by Nicole Casey
“What about her?”
He shifted. His lips now brushed the tip of my earlobe. He whispered, “She’s Shaun’s wife.”
“I know.”
“But they share her.”
I turned over to face him. “What?”
He kissed me on the forehead then eased onto the pillow, nudging me off it in the process. I slid down and rested my head on his chest.
“Need a blanket?”
I looked up, and Will was standing over us, unfolding a thick quilt.
“Thanks, Will,” said Ryker.
“If you’re tired,” said Will, “we’ve got beds in the back.”
“We’re good here,” Ryker mumbled.
“Okay. Anything you need, just holler.” He covered us in a warm blanket, and I was as snug and as comfy as I’d ever been in all my life.
Ryker whispered to me again; his breath felt like soft kisses on my head. “Shaun told me they share everything. Can you imagine?”
“Mmm, hmm.”
“Holly,” he repeated, “can you imagine?”
I wanted to look at them again, to see his brothers while we talked about them. But I was facing the wrong way. “Sorry, sweetheart. I’ve got to shift positions” I crawled over him and curled up on his other side, my head again resting on his chest but this time looking out to the room.
Ted came over to us, holding a large pillow. “This is the most comfortable pillow you’ll ever lie on,” he said, and he set it down next to us.
“Ah, thanks, Ted.” Ryker swapped his pillow for the new one then settled down, letting out a satisfied sigh.
“Holly, do you need anything,” Ted asked. “Warm socks? Tea?”
I felt like I could have asked for anything, and no matter how far-fetched or seemingly trivial it might have been, he or another Chandler brother would have brought it to me. But I felt so good and satisfied, I could think of nothing else that I wanted.
“Thank you, Ted. I’m all set.”
“Okay. Anything you need, just holler.”
I shifted under the blanket, my leg sliding between Ryker’s. His arm wrapped around my back and held me close while his other hand rested on my hip. I felt his erection against my thigh, and I murmured. “Hmm, I see you’re not as sleepy as you thought, or at least a part of you isn’t.”
He murmured and shifted slightly, his stiff member rubbing against me.
“You know,” I said, “they have beds in the back.”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“And it is snowing.” I smiled up at Ryker, but his head was turned, and he was gazing absently at Miles, and the group sat around him. I kissed him on the chin. “Ryker, dear? Are you with me?”
He snapped out of his trance. “I was just thinking.”
“About?”
“If it were possible.”
“If what were possible?”
“The sharing.”
“Oh, yeah. What were you saying? Like they share their wives?”
He shook his head. “Shaun’s the only one who’s married, I think, but he told me they share everything. I assume that means wives, girlfriends—everything.”
“Well then, there’s your answer.”
“How do you mean?”
“It is possible. If they’re doing it, that means it’s possible.”
He went back to gazing at his brothers. “I mean, I’ve heard of it before. I’d just never met anyone who.…”
“Shared?”
“Right. Who shared.” He mumbled, “They share everything.” He was speaking as if in a dream.
I gathered that it wasn’t only the sleep but something else. “And how do you feel about it?”
He looked at me, suddenly more serious. “Do you mean: could I share? Could I share my wife or my girlfriend?”
I chuckled. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant, but okay. Let’s go there.” I had no idea how he would respond, but I surprised myself by wishing that he would say he’d be fine with it. The idea hadn’t occurred to me though I knew I’d been stimulated by being around so many attractive men who each bore an uncanny resemblance to the other. It was all so dream-like. But now the door had been opened, and we were looking in. The dream of it started to become a real possibility.
He paused a moment as if giving the notion consideration. “You know,” he said, “I think I could share. I think I’d be fine with it, actually.”
I laid my head down again on his chest. I didn’t want him to see the spark of joy that I was sure flashed in my eyes.
He ran his hand over my back; the other hand patted me on the back of my head. “What do you think?” he said, his voice cracking with timidity.
“You mean: could I share?”
“No, that’s not what I mean.”
I waited for him to elaborate. When he didn’t, I looked up at him.
“I mean, could you be shared.”
My heart quickened. I knew Ryker could feel it; I was lying so close to him, my body held tightly against his. I could feel his heartbeat, so presumably, he could also feel mine. It would have been impossible to hide my excitement. So, I didn’t.
I pulled myself up, my breasts brushing against his chest, my hardening nipples tracing the groves of his pecs. I kissed him lightly on the lips, wet them with my tongue, and kissed him again. I felt his erection pushing against my hip. I slid my hand down to undo his belt and unzip his pants. “Looks like someone needs a little room to move.”
I took the tip of his cock gently in my hand and helped it escape the confines of his boxers. Ryker leaned his head back and moaned with pleasure. I kissed him on the neck; the tip of my tongue traced a circle against his skin.
“They’re watching,” said Ryker.
I turned, and my eyes caught Ted’s. He smiled kindly, then averted his gaze. “Let them watch.” I kissed him again on the neck, then worked my way down to his chest.
I heard a “pop” that startled me. I looked around.
Miles abruptly stopped playing.
Lawson stood. “No panic,” he said, and he hurried out of the room.
“What’s going on?” I asked Gannon.
“Looks like the power’s gone out. It happens. Nothing to worry about.”
Out the window, the snow had piled on the sill, obscuring the view. All I could see was a sheet of white. I slipped out from under the blanket and got to my feet. Ryker reached for me, but I let his hand slide from my arm to grasp at the air.
“I’ll be right back,” I said to him.
Ryker also got to his feet.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” said Gannon. “We’ve got a fire. We’ve got blankets. No problem.”
Without Miles strumming away on the guitar, I became keenly aware of the wind whipping in a fury outside.
Ryker put an arm around me. “Are you all right?”
I glanced around the room. Miles and Lawson were smiling and joking. Will and Owen were talking casually to each other. Everyone was calm and carrying along as usual.
“Yeah, I’m fine. I was just startled. That’s all.”
Larson came back in, his jacket covered in snow. “The line’s down.”
Despite everyone repeating that everything was fine that there was nothing to worry about, I was feeling a bit concerned as Carson and Lawson hung blankets over the windows and Brock, and Owen brought in more blankets from the back rooms.
Will put his arm around me and gave me a side hug. “It will be like camping, except we’re inside with a nice warm fire.”
“And we’ve got plenty of Chandler punch,” Shaun added.
I stood by the fire, though I was plenty warm, and watched how each of the brothers went into action, bringing in pillows and blankets, candles and gas burners, and food and drink. They were organized and efficient like they had been through this kind of storm before. With the calm and sense of control, it was impossible to stay worried.
“You okay?” asked Ryker.
“Yeah, no problem,” I sa
id. “Your brothers have this under control.”
“My brothers,” he repeated to himself.
“Your brothers,” I repeated, and I put my arm around him and pulled him close.
“More punch?” Shaun asked us.
“I’m fine for the moment,” I said.
“Gladly,” said Ryker.
We stood by the fire, a bit out of the way, and watched the large living area transform into a cozy campsite. I leaned into Ryker. “Were you serious about what you said?”
“What did I say?”
I nudged him. “You know, about sharing.”
“You mean, was I serious that I would be comfortable with it?”
“Yeah. Are you sure?”
“I think so.” He looked at me and smiled. “Why? Do you want me to share?”
I looked at his brothers, then back at Ryker. “Yesterday, I had one Chandler, and now you’re offering to give me ten!”
“Ten Chandlers,” he said, “that has a nice ring to it.”
I wet my lips. “Yes, it does.”
We watched his brothers set up the gas burners and prepare food. I caught Shaun looking over at us. “Shaun,” I called him over.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
“Where’s Doris?”
“Doris? She went home hours ago. She’s got to go to work early tomorrow morning, though I doubt that’s going to happen now. I bet the roads will be closed, at least till the afternoon.”
“So, I’m the only girl here.”
He patted me on the back. “It’s not the quantity that counts. It’s the quality.” Then he went to join Miles at the other end of the room.
I whispered to Ryker, “So, how do we do this?”
He took a sip of his punch, winced, then set his mug down. “Miles,” he called out. “How about something up-tempo?”
A minute later, we were all dancing. Ryker took me, spun me around, then passed me to one of his brothers, who took me, spun me around, then passed me to another of his brothers. I lost track of whom I was dancing with. The men came and changed; each time I turned, I had a new man on my arm, each remarkably similar to the last though with his own individual variation.
I laughed. I staggered, nearly tripping over my own feet. I held on to a muscular arm for balance. I was twirled; I was grabbed by the waist. I hung on to broad shoulders for balance.
I scanned the room, looking for Ryker. I saw him leaning against the far wall, his mug of punch in his hand. He smiled at me, raised his mug, and winked.
Shaun took me by the waist and tried to turn me.
I grabbed his arms. “No, no. I need a break.” And I collapsed in his arms.
“Something slower, now,” Will called out to Miles.
Shaun tried to pull away, but I held on to him, one hand gripped to his shoulder, the other on the small of his back.
I put my mouth to his ear and whispered, “I think it’s wonderful how you guys share everything.”
16
Ryker
Holly stood with her back to me, her hands around Shaun’s neck, who had his hands timidly on her hips. She had a spectacular ass, further highlighted in her tight-fitting jeans. Her straight black hair fell onto her back, pointing down as if telling my eyes to follow. She swayed and rocked her hips. Shaun moved his hands from her waist up to her sides, placing them under her ribs, so close to her breasts.
My erection pressed against my pants. I loosened a button and adjusted myself.
Though Holly was quite tall, the top of her head only reached Shaun’s nose. He looked down such that I could not see his eyes. He was surely staring at her breasts, which, in her loose-fitting sweater, only offered hints of their spectacular form.
I bit down on my lower lip. Turn her around, Shaun. Turn her around, I tried to will him with my mind. I wanted to see her chest; I wanted to see his hands on her breasts, cupping them, pressing them together.
Holly turned, giving me a profile view. She pulled a lock of hair from behind her ear and brought it to hang over her face. Though I couldn’t see her eyes, I knew she was looking at me.
I put my hand to my crotch. My hips imitated the motion of hers. As her ass rubbed against Shaun’s crotch, my hand rubbed against my throbbing erection.
She threw her head back. Strands of her silk-like black hair still hid her eyes, but her neck was exposed. She pulled down on her sweater, giving me a peek at her cleavage. God, Shaun, what are you waiting for? Tear that fucking sweater off her and grab her heaving tits!
Shaun ran a hand down her waist and down her leg. He bent down so his hand could run all the way down to her ankle. Then with a jolt, he straightened, his hand gliding quickly up her leg to her waist, and then he slipped it around to her crotch and pulled her tightly against him.
My hips imitated his rocking and humping movements. My hand pressed against my erection like her tight ass pressed against his crotch.
Holly bent forward. She slipped the sweater off of her, twirled it in the air, and tossed it.
Carson caught it, and he and his brothers cheered.
Holly straightened. Her tits now pressed against her tight, white undershirt, her hard nipples poking out as if threatening to tear themselves free of the fabric. I bit down on the inside of my cheek.
Holly pulled herself free from Shaun’s hold. He lunged and grasped at air. She spun around to face him, grabbed his arm, and pulled him to her. She lifted her leg and wrapped it around his lower back. He grabbed hold of her, one hand gripping her ass, the other on her back.
They embraced, their locked lips gyrating in rhythm to their hips, her crotch grinding against his.
The Chandlers cheered.
Carson stood. He tossed her sweater behind him, and it landed on Owen’s face.
Holly pulled away from Shaun. She pushed him back and looked at him with a savage desire in her eyes, her mouth half-open, black hair falling in wild streaks across her face.
Carson, from behind, grabbed her by the waist. She let out a gasp and looked over her shoulder to see him grinning and licking his lips.
She looked back at Shaun, unzipped her jeans, and slid them down her legs to puddle at her ankles.
I was no longer the voyeur watching their intimate play. It was Shaun, now, who watched as his brother undulated against her firm ass. I was now a voyeur watching the voyeur watch their intimate play.
I didn’t care if they saw me touching myself. My erection was throbbing too hard. I slid my pants down from my waist and took my stiff erection in my hand.
“Carson,” Will called out.
Carson turned to him and, with one hand, caught what Will tossed him. A moment later, I realized it was a condom when he slid his pants down and put it on.
Holly pulled off her undershirt, twirled it in the air, and tossed it behind her. Lawson lunged over Ted and caught it. Holly’s breasts were spectacular. She arched her back to have them pointing out farther, her hard nipples begging for a mouth to take them.
With greedy, lustful eyes fixated on her heaving chest, Shaun stepped toward her, but Lawson jumped up and pushed him back. He turned to Holly, grabbed her hand, and placed it on his crotch. His other hand cupped her breast, lifting it as he bent down and placed his lips beside her nipple. His tongue ran in circles around it while Holly slid her hand inside his pants and took hold of his cock.
I closed my eyes and concentrated on not coming. When I opened them anew, Holly was bent forward, her hand guiding Lawson’s cock into her mouth. Behind her, Carson slid her panties down and teased her pussy with the tip of his cock.
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheeks, closed my eyes, and concentrated on not coming. When I opened them again, Carson was pounding her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other pressed against her ass as he thrust into her.
Lawson wrapped his arm around her from her side, reaching up to hold her by the back of her neck. His other hand cupped her breast, and he pressed his stiff cock against it.
I breathed heavily. I closed my eyes and bit down on my lower lip, concentrating on not coming. When I parted my lids again, Holly stood with her leg wrapped around Lawson’s waist; the tip of his cock disappeared inside her while his fingers fiddled with her wet pussy.
Carson approached her from behind. He took her hand and brought it to his stiff cock. He grabbed her by her hair and turned her head around to face him. Then he kissed her while his brother held her leg up and pumped her pussy harder and faster.
She grabbed Lawson’s shoulder for support. She pulled away from Carson’s kiss and let out a breathy moan before pulling him back to her for another kiss.
Lawson ran his hand up her side and over her breast in motion with his thrusts. He bent at the knees for harder thrusts that ended with him deep inside her, and his hand squeezing her breast. Holly—between the two men—rocked and swayed and gasped and moaned.
I let go of my throbbing erection. I didn’t want to come before they did, but I doubted I would be able to contain myself for much longer. I breathed heavily and slapped myself hard on the cheek. I closed my eyes and tried to distract myself with basic arithmetic. Eight times six is forty-eight divided by two is twenty-four multiplied by three is seventy-two.
I opened my eyes.
Holly was laid out on the floor atop a plush quilted blanket. Her legs were spread wide. Ted was kneeling before her, his mouth nipping at the inside of her legs as he made his way up to her exposed pussy.
Brock knelt beside her. His hands caressed her from her neck down her chest to her belly. She had her hand on his cock, and he pumped his hips in rhythm to his caresses.
Gannon knelt behind her. He brushed her hair and massaged her scalp while she took his cock and placed it against her lips. The tip of her tongue ran up and down his long shaft.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught Owen coming over to me.
“You need one?” he asked, extending his hand to reveal a condom.
I shook my head. “No, you guys go ahead.” But hurry up! I’m going to explode.
Owen walked back over to Holly and the boys. He stood over Brock and watched him work his tongue between and around her labia. Owen stroked himself calmly and continued watching as Brock lapped her pussy greedily and kissed and nipped around it. Owen put the condom on his stiff erection then he kicked his brother lightly on his side.
