by surprise. Soon, they’re all laughing, and it’s like we’ve let go of a held breath to accept the pure gladness that comes with connection, affection, and love.

Love .

It’s growing like a seed that sprouts a tiny shoot and bristling roots, and it doesn’t scare me because it’s for Riley. With my brothers alongside me, we’re creating something that I hope she won’t want to let go of, no matter what temptation comes her way.