All Four of Them

Chapter 6

Okie I figured we'd do an authors note and a new chapter altogether.

So you who read this story are persistent little fuckers. I've decided that I'll start updating real chapter on probably a biweekly schedule. (Every two weeks) By real I mean more than five hundred words a chapter. So have fun reading.

~Peace out

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Here we go

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Cory sucked in a breath momentarily making eye contact with the head of Max's member. Actually struck with a butterflies fighting in his stomach. It almost got to him. He almost stopped, almost ended probably the best moment of his life.

Mike felt his brother's uncertainty, his nerves, his displeasure with himself and decided to take it all away.

Before a word could escape Cory's mouth Mike feasted on his ass. He sucked and nibbled pushed entered. He swirled his tongue over the area it could get deep enough to reach.

The heat from Mike's movements slid up Cory's spine, arched his back, and threw his head back like it was the hand of pleasure itself. The tingles stroked down his legs leaving his toes curled. They sent a bolt of molten lava straight to his most sensitive areas.

Cory pushed himself back onto Mike's mouth. It felt like his hole and his dick were connected and where Mike touched him sent pulses of heat, pressure and liquid straight to his head. Made it feel like his dick was pushing down and our begging to be touched. Begging to be emptied.

Max's eyes were trapped on the sight of his cock so close to his true desire's lips. He was so enraptured he didn't notice when Cory's eyes flew open full of untamed desire. Cory swallowed his cock whole before Max could even register the movement.

Max used all of his strength and will power not to shove himself down Cory's throat.

Cory felt so complete in that moment of his life. Thrusting back into Mike's mouth feeling the warmth from his hands spreading his cheeks, and the slickness from his tongue massaging the walls of his hole. The warmth from where his nose repeatedly nestling in Max's pubic hair, the salty musk from the Max's juices dripping into his mouth. I felt right to be covered in their sweat his sweat.

Max carefully watched Cory's face looking for a tell that he was going to cum. He was trying to ignore the pull of Cory's mouth. Trying to ignore Cory trying to suck all of his cum out of him. However when he felt the huge vibration of Cory screaming around his dick he couldn't hold anything back anymore. He grabbed the back of Cory's head, thrusting heavily up into his mouth. He grabbed Cory's member and started a tight slow pull down. Chocking on Max's dick and riding Mike's tongue Cory's release came flowing out of his cock following the burn of Max's hand pulling down on it.

Max pulled Cory of his dick and squirted his cum all over his face; some of it falling into his open mouth. Mike's hands slid from behind and massaged it into Cory's chest plucking his nipples between his fingers. The slow burning release went on leaving Cory shaking twitch and screaming in completion with every rub and tweak the Max or Mike made. He opened his eyes again swallowing the last of the group completion.

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Cory had Chase pressed against the wall, he had his hand wound through her hair. He pressed himself into her center looking deep into her eyes for any signs of disapproval. He wanted her, he felt attached to her, but he had too many people to take care of to blindly trust her.

"When is it my turn." A new voice came from down the hall.

Chase looked the way the voice came and was greeted by another hot brother.

His gaze burned trails up her body wrapped around his brother's. He started with her legs, admiring their gentle curves. Roamed over Cory's tight grip on her ass, dipped with her waist, and paused for a moment on her heaving breasts. Looked past the place he would mark her, and up as her tongue moistened her lips. He admired the button of her nose and then lost himself in the depth of her chocolate eyes.

A wet kiss under her ear brought Chase back to the man between her legs. "This, baby, is Michael," he said. "This is the one who hid in my closet.

Her laugh turned into a moan when Michael greeted her with his teeth pulling on the lobe of her ear.

"Jesus, God," She shook her head. "Is this a sex house or do you guys have other qualities."

"Yeah man, put her down already." Michael laughed pulling on her arm. "Let me show you the place."

Cory strolled behind them as Mike preached about the rooms of the house.

Four rooms later noticed a sent missing from the house, the youngest brother, Chris was nowhere to be found.

"Where's the little shit?" Cory asked.

"He's probably up a tree in the back somewhere. Why?' Michael responded pulling the group to a stop outside a closed door.

Cory replied, "Well don't you think he should be here?"

"Nah he's fourteen maybe we can keep these two away from each other until his birthday."

"That's two days from now!"

"So?"

Cory's only reply was to arch his eyebrow.

As they watched him walk back to the kitchen it dawned on Chase that she had no idea how old any of her boys were.

She said, "As long as he is the youngest I won't run away screaming."

Michael wrapped an arm around her and sighed. "He grew up fast, being the youngest in what appears to be a really unfortunate situation."

Chase looked up into his eyes. Their crystal blue couldn't mask the pain he felt for Chris as a brother and a mate. "Did he want it?" She asked.

"Yeah he did, but in doing so he lost part of his family," He went on. "We hope he doesn't regret, and has never seemed to, but none of us have the courage to ask him."

Chase let him drop his head to her hair. She could understand his pain; once you accept your mates it's damn near impossible to leave them. Even if Chris did regret the way things ended with his family it may be impossible to mend bridges and fix broken hearts. She hadn't met Chris yet, but a sharp pain built its way through he stomach as the imagined the pain the split would have caused her mates so young. Something she realized she might have to go through when her family found out.

They ended the tour there and went in seek of the comfort of their other fragments. In the kitchen were powerful warlords on the brink of violence fighting over vanilla or strawberry icing.

Chase caught the eye of the boy sitting between them. "It may not feel like it," he said. "But the sight is something you'll get used to.

With a laugh Chase and Mike dropped down into chairs basking in the feeling of being complete. Finally