by Nikki Chase
“That’s . . . That’s amazing.” I stare at the men in front of me, beaming at them. For a while, we remain quiet, basking in this glorious moment .
Until suddenly, Fraser clears his throat, breaking the silence. “So, is it time for the kissing to start yet ?”
I tilt my head and give him a questioning look. “Huh ?”
All five of them point at the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling, wide grins on their faces .
I grab the five brothers’ gorgeous faces and plant kisses on their cheeks, their lips, their scruff-covered jawlines. They return my affection and before I know it, the kisses are no longer solely congratulatory .
There, on the rug in the middle of Hudson’s workshop, the six of us strip down to nothing, and I’m grateful they didn’t forget to turn up the heating before showing me this room .
The five men lay me down on my back. As Fraser hungrily kisses my lips and Austin nibbles on my throat, Sandy plays roughly with my tits. When Hudson puts his head between my legs and his mouth over my lower lips, I gasp, even as Ian curls my fingers around his hard cock .
Hudson sucks my petals into his mouth and teases my clit with his tongue. I can only lay back and close my eyes while the boys lavish their attention on me, my hand grabbing onto Ian’s cock harder as my arousal builds up .
Hudson brings me to my first orgasm of the night, making my whole body shake and quiver. He raises his head up and asks, “Do you want a taste of me now ?”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation, even as I try to catch my breath .
“Well, you have been a good girl, and good girls get what they want for Christmas . . .”
Before Hudson even takes position over me, Ian’s fingers glide over my soaked lips, rubbing my clit and dipping into my slick opening. I moan and writhe as Hudson straddles my head and dangles his cock over me, then I take him into my mouth, sucking him hungrily .
“Flip her over,” Ian rasps .
Next thing I know, I’m on all fours, Hudson’s and Austin’s big, hard cocks in my face. They take turns sliding their cocks in and out of my throat, Hudson letting me do my thing and Austin practically fucking my face .
When Ian pushes himself into my pussy, my wetness is already dripping down my thigh. I can hear the obscene squelching as he pumps into me repeatedly, pulling my hair to keep my back arched .
Fraser’s hands roam all over me, grabbing my tits, my thighs, and my ass. Sandy lies down on his back, just below me, sucking and biting my nipples until they hurt .
“Fuck, she tightens up nicely when you do that, when she makes that little whimper.” Ian rubs his finger over my butt hole, making me gasp .
Austin uses the opportunity to slide all the way into my throat, cutting off my air and making it impossible for me to say anything .
It doesn’t matter, though, because the way my whole body trembles is enough to show them how much I’m enjoying this .
“I think you’re ready for something different,” Ian says, his finger on my asshole telling me exactly what he means .
Even though the idea used to frighten me, somehow tonight is different. Tonight, I need the Archer brothers to use me however they want, as much as they want .
So, instead of shying away from Ian’s touch, I push my ass back against him, even as his every thrust drives Austin’s cock deeper into my throat .
“Good girl,” Ian says. “I can see you’re ready .”
Ian pulls out of me and walks away from the group. Meanwhile, Sandy slides up until he’s lying right below me with his cock aimed at my pussy .
“You know you want it,” Sandy says with a salacious smirk as he rubs his length over my soaked pussy lips .
“Yeah,” I moan. I slide onto his cock, letting him pull me down by the hips until he’s all the way inside me .
I’m so lost in the sensations of being fucked by four men at once that I don’t even hear Ian walking back and getting on his knees behind me. Something wet and slippery drips onto my ass, making me yelp .
Reflexively, I start to struggle. But Sandy yanks me down until my tits are squished up against his hard chest, locking me in place .
“Relax,” Sandy says darkly. “This is going to feel good. But only if you relax .”
Sandy bites down on my neck, distracting me from the thumb that’s rubbing my ass, spreading the lube all around .
Despite my apprehension, I can’t help but grind against Sandy. I’m so aroused I can barely think. I’m just a bundle of instincts right now .
I cry out when Ian slides the head of his cock into my ass. Ian stills as Sandy continues to fuck me, saying, over and over, “You can take it. You’re a good girl. You can take it .”
I hold onto Sandy as Ian pushes deeper and deeper inside me. There’s a point where my muscles put up some resistance and it hurts, but as soon as Ian thrusts deeper, the pain lets up .
And then, it starts to feel good. Really good .
I’ve never felt so full before. The Archer brothers are stretching me to my limits, and I’m loving it. I explode over and over again, barely even realizing when both Sandy and Ian come inside me .
“You’re ours now,” Sandy growls .
Fraser lifts me up over his cock and slams into my pussy, while Austin adds more lube before penetrating my ass. Hudson has my mouth to himself, and he lets the rhythm of Fraser’s and Austin’s thrusts dictate how fast and how deep I take him .
I lose my mind. This is wrong and dirty. It’s also the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how to reconcile all these emotions warring inside me, and I don’t care .
All I know is the Archer brothers love me and I love them back. They want me, hunger for me to the point where they need to fuck me in this primal, animalistic way .
I don’t care if this is wrong. This is exactly what I want, for as long as they’ll give it to me .
By the end of the night, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve come, or how many times each of the Archer brothers have come inside me .
We lay on top of one another in a heap on the rug. Even the model train has run out of power, but the string lights still make the atmosphere feel magical .
“You’re amazing, beautiful,” Hudson says as he kisses my cheek, then lays his head by my shoulder .
I let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “That was . . . I don’t even have the words .”
“You’ll find the words eventually,” Austin says, sounding just as spent .
“He’s right,” Sandy adds. “We have all the time in the world .”
“Are you saying . . . you’re up for another round?” I giggle weakly .
“Is that a challenge?” Fraser asks. “Because I’m always up for a challenge .”
“No.” I laugh. “I’m spent .”
“Okay,” Ian says. “Challenge accepted .”
Fraser
I open my eyes to the sight of my brothers (sans Ian, who’s already working on getting today’s orders out) and Emma, all snuggled up under one thick, wool blanket .
I gently remove myself from the warm pile of my favorite people on Earth, careful not to disturb anyone else’s sleep. The corners of my lips tug up into a smile as I recall the fuck-fest that happened here last night .
I leave the workshop and enter the bathroom, where I empty my bladder. I like to play this little game in my head where I aim at a certain spot .
For months now, I’ve been bugging Hudson about making some kind of a toy for toilet-training, something to hang or stick inside the rim maybe . . . But Austin tells me something “tasteless” might hurt our brand .
Whatever. They can’t recognize a visionary idea when they hear it, but maybe I’ll come up with something myself one day and show them it’s a solid product .
Hmm . . .
Solid solution for a liquid issue? No, not “issue.” Problem? Challenge ?
Okay, I’ll admit this idea might need more work .
I finish my business a
nd make my way to the kitchen to look for some snacks, then I hear the doorbell .
Who could it be, this early in the morning? It’s still dark outside .
I glance at the clock. It’s only 7 a.m .
I rush to the door before the doorbell rings again. I couldn’t care less about my brothers, but I don’t want it to wake sweet Emma up. After what we did to her last night, she needs all the rest she can get .
I chuckle to myself as I walk to the front door, ready to tell some door-to-door salesman to leave us alone and maybe try selling his wares online instead of bugging people when they’re trying to live their lives. It’s the twenty-first century. People spend more time in front of their screens than actually talking to other people .
When I pull the door open, though, I see a familiar face .
“Oh, thank god you’re home, Fraser.” She breathes a sigh of relief. “I was worried nobody would be home. I tried to call Emma, but she didn’t answer .”
“Good morning, Mary. Emma’s still asleep.” I take a quick glance at her messy hair and the suitcases on the ground. I have questions, but I’ll leave them until later. Holding the door open, I say, “Come on in. Let me get your bags for you .”
“Oh, thank you.” Instead of entering the house, Emma’s mom throws her arms around my neck and gives me a big hug. When she thanks me again, I realize her voice is shaking. She’s crying .
“Hey, don’t cry. Everything will be okay.” I rub her back, which only seems to make her cry even harder .
“Thank you. You’re so nice .”
“Just come inside first. It’s cold out here. We have hot drinks inside,” I say, patting her back. “I’ll get Emma for you .”
When Mary pulls away, her eyes are red and puffy. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand and smiles. Again, she says, “Thank you .”
After bringing her suitcases inside, I show Mary the living room and ask her to take a seat. Then, I make two cups of hot chocolate and leave them on the coffee table .
Emma quickly wakes when she hears her mom’s waiting in the living room. She gets dressed in a rush, putting on the clothes she wore yesterday. But for a couple of minutes, I get to enjoy the sight of her naked curves while my brothers wriggle sleepily under the blanket .
I take a shower, letting Emma and Mary have a private conversation. As I make my way between the rooms in the house, though, I hear snippets of tearful conversation .
Later, at the end of the day, Emma tells us that Mary has finally decided to leave Ted. Apparently, Mary tried to have a discussion with him about making some changes, but he got angry and aggressive instead, so she packed her bags and left while he was asleep .
Emma wants to know if we’re okay with Mary staying with us for a couple of weeks until she finds a more permanent home .
We say yes, of course. It looks like Emma’s shed a heavy burden off her shoulders. Her steps are lighter, and she hums Christmas jingles as she works .
She may have been pleased with our little Christmas surprise in Hudson’s workshop, but her mom leaving Ted is probably the best present of the year. Mary’s stolen our thunder, but none of us mind. Anything that makes Emma happy is good in our books .
Sandy
W e normally eat out on Christmas Eve because even though we want turkey, none of us have the patience to watch the bird cook in the oven for eight hours .
This afternoon, though, the aroma of roasting meat fills the kitchen and wafts throughout the house. Pots and pans clang as my brothers and Emma mix and chop and crush ingredients while Mary tells them exactly what to do .
It’s funny to watch Mary turn from the meek lady who lived with her abusive partner into the bossy head chef with a bunch of underlings to order .
All the orders for Christmas have been delivered. We’ve received plenty of happy reviews about our quality products, reasonable prices, and quick deliveries. With the busiest time of the year finally behind us, we finally have some time to rest .
I’m the only one who has been spending the day in the office. But instead of working on our business, I’ve been researching the procedures for eviction so we can get Ted out of the house that rightly belongs to Mary .
Initially, she thought she was going to live in the city, ready to give up her home so she could get on with her new life of freedom .
But I told her there was no way Ted was getting the house. He’d probably ruin it through neglect, not to mention he’d possibly invite women in vulnerable positions to live with him as his servants or something .
Besides, that house is Mary’s, plain and simple .
After what he’s done, he doesn’t deserve a reward. I’m going to make a homeless man out of him .
It’s a complex process that will take a while to finish, but it can be done. I can handle this and Mary can focus on healing .
Mary’s already talking about going to her old book club and playing bridge with her friends in Rockvale. I think it’ll be good for her to go back there, although it’s probably a good idea to stay here for a while, at least until Ted stops trying to contact her .
When I walk past the dining room on my way to the bathroom, I notice they’ve hung up string lights on the walls as well, making it look just as festive the workshop .
Hudson’s going on and on about how he’ll be able to say goodbye to the his twin sponsors and their dad, now that he doesn’t need their money to keep the bills paid and keep his music career going .
I smile as I walk back toward the office. I’ll fill out Mary’s eviction paperwork, then join the others .
Then, the doorbell rings .
I don’t think my brothers, Emma, or Mary can hear it over the Christmas jingles playing on the stereo and their own loud chatter, so I get the door myself .
“Surprise!” My parents stand on the front step, their RV parked in the driveway .
“Aren’t you supposed to be in Mexico?” I ask .
My mom sighs. Turning to my dad, she says, “We would’ve gotten a better reaction from any one of the others .”
“I am surprised, though,” I say in consolation, giving them a big grin. I pull Mom into a hug, and then Dad. “You two look tan, as usual .”
“Oh, it was so hot, down in Cabo San Lucas,” Mom complains .
“It wasn’t too hot, she just missed you lot,” Dad says .
Mom grins. “Of course, I miss you. So, where’s everyone? Are you still working yourselves to death ?”
“No, we’re actually done for the season. We’re taking the next few days off, so you guys are back at the right time.” I hold the door open and let them come in .
As far as I know, nobody has had time to update our parents on our relationship with Emma, and I wonder how to break the news .
“We do have a couple of extra people this year, so we’ll have to squeeze together at the table. The turkey’s big enough, though,” I start as I think of a good way to tell them .
“Oh, you cooked? We thought you were going out, as usual. We even made some last-minute reservations for us all—not easy to get when you need a table for seven.” Mom takes off her jacket .
Before I can answer Mom’s question, Fraser pops his head out into the hallway. “Is that Mom’s voice I hear ?”
“It is me, darling,” Mom yells out. “Surprise !”
“Oh my god!” Fraser shouts—probably the dramatic reaction my parents expected at the door. Fraser’s head disappears, but I can hear him say to everyone, “Mom and Dad are here !”
That starts a commotion as everyone in the kitchen–including Rocky—confirms the news, drops what they’re doing, and rushes into the narrow hallway .
Introductions are made, although I notice nobody mentions the fact that Emma is our girlfriend and Mary is her mom who’s fleeing her abusive partner. That just seems like a lot to take in for two retired, old coots who just expected to come home for family dinner and aren’t even sitting down .
Emma
T
he turkey turns out amazing and everyone at the table says so. Of course, there’s at least a little bit of bias because it’s a product of teamwork from almost everyone at the table .
So, it’s not the turkey’s fault—or the fault of any other dish on the table—that I barely taste the juicy meat, or the rich seasonings .
It’s just that I worry about Mr. and Mrs. Archer. I worry what they think about me. Or what they’ll think about me, once they figure out who I am in their sons’ lives .
On the bright side, even though I’m dating five men, there’s only one set of parents to worry about because they’re brothers. Silver linings .
“You’re barely eating.” Hudson’s looking at me with concern in his eyes. Ever the sensitive soul, he’s figured out what’s wrong with me tonight. “Don’t worry. They’ll love you .”
“Even after they learn that I’m dating all five of you?” I whisper .
Hudson nods. “They’ve been everywhere. They’ve seen it all. If anything, they’ll love you for daring to do something unconventional .”
I stare at him in disbelief .
“I promise, beautiful.” Hudson takes my hand and kisses the back of it .
I blush and try to focus on the meal and the conversation .
Mr. and Mrs. Archer look as good as I remember. They have more strands of grey hair on their heads and more lines in their faces. But, having retired, they now get to spend their days however they want, and it shows .
They seem happy and healthy. They smile constantly, and they exude this easy, relaxed air that makes most people feel comfortable around them—most people, that is, except me .
The dinner table erupts in laughter as Mrs. Archer tells another funny travel story about how she walked into the wrong RV and saw a couple naked on the bed one night. She got angry at first, thinking the man was her husband, then she became embarrassed when she realized her mistake .
So, she has no trouble making jokes at her own expense, and she also has no trouble talking about sex with her sons at the dinner table .
