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by Brother, Stephanie

  She was like a hungry predator, she didn't move, but she watched. Her eyes roved all over my body, following the movement of my hands. And I swear she stopped breathing altogether when my fly was undone.

  I was pleased to spring my hard dick from its confinement. And so was she. Her hand went between her legs. My show had apparently reached its target. She couldn't keep from touching herself any longer.

  Shimmying closer, I said. "Your hands are getting in the way of my view, but I have the solution to your need." And I climbed onto the bed between her legs.

  Her hands moved to either side of her as my head dipped down to her pussy. My dick throbbed. My tongue made contact with her skin. Her moisture acted as an instant aphrodisiac. Such was her arousal that she opened readily for me, inviting me in.

  My tongue could only do so much, while I licked her clit, I pushed my fingers into her. She was hot and pleasantly wetter than I expected. She writhed and moaned as I ate her out and finger fucked her.

  My dick ached with need and damned near came without any contact at all when she bucked up pushing her pussy against my face.

  After her first sexy orgasm, I wanted to switch things around a bit. I sat back and licked my fingers while she watched. "Nice. What if I were to lie down, and you sat over my face. Would you do that?"

  She nodded eagerly and grinned. "If you'd like that."

  "I would. You can hold on to the headboard," I said as my head rested on the pillow. "Put your knees either side of me."

  She looked a little hesitant as she straddled me, her knees beside my shoulders.

  "Don't hold back. You grind on my face as much as you want, I want to taste you as you come on my face."

  I ran my tongue up and down her slit, probing between the soft, puffy skin. Giving her pleasure tasted so good. My hand slid underneath her and fingers found the warm entrance. I slipped in two fingers while my tongue licked over and around her tempting bud.

  Sensing the arousal rising in her from the way she rocked and her breathing turned me on more and more.

  While she rubbed herself against my chin, I placed a hand on my needy cock. Precum pooled on my stomach. I swiped my fingers through it and used it as lube. I rubbed my fingers back and forth, providing the much-needed friction that it ached for.

  There was no way to tell her right then, in that position, how much she turned me on. I love doing this. If I could do nothing else to her, I'd lick her over and over forever.

  The pace of the rub and thrust against my face increased. Her contracting cunt squeezed my fingers and my mouth filled with her tangy gushing juices. They tasted heavenly.

  My own desires were forgotten as I gave my all to satisfying her. I wanted to drink every drop of her gushing cum while she used my face for pleasure.

  I wasn't sure how many times she came while sitting on my face. For me, it was exciting to have her use me for many minutes in this way. Letting me taste her and smell her and be a part of this erotic act. I'd have been happy for her to continue, but she got off me.

  "I want your cock inside me," she said. Her face was red and flushed. Her skin was glowing.

  "Condoms are in that draw." I waved my hand at the draw and hit it. It was next to her.

  She opened the drawer, pulled one out, and handed it to me.

  "Do you want to get on top?" I asked as I rolled it down my shaft.

  "Of course, how did you know?"

  "I should tell you, while I usually pride myself on my stamina and self-control, I think I'm going to last about thirty seconds inside you."

  She laughed. "It's not going to take me that long to come again."

  "I'm not timing you, Karen. No judgment."

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  KAREN

  Decker blew my mind.

  I'd never been with a man like him. He seemed to derive his pleasure from servicing my needs. He eagerly used his mouth on me whenever he could. He literally fed on my orgasms. Every time I came, he seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.

  When he came, the first time, he didn't roll over in search of sleep, he wanted to know what he could do for me next. Offering his hands and mouth while his dick recovered. Or we could break for fruity crumble. My heart crumbled at that offer. We made love for longer before going in search of more food.

  I don't remember settling down to sleep, but I did find myself waking up in his arms. It was pleasant, and I smiled to myself.

  After our late night dessert, we had the energy for a little more fun. That's when he told me about some things he'd like to do to me in the future.

  "I'm just one man, with two hands, one mouth, one dick. If you want more, and you do deserve more, Karen, then we could call on my brothers to give more hands."

  The images he painted in my mind made me wonder why women settle for only one lover at a time.

  "I'd lick your clit while one of my brother's fucks you. Cedric has a big cock and great rhythm. Simon could kiss you, or would you rather suck his cock?"

  "Did you guys talk about what I did with Simon and Cedric?" I asked suspiciously.

  "No, we didn't," he protested. "But I've never seen Simon fuck. Honestly, I can't imagine it."

  That made sense. And I liked the thought of the three of them in the way Decker described. And then swapping places. And then swapping again.

  "But in the future, I'd like to film it."

  "You'd make a porn film of me with your brothers?" I acted shocked but my core clenched and my clit throbbed. It sounded erotic. I must have uncovered an exhibitionist streak in me. I already knew that being photographed was a turn on.

  "I'd film the three of us having sex, so we had our very own private porn to watch. Would you like that?"

  "Yes, honestly, I'd like that." I smiled. I'm sure I should've said no.

  Of course, Cedric and Simon were out when I arrived. I never heard them come in. The walls and doors were very solid in this house and offered excellent soundproofing. It wasn't the first time I'd noticed you couldn't hear anything from one room to another. I'd been extremely loud when I'd come with Decker. I'd be embarrassed to think his brothers listened to that.

  It was still very early morning, but I'd had enough sleep that once I stirred, I was wide awake with so much to worry about.

  It was confusing enough that three gorgeous guys all said they wanted to share me. I was starting to believe them, although I still couldn't understand how it would work. But I also had our parents to worry about, and that was my bigger concern.

  I unwrapped myself from a soundly sleeping Decker and his covers, and went into his bathroom. After using the toilet and washing my face and hands, I slipped into his bathrobe which hung about me with a mass of excess fabric.

  Quietly, I sneaked out of his bedroom and through to the kitchen. I thought I'd get a drink and sit on a sofa and think.

  SIMON

  I don't know what woke me, but my dry mouth felt as if it hadn't been offered a drop of liquid in days. I got up to get water; I'd need at least a pint of it. Fortunately, my head only seemed a touch delicate, and it wasn't too bad,

  I'd walked right past Karen and gotten a glass of water before I noticed her curled up on the sofa. She was watching me but hadn't said a word.

  "I hope Decker didn't kick you out of bed?" That was very insensitive of me, but my tired, dehydrated brain wasn't working properly.

  "No, he didn't. I just got up for a drink."

  "Me too. I drank a little more alcohol than I should've, last night. Same for you?"

  "No. I didn't drink much. A little but not too much. I couldn't sleep."

  We were talking in hushed voices, not because we'd disturb anyone, but that's how you talk when you get up in the middle of the night, and the place is mostly in darkness.

  "Would you like company?"

  "Okay."

  I went and sat next to her. "What's on your mind?"

  "Honestly, I'm worried about who will see the photos and I wish I'd never posed for them.
Of course, that's how I met you all, and I'm pleased about that. And I've enjoyed everything we've done together. I just don't want other people to see how much I enjoyed myself."

  "That's honest. All right."

  "Sorry. You asked. It all came out."

  "Do you really wish you hadn't posed for them?" I couldn't hide my disappointment. It was in the tone of my voice and must've shown on my face."

  "No. I didn't mean to say that. I enjoyed modeling for you. It was a new experience, and I learned things about myself while doing it. Simon, you know it turned me on. My mind was racing while we did those sessions, and afterward too. I don't regret doing any of it. I just don't want the risk of people I know seeing me in some of those poses. Even though I enjoyed it at the time. And you and Cedric saw me like that. If I could choose, I'd keep it to just us."

  I wasn't surprised by any of what she said. I'd thought about the images a lot over the short time we'd known her. I had to question whether I wanted to share pictures like that featuring a woman I loved. I wasn't sure of the answer.

  If she didn't want them to get out, that solved any dilemma for me. She'd signed a model release form, but that didn't matter. What she wanted was more important than any piece of paper.

  But I had no idea whether Cedric would feel the same. When it came to his artwork, he wanted complete independence.

  "I won't show any of the photos to anyone. If that's what you want."

  Her face lit up. "I'll pay you back the fees."

  I shrugged. I raised her feet off the sofa where they rested beside me and pulled them on to my lap. I didn't want her to repay the money. This wasn't the time for that conversation though. We'd have to talk to Cedric first.

  "You haven't seen the photos, Karen. You don't know how we see you. How beautiful you look. But I understand you remember us taking them and don't want your family to see those photos. Tell me, would you mind Decker seeing them?"

  "Oh. I don't know. You know him better than me, do you think he'd like them?

  I smiled. "He'd love them."

  "I think it would be more fun if we made new photographs, and he was there too."

  "Karen, that's so spooky you saying that. Cedric and I were having exactly the same conversation today. I guess it's actually yesterday. A combination of us in the photographs with you."

  "Decker wants to film us."

  "Decker wants to film everything. You'll find out. Once you've been with us long enough, you'll find he doesn't recognize boundaries once he has that camera in his hand. He'll follow you everywhere. Even to the bathroom."

  She shuddered.

  We sat in silence for a few minutes and I stroked her feet with a firm even pressure to avoid tickling her.

  "So, you guys do want me around with all of you?"

  "We do. Don't worry about the pictures, Karen. It'll work out fine."

  She yawned, which set me off too.

  "Let's go to bed. Do you want to join me in my bed? I'm offering sleep, perhaps a cuddle. And you get to not wake up Decker."

  DECKER

  When I woke up and couldn't find Karen, I wondered if she'd got up and left in the middle of the night. But all her clothes were still in my room.

  I realized she must have gone to one of my brother's beds. I didn't want to knock on their doors and wake them, but I didn't want to walk in on anything they'd prefer to keep private. Ultimately, I had to know she was safe so I carefully pried open Cedric's door. He was laying in bed looking at me.

  "What the fuck, dude?"

  Pushing it wide open, and stepping in I said, "I'm looking for Karen."

  "You've had her one night, and you've lost her. It's a big apartment, but that's really careless."

  I flipped him the finger. "So have you seen her?"

  "Are you making coffee?"

  "I am."

  "I have not. Have you checked Simon's room, unlikely though it seems."

  I chuckled. "I never thought the day would come when I'd wonder if Simon had a girl in his room."

  "Don't forget coffee," Cedric called out as I left and closed the door.

  In Simon's room, they were indeed sleeping. Not wrapped around each other but each at far ends of the bed with enough space between them for at least one other person. I was tempted to work my way in, but I knew they'd love me more if there was coffee.

  CEDRIC

  When Decker closed the door, I got up immediately and walked straight into the shower to freshen up. Even if I was a little bleary-eyed, I should still smell my best for Karen after her first sleepover. The first of many, I hoped.

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  KAREN

  It was the knocking that woke Simon and me. I sensed him stir into consciousness.

  Impatiently, they didn't wait for a reply before walking in. On instinct, I pulled the covers up over me making doubly sure I was decent even though they had all seen me naked and very indecent the day before.

  Decker entered the room first, followed by Cedric. Under the sheets, in Simon's bed, I sat up naked and embarrassed.

  After going to bed with one man, nothing in my life experience prepared me for being caught in someone else's bed the following morning by that same man from the night before. And yet, the brothers seem cheerful and relaxed as if it were all normal in their apartment.

  I liked it.

  "Good morning sweetheart, just bringing you coffee." Decker brought a large mug of it to my side of the bed.

  I liked their version of ordinary, but it would take some time for me to get used to it.

  "Good morning sweetheart, I drew the short straw and get to give you a kiss this morning, Simon." Cedric placed a mug next to Simon and leaned over to kiss his forehead.

  Simon brushed Cedric off. "I'll forgive you for that, but only because you bring the hot brown stuff that I crave."

  There was an ocean of bed space between Simon and me, so I moved closer to him and patted the bed for Decker to sit next to me.

  My bed companion sat up. "Sleep well?" He asked turning to me.

  "Yes, in the end, I did." He didn't ask for an explanation, but I felt Decker deserved one. "I woke up in the middle of the night. I was hot and bothered, and my mind was working overtime. I sat talking to Simon for a while."

  "We talked about our Master's degree program and our portfolios," Simon said. "Bro, we need to discuss how we're going to use the photographs we've taken of Karen. She's been a brilliant model and signed a contract allowing us unlimited use of any of the images. Since then things have changed. Her mother has become part of our family. And Karen herself is no longer a stranger."

  While Simon paused to sip his coffee no one spoke. What he had said was sinking in and he apparently hadn't reached a conclusion. "What I'm getting at, Cedric, is I don't want anyone outside of the four of us seeing the more intimate photographs of my girlfriend."

  "My girlfriend," Decker repeated.

  "Hold on, Simon." Cedric made for the door. "I'll be back. Hold that thought."

  I practically held my breath wondering what was going on. Simon had made it sound as if it were him that didn't want other people to see the photographs. He made no mention of my concerns. It was as if he wanted to take all the backlash if Cedric didn't agree.

  There was barely time to sip our drinks before Cedric reappeared holding a tablet. "I'm not going to deny it; I have some lovely erotic photographs locked down in my private files. I don't intend to share them with anyone. These are the images I'm working with. I'd say they were all intimate." He reached across the bed, passing me the tablet. "Let me know what you think, Karen, as you are the person in them."

  "Scroll through them. You'll want to scroll quite quickly there are a lot of them. It's my long list, not my short list. I haven't narrowed it down beyond these at the moment."

  I swiped across the screen and swiped and swiped

  "They're good." I didn't recognize myself. It was me, and I started to understand that they saw me differently to how I
pictured myself.

  Cedric sat down on the very edge of the bed by Simon's feet. "They're intimate, but I think you'll agree they are all family friendly. There's nothing more explicit here than you might see in any magazine."

  The pictures were amazing and not at all what I expected to see. Obviously, he hadn't included shots of my breasts or more private areas. I'd prepared for pornographic images.

  Simon was looking over my shoulder. "What do you think of these?" I asked.

  "Those are exactly the sort of images I intended to use as well if you're happy for us to use them. If you'd like us not to use your image at all, I'd be disappointed because it will be hard to find another model."

  "Yeah, any other model will be second-rate after you."

  I was so flattered by their comments, but I had to admit, it couldn't be all bullshit. The pictures were amazing. "I'm perfectly happy for you to use photographs like that, photographs that I wouldn't mind my mother and sisters seeing."

  And I didn't want any woman posing in the way I had in front of my guys. I cringed at the thought of them finding another model, and I would protest at the idea of my boys seeking another model like me.

  "If you're happy with them, then I'd like to use those images. Nothing that would be adult rated. Agreed?"

  "Yes, you can use them. I don't want you guys finding another model. And I don't want to think of any of you taking pictures of another woman like those you took of me. Or films, for that matter." I looked at Decker.

  His hands shot up in defense. "I've no interest in making porn. I don't even watch it. Although I'd happily make home movies for our private entertainment." He winked.

  Decker stood up. "Right. If you'll excuse me, I have work to do. Karen, you can use my bedroom as your own whenever you are ready," he said diplomatically without stating my clothes were still lying on his bedroom floor where we tossed them in the heat of the moment the night before.

  His robe was lying on the floor by the bed. I was naked in bed with Simon, but we hadn't done anything. I'd merely dropped the rope as it was too hot to sleep in.