Matt was from Rochester, and he could skate. So he helped Dec and Owen and totally razzed Jack. And he sweetly skated with Roberta so Daniel had a single chance to take Caroline around the pond in his arms—a lovely moment during which her warm gaze told him she was remembering the night they first skated there, just as he was.
He learned that Jack and Matt were both older brothers, and they fell into a natural, easy relationship with his nephews that they all four seemed to enjoy. And Roberta, for so many years the sole female in the group, took warmly to Caroline.
And the dance, that awkward, disjointed, herky-jerky conga line the boys had concocted, became a whole different thing when lovely Caroline was involved. Suddenly it was hot, if in a G-rated kind of way. Movements became sinuous and sexy, with a lot of body contact as paths crossed on the journey from the dining room—gift central—to the tree. There were brief little tangos as he or Matt or Jack ran into Caroline, or even Roberta. And wild frenzies when one of them joined Owen and Declan—who would often as not end upside down, hung by their ankles. He especially loved when he caught Caroline as her hands were full of gifts, helplessly unprotected from his free, roving hands.
The boys loved it, seeming aware as he was that something special was happening. It was only Roberta who caught his eye in question at times.
She finally cornered him in the kitchen where he was busily spiking the eggnog as the young ones were falling asleep in front of White Christmas. She watched him pour rum, by big sister prerogative not even pretending she was there to help rather than snoop.
“So—Caroline?”
“Um-hmm.” Like he didn’t know what was coming. He didn’t have to help, though.
“Which one of you guys is she, uh, with?”
He emptied his hands, placed them on her shoulders, and kissed her forehead. “She’s with all of us, Rob.”
She raised her eyebrows, though he figured she’d already guessed. “How could that work, Danny? How would you”—of all people, she was polite enough to not say—“be satisfied with—”
“Sharing?”
She nodded. “I like her, but—”
“I don’t know, Rob. It’s just happened. And we’re working it out as we go along. I’m not even really a part of it yet, entirely, because of Matt and Jack still being my students. It surprises me, too. But it’s what I want.”
She shook her head, wondering. “Is it just a fling? A thing like that surely couldn’t last, right?”
He held her cheeks and kissed her. “It will last as long as I can make it last. Really. It’s what I want.”
“Do you mean Matt and Jack, too? Are you—”
“No. We’re not gay, or even bi. I like them a lot—this wouldn’t work if I didn’t. But it’s Caroline we want, all of us. It’s about her.”
“And she loves you, all of you?”
“Yeah. She does.”
Roberta swallowed hard, chewing that down. “Will you tell Mom?”
Daniel grinned, knowing that question had to come, too. “I’ll tell her about Caroline, but probably the less said about the rest, the better. “
“No doubt,” she said dryly. Then she shrugged. “Well, to hear Mom tell it, our great-grandfather never took any pains to hide that second little family he had with his mistress. I guess you won’t be the first in our line to, uh—”
“Have an alternative lifestyle? Don’t forget Dad’s aunt Frances and her companion”—he made finger quotes here—“Deborah.”
They both grinned. Roberta patted his cheek and grabbed a couple glasses of nog. “Well, as I said, I like her. And Matt and Jack are pretty cool for science nerds.”
It was an old tease, and only having her hands full protected her from an elbow nudge.
The couple of the group who were still awake at the end of the movie—Daniel was pretty sure it was only the women—rousted the others. He had help carrying the boys to bed and, once they were tucked in, the adults all made a show of going to separate rooms. As soon as Roberta was out of sight, however, he grabbed Caroline’s hand and pulled her into his room.
Jack and Matt may get her later, and have her all night, and, between them, for the next two weeks. He was bound and determined to have her to himself for a few minutes now.
He’d already lit the gas-log fire in his room. He took her to the big easy chair that faced the fireplace and sat, pulling her into his lap. They both watched the fire for a bit while he contented himself with sliding just his thumb under the edge of her sweater and stroking her soft skin. After long, content moments, he kissed her temple.
“This has been a lovely day. I hope it’s the first of many, many Christmas Eves we spend together.”
Caroline touched his face, looking into his eyes, then kissed his lips. “It felt like family, didn’t it? All of us together, and Roberta and the boys. It was very sweet.”
He wasn’t entirely satisfied, but she didn’t say more, even though he waited. Finally, he stooped to coaching her. “And you hope, also, that we will have many such days in the future?”
Looking slightly chastened, she kissed him again and then firmly met his gaze. “Yes, Daniel. I do. I want dozens of them. Just like today.”
Only with more children, brand-new ones, added over the years. He refrained from saying that out loud, but just kissed her once more.
This time he kept at it, touching, tasting, and then finally going deep. She very nicely wrapped herself around him, so he got the pleasure of feeling her firm breasts tighten against his chest. He held her hard, acutely aware of how much more he wanted, how loath he was to let her go.
“Ah, Caro,” he breathed.
She murmured sweet words against his lips. Encouraged, he slid his full hand under her sweater, stroking and clutching her. He put one hand over her lace-covered breast, thumbing her nipple erect.
She moaned a little, and he nudged his hard cock into her hip. She wore soft corduroy slacks, and he pushed his fingers up between her thighs. On another moan, she opened a little, giving him access to her pussy.
He rubbed her, the corduroy a soft chafe against his fingers.
She liked the feel of it, too. In her oh-so-Caroline way, she responded sweetly, passionately. In moments she was arching, filling his hand with her breast, seeking greater stimulation against her clit.
It was torture, wanting her so much, not having.
“Baby, baby,” he rasped out. He removed his hands from her and stood, setting her on her feet. He held her in his arms, pulling her hard against him first here, then there. Unable to resist, he stroked her pussy again, then squeezed her breast.
Finally with a Herculean effort, he bowed his body away from hers, using both hands to tuck her head into his chest.
“You’re killing me,” he said, groaning into her ear. “This is killing me, waiting to have you.”
She lifted her head up, seeking his lips and trying to snug her body up against him again. He’d gotten her hot and needy.
“It won’t be long,” she said when he pulled his mouth away from hers. “When we get back, it will only be a few more weeks.”
It would be a freaking eternity. And she so wasn’t helping, rubbing up against him like that. His hot little woman had a wicked turn-on going, and he wasn’t going to be able to resist much longer.
Reaching his limit, he swung her up in his arms and carried her to the door. He took her down the hall to the room she’d shared with Matt and Jack during Thanksgiving weekend. He pushed the door open, still holding her in his arms.
The guys were both there, and they looked up in interest—a lot of interest. Matt had been on his laptop, sitting at a small desk, and Jack was laid back in a recliner, with a paperback in his lap. They were both bare-chested and barefooted—Matt in an old pair of jeans and Jack in flannels. Clearly, they were ready and waiting for their woman.
Caroline was a hot, needy mess that he’d put her into. Fuck.
He set her on her feet once more and gave her
a reluctant push into the room. The two men were already on their feet, heading for her.
Jack was closest, and she went directly to him. He read her state of arousal correctly, apparently, and opened his arms to her. He gave Daniel a glance—which Daniel met, but could do nothing more—before he went in for her. In just that moment, he had her mouth on his, and her body wrapped up in his arms.
Then Matt was there, too, and they both had her. They touched her, her tits, her ass, her pussy, peeling off her clothes as she responded, moaning and pressing herself into their hands.
Matt turned her for a go at her mouth. She opened for him, circling one arm around his neck, but she kept the other around Jack. Turned partially as she was between the two of them, they both had access to one breast, their hands greedily palming her tits and tugging her nipples.
Daniel had one hand on the door and had meant to leave them to it. But it was freaking hot, watching them have her, and he couldn’t turn away. He didn’t quite enter the room, but stood there, with the door half-open, leaning against the frame. His cock rose, feeling about as hard as the wood against his shoulder.
Caroline was in sweet, fucking heaven. She was helplessly buffeted between the two guys. They shared her mouth and had their hands all over her. She started moaning as Jack stroked her pussy. Daniel could see as he worked her clit and then pushed his fingers into her cunt. They glistened with her desire when he brought them out and he rubbed the moisture over her clit.
She’d backed up now against Matt, and Daniel figured he had his cock humping against her ass. Matt looked over, meeting Daniel’s eyes, and palmed her tits. Very deliberately he worked her nipples. Still looking at Daniel, he dropped his head alongside Caroline’s.
“Shh, baby,” he instructed, as Caroline’s moans rose in volume. “The door’s open.”
Caroline looked over, humming now with every stroke Jack gave her. Jack glanced over, too, but he was busy at his work. On the other hand, Caroline kept her eyes on his, even has she arched, pressing back against Matt, giving Jack greater access to her cunt.
It was amazing to watch her. She had a dazed, gone kind of look, intensely aroused and reveling in it. She loved what Matt and Jack were doing to her, knew that she could trust them to take care of her.
But she wasn’t passive about it. She was seeing to their pleasure as well. When her mouth was free she used it to kiss and tongue them, scrape with her teeth. Or her hands, grasping and massaging, clutching or gently scoring with nails. She loved their chests, their shoulders, the flex of their biceps. She nuzzled, suckling at their nipples.
Both men were hard. Daniel could see the thrust of their cocks against their clothing. Caroline encouraged it, stroking them through their jeans or flannels, inflaming them. The guys, too, started moaning, their hands and mouths getting rougher with her.
Matt grasped her hips, his fingers clenching into her flesh, and held her hard against his dick. “Bend over, baby,” he grunted out. “Suck Jack’s cock.”
Matt’s words were not the least sweet and romantic. They were…stern, directive. A bit dominating.
Caro didn’t seem to object. She did what she was told, like she wanted to please. Like she enjoyed the submission to Matt’s mastery.
Fucking hallelujah. Daniel groaned. He couldn’t wait to have this woman.
Jack shoved his flannels down and stepped out of them. When he came back, Caroline was bent at the waist, her mouth just the right level.
Jack’s cock was thrust out, impressive in its size. Caro opened greedily for him, wetting her lips and starting with that big cockhead, licking and moistening it.
Jack put one hand into her hair, lifting it back to give Daniel a great view, and then cupping her head with it. With his other hand, he grasped a nipple, taking hold so that every movement they made gave her a good tug.
Caro had him all slicked up now, and with a rough groan, Jack arched back, held her head, and sank in.
Daniel could just imagine it, that incredible splendor of filling Caro’s hot mouth with hard dick. Jack loved it, looking down to watch how she took him in. He pumped a little, dicking her mouth, then going deep, down her throat. He held her steady with his hand at her head, securing her for his thrusts. And she took it without objection.
“Fuck, baby.” Matt liked watching it, too. While Jack kept going at it, Matt unzipped and brought out his cock, too. It was another freaking big one.
Hell. Daniel knew a moment’s sympathy for Caroline. When these two double-fucked her, she was going to be way full of cock. He had to wonder how she could take it, and how she’d like it when he finally got to stick his cock into her, too. Daniel packed a substantial load himself, enough that some of his ladies had gotten a bit distressed about it.
Caro surely knew how to pick ’em.
And she didn’t seem the least distressed. Matt was about to ass-fuck her, and to all appearances, she was begging for it.
He’d stepped away for a tube of lube. When he got back, he steadied her with one hand on her hip. With the other, he put the tube at her ass and gave a good shot right into her. Caro moaned, shuddering a bit at that cold intrusion. But it wasn’t an unhappy moan. She was bracing herself with her hands on Jack’s hipbones now. God, she was waiting for that huge cock up her ass, wanting it.
Matt obliged. While Daniel avidly watched, Matt pushed in. He paused when the big head of his cock had just breached her, giving her a moment to adjust.
It was a consideration Caro didn’t appreciate. She just wanted a fucking. With anxious, urgent sounds, she made her need clear even as she still worked Jack with her mouth.
Matt grinned. “You want it, baby, don’t you? You want me to fuck your ass. You want it hard, don’t you?”
He gave her what she wanted. He plunged all the way in, to the hilt.
Caro lifted her head a little, backing off from Jack for a minute while she took that one, great thrust. She panted harshly, screechy little moans that made plain what she was feeling—that exquisite stretch and fullness, that devastating sense of being taken.
Jack held her head and lifted her a little, her back still arched so her ass was right there, ready for Matt’s thrusts.
He took advantage. Caroline gripped Jack’s forearms, desperately meeting his gaze while Matt started working her. He drew that long dick out then thrust back in, long strokes that came harder and faster.
She grimaced and groaned, huffing harshly with each taking. Jack kissed her, roughly taking her mouth, her groans. Holding her head back with one hand gripped in her hair, he worked a breast, too.
Matt watched intently where he penetrated her, encouraging her, letting her know in gritty, earthy words what he saw, what he felt, what a turn-on it was to fuck her in the ass. He was close to losing it, and Daniel realized he didn’t want Matt to finish off this way. Not yet.
He wanted to see them double-fuck her, to have both their cocks filling her, ass and pussy. He stroked himself, his cock aching, on fire.
Matt apparently had the same thought. He thrust in hard and held there, murmuring instructions to her. “Lift up, sweetheart.” He slid his hands up her sides, reaching under her breasts and bringing her up.
That action rocked her down further on his cock, and Caro groaned at that extreme penetration. Matt had to crouch down a little to keep his seat. He brought her back so her head rested on his shoulder.
Her head lolled against him. She was nearly delirious with that workout she’d been given. Matt covered her tits with his hands, squeezing and chafing, plucking at her nipples. “Suck her, Jack.”
But Jack didn’t need any direction—he was already on his knees.
Daniel huffed out a snort of pleasure. Caroline was in fuck heaven. She had Matt’s big cock stuffed up her ass and his hands tormenting her tits. And Jack had three fingers stroking into her cunt while he ate at her clit.
Her body was in extremity. She reached one hand up to clasp behind Matt’s neck, rocking back into him, gr
oaning each time he nudged her a little with his dick. She put the other on Jack’s head as though to hold him to her. She was nearly weeping with pleasure. “Oh God, oh God.”
Matt drove her on, pinching her nipples and vibrating his hands on her, gritting out urgent encouragement. “That’s it, baby. Let it happen. Take it. Take more.”
She cried out. Matt was relentless. “Do her, Jack. Send her over.”
Jack was filling her hard, practically fisting her. She started bucking, nearly lifted off the ground, suspended by that cock in her ass and Jack’s hand up her cunt. She cocked a foot up on Jack’s shoulder, opening herself to his plunder. She was overwhelmed with it, moaning in a way that was about to become a wail.
Matt knew it and took one hand from her breast to cover her mouth. She panted then, hungry for air as she went over. Her body spasmed, rocking from one point of stimulation to the other. The shudders went on and on, an impossibly drawn-out orgasm. Jack and Matt kept up the action, pushing her harder, longer.
Apparently, they knew what she was capable of, and drove her to her very limits.
Matt soothed her as she eventually came down, but Daniel was sure she wouldn’t be given much time to recover. There were still two hard cocks in need of satisfaction.
Not counting his own shit-out-of-luck dick.
He was right. Jack stood and faced Caroline. Her arms were hanging at her sides like spaghetti. He took her wrists and draped them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed her behind the knees and, with Matt’s help, boosted her up. He wrapped her legs behind his waist, and she had the wherewithal to lock her ankles there.
She was slumped over him, lifted above. Matt stood upright, the head of his cock still anchored in her ass. Jack took hold of himself with one hand and found the opening to her pussy. Together they brought her down, slowly filling her with both cocks.
Caroline let out one long whimpering moan as they took her, a sound of pleasure on the edge of pain, taking that incredible double breaching. She grasped behind Jack’s neck with one hand and raised her head just a little. When she opened her eyes, she made contact with Daniel.
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