"...Mm!… Ethan… Ah!" Pressed against the edge of the tub, fingers methodically and magnificently rising the buildup, lips that hungrily latched onto her skin, the tremors, the huffing, the splashing water, the heat… "Ha… Ahn..." It would soon come…
Just…
The fingers disappeared. A miserable whine escaped her mouth, which was then swallowed by a demanding mouth. A slippery tongue invaded her mouth as a big hand grabbed her jaw and lifted her face so he could have more access to her.
She desperately gasped for air as the tongue and lips did not let go of her mouth. His fingers returned inside her intimacy with a maddening pace that quickly made her convulse.
How did Isabelle end up in that situation?
It all started in the afternoon. As she promised Lucas, she recounted her plan to the other two brothers who stayed behind at the house. Felix did not seem to mind and was quick to accept; though he changed his tune when Joseph only hummed dissatisfied. The third brother was not completely opposed to the idea, he just hated the timing.
'Just make the one', he had tried to bargain.
Isabelle, too, agreed that just one dress was enough; however, as she explained the situation to them, other concerns sprung up in her mind. What if they were in need of more money in the future? What if they wanted to start yet another venture and were missing the capital? What if one of them fell sick and had to buy medicine? What if…
The more she pondered those scenarios, the more she convinced herself that, even if it was hard, she had to make two dresses. If sold, then they would end up with a good cushion of money to depend on in case anything happened.
Although extremely reluctant, Joseph accepted her reasoning. All of them did. How could the brothers not understand the situation of always lacking money and never coming out of the poverty they were wallowing in? If there was a chance to change that fate, why not take it?
With that conversation over, she only was missing Ethan. Isabelle was aware that the conversation with the older brother could go in many ways. The others were easier to convince, but somehow Ethan was an enigma. He could be reasonable at times, stubborn at others, and hard-set most of the times.
So, she waited in tenterhooks for his return.
Joseph and Felix kept her company until Ethan's arrival. That time was spent teaching Felix more words and making him practice in his new notebook while Joseph quietly watched the two. Isabelle wondered if Joseph also wanted to have a notebook; but when asked, the third brother said it was unnecessary. Isabelle could not deepen the meaning of his words because the older brother finally appeared.
The two guys swiftly went into the house, abandoning her to her luck. Confused, Ethan patiently stood by the table, waiting for an explanation. Isabelle took a deep breath and once again started her tale. The whole time Isabelle explained what she wanted to do, Ethan remained silent, sat at the table with an unreadable look.
Moments later, after she finished, he finally spoke up. Only to ask, "Have you bathed?"
Isabelle had no idea how to react to the question. Truthfully, she had had no time to bath as she had been expecting him. So, she only shook her head. Ethan nodded and stood. Bewildered, Isabelle saw him walk towards the kitchen to prepare her bath. He even went to the house to pick up towels and a change of clothes for the both of them. Obviously, he would share the bath with her.
Once he announced the bath was ready, she dazedly made her way to kitchen.
Contrary to what she thought, it was not going to be a customary routine to clean up. The moment she stepped into the kitchen, the door was closed and she was pressed against it by Ethan as he started a passionate kiss.
Not one to fall behind, she reciprocated the intensity. In no time, they swiftly undressed themselves. Then, she was carried into the tub. Washing was the least they did as his hands roamed all over her body, heating it up in a way the warm water could not.
He completely dominated her body by hardly sucking on her skin, his fingers teasing her nipples, his leg pressing against her crotch. Isabelle could do nothing but become a moaning mess. Her own attempts to pleasure him fell short when he grabbed her hands and locked them together.
I did not expect him to have this side, too. No matter! I love it!
That was her thought before he denied her first orgasm, when his thumb pressed and rubbed her clit in all ways and manners he could yet stopped when she was reaching her peak.
"Ethan… please!" She shamelessly begged when her second orgasm could not culminate after his fingers fucked her pussy in such a delicious and draggin pace.
By the third buildup, Isabelle still had hope, but he once again stopped at the last moment, his fingers sliding out of the unsatisfied entrance. And that was how she found herself in that situation.
Panting and haggard, she pleaded him with her eyes. His dark pools calmly looked back, not an ounce of remorse for her sexual frustration. For a second, Isabelle mused that he must have been angry at her rushed decision of grabbing a job right after the marriage ceremony.
"Ethan..." She keened, unsure if she wanted to apologize or continue begging. Her words and indecision died as she was pulled onto his lap
Their crotches met, eager to acquaint themselves; it made her wantonly moan as he let out a pleasured hiss. Clearly, she was not the only one riled up. Ethan was obviously not that immune to her begging, her fogged eyes, and the exquisite way in which she unraveled under him.
In a split second, he knew what to do to end their suffering. He abruptly stood up with her in his arms. Ignoring the water raining down all over the kitchen floor from their wet bodies, he only focused on placing her on a counter.
As soon as she found purchase to not fall back, he threw her legs over his shoulders; almost folding her in half. His hand directed his hard and hot cock to slide all over her swollen and pulsing folds.
"Wanna come, Isabelle?" He rasped, marveling at the wetness of her cunt. He shuddered and halted his moves to stop himself from exploding.
"… yes, please! I wanna come! Make me come!" Isabelle warbled her begging once again, enjoying the contact of their intimate parts. If only he… "AH!" She threw her head back, joyfully screaming when the head almost breached her entrance.
"I wanna come, too… Can I… inside?" Ethan breathlessly asked, nudging her entrance, teasing, promising. Isabelle could not form words, gargled moans coming out of her mouth as he hardly rubbed his cock against her, even slapping it on her clit.
When she finally found her voice, it was to beg, "Wanna come, please! Please!" Hoping for him to give her what she asked for. "Fuck!" The curse came out naturally as his thumb rapidly rubbed her sensitive clit.
Seeing her like that, Ethan could not resist any longer and slid his cock all over her folds in sharp thrusts, the purplish head appearing from between her thick thighs. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the lewd smacking of skin against skin.
It was as close as the act itself they would have for the time being.
"Coming, I'm coming! Yes,yes,yes..." With hard spasms, Isabelle's body finally experienced its long-awaited orgasm. "Aah..." Her moan lasted as long as her bliss; which lasted even after Ethan also hardly came with loud grunts.
Trying to find their breaths, her legs fell limp from his shoulders, muscles still jumping. Ethan panted as he leaned on his elbows, almost using her as a pillow. Their bodies glistened in water and sweat and other fluids.
"'s fine." He suddenly said, catching his breath.
"Wha...?" Isabelle croaked, her brain a complete mush that was unable to think anymore.
"The job." He expounded, swallowing to moisten his throat. "Ya can do it." He looked up, being witness of the wrecked expression on her face. There was no doubt his face was no different.
"You're not angry?" She muttered.
"Never was." Ethan devilishly smiled. "I just..." He trailed off, trying to hide his blushing face, and miserably failing as he blushed even harder. "I'm just… very happy, y'know. We're gonna marry soon... It's not a dream; it's all real."
My, this pure and cute and sexy Ethan is worth being fucked all over the kitchen counter.
For a moment back there, she thought they would go all the way. They were this close, yet his adamant actions of not consummating the act brought her mixed feelings.
On one hand, she was disappointed; the mood, the buildup, the words, the teasing, it would have been sublime. On the other, she was relieved. She was unaware how sexually active she had been before losing her memories, so she did not want to mess up the encounter with any of them.
She did not dwell too much on that, though. "I'm also happy to marry you." Her arms coiled around his shoulders. The contact of their bare skins felt pleasant, not in a sexual way, just, connected. Intimate and somehow vulnerable. She basked in the feeling until it made her blurt out the words, "I like you, Ethan."
The last time she confessed that to him, it was general, alluding to all four brothers.
Now, it was directly said to him.
The confession made him freeze. It made his stomach knot in an indescribable way.
He had had many lovers before, some more serious than others; but none had made him feel what he felt for Isabelle. It was not some deep love. Not yet at least. It was just a steady crescendo of emotions: trust, contentment, desire, respect, care and deep commitment. Among others.
It was too much to put into words.
He only was sure that Isabelle would be the first and last woman with which he would be this open, this vulnerable, this connected. He sighed, his arms tightening the hold he had on her. "I like you, too." He softly reciprocated. It was shy and muffled, yet filled with bashful sincerity and the promise of something more.
Hearing the returned confession, Isabelle could not wait to barge into that Civil Affairs Office and quickly demand to start the marriage process. The relationship with the brothers was just starting, steadily progressing, yet she had no doubt that being their Wife was going to be a happy lifelong ride.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead!"
The birds chirped loudly outside. The sun mercilessly heated the ground. Faint voices of people who were working on their fields could be heard. In the house yard, the swishing sound of the sweeping broom accompanied the crowing of the rooster, the clucking of hens and someone hammering.
The voice tried once again to wake up the deeply asleep Isabelle. "Wake up, darling." It purred. A thumb caressed her cheek, and soft kisses were peppered all over her face.
Isabelle groaned and tried to escape the ministrations that stubbornly continued. "Don't wanchu." She sleepily mumbled, trying to push away the person interrupting her sleep.
"The sun's halfway up." The voice reasoned as fingers brushed her hair in some semblance of order. "Ye said ye'd work to do." Wakefulness slowly invaded her body, but she was still reluctant to get away from the comfortable and warm bed. "C'mon, Isabelle. We all had breakfast. Ethan's gone and we've to finish the fence today."
The sheets were cruelly ripped from her slack grip and she was left to face the day. "Fine." Isabelle huffed, sitting up and yawning until she felt her mouth almost rip in half.
With half-closed eyes, she took off her sleeping garments and went to change into some day clothes. The days were getting hotter and hotter, so she looked for the less cumbersome clothes she had. A top with very short sleeves and a skirt with slits on the sides. As she put on her shoes, she was thinking that maybe she should also get a comfortable pair of sandals.
A whistle took her out of her wandering thoughts.
"Ethan didn't hold back." Fingers caressed her bare neck, making a shiver run down her spine. "Ye two were so loud yesterday we couldn't sleep until ye were done." Isabelle blinked and turned around. Joseph stood behind her, his face adorned with a salacious grin as his eyes roved over her bruised neck and clavicle.
Isabelle had just a moment for understanding to dawn in her mind. She gasped and covered her neck with her hands. She dived towards her pile of clothes and looked for a different top that could cover the marks.
Seeing her react like that, Joseph did not miss his chance to tease her. "Don't get shy now. One day, soon, we'll decorate yer skin with our own marks. All of us." He chuckled once he saw her blushing face. She was most likely imagining all the ways how that could happen. He stopped his teasing, though, as he truly had things to do. "I'll heat up yer meal."
Lucas was working with the twining once again. Joseph had promised to help, in exchange of getting help in preparing the soil for their own patch. Once that was done, and because they got some bamboo leftovers, the two were also planning on reinforcing the fence at the front of the house. It had seen better days, so it was time for a renewal.
After donning a top she recently made with a high neck for that specific situation – because she was not going to stop the brothers from leaving their marks – she made her way out to wash her face and clean her mouth. From the well, she was able to see Lucas working on the fence and Felix carrying food for the animals.
She had caught glimpses of the fence, but it was the first time she saw it in its whole splendor. It was… pretty decent. That inner part of herself that was her forgotten memories whispered to her that she had seen better fences, yet she was learning to omit those feelings. Compared to the fences from the other houses in the village, it was one of the bests; if not the best.
Some houses did have neat fences, but they were still much too low to her liking. So, their land would have the first tall fence in the village. It might have looked unwelcoming to others – she had heard that being whispered by some women; that they were only isolating themselves making such a ridiculously tall fence – yet that was nothing if they could have a modicum of privacy.
When she was done cleaning herself and musing, she headed to the table. Not a moment later after sitting, Joseph returned carrying her breakfast. About to dig in, she realized Joseph still stood beside her. She sent him a questioning look, which he took as his chance to sit beside her. Isabelle rose an eyebrow; was he not in a hurry?
"Did something happen?" She asked, putting her spoon down.
Joseph shook his head, remained silent and looked away. Isabelle waited; it was not unusual for him to take advantage of any situation in which he could spend time with her, yet this felt different. Joseph, for his part, directed his gaze at anywhere but Isabelle. There was a thought that gnawed at him since the day before, when Isabelle defended her case with the dresses.
It was the best moment for him to expose the thought, or more like, his feelings.
"I, uh… well, I just thought…" Words failed him, making him huff frustrated. "It's about that thing with the dresses." He began.
Isabelle straightened and geared up for an argument. "What about it?"
Joseph heard her defensive tone and finally looked at her. "It's not what ye think." He reassured. Taking a deep breath, he calmed his convoluted and racing mind and started once again at a slower pace to not trip on his words. "I wanted to thank you." Isabelle's brows shot up. "You've been doing so much for us, for our future, and sometimes I feel that the only thing we do is stop you. Ye always hafta fight with us for what ye want, and that… I don't think that's not how it's supposed to be."
Isabelle let out a shuddering breath. This was much deeper than what she expected from Joseph. "How… how is it supposed to be?" She inquired. It was also her first time – as far as she could remember – in such a relationship, so she had no idea what to do.
Joseph frowned, giving the question a good and careful consideration. "I think… more than fight with us, we have to be more… understanding." He tried to explain with his limited vocabulary. "We… I… This is me speakin' for myself! Whatever you wanna do, you've my complete and total trust and agreement. You only have to tell me what you're doing, not convince me." He rushed out.
Isabelle's countenance softened. So, it was that. Her eyes flicked to his hands, which were tightened into fists over the table, and she grabbed them. Her fingers softly unfurled his and threaded them together. They remained like that, eyes gazing into each other, fingers intertwined before she opened her mouth to give her equally carefully thought-out response.
"I truly appreciate your words, and I think you are right. It is best that instead of doing all the hoops and jumps, we just calmly discuss things without fearing the other's opinion. I may have many ideas, but that does not stop me from being an outsider." She halted his interjection by tightening the hold in his hands. "Both, you and I, know it is the truth. I am learning your ways, getting to know you and how you do things. And you are doing the same with me. It is rocky right now, but I believe we will, one day, reach a point where we can freely voice out everything with nothing stopping us."
Joseph wryly smiled. "We ain't there yet."
"No, we are not." Isabelle agreed with her own commiserating smile. "But, for sure, one day, we will."
They once again shared a moment of gazing into each other's eyes, many thoughts and emotions passed between them. Inevitably, they slowly closed the distance. And just when their lips were about to meet, a ruckus sounded outside the front gate.