by Dani April
The four of them set about the table and talked, and it was as if she had known them her whole life, or rather as if she should have known them her whole life. She made some gaffe about sports since she neither liked or cared about sports, and the guys ribbed her about it for the rest of the dinner. Chrissie laughed, really laughed, not the fake laughter she had to put on for a dinner party back home.
For desert they had Twinkies. Yes, that was right. These guys served her Twinkies for dessert. Chrissie loved them, though as she ate her Twinkie and sipped her beer, she couldn’t help but smile to herself when she thought about how naive these guys were about some things.
She watched the guys as they engaged in rough horseplay all throughout dinner and got into a huge argument as to which one of them would wash the dishes. Every minute she was learning something new about one of them, and she found herself mesmerized by their world and wanting to know everything about it.
Scott was unemployed, was shy around women, and was a whiz at computers. He had an associate’s degree in information technology and more than a dozen professional certifications. He wanted to be a graphic artist, but the job market was bad and he wasn’t trying very hard to find work. Scott was the same age as Chrissie, and their birthdays were within two weeks of each other, with Chrissie being the older.
Brad had been engaged until a few months ago. It had been a long-term relationship and had ended in a broken heart for Brad, although he seemed to be holding up well due to his constant good nature. He worked for their family’s contracting company. He was a foreman and part-time architect. He had been badly injured on a job last year and almost died. At one time they didn’t even know if he would walk again. He had just about fully recovered, and Chrissie couldn’t even tell that he had a limp, but she gathered he was still in pain at times. His fiancée had found another man while he had been convalescing, and she had broken things off.
Ethan was the oldest of the three and definitely the darkest. He was the leader. In his whole life, he had apparently never had a serious relationship, but many women back in their hometown in Arizona seemed to flock to him. As Chrissie watched him at the dinner table, she could understand why. Ethan could never make up his mind about a single woman and frequently juggled two or three women at the same time. Somehow Chrissie didn’t think the women minded very much. Ethan had taken over management of the family business after their dad had died a couple of years before, and he had also started his own business on the side, so he must have been as busy in his professional life as he was in his personal life.
“We’re going to watch a movie after dinner, Chrissie,” Brad announced. “You get to pick it out. We actually have a pretty decent collection of DVDs over in the cabinet.”
“I promise I won’t pick one of mine,” Chrissie teased.
“That’s good.” Ethan came back at her. “Because I don’t think we have any of yours.”
Ethan was over by the sink doing the dishes. He had lost whatever game it was the brothers had played to see who got the honor. Chrissie made a face at him and ran out to pick their movie with Peaches and Cream at her feet.
She was still not wearing her pants, but the long-sleeved sweatshirt fell to her knees, so it was very modest and it was comfortable.
She raised her eyebrows as she flipped through the DVD collection. The guys had a hefty assortment of porn, their covers filled with naked girls in every sexual position imaginable. These weren’t Chrissie’s types of movies. She laughed at them. As she went further through the collection, she found more traditional movies.
She looked over her shoulder, making sure the guys hadn’t noticed her brief embarrassment at their porn DVDs. They were all doing their own thing and had given her charge of the night’s entertainment. She guessed boys just were always boys no matter how big and hunky they got.
She chose a B-grade slasher film simply because there was no one in the production who she personally knew. On all the big films, she knew either the actors, the directors, or producers, and most of them she didn’t like. The film she picked was low budget and she had never heard of any of the people in it, and even though it wasn’t that good of a movie, it was still a joy to watch a film that she could be completely detached from.
Ethan popped a big bowl of popcorn for them. This was another violation of her trainer’s diet, and she enjoyed feeling like a devil for breaking so many rules in one day.
Chrissie sat in the middle of the couch. On her right was Scott, and on her left was Brad. Tentatively, Brad put his arm out over the back of the couch, but he was careful not to touch her. As the movie got scarier and scarier and the body count piled up, she encouraged Brad through her gestures that it was okay if he let his arm slip over her shoulder.
She loved the feel of having two strong men at each side of her, both attentive to her every need. As the movie got scarier, she moved over into Scott’s arms, and he cradled her protectively. When the next “jump out of your seat” scene came up, she scooted back over into Brad’s willing arms. Each man felt so warm and lovely to touch and hold.
Ethan had seated himself on the floor, and he was soon leaning his back up against the couch and between Chrissie’s legs. She draped her legs over his shoulders without even realizing what she was doing, her sweatshirt hiking up her thighs and the back of his neck resting close to her thong. As the movie got scarier, she kicked her feet against his chest. He held them with his sure hands.
They were still on the couch, Brad and Scott like bookends at each side of her, and Ethan on the floor inches from her legs. The fire crackled in the hearth, and Peaches and Cream were rolled up in two little balls sleeping peacefully next to Skipper. The storm was loud and wild outside, with the wind picking back up with a fury. The loose shutter on the side of the cabin still banged from the beating the wind gave.
Chrissie’s eyes were starting to get heavy with sleep. She curled into a ball and leaned her back against Scott, his chest feeling hard from muscle. On the stereo a soft song was playing. Chrissie didn’t know the singer so she could enjoy the tune without bias.
“Is it always like this when you guys come up here?” she asked, her voice just above a whisper.
“Pretty much.” This from Scott, who was stroking her hair.
“Just three bastards who come up here and goof off for a week,” Ethan told her.
“Is your family always like this?” she asked.
Brad laughed. “Yes, our family is a little unconventional.”
“I think it’s nice,” Chrissie said, her voice barely audible.
“Wait until you get to know us better,” Ethan told her. Was that his hand stroking her leg again? She had her eyes closed and was too tired to open them to see. If it was his hand on her leg, it felt nice. “You’ll think we’re as crazy as our neighbors back home do.”
“I’d like to get to know you all better,” she told them.
The last sensations she was aware of was Scott enfolding her in his strong arms, Ethan’s head resting against her naked thigh, and Brad falling asleep and using her lap as a pillow. All four of them seemed to be rolled into a warm, little ball next to the fire with Chrissie at the center. There was a smile on Chrissie’s face as she contemplated what tomorrow would bring. Then she drifted off to sleep along with the men.
Chapter Six
Did she make it to bed, Chrissie wondered? At some point, after she fell asleep on the couch talking to the guys, she must have found the energy to take herself into the bedroom. Her sleep had been sound, and from the smile on her face, she must have had good dreams visit her, though she forgot what they might have been about.
It was cold, and she had taken off the sweatshirt in favor of her big fur coat. The coat was comfortable to sleep in, her naked skin thrived beneath it, and it kept her warm in its embrace. Peaches and Cream had started the night sleeping at her side in bed. Later they had hopped off the bed. She had left the door to her room cracked open and Skipper had come inside to join
her dogs, and they curled up by each other on the floor.
When she woke up, it was still pitch black outside her window. The storm had picked up overnight. The wind was blowing stronger than it had before. The roar outside sounded like a hurricane was blowing through the mountains.
The racket of the storm had disturbed her sleep early. She lay awake for a few minutes, getting her bearings and staring up at the shadow-covered ceiling. The walls of the cabin seemed like they were moving to the sway of the wind. Chrissie was alarmed. How bad could these storms up in the mountains get anyway?
She’d never go back to sleep with all that going on outside, and she wasn’t entirely certain the roof was going to stay on over her head. Every minute the wind gusts seemed to threaten to pry up the shingles and suck them into the sky. Slowly, she lifted her legs over the side of the mattress and stepped on the cold wooden floor. The three dogs over in the corner lazily stared over at her. They were still trying to sleep, and the storm didn’t seem to bother them.
She pulled the fur coat tightly around her against the cold and walked on her toes out into the hall. There were no lights on inside the cabin, just a faint, white glow coming inside the windows from the heavy snow outside. That board or shutter or whatever it was still knocked against the side of the cabin as the wind buffeted it in the storm. Chrissie was frightened by the storm, the feeling of isolation out here in the remote mountains, and being suddenly awakened to this setting that she had no prior reference for in her past life.
Out in the front room, she found all three guys asleep. Ethan was covered up on top of the couch, and Brad and Scott were each inside a sleeping bag on the floor over by the fireplace. The front room was much warmer than her bedroom, and she felt instantly better. Just seeing the guys and being in the same room with them made her feel better, too.
So this is where they slept, she thought. She supposed she had taken the single bedroom away from one of them, probably Ethan. They had really been so nice to her, and now seeing them asleep in front of her, she thought about how beautiful each of them was.
She just stood in the middle of the room and watched them all. Each of these men had quickly become such a big part of her life. Each was a unique human being who had so much to give and so much life. She wondered, if she had never met them, what would have happened to her?
She watched Ethan, looking vulnerable in his sleep. His shirt was off, the covers bunched midway up his chest, and his lungs rose and fell peacefully beneath his muscles. Even in sleep his firm jaw was closed, and the breath coming from his nostrils rippled the pillow case against his cheek. He was on his side facing her, his morning erection creating a bulge down in the middle of the covers.
Brad was sleeping on his back with his big arms over his head, his eyes tightly shut, his eyeballs rolling beneath the lids. He was dreaming. Chrissie wondered what kind of dreams this man would experience and found she wished she was in them. His shirt was also off. The sleeping bag only came to his waist. Oh God was he ever a man. The sleeping bag was tented at his crotch.
Closest to the fire was Scott. It looked as if he had been struggling to get comfortable on the floor. He had mostly rolled out of his sleeping bag. He was wearing briefs and nothing else. His body was beautiful and even had a fine sheen of sweat on it because he had rolled too close to the fire during the night.
As silent as she could move, wanting to not wake any of them, she moved between them. She thought about sitting on the couch with Ethan, but that might have woken him up. Stooping down by the nearly naked Scott she saw his erection nearly ready to pull his briefs off from its intensity. Chrissie smiled, and that warmth in her belly came back to her and spread down between her legs.
When she turned back to look at Ethan, his eyes were open and staring straight at her. For a moment neither of them said a word. He was fully awake now.
“Chrissie?” he whispered in the dark.
“Hi,” she answered her voice sounding too loud to her, though still only a breathless murmur.
“Can’t you sleep?”
“The storm, it woke me…I got scared…”
“Sure, it got bad again overnight.”
The other two were stirring now, coming fully awake. Scott sat straight up and rubbed his hand through his hair. He must have not yet realized that he was almost naked. Of course, under those covers the other guys were probably naked, too.
“Good morning, guys…” Her voice was small, her head fuzzy. She didn’t know what to say.
“Chrissie?” Both men almost spoke together.
The men were all three sitting up now. She was standing in the middle of them. They were all so gorgeous. Their coverings were falling off them, revealing more of their flesh to her. She didn’t want to stare at them. That wasn’t polite, but she couldn’t help herself, couldn’t take her eyes off them.
“I wanted to…” She didn’t finish. Suddenly the overwhelming warmth growing in her body told her what she wanted, but she didn’t know if she had the strength to act. Beneath the fur coat her body was glowing. “I needed…” She tried starting over but still could not finish. Her voice was husky and deep with need.
The men were staring at her. They were waiting for her to decide. From the looks in their eyes, they had already determined what they wanted from her, and what scared her so badly, forcing her knees to knock together, was that she wanted the same thing, and she wanted it from all three of them.
“I want you guys.” She told them simply what was in her heart.
She opened the fur coat. Under it she was naked save for the silk thong covering her now very wet crotch. There was a man on each side of her, and Ethan was in front. They were all touching her at once. The coat slid down her shoulders and pooled at her ankles on the floor.
Ethan rose up from the couch and took her in his arms. His mouth was on hers, demanding from her, his hands feeling their way down her shoulders and back to her bare buttocks. Brad took her left breast and erect nipple in his palm and fondled. Scott bent to her right breast, and the warmth of his mouth and the heat of his saliva covered her, his tongue lapping around her areola.
Opening her mouth, she let Ethan inside. His tongue flicked across her own. Their saliva mixed. Soon she was entering his mouth, tasting him. Her hands felt his shoulders and the hard muscles. They rose up to feel the hardness of his face and caress his beautiful cheeks.
Brad reached beneath her thong from one side and Scott from the other. They helped to remove it from her, lowering it gently and quickly down her long legs. She wiggled her hips, bent her knees, took a couple of small steps on the floor, and was free of her last garment. The heat of that blazing fire was hot enough to allow for complete nudity, and the guys were joining her in undress. As the other two helped to get her ready, she did not once break her embrace with Ethan, greedily clinging to him, holding his head down to her and drinking his mouth into her own.
She ran her hands down his neck, caressed his shoulders, and felt the tightly packed muscles of his chest rock hard beneath her palms. Sliding down across his flat stomach, she reached the elastic of his jock shorts. Stretching the elastic to remove them, she began to slide them down. His cock launched out of the top and tapped against her belly. It was on fire. The muscles between her legs started tightening as more of her juices flowed from her sex.
Scott was still devouring her right breast and nipple, suckling it hungrily, the warmth of his labored breath against her bare skin. His hand reached down and found purchase between her legs. When he touched her, an electric current ran the length of her body, causing every muscle and tendon to stand on end and take notice. His fingers played her clit out of its folds and began to administer exquisite torture.
Brad had moved behind her. He was palming each of her buttocks in a strong grip. His hands were opening up her crack, causing her to sway involuntarily back against him. Then he was kneeling behind her. Oh no. He was burying his face in her, and with Scott’s hand taking her from the
front…Oh God…what was happening? She moved her rump backward against his face with force, her actions demanding more from him. Next she felt the wet of his tongue tickling her skin in her most intimate of places.
More energy shot through her body, and with one hand, she held on tight to Ethan. With the other, she took hold of his cock. She kissed her way down his chest, down his hard abdomen. She presented his huge cock held in her hand for inspection. His member was beautiful, and as she rubbed it some more, she milked the first pre-cum from the tip.
She pushed against Ethan, and his large, naked body fell back across the blankets on the couch. In a split second she was covering him with her body, crawling between his outstretched legs, at eye level with his cock. His erection slipped in her mouth and down her throat without problem. Her saliva wetted him, and she sucked and slurped him down with an urgency she had never felt for the male anatomy.
Her behind was held proudly in the air, on full display for Brad who knelt behind her and was nibbling between her legs. When his tongue slipped inside her pussy, she almost gagged on Ethan’s cock, which was halfway down her throat at the time. She had to pull his cock out of her mouth and cry into the air.
Scott’s fingers were still working her nub from the front, and now it was swollen and tender. Scott parted her lips with his fingers, and Brad repositioned her to get better access with his demanding mouth. Licking along the valley between her anus and sex, he was kissing her lips, probing her opening. Scott held her open for him, and his tongue plunged inside her. A shiver of energy ran through her body.
Chrissie gasped and continued her ministrations to Ethan’s cock, licking down the underside, marveling at the feel of the enflamed muscle, its length, and its girth between her fingers. While the other two guys played and had their way with her pussy, Chrissie’s first orgasm was building. She was so wet. Both men had been inside her and could feel how her juices were flowing down there. A pang of embarrassment shot through her, but damn it, this wasn’t a good time to be shy.
