She must have sensed some reaction to her comment, even though we all had deadpan expressions.
“What’s the matter with you all?” She looked around. “Have you got a problem with Nathan because he is gay?”
Carl let out the biggest laugh quickly followed by the rest of us.
“What did I say? What’s so funny?”
“Nathan is gay,” Carl said but could manage nothing more because he was laughing so hard.
“What’s funny about being gay? Am I living with a bunch of homophobes and I didn’t know?”
“It’s not that,” I said. “We thought he was our competition and you might be into him.”
Sophie grinned and chuckled.
“We didn’t know he was gay.” I looked at Carl. “No wonder he’d like to see more of you with your clothes off.”
“How could you think he was anything other?” Sophie broke into a full belly laugh. “Just for that slur on his good name all three of you should volunteer your naked bodies to his art.” She apparently thought that was very funny and we all laughed too.
“Actually,” said Carl, when we quietened down. “You did say something interesting while biting my head off.”
“Did I?”
She looked as curious as I was.
“Yes. Something about you liking all of us.” Carl gestured around the room as he brought us back to the subject that must have been on everyone’s mind.
Poor Sophie’s face went red, and she took another mouthful of ice cream.
Adam shifted a little at his end of the seat to direct his attention toward her rather than the TV screen.
“Well, of course,” Sophie began, “if a woman is attracted to any one of you she’s going to feel the same way about all three of you because you look alike.”
“Do we, now?” I laughed at her stating the obvious, and then the others joined in.
“You know what I mean,” Sophie protested. “And it’s not just about looks. You’re all so lovely. I wouldn’t want to have to choose between you.”
“And you don’t, Sophie. You don’t have to choose between us. You can choose to have us all,” Carl said in such a matter of fact way that I wanted to whisper in his ear a word about wooing and romance. The irony; he was supposedly the more artistic of the three of us.
“You guys are really serious, aren’t you? Serious and persistent. It’s a big decision. I’ll have to give it some thought.”
Sitting in a single armchair, I felt so far away. I longed to touch her and reconnect the way we had just a few nights ago. I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked and show her how much I desired her because she was beautiful on the outside as well as the inside.
She didn’t say no outright, and the underlying tension in the room didn’t ease. If anything she’d raised our hopes. The atmosphere felt charged with sexual energy. The tension in the room was so palpable it couldn’t have just been me. I was sure all three of them wanted to clarify our relationship just as much as I did.
Taking Adam’s bowl out of his hand, Sophie placed both of their bowls on the table and cuddled up to Adam’s side. His arm had finally made it and was draped over her shoulder.
My brothers and I wanted to move things forward with Sophie and make her feel good.
We’d tried to tell her, but I'm not sure she got it.
I wasn’t sure she really understood we were talking about her having three relationships, one with each of us. We already had a strong bond as brothers, and nothing was going to break that. Sharing the same woman, being in love with the same woman, it made so much sense.
Something different than most other people had. Not something you see on television, but something that would work for us.
Kicking my shoes off to get more comfortable, I noticed everybody still had their shoes on.
“How are your feet, Sophie?”
She looked at me and blinked rapidly with surprise. The question was a bit out of the blue.
“Fine. Why?”
I leaned forward to put my empty dessert bowl on the table. “All that walking to and from college. I thought you might like a foot massage.”
She raised her feet slightly and wound the ankles in two opposite circular motions. “If you’re offering, that sounds great.”
Without delay, I fell to my knees at her feet and removed her shoes. I held her feet in my hands. I knew enough about foot massage that a firm grip was required to avoid tickling her. I placed both feet on my lap and began to work on one.
After pushing her toes back until they were fully flexed, I rubbed my palm along the undercarriage of her foot.
She hummed. “That feels really good. I’ve never had a foot massage before.”
We wanted to give her many things she’s never had before. She had no idea.
Using the fingers and knuckles of clenched fists I pushed into the fleshy parts of her foot, applying the greatest pressure to her heel. My fingertips and the palms of my hand worked over the bony parts. I carefully rested the foot down before doing the same to the other.
Sophie reminded me of a cat lying on a sofa purring with delight as it was stroked by owner.
Carl and Adam watched with some interest.
“My feet ache a little,” Carl mumbled.
“I'm not into big boy’s feet,” I replied. In my hands, Sophie’s feet were so small, smooth, and delicate.
Sophie took hold of Carl’s hand and threaded her fingers through his. I didn’t imagine it; it was definitely her who took the initiative there. She reached out to him.
Holding hands with Carl, leaning against Adam and with me at her feet, her body language suggested she was quite amenable to the three of us.
“It’s not just a foot massage. I’ve never had a massage at all. In fact, there are many things I haven’t experienced.” Sophie blushed, and I wondered what was going through her mind. Something dirty, judging by the expression on her face.
I couldn’t help getting a little hotter myself as I thought about things we hadn’t done in the bedroom together. Not that the others knew. I’d never tell my bros the details. I couldn’t speak, but my brothers did.
“I'm sure we can help you out with experiences. We can certainly do massage,” said Carl.
“Is there anything else you’ve got in mind?” Adam said.
Judging by the way her face had gone even redder there was something else she was considering, and it may well have been dirty. I loved this girl.
She bit her bottom lip and offered no more information.
“You know, a massage could feel so much better if you were lying down completely flat.” I squeezed up above her ankle, hinting at the possibility. “If you weren’t wearing jeans I could do your calf muscles as well.”
“Laying flat. Are you suggesting like on a bed?”
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
SOPHIE
Through the course of that stressful, unhappy day I would never have envisioned its ending would involve Carl leading me by the hand to his bedroom, Adam and Ben following close behind.
“I need to grab a shower,” Adam said. “I’ll join you in a minute.”
I heard Ben say, “And me.”
“I need one, too.” I released Carl’s hand and stepped toward my room, but Carl kept a firm grip on me.
“Mine’s the biggest,” Carl boasted. “And I’m talking about bathrooms. So come and share with me and save on water.”
The invitation for shower sharing was clearly only aimed at me, and I didn’t resist the gentle pull in the direction of Carl’s room.
I glanced behind. Ben had already disappeared into his room.
Adam winked at me as he walked past to his own.
On the opposite side of the corridor to our three bedrooms, Carl occupied the master suite. For that reason, we all agreed he had the best space for the six-handed massage that they were offering.
Once we stepped into his room, and with the door still open, he pulled me into a warm embrace. O
ur faces were drawn together, our mouths finding each other.
Over the few weeks we’d lived together, Carl had become my best friend in the city. He was fun to hang out with, and we had a lot of interests in common. I now discovered he was also a fantastic kisser.
He held me firmly against him. My body yielded and molded to fit with his while his tongue slipped through my open lips and into my mouth.
I never expected to kiss my best friend. I wasn’t prepared for how good it felt or how much my whole body would hum with desire when he held me like this.
As if we were in tune, and chemistry meant us to be together in this way.
Somehow he undressed me while we kissed.
My mind remained more focused on the pleasurable contact, the taste and smell of his skin, so I hardly noticed my clothes slipping away. I should have felt self-conscious as he removed my clothes, especially with his bedroom door still open. But there was no requirement for privacy.
Suddenly aware of my near nudity, I rolled my hip as he slipped his hands into the top of my panties to ease them down. How could I be self-conscious before him when we were fellow artists? I’d seen him naked, after all.
His hands cupped my bare ass cheeks as he pulled me towards him again, kissing me with a little more urgency. I could feel the hard erection through his clothes pushing against my bare stomach. I loved the feeling and that he was turned on like this.
Reluctantly, I pushed him away. “Shower,” I whispered. My voice was a little hoarse.
He stepped back and grinned. “Come on,” he said as he pulled his top over his head and strode toward his bathroom.
He’d reached the bathroom door before I could move. Naked, vulnerable, and excited, my brain didn’t send the move it signal to my legs as it was too busy watching the fine rear view of the topless man. I already knew he had fine muscle definition as a result of the art class. Now I got a private view, and his hands in front of him seemed to be undoing his fly.
As his pants started to slip down, I sucked in a deep breath.
He glanced over his shoulder at me. “Are you ready?”
Nodding, I walked to join him. “I am.”
“I’ll get the water going.” He shed his pants and underwear in a swift blur of movement and disappeared into the bathroom.
It was massive. I’d glanced in his bathroom only once before when I’d had an initial tour of the house. The walk-in shower was itself the size of a small room, fully tiled and with multiple body jets. It was big enough for two; it could easily accommodate four.
When I walked into the room the water was already cascading, but Carl was still fingering the remote control. All of the bathrooms had remote control operated showers, but Carl’s bathroom was by far the most impressive. I realized he wasn’t changing the water setting but turning on the atmospheric mood lighting. A romantic red glow descended over the room.
He held out a hand, which I took in mine, and we stepped into the wet space together.
“It’s so massive in here the other boys could have joined us too.”
“I’m not going to worry that they didn’t.”
“I suppose the three of you are so big it would certainly seem rather crowded in here.”
“Yes and you might like it, but from my point of view, it would start to feel like having a shower after a sports match. You know, too many guys.”
He squeezed shower gel on his hands from the pump dispenser, rubbed his hands together, and then stepped behind me. “I thought if you went for a shower in your room, you might have second thoughts and not reappear for the night.”
“You’re right; I’d probably have been overcome with nerves.”
He smothered the shower gel over my shoulder blade and down my back. It felt great. “You’re not too overcome with nerves now?”
“I’m in your shower, Carl. And naked. And your brothers are coming back in a minute to give me a massage. Yes, I’m very nervous.”
He kissed the back of my neck, and his soapy hands slipped down my arms as he came closer to me. His breath and affectionate kisses were reassuring. His solid chest against my back felt strong and comforting. His erection, however, felt big and heavy and dominated my thoughts. I could feel arousal unfurling deep and low within me.
Carl’s long arms made it easy for him to reach right around me. He rubbed the coconut-scented liquid across my stomach. His hands skirted the edge of my pubis before he moved up and over my breasts.
First, he cupped my breasts, one in each hand. Then he lightly brushed over them with his fingertips; it felt pleasantly teasing until he touched my nipples. It was if he’d found the place to ignite my passion.
I moaned in response and felt wanton.
“I need to wash.” And get a grip if I’m to survive this night. I stepped forward to reach for the shower gel, and Carl read my body language and released me. We both soaped ourselves up, and feeling cleaner, I turned to face him.
For the first time since we’d been in the shower, I looked at him. Close up, soaking wet, and coated in soapy suds, he looked gorgeous. I’d have to be crazy to reject this man. I’d be unlikely to find anyone who was both as wonderful and as sexy, in just one package, with the possible exception of his brothers.
I reached up, laying my palms flat on his chest, and ran my soapy hands over his big hard muscles.
“Careful you don’t slip.” He moved the water over my shoulders, rinsing the remaining bubbles off. The soap all but washed away, leaving the lingering scent of coconut on our skin.
“I don’t think it feels slippery underfoot.”
“I’ll check that out.”
He got down on his knees in the shower in front of me. His hands slipped behind me and grasped my ass while he pressed his face against my pussy. His nose flicked from side to side against my clit two or three times.
Giggling, I inched my legs apart to allow him easier access.
Carl took advantage of the opportunity and his tongue sweeping up and down in long strokes as he lapped along my slit in a way that was gentle, experienced, and meant business.
When his tongue probed around my clit, I became weak at the knees; I swear it was his hands on my ass that held me upright. Nevertheless, I staggered backward until I had the tiled shower wall for additional support.
My new position, leaning against the wall, made it all so much easier. First, his tongue pushed into my wet entrance, quickly followed by a finger.
I gasped.
I wanted this and knew it was coming, but when it did, it felt better than ever I expected.
He slid in another finger, two, perhaps? I couldn’t be sure.
He turned me on like I couldn’t imagine. Standing in the wet, humid atmosphere with him at my feet felt like nothing like I’d previously experienced.
The hot spray continued to cascade, hitting my stomach and his head and shoulders. It didn’t put him off.
His tongue and fingers played me with such a light touch it was somewhere between pleasure and torture.
I was moaning loudly with ecstasy but too turned on to stop or quieten down. I could come any second.
Leaning against the drenched wall tiles, I rested my hands on his sopping hair.
I wanted to get closer to him, to feel his skin against me and his face against mine. His cock in me. Coming in me.
Finding some self-control, I grasped his hair and forced his head back away from me. Having gained space to maneuver, I lowered to my knees in front of him. I smiled when we were again at eye level, the two of us on our knees in the shower. There had to be easier ways to do this.
He smiled back at me and licked his lips.
I moved forward to kiss him and grasped hold of his cock. It felt big in my hand, and I longed to feel it inside me.
I rubbed my cheek against his so I could whisper in his ear. “Carl, I want you to fuck me.” Of all the three men in my life it suddenly seemed clear that Carl should be my first; he should finally take my prized virgin
ity.
“I will. When we get out. It’s more comfortable on a bed.”
He twisted his fingers, and they plunged deeper inside me.
I let out a gasp.
“I can make you come other ways as well.”
He could, and he was going to.
“I love feeling you so so wet and turned on.”
I loved hearing him talking about me like this.
He increased the speed of his fingers thrusting into me. “I love feeling my fingers inside you. I can feel your channel clamping around me.”
“Feels so good!” I shouted. He could feel me coming, and I didn’t want to hold back any longer. I couldn’t stop this.
Upon my knees and bucking as each wave of the climax hit, I shamelessly cried out and wrapped my arms around his shoulders for stability.
Mercilessly his fingers plundered.
“So good. So. Good. Yes!”
When the excitement subsided, I collapsed on to him for only a few seconds before I realized it wasn’t a comfortable place to rest at all. I raised my head.
He stood up and offered his hand to help me up.
As I got to my feet, I noticed his brothers in the doorway. They both stared wide-eyed and open-mouthed.
Ben had a white towel wrapped around his hips. It hung low and didn’t conceal the massive bulge over which he held his hand.
Adam, in contrast, had a towel slung over his shoulders, his erection in his hand, held out on display.
I still felt aroused and ready for more, and discovering that they’d watched only made me feel sexier. Seeing their evident approval and enjoyment of the display made things even better.
Carl turned the water off and wrapped me in a large fluffy towel. “You’ll need to be very dry, as massaging damp skin doesn’t work too well.” He picked up another smaller towel and wrapped it around my head. I felt very exotic and pampered.
“I want you to fuck me, Carl,” I said to him in a whisper but loud enough for them all to hear. “You must be the first man to fuck me.”
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