by Ivy Fox
“When she excused herself to get some sodas from the kitchen, I followed her. I was horny as fuck with adrenaline still pumping through my veins. And here was Freya, still flushed from the game, looking like she had just been fucked sideways.
So I did something stupid. I cornered her by the fridge and kissed her. And not just a friendly ‘you are like a sister to me’ peck on the cheek, but a full-fledged ‘tongue inside your mouth until you can’t breathe’ type of kiss. Before I knew it, I had both my hands gripping her ass while pressing her body next to mine. I stopped before it got further, but once I saw the fucked-up-ness of it all, I ran out without even an apology.”
Before any of the brothers have their say, I crawl into Mason’s lap and wrap my arms around his neck.
“You thought that was the reason why I made myself scarce?”
“Wasn’t it? I was supposed to look out for you and protect you, like the sister our families had christened you to be. But instead, I took advantage of you. How can you say it wasn’t my fault if the very next day you stopped coming by?” he asks guilt-ridden.
“No, Mason. That is not why I took off and didn’t come back. You should have said something to me instead of living with this misplaced guilt. I don’t regret that day at all. Not for a minute. You were my first kiss, Mase. And it will be one of my most treasured memories.” I explain, but he still shakes his head disbelievingly. I fully straddle his lap so he can see, as well as hear, my earnest reply.
“You seem to forget, you weren’t the only one in the kitchen that afternoon doing the kissing. I kissed you back to.” I remind him.
“I thought I had made that all up in my head. That my testosterone had gotten the best of me, and I had ruined everything.”
“No, Mason. Please don’t think that way. It wasn’t because of you. Kissing you was never a mistake. It never will be,” I tell him, and place a small kiss on his lower lip, bringing mine slowly up to the center of his and licking its seam. I feel his immediate erection rub itself on my stomach, and give our kiss just a little bit more fuel by adding a small bite on his lip. He moans into my mouth, and I feel like the luckiest woman on this earth being able to kiss Mason Perry the way I always wanted to. He pulls away reluctantly, and we join our foreheads together to share one quick breath.
“I missed you so much, Princess.” The words come from a place deep within him. Words that had been concealed for too long. Words that my heart acknowledges as his testimony, of the years he has suffered in silence, blaming himself for one of the sweetest memories I have.
“I missed you too, Mase. So, so much.” I confess and raise my pelvis to meet his. I feel his quivering member harden, and my only thought is to bring him back to life instead of the shattered soul before me. I gently rock my core to his in smooth strokes, until I see the faint light reach his star-filled eyes.
“Freya…” He chokes.
“Give me your guilt, Mason. Give me all those feelings you’ve been hiding from me. Let me devour each one of them until none remain.” I order, racking my fingers through his hair. I speed up each thrust until both of us are aching for more. Mason’s hands grasp each butt cheek, as he leads our tempo.
We’re still fully clothed, but our greediness for each other prevents us from taking time to unshed any particle of clothing. Instead, we continue this torturous sway of cores, while blending our breaths – Mason giving me the oxygen I need, and me returning it to its origin.
There will be crescent moons on my skin as his nails bite into me, and there will be the same tattooed shapes on Mason’s shoulders when I feel his tip pounce on my swollen clit. A burst of light blinds me as I cum on Mason’s clothed lap, and I feel my wetness increase with his own release. My head falls to his shoulder and his to mine, as he holds me closer in reverence and devotion.
“Princess,” he whispers in my ear, and I could almost sense a declaration of love trailing behind his utter of my nickname.
There is a soft cough behind us, and I see Drew trying to get my attention back onto the remaining brothers, who still look edgy and also hungry for the same treatment.
But first things first.
Answers.
Right.
“Okay, so what Mason said was true. He did kiss me, but that wasn’t the reason why I got spooked. You have to believe me.” I demand. No way could I live with myself if they blamed Mason for my disappearing act.
“So what was?” Drew asks.
“It was what I thought immediately after the kiss that troubled me,” I tell them, my head still placed on Mason’s chest. All of them focus their stare on me, urging that I continue, but this is eating away at all my courage. Based on the past couple of days, I know they won’t judge me, but still, it’s a big step for me to take.
“After Mason kissed me, the first thing I thought was how I wished all you boys were there too. How kissing Mason felt so right, but wrong at the same time because you weren’t there,” I proclaim, using every fiber of courage I have to blurt it all out.
“At the time, I was still discovering my desires, trying to understand the emotions I was feeling, but when I tried to think of who I wanted to kiss, it was never just one face that popped up in my head. It was five. Five very similar and yet very distinctive faces of you all. It took Mason kissing me to see there was something very wrong with me, as I knew that I couldn’t have all five of you. And if I couldn’t have all five, then I was better off not having anyone.”
“That’s crazy, Freya! Why didn’t you just come and talk to us? We would have figured something out. Talked you through it,” Tyler belts out.
“What could I have said, Tyler? That I was a confused teenage girl, who wanted to kiss all five brothers at once?” I yell out, shutting Tyler’s outrage.
“I was scared of what you would think of me, okay? What if you thought I was crazy? Or some sort of slut? I couldn’t even bear the idea of you guys looking at me any different, so I did what I thought would help. I kept my distance, just for a while, hoping to give myself enough time for these feelings to go away.”
“But you never came back to us.” Tyler accuses.
“That’s because the feelings never went away.”
Chapter 17
Freya
These past two weeks have been the best in my life. I still pinch myself each morning to make sure I’m really awake and not dreaming each second I spend with the boys.
Tyler and Mason decided to stay the rest of the time here too, while I was living at their house. Having all five brothers’ undivided attention is not for the faint of heart, I tell you. We can be just talking and reminiscing about old times, and from a drop of a dime, the very next second one of them is bending me over a table and taking me from behind.
I hate to say it, but they’re not the only ones with little self-control. I’m just as hungry for them as they are for me. This place we encounter ourselves in is a new territory that we’ve never shared before. The instinct to reach over to any of them, and know they will come to do your bidding, is highly addictive.
At one time, I was just washing the dishes with Mason, laughing about how he used to crawl on all fours so that he could give me a piggyback ride. The memory was so innocent, but all of a sudden, a wave of both nostalgia and excitement crept into my body – I felt warm all over knowing that he hadn’t forgotten how we used to play, and heated in a more carnal way, craving to bring Mason to his knees again.
There was this new bravery my body seemed to enjoy, and before I could question it, I put both hands on Mason’s broad shoulders to lower him, getting his face mere centimeters to the intended place, where I needed his full attention to be. And Mason didn’t disappoint. No words needed to be said.
He lifted my summer dress to my waist and ate his dessert for a full hour. My moans and cries were so loud that Tyler and Chaz showed up to finish me off on top of the kitchen island. I lost track of the orgasms I had that day.
From the girl who entered this house
completely untouched, I sure was making up for lost time. The sweet thing was, I got the same feeling that my boys were also milking our time together for all it was worth. I was hardly ever without one or the other the whole day.
But at night, that’s where my feelings were in real danger. The boys had put two mattresses on the floor of my room, making enough space to play around. And even though I loved the way they used me, I loved it even more the way they cherished me afterward. Cuddling, massaging, and kissing me from head to toe. There wasn’t a piece of skin on my body that had not been touched or kissed by each brother. And the way they shared me, God, it was so perfect. So right.
And after we were all sated, we would just talk. Talk about our dreams, our fears, our lives. Talk about everything and anything, just like old times. It’s as if I found a long lost book that I loved and started to reread it. In doing so, not only made me remember why I loved it in the first place, but also on how the words on its pages held a whole new life to it, that I wasn’t ready or clever enough to understand before.
We all grew up, and in growing up, so did the way we saw the world around us and our place in it. When this thought came to me sometimes, I would start to let my tears fall silently, never explaining why I loved hearing their stories, or why they hurt my heart. Tears that were also shed because of how different we became throughout the years, and how I had missed out on all the changes and the important events in their lives. It ached knowing I wasn’t a part of it.
The boys didn’t question the reason behind my tears, they just held me in their embrace instead, and this time, they took their time making love to me. This part of lovemaking wasn’t the needy carnal lust that we craved on a constant basis. This was too spiritual. Too close to reaching our own personal nirvana. It felt deeper. As if what we were feeling transcended the sharing of bodies and skipped right to mixing our souls into singularity. A unique heart amongst us and one-of-a-kind love. A love they won’t make movies out of, but that feels greater than any silver screen could show.
We haven’t said the words, and maybe we never will, but when we are together, those words are as loud as church bells on a lazy Sunday morning. They are spelled out in the air with every kiss. It’s hushed in our ear with every moan and cry of ecstasy. It’s all around us. And when the boys fall asleep, all grabbing one part of my body to hold for dear life, I hold onto them with the same intensity, silently letting fresh tears fall, and praying they don’t wake up or understand why there is sadness amongst such joy. Our happiness has an end date, and I see it knock on our heavenly gates, taunting me. Telling me to enjoy what I can now because life after the month is over and done with, will never hold true beauty for me again.
Chapter 18
Drew
The past couple of days, I sense something is off in our beloved Freya. When she thinks we’re not watching, I see her pain bleed out of her. It’s freighting how one minute she looks like a queen, enamored with the life God has given her, and the next she seems to be living a nightmarish hell, hiding away.
The others seem too exhilarated with her back in our lives to take notice of anything else, but my eyes see her now. She’s no longer able to put a veil over her thoughts or feelings. Maybe in the past, she was able to give an Oscar-winning performance in holding her head up high, as if she had everything to be happy. But the time we’ve shared together under our roof, showed me her pure joy.
Freya had been lost without us, just as much as we had been without her. Before, we all acted the same way as she did, pretending that each day we weren’t lost souls begging for her light. But once you’ve tasted true bliss, it’s easy to see when one is being fabricated.
I’ve been mentally preparing myself for what’s to come from her melancholic thoughts – knowing that she will need someone by her side – once her fear takes over. The moment she wakes up, I see suffered determination cling to her very aura. So I do the only thing I can think of. I take her for a ride on one of the twins’ bikes, hoping the sea breeze will lighten her spirits.
The sun and moon still share the same sky, as we walk barefoot on the sand, with the waves gently touching the soles of our feet. We walk in silence, but I keep her hand in mine, and gently rub circles on her wrist, hoping it soothes her worries away. But I’m not a fool. Every fake smile she throws at me, only confesses the turmoil of her mind. You would think choosing the beach would be a perfect escape and a welcomed distraction to her troubled thoughts, but I seem to be wrong.
“The beach always reminded me of each one of you Perry boys, you know?” she begins to say, a meek smile tugging at her lips.
“Have you ever heard a song that immediately reminds you of someone? Or smell a scent that brings you back to a certain place and time? Well, to me the beach was all that and more when it comes to the boys next door. The smell of the ocean. The sand at my feet. The sun on my face. All of it,” she continues.
“It’s home to you. I guess that’s why it reminds me so much of all of you,” she whispers.
“The beach isn’t our home, Freya,” I tell her.
“No?” she replies, one brow raised in question. I shake my head and stop walking. I place both hands on her face, cradling her fragility and beauty in my palms.
“You’re our home Freya. You will always be our home.” The confession summons silent tears from the corner of her eyes. I bring her closer to me and hold her tightly. Her heart is pounding a mile a minute in her chest.
I feel so powerless to help her. I want to ask her what is troubling her so much, but I already know the answer. I already see our fate written in the sand, but just like the water that clears it away with every turn of the tide, I know for sure we can write our own destiny only on solid rock, where no wave can erase it.
I’ll just have to be patient to make her understand that love comes in many shapes and sizes. Not everyone will understand it, but who gives a fuck anyway? The moment she’s able to be honest with herself and see the beauty in her feelings, that’s when she’ll be free. But this is her journey. She might think she’ll have to go at it alone, but as I have her locked in my embrace, I make my own solemn vow to stand by her. My princess will never be without her Knight again.
“What is it, Princess?” Carter asks the overly silent Freya. We’re all having dinner in the kitchen, enjoying Chaz’s Parisian-styled dessert, which he’s been trying to perfect, but Freya’s absent laughter throughout dinner is too loud to ignore.
“What’s on that pretty little mind of yours?” He adds.
I witness her clean her sweaty hands on her thighs, thinking of ways to start the conversation, worrying about of how we will all react. I reach out and grab one of her hands, entwining my fingers with hers. She raises her emerald eyes to meet mine, and those jewels seem to thank me for offering such a small sign of affection when it’s most needed. Even though it’s going to kill her in the end, I see her determination to set the wheels of fate in motion.
“Next week our parents come home.” She starts softly.
“And?” Tyler asks, and I see his back already stiffening up straight. Maybe he too saw the writing on the wall.
“And I think when the month is up, so should we be,” she replies stoically.
“Say that again sweetheart, because I’m not following,” Mason states with no teasing tone in his voice.
“I mean…What I’m trying to say is…,” she stutters, looking at our clasped hands, instead of the five men in this room whose gazes are solely fixed on her.
“You mean you want to end this before our parentals find out.” Chaz deadpans, and I hear the bitterness in his voice. She just nods her head, too ashamed to look them in the eye.
“This is complete bullshit, you know that, right?” Chaz grunts, standing from his seat.
“Is it? Think about it, Chaz. How would we go about continuing this relationship?” she asks, and I almost hear the plea in the question. To have him offer any type of solution so she wouldn’t have to rip her h
eart apart.
“At least you admit we are in a relationship. All of us. Don’t any of us get a say in the matter?” Tyler huffs, just as angry and inconsolable as Chaz.
“You do, of course you do. But can you honestly tell me you have a better idea?” Her shoulder slumps while I continue to hold her hand, never breaking the contact.
“Fuck yeah, we do. We stick together. We should have been together from the start, and now you’re pulling back just like before,” Carter yells. She starts chewing her lower lip because deep inside she knows he’s right on the money.
“You’re running. Again. When are you going to see there is no running from us?” Mason blurts out and I see her heartbreaking at my brother’s soft lament.
“I just don’t see how we can continue. People are cruel and mean. They won’t understand.”
“Fuck people!” Tyler bellows. “The only people I care about are in this room. Princess, don’t do this to us. Not a second time.”
“You broke us once, Freya. If you do this, we won’t come back from it,” Carter adds under his breath.
She starts to cry, feeling Carter’s words pierce through her heart with a sharp blade. It hatchets it to pieces, bit by bit, with us witnessing its savage hacking first hand.
“Please.” Chaz cries, and as I look at my lost brother, I see that Carter’s words are already holding true.