Christmas Morning
Lincoln
Sex on the beach is the best. The cool ocean air, the sound of the surf, the thrill of potentially getting caught. I’m propped up over Caz, her naked body spread beneath me on the sand.
“Take me, Linc,” she says, looking up at me. “I want your big cock in me right now.”
I sink into her in one long, slow thrust. Her warmth and wetness are incredible. Her pussy feeds on my cock, milking me with each stroke.
Something tickles my hip. I brush at it; there’s nothing there, but the skin still prickles.
Caz’s pussy is so wet on my cock. I look down and watch as it turns into a giant tongue stroking me — then I wake up.
Opening my eyes, I immediately see the reason for my explicit dream. Caz, who’d been beside me when we fell asleep last night, is now between my legs, her lips wrapped around my cock, her head bobbing over me, strands of her dark, wavy hair brushing against my leg.
When she senses my movement, she looks up and lets my cock pop out of her mouth, giving the head a quick lick before she almost silently mouths, “Merry Christmas” while she smiles up at me.
I whisper back, “Merry Christmas,” and she returns to my cock, licking its length with the tip of her tongue, teasing the extra-sensitive spot where the head meets the shaft, and then burying much of it in her mouth, her pretty lips stretching around it.
It goes without saying that this is my favorite way to wake up, and Caz has treated me to this surprise many times over the past year. Each time is always a treat.
My head drops back on the pillow and I return to a semi-dream state, where I’m both fucking Caz and getting head from her at the same time. When her nails trail softly over my stomach and down to my inner thigh, I start to come.
As she always does, Caz takes it all, sucking every last drop out of me and swallowing it all down.
She’s so fucking amazing.
Through hooded eyes, I see her move on to Bronson. He’s already awake and his dick is hard before she even touches it, because he’s been watching.
Seeing her with my brothers doesn’t do anything for me, so I close my eyes again and rest for a few more minutes, savoring all of the good feelings humming through my body.
Though I don’t care to watch, I do like knowing how happy my brothers are with Caz. We’d been building a good life after the military, working hard and seeing the fruits of our labor as our business grew, but when I look back at those years, they’re in grayscale. Life now is a rich, vibrant kaleidoscope of color.
Caz had only been a memory during all of those gray years, and I’d started to wonder if we were romanticizing her. Could she really be as special as we remembered?
Then we came home and found out that she was all that and even more. Bold, beautiful, fiercely independent — she’s everything we wanted and needed. And once we broke down her walls, she also became the caring, loving, fun person we once knew.
Sometimes, I still can’t believe how perfectly everything worked out.
Bronson
If I had to list my favorite things about Caz, the list would be long, and potentially endless, but near the top of the list: She sleeps in the nude.
She’s coming over to me now, her pink nipples partially hardened, her pretty lips curved up into a smile, her eyes warm and playful.
She licks one of my nipples — because she knows I like it — before she slides down my body and takes my dick in her mouth.
I’m already primed and ready to go, and I have to think about something else for a moment so I don’t go off the moment she touches me. To distract myself, I look to my side, where Barrett — and beyond him, Lennox — are still sleeping.
It took some work, but I’m glad we were able to get this massive bed made for us. If we didn’t have it, we’d have to work out a schedule, because we’d all be fighting to have Caz in our beds.
I prefer to be the one to wake her up by eating her pussy for breakfast, but I’m not complaining today. I guess she wanted to give us a Christmas treat.
I make the mistake of glancing down at her. Fuck, she’s beautiful, and she’s so good at giving head. The sight of her sets me off, and I don’t try to stop it this time. I let it come, and Caz looks pleased as she takes it.
I turn on my side, prop on an elbow, and watch as she moves on to my twin. His pleasure is mine, and seeing the both of them enjoy each other is almost as good as being with her myself.
Also, it’s sexy as hell watching her with any of my brothers. I love seeing Caz get off.
After she makes Barrett come, he gets up to go into the bathroom, and she moves on to Lennox, who’s still asleep. He’s always been a heavy sleeper, and it takes a good full minute before he’s finally conscious and aware that his dick is in her mouth.
Meanwhile, I slide down the bed and shift Caz into a position that gives me access to her pussy. I bury my face in her sweet folds, and I feast — licking, sucking, nibbling, and making her squirm while she sucks my younger brother’s cock.
Lincoln’s already left the room, so when Lennox is done and gets up, it’s just Caz and I alone in the big bed.
I kiss a path up her body to her mouth, and as my tongue finds hers, I feed my cock into her wet pussy. Home. Her inner walls surround my dick as her arms wrap around my shoulders.
“I knew you’d want more,” she says.
When my cock bottoms out, I pull out and drive in again. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
“And I’ll never get enough of you, but it’s going to be fun trying.”
Barrett
I’m not surprised when Caz and Bronson are the last to come downstairs. Caz’s hair is wet and freshly combed, and she’s wearing the new bathrobe I bought for her last month.
“Ooh, what’s this?” she says when she sees the table. “A special holiday breakfast?”
I’ve become the cook in our family, and I don’t mind. I started cooking years ago because my brothers and I were eating too much junk food, and of the four of us, I was the one who hated cooking the least. Now that Caz is with us, her enjoyment of the food I prepare has turned it into something I actually like doing.
Today, I made a basic breakfast casserole, but included spinach and red peppers to make it festive. There are also roasted potatoes, cranberry muffins, and fresh fruit. Lincoln helped me prep a lot of it last night after our dinner at Mom’s so it wouldn’t take long to fix this morning.
“We’re going to be too full to eat dinner later,” Caz says as she slides into her chair.
“We have a lot to do today, and if we have any extra time available, I know how we can work up an appetite,” I say.
She and my twin share a quick look, confirming what I assumed they were doing upstairs for so long.
“We’ll have to make sure we have time to work up an appetite together,” Caz tells me, giving me a grin that threatens to make my dick hard.
“I think we have things pretty well covered for the dinner,” Lincoln says. “We just need to set the table and make the food, which won’t take long with all of us helping.”
“Mom might come over early too,” Lennox says.
“Aunt Michelle and her family will probably be right on time as usual,” Caz says, “but I won’t be surprised if Christine and her men are late. I’m lucky to get her to leave her house lately.”
I have to laugh. If Caz didn’t keep the four of us in line, we’d probably revert to our caveman ways and never let her leave the house — or our bed — either.
Bronson and I have had to learn to rein in our bossy tendencies and recognize that we can take care of Caz without trying to tell her what to do.
There’s no doubt she’s made us better men.
Lennox
My brothers and I bought some gifts together for Caz, and we also picked out some things on our own.
As soon as we gather around the tree after breakfast, Lincoln presents her with a large box. It’s too heavy for Caz to lift, so she goes down on her knees to open it. I already know what’s inside, but it’s great to watch her face light up as she unpacks all of the books, one by one.
Many are writing reference manuals that she’d mentioned, others are sci-fi classics to populate the room in our new house that we’ve set aside for a library. We already have copies of the books she’s authored, and they’ll rightfully be put on the shelves next to the classics.
Barrett goes next, smirking as he hands her his box.
“Ooh, clothes,” she says, once the lid is off and she’s parting the tissue paper. Then she groans as she picks up the first t-shirt. One after another, she pulls out shirts, which are in various colors and styles. The one thing they all have in common is that they feature the Rusty’s logo.
“You really shouldn’t have!” she says, laughing.
“C’mon, you know you want all the latest Rusty’s swag,” Barrett says, pulling her into his arms for a playful hug.
“You’re right. I actually do.”
It seems like a million years ago that Caz was waitressing at Rusty’s. I can still picture her in her sexy top, though, and I’ll never forget the night she tugged it down. Sometimes I wonder how long it would have taken us to get together if she’d never done that.
I’m sure it would’ve happened eventually, though. We were meant to be together.
Bronson invites Caz to sit next to him on the couch, and hands her a small narrow box. Her eyes sparkle when she finds the necklace inside. I saw it before he wrapped it; it features one large diamond with two smaller diamonds on each side.
“I picked this out,” he says, “but, of course, it represents all of us. You’re the one who unites us, Caz.”
She wipes at a tear as he fastens the clasp behind her neck.
Compared to Bronson’s gift, mine isn’t much. I hand her the envelope and she opens it to find the certificate I made.
“‘Good for one deluxe home spa day,’” she reads. “‘Including a bubble bath, champagne, and a full body massage.’ Ooh, this sounds amazing! I won’t be waiting long to redeem this.” She leans over and gives me a kiss that lets me know how much she likes it.
I decided on a gift that didn’t cost anything, because I don’t think she’s going to like one of our group gifts.
“C’mon over to the window,” Barrett says, beckoning to Caz.
She stiffens as soon as she looks outside. “What’s that?” she demands.
“It’s yours,” Bronson says, putting his arm around her.
“No, no, no –” She ducks out from under him, looks around at all of us, and then back out at the new black sports car in the driveway.
“Before you say anything else,” Barrett says, “remember that we wanted to buy a new car for you a year ago. We waited. We took it slow, just like you asked.”
She has her hands on her hips. “I don’t need you to buy things like this for me.”
“We know that,” Lincoln says.
“It’s okay if you want to get mad at us,” Bronson says, “because then we can have makeup sex later.”
“You’re impossible! All of you,” she says. “And it would be impossible for me to love you more than I do.”
My brothers and I circle around her, showering her with hugs, kisses, caresses, and all our love — strong, steady, and everlasting.
© Stephanie Brother 2021
