CHAPTER NINETEEN
CARL
Every word and every sentence that she uttered seemed to make physical contact with my dick; she didn’t even need to touch it. She stroked my libido with her arousal and promises of what was next.
When she told me I must be the first, my mind slipped between the two possible meanings. Either she wanted me to be the first man to enter her tonight, or something.
When I wrapped her in the towel, she curled up into my arms.
“Carl, please fuck me.” She sounded almost pleading.
As I was desperate for her, it seemedounded as though she wanted me just as much even though my brothers were right there with us.
They stepped aside, and Sophie and I passed through the doorway and went to my bed. She lay down, still wrapped in the damp towel, looking as beautiful as I’d ever seen her.
“Turn over,” I whispered and guided her on to her stomach. I slipped the towel away and ran my hands down her back.
My brothers had heard her, of course.
I want you to fuck me, Carl. You must be the first man to fuck me.
They stayed back at a respectful distance. I knew they wouldn’t force themselves on her. A man has to feel wanted, and I sensed they were unsure of what to do.
“Do you want Adam and Ben to touch you, too?” I asked. Only as I said these words did it occur to me how odd it was that it didn’t seem strange to me. I wanted them with me, on the bed, enjoying her body. I hoped she wanted that too.
She looked up at them. “You guys offered a massage, are you ready?”
They both grinned.
Ben dropped the towel and walked around the bed to the far side. I slipped down to position myself between her knees and Adam came alongside, too.
What followed was little like a massage. We touched her with our hands. Six hands stroked her skin, but that was where the similarity to any regular massage ended.
Along with my brothers, I covered every inch of her skin with tender kisses and gentle bites. At times our three hard cocks rubbed over her back and arms and legs, leaving trails of sticky precum in their wake. It was erotic and fun.
She sighed, whimpered and moaned with pleasure, and her body rocked. Her thighs slowly relaxed, moving further and further apart. I could smell the delicious womanly scent calling to me; I wanted to bury my face there but held back to escalate her gratification. The longer we made her wait, the better it would feel. I could see her pink flesh lips, swollen and glistening wet with arousal.
The more we teased her, the higher her ass raised into the air. I didn’t want it to cross over into a cruel game of turning her on and never meeting her needs. As if that would happen.
I slipped my hand between her legs, underneath her, to stroke her pussy for the first time on my bed. She bucked up in surprise. And then, to my surprise, she took to her knees, which granted me far easier access.
She wanted me to fuck her; I was in no doubt of that.
But it’d be better for us both if I just tasted her again first. I rolled over onto my back and slipped beneath her so that I could lick those pretty folds of skin that sheltered her sensitive bud.
When I worked my way closer, I tasted her in my mouth and found her hard, blood-engorged clit. I licked around it and over it and around again, over and over. She rewarded me with her loud moans as she rubbed and thrust against my mouth.
Her movements became more frantic, and I sucked on her clit too. Her moans grew louder, , urging me on. I knew she was about to come and I wasn’t about to stop.
My cock felt ready to burst. I was so turned on, and I didn’t want this to end.
I pushed a finger inside her, just one. Moments later her pussy quivered and clamped onto me. Her shouts became more shrill. Warm juice gushed from her, soaking my chin. And I thought there was a real danger I’d come too.
I held on to the base of my cock and just enjoyed it.
For a few seconds she stayed perfectly still, and then she raised up from my face by a few inches.
I escaped.
And she said, “Carl, please can you fuck me?” Thankfully I hadn’t come.
I looked at my brothers and shrugged. Each of them grinned at me, and I realized I must’ve worn a stupid grin on my face too.
I shot over to my bedside drawer; plenty of condoms in there.
Taking my eyes off the group on my bed was hard.
I hadn’t known what my brothers were doing before, but now I saw their hands over her. I continued to watch.
She sat up a little, letting her legs support her weight, but she continued to crouch as she reached for each of their dicks and pulled them toward her. My brothers shuffled to where she wanted them.
The sight was mesmerizing. I had a perfect view of it all as she licked the crown of one and then the other.
I didn’t think we’d need lube, she was so wet. But I didn’t want to hurt her either, so after wrapping I added a blob of lube to my sheathed dick. I rubbed it around before kneeling behind her.
She hadn’t changed position, so I guessed she wanted it like this.
Tentatively I worked a finger inside her and then two.
Her pussy was dripping with arousal, and her head continued to bob, swapping from one cock to another.
It was like watching porn — no.
Better.
It was like being in the hottest porn film I could imagine.
I eased my dick into her hot tight space and realized I wasn’t made for porn because I doubted I could do this for long without shooting inside her.
She let go of my brothers’ dicks as she needed her hands to support her weight. They could’ve held her if they’d have thought about it. Still, we could coordinate other positions in the future.
I was damned sure there would be plenty more times and this wasn’t a one-off. We were starting something that was going to get better and better.
Moving in and out with slow, gentle thrusts, I hoped I’d be able to hold off my climax until after I’d felt the clamping of her orgasm around me, but I wasn’t sure.
I wasn’t sure of anything right then because I’d never experienced anything like it.
Not only had I never shared a woman with my brothers, we’d never even fucked in the same room, so this should’ve felt pretty damned weird. But I felt overwhelmed not just with lust, but with emotions I’d not experienced before.
I wasn’t about to say it, but I felt overwhelmingly passionate about Sophie. I felt love for her. In love with her.
She was everything I wanted in a woman, in a girlfriend and lover.
The situation was incredibly erotic as two cocks found their ways to her mouth, and I soon felt her pussy contracting in spasms on my dick. She came. I came. I withdrew.
I wondered if my brothers would take turns in my place, but Sophie asked them to come on her.
I sat back and watched.
She sucked both their dicks, holding one in each hand.
First, Ben put a hand out as a warning. “I’m going to come,” he croaked, taking hold of his dick.
She aimed it at her breasts, the implication clear.
Adam followed his lead. Within seconds of each other, they coated her beautiful round tits with gooey white cum. It streaked over her, and in places began to run down. They wiped their cocks through it, smearing it over her tits and over her dark hard nipples.
I’d never been to a live sex show before. I was starting to think there were a lot of things I’d never done before.
I loved Sophie. I knew I did. And I loved watching her as the star of a private sex show with my brothers. It should’ve felt wrong. But it felt right.
They were all a mess, so I got up and got towels.
Sophie slept in my bed that night, but we didn’t actually sleep for another hour or two.
First, we snoozed a little, then talked and finally played some more. Eventually, when it was almost morning, Adam and Ben slinked off to their rooms for a comfortable slee
p. I briefly thought about how a bigger bed in my room might be required.
CHAPTER TWENTY
SOPHIE
When we finally made our second trip for breakfast to Bunny's, the local diner, we were very much settled into our unusual relationship. It had been a few months, and our closest friends in college all knew about us.
I’d heard it said that people don’t visit the things that are on their doorstep, usually referring to tourist attractions in their home cities. There was nothing closer to our home than Bunny’s, but we more often frequented cafe’s further along the street. We usually ate in, because that worked well for us.
I was about to step into the diner for only the second time ever when I heard a female voice call out my name.
“Sophie!”
Carl tightened his arm protectively around my shoulder. We stopped, and Ben and Adam who were walking behind crashed into us. We laughed about that.
Most of the time, those boys were too close to me when we went out, so we crashed into each other often. I suspect it was deliberate half the time. I liked the way they were as drawn to me as I was to them.
I looked all around to see where the call had come from and I spotted a woman waving at me from across the street.
We all stood and watched as she approached.
“Who is she?” I heard Ben whisper.
“No idea,” Adam replied.
I couldn’t instantly place the familiar face, but she clearly recognized me and knew my name. We stood and waited while she approached. And as she got nearer, I remembered.
“Hi, Sophie.”
“Hi, Elisha, this is Carl.” We were still holding hands, so she probably guessed he was my boyfriend. Introductions would be awkward if explanations were required.
Ben and Adam were so close behind us; we hadn’t stepped apart when we collided. I could feel hands on my back and at my waist, but Elisha wouldn’t be able to see those. She could, of course, see that the guys all looked alike.
“This is Adam and Ben, hiding behind me.”
I saw her looking at their faces, and I could almost detect her brain whirring. It was obvious that they were triplets.
“And this is Elisha. I know her from college.” I winked at her, hoping she wouldn’t let on. I didn’t want the guys to know that I’d considered moving out. We’d talk about it one day, but this wasn’t the time or place.
“Sophie, it’s you, isn’t it?” She smiled a huge beaming smile, and I wondered what exactly she meant by stating the obvious. “I’d heard there’s a girl dating gorgeous triplets. Campus is buzzing with rumors. It is true, isn’t it?”
Like all young people in love, we haven’t exactly been overly discreet. The gorgeous triplets drew attention to themselves simply by being three handsome men who looked alike. Things that weren’t exactly their fault.
Carl squeezed my hand.
I leaned my head on one side gave a wry smile. “It might be.”
Her gaze swept over each of my guys.
“Don’t worry, Sophie. You are the envy of every girl, let me tell you. And the rumors are true. They are gorgeous. It is true, isn’t it?”
I nodded.
I could feel the guys grinning and approving of the conversation. Their egos were already pretty big. To be honest, it had been a boost to my ego knowing three gorgeous men wanted me and only me.
“Well, congratulations, Sophie. It looks like you did well. And I am dead jealous. Did I tell you my boyfriend is a twin?”
“You did, and that your brothers are twins.”
“Really?” She looked puzzled. “That's right, I told you about my brothers, too. Actually, I’m meeting my brothers here.”
“Would you like to join us?” asked Carl, which was typically sweet of him. “We could get a big table together.”
“That’d be really nice, and another time I’d love to. It’d be fun. Today we need to sit alone for a family conference.” She whipped out her phone and began tapping on the screen as she spoke. “In fact, Sophie, give me your number so we can fix something up for the future. We should arrange to get together.”
I told her my number, and then my phone buzzed.
“I’ve sent you a message, so you have my number too. Now, let’s go in and grab tables.”
We moved toward the door, all of us allowing Elisha to go first when suddenly she stopped. “Are these guys also your stepbrothers?”
“Yes,” we all said together.
Her eyebrows rose a little higher. “We really must talk soon. And you guys, be good to Sophie, or I’ll send my brothers around to sort you out.”
“She seemed to take that pretty well,” Carl said after we’d ordered our food.
I agreed. “It’s surprising, but most people do.”
Adam raised his coffee. “Could be because we’ve only told other college kids. I’m not sure how older people would react.”
“It doesn’t matter what other people think, though.”
It hadn’t taken long for it to feel normal to us.
Our day-to-day lives didn’t change as we continued to eat together and divide chores in just the same way as before.
I walked to college most often with Ben in the mornings, and between them, one of them would normally meet me to walk home in the evening. None of these things were different.
After we all had sex together and I truly lost my virginity, we talked a lot about the sort of relationship we wanted. It was difficult for me to comprehend and believe what they told me, at first. We all agreed that we wanted a relationship that was exclusive between the four of us. I’d be their only lover, and they’d be mine.
“Do you hear how she says every girl envies me? They all think I’m getting a better deal out of this than you guys.”
“Well, it’s not true.” Sitting next to me, Carl covered my hand with his.
“I can understand what they are thinking. I get three whole men and you each only get a third of me.”
“So you’ve got the worst deal. We all want your attention, so you have to work three times as hard to satisfy us whereas we can be lazy.” Ben chuckled.
I laughed too, because of course, it was nothing like that.
“Seriously, I get time to myself when I need it without having to feel guilty that I’m neglecting my girlfriend because I know there are two other guys taking care of you.” Ben leaned in, so we all leaned closer toward him to hear. “And I don’t believe I get less of you just because some nights you sleep with my other brothers.”
“I like rotating between your three beds so I never have to wash my sheets.” I laughed and then added, “Or tidy my room.” I had taken to spend each night with a different guy. Sex wasn’t necessarily a part of that, but usually, it was.
Ben agreed, “Yeah, I looked in there. It’s scary. There could be a family of homeless people making camp for all we know.”
“And I don’t think I only get a third of a woman,” Carl whispered. “I can’t believe how lucky I am that I get to make love to you on a one-to-one basis and enjoy all sorts of other sexy stuff that wouldn’t be possible without more bodies in the room. As far as I’m concerned, this is the best relationship on earth.”
“Yeah, too right.” Adam was sitting opposite. Under the table, he wrapped his legs around mine. “When we do stuff that involves more than the two of us that’s pretty mind-blowing too, I don’t mind admitting.”
The other guys nodded.
I bit my lip. What could I say? It was amazing for me.
“And I think there’s a third thing that makes our relationship really work well for us brothers,” Adam said. “You know I love you guys.”
Ben gave Adam a shove. They were like eight-year-olds at times.
“Not in a weird way. We’ve always lived together and shared everything our whole lives. It would be strange for us to go our separate ways in our mid-twenties or thirties. I much prefer the thought of us living together with you. Not separately with three different wom
en.”
It wasn’t the first time one of them had said something like that. It must’ve been a triplets thing, but it also said something about how they hoped this relationship would last into the future.
So did I.
“If we’re going to continue, we’ll have to tell our parents.” I dreaded that. We’d gotten through Thanksgiving and Christmas, but I didn’t think I could go through many more family gatherings faking and lying. “We should tell them soon.”
Carl put his cutlery down on his plate and turned slightly toward me. “I know you’re worried. I hope they’ll be fine with it. We’re not doing anything wrong. We’re happy and in love and just a bit unconventional. It isn’t a terrible thing.”
We were sitting by the door, Carl and I with it in our line of sight, Adam and Ben had their backs to it.
We couldn’t help but look at everyone who came and went.
When the two guys came in, I noticed the police uniforms first. It seemed as if everyone went silent and looked in their direction wondering whether they were there for business or for pleasure. Had the owners called the police due to a crime taking place on the premises? Or were they coming in for breakfast like the rest of us?
Secondly, I noticed their faces and that they were the spitting image of each other. They must have been brothers, and probably twins. They were looking around, and one of them soon focused on our table. Just as Adam and Ben looked around to see what we were looking at, Carl and one of the cops greeted each other.
“Hi, good to see you.”
“Long time no see. Um,” the policeman looked at all three of the triplets in a way that I now recognized was him working out who was who. This meant that he knew them well enough that he felt he could tell them apart, but didn’t see them often enough for instant recall.
“Hey, Carl, Adam, Ben, we must meet up soon. We’ll call you.” They didn’t stay long enough for proper introductions but departed, making their way toward the back of the cafe.
“How do you guys know them?”
“It’s a long story, but not an interesting one.”
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