Four Play

by Stephanie Brother

  I brace myself against the nearby door frame and cry out with every thrust he makes. It. Feels. So. Good.

  He lifts my leg and wraps it around him, the angle allowing him to push even deeper inside me. He bites at my neck and sucks on my breasts, and consumes all of my senses as he takes me, harder and faster.

  Pictures rattle on the wall near us, but Matt doesn’t lose a beat. I’m distracted momentarily but he brings me back to him. “I want to make you come, Maddy. Come for me, come hard.” He’s so focused, so intense.

  He buries his head against my neck and I can feel his pulse pounding against my body. He reaches between us, finds my clit, and rubs his thumb over the hood, sending sparks out to every nerve ending in my body.

  “Oh, yes, right there! Oh god, oh yes!” That was all I needed. Just a little push over the edge.

  I shatter into countless pieces as Matt keeps me steady in his arms. He continues to pump in and out of me, and moments later he calls out my name, signaling his own release.

  We cling to each other, pressing our joined bodies as close together as we possibly can. His cock pulses inside me as my pussy clenches in the reverberating waves of orgasm.

  We stay connected for several minutes after, our breathing and pulse rates slowing together. Matt kisses me tenderly and starts to whisper something in my ear when Jake’s voice booms up from below. “Done already? I’ll go a lot longer for you tonight, Maddy.”

  I giggle and Matt groans, calling down in return. “It’s called a quickie, Jake!”

  I rest my head on his chest, a big smile spread across my face. I never imagined that this is what it could be like to be shared by four men. If my fantasies had been more creative, I may have envisioned a fivesome – maybe – but to be with four men and have them share me, to couple with each of them individually at times and, at other times, come together with all of them – this flexible, open experience would have definitely been beyond the bounds of my imagination.

  It’s like I have four boyfriends, all willing to share. This would be any girl’s dream come true. Especially when the four boyfriends are the hottest men I know and they all make me feel completely cherished.

  On Friday, Adam texts me while I’m at work.

  Adam: Want to take a drive with me after work?

  Me: Sure, where are we going?

  Adam: I need to pick up a part at a garage in Green County. Keep me company?

  Green County is about an hour away. We make plans to meet at the house later in the afternoon and leave from there.

  It doesn’t make sense after the week I’ve shared with all of the men, but I get something like little nervous butterflies at the thought of spending a couple of hours alone with Adam. I think it’s because he’s the older brother, and he was the one who seemed most out-of-reach when I was a kid.

  I’m comfortable when we’re together, though, and the drive turns out to be a really nice time. Adam gives me free rein on choosing the music we listen to, and he seems to enjoy my selections, even singing along a few times.

  We talk about the bakery, my life in the city, his plans for their garage, and we spend a lot of time reminiscing about things we did growing up. It feels unexpectedly familiar and natural, like we’ve been friends for years and lovers for more than just this week.

  The sun is sinking lower in the sky as we get closer to home, casting a warm glow on everything around us. When we’re waiting at the light to cross back onto the island, Adam catches my gaze. “Are you glad you came back here, Maddy?”

  I pause before answering. I’ve been enjoying working in the bakery, despite it not being what I’d imagined for my career as a pastry chef, and there are a lot of comforts to living in the town where I grew up. Of course, the relationship I’m having with the Harding brothers has been amazing, but it’s a temporary thing. What is my life going to look like next week, when Mom is back in town and my fantasy life comes to an end? What is living here on Four Points going to feel like then?

  The light turns green and Adam starts off across the bridge. “Should I take your silence as an answer?”

  “No. I don’t know. It’s complicated, I guess.” I give him a small smile, not wanting him to think that I haven’t been enjoying myself.

  At the next intersection, Adam turns in the opposite direction on the road that would lead us back to the beach house.

  “Where to now?”

  “I told the others that we’d bring dinner home – I was thinking barbecue – but first I thought we could take a detour.”

  He takes a couple of turns in quick succession, then starts down a long, narrow road, and I know then where he’s headed. It’s one of the island’s lookout points, and we’re going to be hitting it at just the right time.

  There are just a couple of other cars in the parking lot, and people walking down by the water. Adam parks facing the sunset, at the spot farthest from the access path. When he turns off the engine, he pulls me closer to him and wraps an arm around my shoulder. “I’m glad you’re back on the island, Maddy.”

  “Thank you.” I turn my face into his body, inhaling the scent of his skin through his shirt. When I look up at him, I find him staring down at me, eyes soft and warm.

  He squeezes my shoulder as his mouth finds mine, and the tenderness of his touch takes my breath away. He brushes his lips gently against mine, our breath mingling. He samples my top lip before pulling it between his and giving it a gentle tug. He pulls me closer to him, holds my face in his hand, and tastes me like I’m something he’s been craving for a long time.

  Every move is tender and intimate, and I melt as his kisses deepen and lengthen and gradually become more heated. When we pause, we sit with the sides of our heads resting together as we look out at the sunset.

  It’s beautiful – breathtaking, really – with vibrant oranges and reds blazing across the sky and reflecting on the water. Neither of us says a word as we watch the colors brighten and slowly fade, but Adam continues to caress my arm and keep me close to him, making me feel cherished and desired.

  When the sky is dark, Adam leans down to lay a soft kiss on my forehead. I could almost cry at the gentleness of his gesture, but he immediately follows his kiss by asking if I’m hungry.

  “Um, sure. I could eat.”

  “My brothers are probably starving.” He calls in an order to the island’s best barbecue restaurant, and then we’re on our way.

  Back at the house, the other three are waiting for us, and they’re as hungry as Adam predicted. We fill our plates and sit on the back patio, where we talk, laugh, and listen to the waves rolling in as we eat.

  Later, when everyone’s had their fill, we go back inside, clean up, and head upstairs for one last night together.

  24

  Some kind of game

  Saturday morning I awake with an ache in my belly and a heavy heart. Today is the end of my time here with the Harding brothers.

  It’s still dark but I can make out the shapes of the men stretched out around me. We’ve been sleeping together all week on the second-floor landing, though at some point the makeshift nest of blankets and pillows was replaced with large mattresses.

  Our positions have changed each night but right now the twins are bracketing me on both sides and Matt and Adam are near our feet.

  I debate whether I should wake them so early, and I wonder whether there’s time for coming together with them one last time, or if it would be easier not to go there again.

  Before I even notice that he’s awake, Josh is stroking my cheek. “Hey, what’s the matter? You look sad.”

  I try to smile but my eyes betray me.

  “What’s wrong?” He’s suddenly closer, cupping my chin in his hand and searching my eyes for answers.

  “Sorry. I’m just feeling sad this morning.” I keep my voice to a whisper but I feel Jake stir behind me.

  “Why are you sad?”

  I pull a blanket around me and scoot backward to sit up. “Well, you know
, because it’s our last morning together.”

  Josh is instantly up on all fours and makes no effort to keep his voice low. “What do you mean, last morning? You’re leaving?”

  “Well, yeah. Of course, I’m leaving. We all knew this couldn’t go on forever.”

  Jake is upright now, too, and the sight of the twins with their bare chests and their sexy, messy morning hair almost does me in. Matt and Adam are waking up and looking our way.

  “This has been wonderful and I’ve enjoyed every minute with all of you but…” My words trail off. Surely I don’t need to explain myself.

  “But you’re leaving? Meaning you’re not coming back after work today? Why not?” Josh looks confused.

  “Our parents are coming back today. Did you forget that?”

  “What does that have to do with anything?” Matt’s morning voice is a gravelly rumble.

  Adam gets up and flicks on the overhead light, making me blink hard.

  “We can’t keep this up. It just wouldn’t be right. Our parents would die if they knew what we’ve done and I don’t intend to sneak around under their noses.”

  The men are silent for a long minute before Adam speaks. “So – wait a minute – this was your plan all along? One week with us?”

  I stand up, keeping the blanket around me as I put some distance between them and myself. “It wasn’t a plan. You make it sound calculated. I thought you understood. I thought we were just having some fun.”

  Adam is glaring at me, and Matt looks puzzled. I can’t bring myself to look at the twins.

  “That’s all this has been to you? Fun? Like some kind of game?” Josh asks.

  “Well, you were keeping score on my orgasms.” I attempt to lighten the mood because I never expected this reaction from them and I don’t really know what else to say.

  “That’s not even funny, Madison.” Adam’s jaw is tight as he spits out the words. “We were joking around but what we have with you is not a game.”

  It scares me when Adam uses my full name. I’m not sure I’ve ever heard him do that. If it were one of the other men I might soften and apologize for not realizing how they felt, but since it’s Adam, I dig in my heels.

  “How could you ever think it was something more? How could you ever think this could continue? Do you really expect me to sneak around, and do you expect me to risk hurting my mother, who’s sacrificed so much for me? She’s finally found happiness, and there’s no way I will jeopardize that.”

  Glaring at Adam as I march past, I avoid the other three men’s eyes. Last night's clothes are downstairs. I get dressed and grab my bag, not caring what items I’ve left behind upstairs.

  I hang on to my anger at their unrealistic expectations until I’m about a half mile away. The dark, deserted streets seem to emphasize how alone I am. Not much more than ten minutes ago I was surrounded by four warm bodies belonging to four very caring men. Now that’s all over.

  My anger gives way to tears.

  I’m doing my final cleanup of the day and Lonnie is closing things down up front when the bell on the door signals a last-minute customer.

  “Hello! We’re back!” Mom’s cheerful voice triggers a complex reaction of thoughts and emotions. Guilt, nervousness, curiosity, fear, happiness – it’s all tangled up inside me as I go out front to meet her.

  “How are you, honey? How have things been going here?” She gives me a long hug, and Mike, looking mildly sunburned, follows with a shorter one.

  Things have been amazing, unbelievable, and somehow all wrong here, I think, but I say, “Things are fine. How was your honeymoon?”

  “It was wonderful! I have so much to tell you and so many pictures to show you.”

  “That’s great.”

  “But we just got in. We haven’t even been home yet, so I’ll leave you to finish closing up. We’d like to invite you over to the house, though, Mike’s house – our house.” Mom looks up and smiles at him, and in his smile I see reminders of his sons’ faces. “How about dinner Friday night? We’ll invite the boys over, too, and then we can tell all of you about our trip together.”

  I grasp wildly for some kind of excuse, but I know if I say I’m busy she’ll just pick another night. How can I avoid the brothers without coming out and telling her I want – no, need – to avoid them?

  “I think that’ll be fine,” I mumble, fully intending that I’ll make a last-minute excuse when the time comes.

  25

  Wait a minute. Love?

  The week passes slowly. I’d like to say I manage to put the Harding brothers out of my mind, but the truth is that I find myself cycling through periods of anger, frustration, and sadness as I go through the motions of my daily work.

  By the time Friday comes, I’ve abandoned the idea of skipping out on Mom’s invitation. I tell myself I’m going to go because if I avoid my stepbrothers now, I’ll just be putting off the inevitable. We’re officially related; I can’t avoid them forever.

  The buried-deep-inside real reason that I’m going to mom’s dinner – the reason I can barely admit to myself – is that I miss them. A lot.

  Approximately 400 things each day remind me of one or all of them. Jokes I hear that I want to tell them, funny memes that I know they’d like, something I bake that I’d really like to share with them.

  How could I have known I would feel this way about them after spending just one week with them?

  I shower after work and change clothes a few times before deciding on a very basic baggy sweater and jeans. I try to conceal my shape as if doing so will somehow help us all forget about the pleasure we’ve shared with our bodies.

  The Harding brothers apparently make no such effort.

  When I pull up to Mike and my mom’s house, Adam, Matt, Josh, and Jake are all outside on the front porch. They’re waiting for me. And even from my car, I can see they look devastatingly handsome and irresistible.

  I’m torn between wanting to run up and hug them, and wanting to put my car in reverse and go back to my original plan of skipping out on tonight.

  All the butterflies have woken up in my stomach. While I’m stuck in indecision, Josh and Jake appear at my window. There’s no turning back now. I turn off the ignition, take a deep breath, and open the car door.

  “How are you, Maddy?” Josh’s tone is friendly but there’s heaviness underlying his words.

  “I’m fine. How are you both?” I meet their eyes only briefly before going into the backseat for the rolls and cake I brought from the bakery.

  Jake immediately takes both items from me, ever the gentleman. “We’re alright. Been better.”

  I clear my throat but find I have nothing to say in response. We walk together up to the porch where Adam and Matt are standing to the side of the door, watching me every step of the way.

  “Hey, sis. Long time, no see.”

  I knew Adam would say something to try to get a rise out of me. I don’t take his bait. “Adam. Matt.” I give them each a brief nod as I pass by.

  The smells that greet me inside the door help to brighten my mood and help me slide into pleasant-daughter mode.

  “Hi, Mom. I’m here!” I call out as I head toward the kitchen. This isn’t the Harding house that I visited when I was a kid – Mike moved at some point since then into this much bigger house – but I was here earlier in the week with Mom so I know where the kitchen is.

  “Hi, honey! Come on in. Did you bring the – oh, I see.” She sounds flustered, interrupting herself as she sees Jake enter behind me with the bakery. “Thank you, Jake.”

  He nods. “Do you need anything, Jen?” Jake sounds slightly hesitant calling my mom by her first name. Of course, she’s no longer Mrs. Lewis, and thank god he isn’t calling her Mom.

  “No, thank you. We’re fine.” She turns to me. “Maddy, can you help out with the salad?”

  I’m relieved when Jake leaves us alone, and I gratefully involve myself in helping to get the meal ready. I try to stop worrying ab
out how the evening will go and instead focus on Mom’s conversation. She’s clearly excited and maybe a bit nervous about hosting her first dinner in her new home.

  When it’s time to sit down, I attempt to snag a corner chair, but of course, I end up seated right between Matt and Adam with the twins across from us. It’s like a mirror image of the dinner at Mom’s on my first night back on the island, only now my emotions are so very different, and so much more complicated.

  I still hold some anger for the brothers like I did when I moved back to the island, but it’s different now. I’m angry at them for showing me how wonderful something could be, and for them having the unrealistic belief that what they showed me could actually be real. It would be easier if they’d only wanted to use me and enjoy me for a week. At least, I think it would.

  Do they think I was just using them? There’s a lot of guilt mixed in with my anger.

  During dinner, I focus on my plate as much as possible, though I’m forced to look back and forth between Mom and Mike, who are seated at opposite ends of the big farm table, as they tell us about their travels.

  Thankfully, they keep the conversation going, so I don’t have to talk to any of my stepbrothers, though they say plenty with their eyes.

  When I accidentally make eye contact with them, they give me meaningful looks. Josh and Jake look hurt. Matt looks like he’s trying to communicate something to me that I refuse to understand. Adam alternately looks angry, or like he’s trying to give me a hard time.

  Though I try to pay attention to the honeymoon stories, I’m repeatedly distracted by my awareness of the men’s bodies surrounding me. It’s like I can feel heat and energy flowing off of Matt and Adam’s thighs and arms and inflaming my skin. I try not to look but can’t help but be distracted by Josh and Jake’s broad shoulders and full lips across the table from me.