by Alta Hensley
“I’m happy to know you aren’t just pretending to like them anymore,” she said, her voice soft. “It makes me glad to know you’re really happy. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my brothers smile, heard them laugh.”
Her insight had me wondering exactly how much she was aware of. Did she know her brothers and I… What would her brothers think if they discovered their little sister wasn’t quite as unaware as they’d thought? “They are just glad all their work is paying off,” I said, picking up my discarded yarn if only to have something to occupy my hands. “They’ve done an amazing job with the farm.”
Alana nodded. “They have, but you know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s not.” When she paused, I gave up all pretense of crocheting and turned to look at her. She laid her work aside and stood, moving over to sink down to the floor beside me. Laying her head against my leg, she sighed. “Monet, do you honestly not see they’ve changed? That I’ve changed? Even you have changed since we’ve been in Ireland.” Before I could answer, she turned her head to look up at me. “I admit I don’t know everything, I’m not even sure why you really agreed to come with us, but it has changed our lives. Can’t you see that?”
I reached to stroke my hand down her hair. We weren’t that far apart in age, and yet I felt as if she was far younger… yet she was showing far more maturity than we’d given her credit for. I wouldn’t insult her by pretending to be ignorant of what she was saying.
“I do see. I’ve noticed they are less tense. They smile more often. They even seem to tease occasionally… and when they laugh… well, it makes me happy.”
“You know why, don’t you? Why they smile and laugh now?”
“I suppose it’s because they no longer have to worry about… well, whatever it is they left behind in America.”
Alana smiled, her hair sliding across her back as she shook her head. “No, Monet, it’s not because of any business or because they left the bad men behind. It’s because of you. Don’t you know they love you?”
My heart clutched and my breath caught in my throat, but even as I shook my head, she was nodding hers.
“They may not be ready to say the words, but I know the truth,” she said, not allowing me to voice a denial. “I’ve known my brothers my entire life. They are the only reason I’m here… that I’m alive. I wanted to die when our parents did. It was the four of them who wouldn’t let me slip away. I know I disappear into a different world at times. A world where there is nothing bad, nothing hurtful, but I’m not stupid. I know there is evil in this world, and I know there is hurt. The bad times only make the good ones so much better. The hurt makes the happiness… bigger somehow. More precious.” She sighed and wiped a tear from her cheek but shook her head as if to assure me she wasn’t about to break down. Lifting her face, she gave a soft smile. “My brothers may think me nothing but a child, but I have eyes and I have a heart. They love you, Monet. They love you very much. I guess the question is, do you love them?”
I honestly was floored, never having considered love would be in the equation, would be included in… in whatever it was we shared. I wouldn’t deny I wanted them, and more than just for sex. As incredible as that was, it was just as wonderful knowing they’d be seated around the table in the mornings and we’d gather again at night. That they were working hard to provide a life for all of us. That, to the one, they’d sacrifice their lives for their sister. I’d seen that love in person, watched their eyes light up when she laughed, seen the relief as they allowed another tiny piece of the pain caused by their parents’ death to slip away, to be replaced by a smile, a touch, a glance. But love? It wasn’t right to love four men… and there was no way I could ever pick just one.
Displaying far more wisdom than any of us had given her credit for, Alana, stood, saying, “Don’t ever let anyone stop you from loving, Monet. Life is too short not to love when we are given the chance. It doesn’t matter if it is one man or four. Your heart is big enough for all of them.” Bending, she placed a kiss on my cheek. “They are waiting. All you have to do is let them in.”
I remained seated for several minutes after Alana had left the parlor. With the sound of the door opening and boots clomping across the wooden floor, I knew I needed some time alone before facing any of the brothers. Fleeing upstairs, I ducked into the bathroom. I could feel the tension releasing from me as I took off my clothes while water filled the tub. I absolutely loved the wonderful antique claw-footed bathtub. Sinking down, I closed my eyes, allowing the shoulder-deep water to soothe my body as I thought of how my life had changed since I began living with the O’Shea brothers. Would I ever really stop worrying, stop questioning what being theirs—all of theirs—truly would look like?
I felt a draft before I heard the wooden floorboards creak. I opened my eyes to see Nolan moving to kneel down behind me. “Let me help you wash your hair.”
I swallowed hard. The tenderness from someone whom I had only seen show pure dominance spun the emotions inside me to chaos. Of all the brothers, Nolan was the most analytical, seeming to weigh everything; the one far less likely to let anyone in on what he was thinking… much less feeling. Rogan had stated all the brothers wanted me, and yet Nolan was the one I’d not yet been with. Not in a sexual way. He’d kissed me on my cheek as he left the house, and we’d exchanged looks that made my stomach flip, but he’d yet to claim me.
He was a man who exuded such power, such strength, and now… he was showing a softer side, one of such compassion I didn’t know how to respond.
It wasn’t until he answered that I realized I’d asked why. “There doesn’t have to be a reason for everything,” he said. “Sometimes you do things just for the pleasure of it.”
“I-I think I’d like that,” I said softly.
His grin had such charm, a magnetic pull, that I felt a bolt of wanting course through me.
“Let’s make sure you do,” he said, but not making a move until I nodded. His hand dipped beneath the surface to ease me back, the move stirring the water, releasing the sweet aroma of lavender from the steaming water. The botanist in me knew the fragrance was one meant to provoke relaxation, to help relieve worries, and yet it was Nolan’s large hands, his strong fingers as they began to massage my scalp that were gently scrubbing away every last bit of tension, replacing it with a growing awareness of the power of a simple human touch.
“Just lean back and let me do this. Allow me to take care of you,” he soothed. “You have been busting your ass around here taking care of us. I want you to know that though we may not say it, we notice and we thank you for it.”
I moaned as he pressed against my temples while raking his nails along my scalp. A waterfall of warm water washed over my head, followed by a rag softly dabbing at my closed eyelids.
“You’re beautiful.”
I opened my eyes and turned my head so I could look at Nolan. “I’ve never had anyone do this to me… I mean… for me.”
His lips brushed my hair, and he whispered in my ear, “You deserve to be taken care of.” He continued to wash and rinse my hair, making my muscles melt right along with my heart. Could Alana be right? Did her brothers feel more for me than lust? Did they want more from me than to sink into my body? Could they… love me?
I reached up behind me and stroked along around Nolan’s neck. “I think there is plenty of room for two, if you want to join me?”
“This is for you. I want you to relax.” His voice was as calm as I felt.
His hands made their way to my shoulders and began to work the same magic he had performed on my head. His fingers continued to stroke, the movements unhurried, lingering, stretching over my collarbone down to the tops of my breasts in slow easy circles.
“Your body…” his voice rasped.
Over and over, he ran his calloused palms along my breasts, barely grazing my nipples with each pass. Tingling and fire grew within my core, my pussy thrumming
for more. The need, the hunger, the passion built as the warm water washed over my skin. A bolt of sensation shot through me as Nolan caught the sensitive tip and gently pinched, my gasp no longer contained.
As if the gasp was Nolan’s green light, he continued down along my stomach, my thighs inching apart without a single word being exchanged. His fingers slid their way to my exposed sex. Without hesitation, he cupped his hand around my mound and slipped his finger between my needy lips. Finding my clit, he rubbed softly, coaxing my pleasure rather than demanding it.
Nolan used his other hand to palm my breast while he placed searing kisses along my neck. I lifted myself into his touch, spreading my legs wider for his access. I needed more. I needed to feel him deep within me. I needed to be taken, conquered and mastered. He was the only brother whom I hadn’t had, and I wanted him just as much. I needed him. I needed him now.
“Please… Nolan… please,” I whispered, barely able to get the plea out.
“Shh… I want to make you feel good.” Nolan increased his pressure on my clit and plucked my nipples, keeping a steady rhythm, driving my need to a boiling point.
I couldn’t take it any longer. I grabbed his hand and directed his finger to the entrance of my pussy. Grinding my hips hard against his hand, I thrust his finger into my depths. I pulled his hand loose, only to drive his finger, plus a second one, back into my wanting sex. My hips shifted and rose, meeting each push of his hand. Water splashed everywhere as I desperately tried to quench the burning inside of me.
“I want to feel you come around my hand. I want to feel you contract against my fingers,” Nolan commanded. He slid another finger inside me, filling me, ignoring my gasp at how much the additional finger forced my pussy to stretch. My hands gripped the edge of the tub, my body arching as he took total control.
The gentleness was gone as his strokes became harder. His pinches on my breasts, on both nipples grew in intensity, causing me to helplessly thrash beneath his touch. Every nerve ending pulsated; electricity coursed to my womb as I allowed a cry to escape my mouth.
“That’s it. Come for me. Let yourself go.” He punctuated his demand with another thrust of his fingers.
I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to take over. Water splashed over the side of the bath, the satisfying feeling of completion overtaking my body. My head fell back when he stroked over my G-spot, and my hips convulsed as ecstasy exploded outward.
Before the last wave of orgasm rocked my body, I felt Nolan’s arms lift me out of the bath in one swift motion. The cool air heightened every touch, and my body hummed for more. He laid me down on a soft towel and quickly removed every item of his clothing blocking us from uniting.
Nolan sat on the floor and pulled me on top of his body. “Straddle me,” he demanded.
I did as he asked, wrapping my legs around his hips, pressing my knees against his warm body. He took my hand and placed it on his cock. “Put me in you. Bring yourself down on me.”
The O’Shea brothers were large men, their cocks the source of such pleasure, yet a challenge for my body to accept. Nolan’s was no different. I grabbed his ready cock, my fingers not quite able to wrap around completely. Swallowing hard, wondering how I’d ever manage, I placed it at the entrance to my wet pussy and began to lower myself.
“Oh God,” I moaned before my breath caught as my body struggled to adjust to the size. Any discomfort from the stretch was replaced with pure pleasure when Nolan pushed aside the hood covering my clit, exposing the sensitive bud. He continued the sensual caress as I worked to take every inch, moaning again when my ass settled on his thighs. His play with my clit had me gripping his shoulders and moving, needing to ride him, rising up slowly and then driving down with a solid force. The slow pass of his fingers over my clit sent a shiver down my spine. The quiver turned to a heat that burned to my deepest core.
Nolan’s gaze never left mine, so full of confidence and strength. He didn’t hide the pleasure or passion he felt. He didn’t hold back his groans as I thrust him deeper and deeper with every movement.
He pulled me against his chest and parted my lips with his, his kiss smothering my moans and capturing my breath. He grabbed my hips with both hands and took control, speeding up the pressure and the desire, bringing me closer and closer to the sensation of pure bliss. Suddenly, he lifted me, my legs flailing as he turned me around, bending me forward so my face pressed against the towel.
“Oh… Oh God,” I moaned, clutching terrycloth as I felt him work a finger into my ass, the burn flaring as he awakened nerve endings that had been dormant.
“I’m gonna fuck your ass,” Nolan said as if I needed any clarification. But I knew he wasn’t asking permission, he was simply informing me of what was going to happen. I heard a click and looked to my right to see that he’d opened a cabinet beneath the sink. He flipped the top of a bottle and as he poured the contents down the cleft of my ass, I could tell by the viscosity that it was some sort of lubricant. He began to work it into me, one finger soon becoming two and then three, which caused me to groan, to breathe harder, faster, as I attempted to relax, to open for him, to surrender.
“Good girl,” he said, twisting his fingers inside me. “That’s right, push back, make it easier on yourself, open up. Let me in this tight little hole. Help me prepare your ass to take my cock.”
Was it his dirty words, or the taboo of the act that had my face heating? Maybe. But it was the knowledge he’d sink his cock into my ass whether or not I opened for him, that he’d demand entrance, press deep inside, stretching me, and then fuck me hard just because he wanted to—because he could—that had my nipples tightening and my pussy spasming. It was his control, his dominance that had me pushing back to meet his fingers, that had my clit swelling, and mewls coming from my throat.
Pulling his fingers free, he pulled me up to straddle him again, this time my back to his front.
“Put my cock in your ass,” he ordered, causing my face to flame when he pulled the cheeks of my ass apart, as if wanting to make it easier for me to find my target.
His cock was slick when I took it in hand and yet I was glad it wasn’t too slippery. I didn’t understand it, would never admit it, but I wanted to experience the burn again, feel the pain as I had the night I’d lost my anal virginity. Was I trying to punish myself for… enjoying the carnality of the acts I’d participated in with all four men? I didn’t know, and at this moment, didn’t care. I groaned as I felt the broad head of his cock align with my opening.
“Now down, swallow every inch up your ass,” Nolan said, releasing my cheeks now that his cock was in place. His hands came around my body to cup my breasts, his thumbs stroking across my nipples.
I began to sink down, the pressure intense. He was so large, the bite of pain sharper than I’d expected, and I had only started to try to take him.
Oh… Oh God,” I said, throwing my head back when he gave my nipples a twist.
“All the way,” he reminded, twisting them the opposite direction.
“You’re too big!” I cried.
“Press down onto me. Make it hurt, allow the burn, the sting to let you feel alive. Drive my cock all the way into your ass.
“I-I’m trying,” I shouted. My ass felt full, as if not another single inch could fit, and yet when he released my nipples, took my hips and yanked me down, I screamed and learned I was wrong. I could take more… a lot more.
“Now, ride my cock,” he said, after pressing a kiss to the side of my neck. “Ride.”
I obeyed, pushing myself up his long length and then sinking down again, fucking myself—my ass—on his cock. He continued to pluck, twist, and tug on my nipples, pulling them out from my breasts as his cock stretched my ass. Multiple fires built within me, every plunge, every twist adding embers to the inferno.
“I-I… I need to come,” I gasped. “Please… I’m going to come!”
“What a nasty girl you are,” he said, bending forward to speak the words against
my ear. “Look at you, so beautiful, so intelligent, so capable, and yet all it takes to turn you into a dirty girl, a needy girl begging, pleading, for permission to come is a big, hard cock in your ass. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes! Please, Nolan, please!” Were the words meant to humiliate or to free me? To allow me to become that girl… the one who played in the gutter and loved every moment? I didn’t know, and it didn’t matter. His words, his lips, his cock all drove my need higher. My entire world focused on nothing more than this moment… my desperate need and the only man who could grant my request.
He kissed my neck. “Come, Monet. Ride my cock and come hard,” he said, granting permission, biting that tender spot on my shoulder as I keened my thanks.
Bracing my hands against his thighs between my spread legs, I continued to ride him, my head thrown back against his shoulder, his lips at my ear, his dirty instructions to fuck myself, to cream on his cock buried up my ass, making me quiver. When he released my right breast, and slapped his palm against my cunt after I had lifted again, I gasped in shock, yet plunged down again, lifted again, and accepted—craved—another sharp slap against sensitive flesh. I’d never experienced anything like it, each slap zinging through me, driving me wilder, higher, until finally, I shattered, screaming his name and coming harder than I’d ever come before. Nolan didn’t allow the contractions of my ass to stop my ride. His hands grabbed my hips, forcing me up and down at a rapid pace, my cries echoing around the bathroom to be joined by his bellow when he slammed balls deep and released jet after jet of his cum deep inside my ass.
We did wind up sharing the tub after he’d refilled it with hot water. I lay against him, savoring the warmth of the bath and his arms wrapped around me and I knew that it didn’t matter if he or his brothers loved me… I was already theirs.
