[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M]
Chrissie is a twenty-one-year-old actress and singer living the dream of superstardom. She travels the world on concert tours, owns a home in Hollywood, and has a pop singer as her boyfriend. But she doesn’t want any of this. What she wants is to have a normal life like everyone else.
While in Aspen for a celebrity dinner, she catches her boyfriend cheating and has had enough. She decides to leave her old life behind without telling anyone. She gets in a car and heads into a snowstorm in the mountains.
She doesn’t make it far in the storm before her car is hopelessly stranded. Coming to her rescue are three rugged and handsome brothers. The only problem is they don’t know who she is.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
A Siren Erotic Romance
- Barefoot Okie
- Erika Reed
They parked thirty feet away from the front door, not even able to make it all the way up the drive before the piles of snow being pushed before the monster truck brought it to a halt. The truck was now just as snowbound as the little car they had left behind them out on the road. Ethan was the first to hop down out of the truck, his legs sinking down into the snow to above his knees.
He trekked through the snow, had the key to the front door ready. He climbed onto the porch, wiped some frost off the doorknob, and opened up. When he got the light of the front room flipped on, everything looked warm and inviting, and they hadn’t even started the fire yet. He only wished that it was just he and his brothers arriving here alone and that they didn’t have their strange guest tagging along with them.
When he came back outside, Skipper was already loping across the snow and running up the front steps. The dog’s tongue was hanging out as he gladly ran inside to the warmth of the cabin. Behind Skipper, both Brad and Scott were assisting the girl across the snow, one on each side of her. The girl was carrying those ridiculous little poodles in her arms. Ethan sighed. This might be a long and awkward time ahead.
He didn’t even wait for them to arrive on the front porch. He just turned around and went back into the front room and began hefting up wood for the fireplace. Fortunately the last time he had been here he had left the wood stockpile next to the hearth well provided.
“You guys go out and bring in our luggage,” he called from his kneeling position by the fireplace. “By the time you get back, I’ll have this thing started.”
Brad and Scott had just escorted the girl inside. They both looked at each other as if neither of them wanted to leave her. Finally Brad relented and headed back out into the wind and blowing snow. Scott was still in La-La Land staring at the pretty girl. Ethan would have to give his kid brother some pointers later on about women and find out what was up with him.
“This is our vacation spot,” Ethan explained to the girl as he threw more logs into the fireplace and made ready to light the fire. “My brothers and I have all taken a week of vacation from our jobs. Well, Scott over there doesn’t have a job, but Brad and I both have this coming week off.”
The girl was looking all around the front room of the cabin. She had set her dogs down on the floor, and they had gone over to sniff Skipper some more. The girl looked like she was giving the place a thorough inspection.
“This is cute,” she said. “It’s pretty small, but I like it. This place is awesome.”
“Actually, Chrissie, this is one of the larger cabins of this type you’ll find up here in this neck of the woods,” Ethan told her. Somehow this girl seemed to have a superior attitude that annoyed him. “The three of us guys haven’t all been up here together in a couple of years. So it was going to kind of be a special week for us. Guess we picked a bad time.”
“So you mean you don’t like…live here all the time…you just come here to get away from your jobs?”
“Yes. That’s about the size of it.” Ethan looked over his shoulder at her. What kind of girl was this? Where had she been living all her life? She seemed like she would probably be smart enough, but also seemed not to know anything basic to life.
Scott still hadn’t said a word. Ethan lit the fire and held his hands over it as it provided the first small burst of warmth. From outside, Brad came in loaded down with their luggage, a cold gust of wind chasing in after him.
“Scott, bro!” Brad yelled at him. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and do something?”
“Yeah, okay.” Scott still had not pulled himself out of his mysterious reverie. He went over to the couch, took a seat, pulled out his phone, and began fiddling with it as if searching for something. Skipper came over and tried to lick him, but he was paying no attention to his dog.
“I’ll be back,” Brad said, showing his exasperation with Scott as he bravely went back outside to fetch the rest of their luggage.
“So, Chrissie…” Ethan cleared his throat and rose up from the now nicely burning fire. “This might be a good time for you to see if you can raise the highway patrol.”
She had gone over and taken a seat on one of the big overstuffed chairs by the fire. She looked as lost as Scott. Her dogs padded back up to her, and she took them on her lap, still wearing the long fur coat.
“You okay, Chrissie?” Ethan raised his voice just slightly.
“I don’t want to call anyone,” she told him, looking up with her adorable blue eyes.
“I don’t understand.”
“Can I just please stay here until it stops snowing?” she asked him, so much hope in those big eyes. “I really like it here, and I promise I won’t be in the way or anything.”
“Well, Chrissie, my brothers and I are probably going to be snowed in here all week,” Ethan tried to explain to her and almost felt like he was talking to a child. Although from what he could see of her body under that coat, she certainly was not a child. “Don’t you have some place to go?”
“Right now I don’t have any place to go. I’m running away.”
Scott got on the bed with her. She opened her arms for him to take her in his grasp. He reached over to the bedside table, picked up the remote, and turned off the TV with it.
“I think we’ve seen enough of that,” he told her.
“Thank you,” she said and rested her head on top of his chest.
“I’m sorry if watching that upset you, Chrissie.” He stroked back her hair that was still damp from the shower.
“That’s all right. I guess I should get used to it. This time tomorrow night my old life will have probably started for me all over again.”
“It doesn’t have to be that way. You’re strong and…”
She silenced him with a kiss on his lips. “Shut the fuck up,” she commanded him, “and make love to me now. This may be the last chance we have.”
“Anything you say.” His hands were roaming over her body in an instant, taking away her towel, revealing her nude body underneath. She stripped away his towel, and he was as naked as she was.
They fell into the covers of the bed. She readjusted her body and brought them into a sixty-nine position. Spreading her legs for his mouth, she quickly felt his tongue licking along her pussy lips. His cock, already enormous and still growing, slipped inside her mouth. They both sucked on one another and tasted deeply of each other’s flesh.
The next thing she knew he had rolled her onto her back with her legs up over his shoulders and he was entering her, taking long, desperate plunges deep inside her pussy. Just as the first orgasmic wave was washing across every muscle in her body, Brad came out of the bathroom and joined them.
She reached across the bed and greedily took Brad’s erection between her lips and suckled him as Scott continued to thrust his hips between her legs.
Scott slowly pulled her up to him, never ending the physical connection of their bodies as he did so. Holding her pussy fully sheathed over his cock, he lay back flat on the small bed and she found herself on top of him, her legs spread across his hips. He pulled her down flat against his chest and held her in position tightly.
She knew something was up when Brad repositioned himself behind them on the bed. The two brothers had something planned for her. She heard the slick, squishy sound and smelled the musky odor of the lube Brad was spreading down his cock.
Scott had temporarily stopped moving inside her. He stroked her back lovingly.
“Don’t be afraid, Chrissie,” he told her.
“I’m not afraid,” she replied. “I want to love you both at the same time.”
Brad’s fingers were circling the bud of her anus. His index finger penetrated her back there slowly and lovingly. The penetration didn’t hurt because his finger was wet. She could still smell the faint aroma of the lube he had used. It hung on the air, sweet and musky. His finger was moving in and out of her in time to the renewed penetration of Scott’s cock between her legs and adding to her building pleasure. She could feel the probing of his long finger inside her body, in her up to the knuckle.
She closed her eyes and saw stars float before her vision. She let out a low moan that rose from deep in her chest. When she ground down on Scott’s cock, her pussy greedily devouring him, Brad’s finger explored further up her anus. She threw back her head, her long hair falling wildly down her naked back. The double attention from the two men was glorious.
Then Brad’s finger left her body. He gave her a big bear hug from behind, his arms wrapping around her, finding her nipples in front and fondling them softly. “You sure you’re okay with this, baby?” he whispered in her ear.
“Don’t stop,” she told him between clenched teeth. She let out another gasp as Scott’s driving cock found a new pleasure center inside her. “I want you in me back there,” she whispered back to Brad over her shoulder. “I want both of you to love me together tonight.”
Brad pulled her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. He was quick to oblige her. Taking control he pushed her forward along Scott’s writhing body. This forced the moving cock inside her pussy out by a few inches but provided gratifying friction between the hardened muscles of his cock and her pussy lips, and his swollen head was still lodged firmly inside her.
Brad forced her head back down on top of Scott’s chest. She lay still and tried to relax her muscles. By this time her anus had been well lubricated, and with her position astride Scott, it was presented to Brad. Scott reached behind her and spread her butt checks with rough hands.
She chanced a glance back down Scott’s naked body and saw Brad rubbing more lubricant along his massively enflamed cock, paying special attention to the throbbing red head.
“Just relax, baby,” Scott whispered in her ear. “Let it happen.”
Brad mounted her from behind. She felt his cockhead rudely begin to intrude on her sphincter, pushing back the tightened muscles and opening them up for entrance. Chrissie gritted her teeth and buried her face against the muscles on Scott’s chest. Scott wrapped his arms around her and gave another thrust, positioning his cock back deep inside her. Chrissie let out a sob and gripped his naked body to her own beneath her as tight as she could.
Before she knew what was happening Brad had inserted himself inside her…