Sang Unleashed

Chapter Seven

What must have been hours later, but felt like minutes, I wake to the sound of whispering voices and the feel of two male bodies on each side of me in Mr. Blackbourne’s large bed.

“I know we agreed to give her time, Sean, but she tricked me.” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“You’re telling me that our sweet, innocent, soft-spoken Sang, tricked the big, bad Owen into having sex?” Dr. Green replies.

I can hear the anger and disgust in his voice and know that I have to diffuse the situation or our family will never survive the fallout.

“Make love” I say on a yawn that began fake but turned into a real one. “We made love.”

I turn and place a happy, sated kiss on Mr. Blackbourne’s face before rolling over to face an unhappy Dr. Green.

“Don’t worry, Sean” I say coyly. “There’s still a couple firsts that you can have.”

I meet his eyes and show him how happy I am. And I am happy, elated even. My body is sore, sure, but my heart has never felt so full. I try to convey to him how much I need him to be happy for me, with me.

I’m relieved when I see the hardness in Dr. Green’s eyes flee and he presses a kiss to my nose.

“You do realize that anytime we want something, you’re going to be thrown at the grump to soften him up” Dr. Green whispers conspiratorially to me.

“I don’t know how much use I’ll be” I whisper back, “so far, I just make him hard.”

My jest earns me a hearty laugh from both men and I bask in the sound. This is how I want to wake up every single morning for the rest of my life. Surrounded by happy men that love me, men that I love back. Which reminds me.

“I love you, Sean” I say, bringing the moment back to a serious note. “I don’t know why I’ve never said it out loud, but I need you to hear it from me as often as I can say it.”

“Uh-oh” Mr. Blackbourne says. “That’s exactly how the little minx tricked me.”

I shoot him a glare before turning back to Dr. Green. “Don’t listen to him, he was just hoping for a round two.”

“Well don’t let me stop you” Dr. Green responds laughing, but making no move to get out of the bed.

It’s then I notice that I’m the only one of us that’s naked. Mr. Blackbourne must have put on some pajama bottoms at some point and Dr. Green is wearing familiar pajamas himself.

“Did you walk over here in your pajamas?” I ask.

“Of course not” Dr. Green replies. “That would be indecent. I drove.”

We all laugh until my stomach grumbles.

“Time to feed the Pookie” Dr. Green sighs.

“Why don’t I go start breakfast and you can get Miss Sorenson in the bath” Mr. Blackbourne says.

“So you have her naked in your bed, her scent still all over you, and yet you still can’t call her Sang?” Dr. Green pokes.

“It’s a kink of his” I answer before Mr. Blackbourne can respond.

“Oh I see” Dr. Green says on a laugh.

Mr. Blackbourne just huffs a sigh before leaning down and brushing his lips across mine. His hand, however, did a bit more than brush the length of my slit before he jumps from the bed and escapes the room.

I’m still glaring at the door when I feel Dr. Green’s hands begin an exploration of their own. I moan when his fingers brush the sensitive area below my navel.

“How sore are you, Pookie?” He asks while nibbling my ear.

“I’ll survive” I reply on a sigh. “Just keep touching me and I’ll forget all about it.”

“No can do, my dear” he replies. “Mr. Grumpy pants would have my head if I didn’t tend to your battle injuries.”

“I’m not injured” I argue, but my thighs really are quite tender. If Dr. Green knows of a way to make the pain go away, I’m definitely listening.

“Just wait right here and I’ll be back in a moment.” He scurries away before I can respond.

I probably should have asked to go to the bathroom first. Now that I think about it, I really do need to go.

“Dr. Sean?” I try to yell at the highest pitch my voice will usually work without breaking and am pleased when it comes out clear.

“Yes?” He says, popping his head back in the door.

“I have to pee” I say.

“Well it’s a good thing you’re next stop is the bathroom for a hot bath” he laughs. “A special, doctor recommended bath.”

I perk up at the idea of soaking my sore, inexperienced muscles in a hot bath and jump from the bed. Too late, recognition settles when I see Dr. Green’s hungry eyes eat up every inch of my naked body.

“Sean?” I press. “I really do have to pee.” I’m practically dancing in place and I can see that my movements are not motivating him to move out of my way.

I’m saved when Mr. Blackbourne comes around the corner and sees me dancing in place and Dr. Green blocking my exit. He bodily pushes Dr. Green out of the way and I scurry past. I hear Dr. Green huff a few curses before I shut the bathroom door. From past experience with my boys, I know that I have approximately two minutes before one or both of them are in here with me. I hurry to do my business and wash my hands. Just when I finish drying my hands, I hear the bathroom door open. I meet his green eyes in the mirror and feel his hands run across my waist before settling on my abdomen, pulling me back against him to feel every hard muscle.

“I’m going to save that just for you” I whisper to Dr. Green, wiggling my ass so that he catches my meaning. “No one will touch me there until I’m ready for you to do it.”

Dr. Green groans and I feel his erection twitching in his pajamas.

“Pookie, your tongue is wicked” he admonishes. “You really do have a way with words.”

Surprised, I raise my eyebrows in question. Did he really just cum in his pants from my simple promise?

He nods in response. “Now hop in the bath” he commands. “Doctor’s orders. And don’t expect me to wash your hair. Gabriel would kill me if I messed it up.”

I do as I’m told and sigh in relief as the tension in all of my sore muscles melts away. This is heaven.

“Dr. Sean?” I ask pensively.

“Yes, Pookie?” He responds extra cheerfully and I glance over to see him smiling broadly.

“Why does that keep happening?” I ask. “I mean, other than Owen, no one has been able to hold back long enough for anything to happen.”

“I can’t speak for anyone else” he starts, “but for me, that was just a release of something that’s been building since the first time we kissed. It’s possible that Owen was able to hold back so well with you because last night was the first time you kissed him.”

“So your reaction to me will change?” I ask.

“Probably not” he answers. “I will always be extremely turned on by your body, but eventually I think I’ll be able to touch you for an extended amount of time without making a mess in my pants.”

“I guess I’m just afraid that I’m doing something wrong” I sigh.

“I would say it’s quite the opposite” Dr. Green reassures me. “It’s just built up sexual tension that we’re releasing. It won’t always be like that. What happened last night with Owen? That’s what you can expect in the future with all of us.”

I shiver at the promise in his voice. Although, thinking back, I never actually touched Mr. Blackbourne. He did all of the touching. But that didn’t help with Gabriel, so maybe Dr. Green is right and this will just take time to figure out.

“If it makes you feel any better, all of the boys have come to me about it. They all want tips on how to keep from doing that” Dr. Green says.

“And what kind of tips did the good doctor give them?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“That is a simple question with a very, very complicated answer” Dr. Green hedges.

“I’ve got time” I reply.

“Okay” Dr. Green laughs. “Basically, I told them that condoms help…”

Dr. Green continued to explain how condoms would help alleviate the sensitivity in that area, but I got stuck on that one word. Condom. Mr. Blackbourne and I didn’t use one. Does that mean that I’m pregnant now? I am in no way ready to be a mom. Biting back my panic, I catch Dr. Green’s eyes and swallow hard.

“Sean?” I ask pensively. “What would happen if I had sex with one of the guys and didn’t use a condom?”

“You really don’t have to worry about it, Sang” Dr. Green replies. “I’m sure you won’t be disappointed no matter what the outcome of any physical intimacy you engage in. Owen and I have taught them better than that.”

“That’s not exactly what I mean” I say. “What about pregnancy risks? Isn’t that something we should worry about?”

“Oh! No, Pookie” Dr. Green reassures me with a smile. “As soon as we all realized we were in this relationship together, we sat down and discussed the best way to handle contraceptive. None of us wanted the responsibility to lay solely on you, just as much as none of us felt confident in depending on condoms. We’ve all had a relatively new procedure done that eliminates the need for contraceptives for at least 10 years. It’s called Vasalgel, and while it’s new, like I said, all the case studies have promised excellent results. So until we’re all ready, no accidental little Sangs running around for us, I promise.”

“That’s a relief” I say, sliding further into the bath water. He was right. This special bath really does help my sore muscles.

“Now hurry up and finish your bath” he tells me. “I’ve been instructed to have you back at Nathan’s by noon or he’s coming over here to get you.”

“Nathan’s home?” I ask excited. I feel like I haven’t seen him in days, even though we practically live together.

“Yes, and he demands his Peanut by noon or he’s going on strike.”

I hurry to finish washing my body, choosing to leave my hair dry. I know Gabriel will probably wash it at some point later.

“What are my plans for the rest of the day?” I ask.

Dr. Green laughs, “you say that like we plan every minute of every day for you.”

“Well…” I trail off.

“Actually, Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne says, stepping into the bathroom. “There’s been a team request, if you’re interested.”

I squeal, having a guess as to what the team would request. I just love family sleepovers. Mr. Blackbourne laughs and I soak up the sound.

“Sleepover it is, then” Mr. Blackbourne says, bringing his phone back to his ear. “She said yes. Ok, I’ll pass along the message, Mr. Coleman. Goodbye.”

“Don’t wash my effing hair?” I ask when he brings his attention back to me.

Mr. Blackbourne smiles affectionately, “that would be correct. He also wishes to apologize for neglecting to send appropriate sleepwear and I informed him that he will wish he had when he speaks with you. Please do make sure he knows it is his fault that my willpower was so easily thwarted?”

“Mr. Blackbourne, if I know Gabriel, it was his intention to loosen you up via my nakedness.” I confess.

“Jokes on him” Dr. Green says. “Now he has to deal with Mr. Blackbourne at one of these epic sleepovers.”

“Really?” I say excitedly. Dr. Green and Mr. Blackbourne have never come to one of our sleepovers before. I had assumed it was a separation of authority, but maybe they were making an exception for me.

“Miss Sorenson” Mr. Blackbourne starts, pausing a moment to take a breath. “You’re going to have to tell them about our activities. I didn’t think you’d want to do that without support.”

“Do I get to call you Owen in front of everyone?” I ask, giggling.

“I suppose so, if you’d like” he responds.

“Then I can handle the Spanish inquisition.”

Dr. Green laughs before helping me from the tub. I take the towel from him and usher both men out of the bathroom when I see their eyes darken in lust. There’s only an hour or so before Nathan starts banging on the door, demanding my return and I really am quite hungry.

I return to Nathan’s at exactly 11:50 and Mr. Blackbourne escorts me into the house. We walk in to see Nathan pacing near the front door, keys already in hand.

“Finally” he says, scooping me up and planting a kiss to my cheek. “I found your phone in the bedroom when I got home. You have lots of messages to return, Peanut.”

“Oh no!” I exclaim. “I must have forgotten it in my rush to get out the door with Mr. Blackbourne last night.”

“You were with me, you didn’t need it.” Mr. Blackbourne interjects. “Miss Sorenson, I will return at 7 for dinner and our family sleepover.” He adds, giving the words ‘family sleepover’ a naughty connotation that Nathan can’t have missed.

“I look forward to it, Owen” I reply, meeting his steel grey eyes in a challenge.

He growls in response, stepping close to me and crushing his lips to mine. I sigh into the kiss, giving him the opportunity to deepen it before pulling back. He walks out the door without another word, but he has that millimeter smile on his face the entire way out.

“Well that’s new” Nathan says, eyeing me from head to toe. “What happened?”

“Later” I promise. “What’s the plan for today?” I change the subject quickly.

He accepts my sidestep and leads me to the bedroom. “A lazy Saturday with my girlfriend. Silas and I were up most of the night watching Wil, who by the way, is the most boring human being alive.”

“Lazy sounds good to me” I respond. “Video games, movie, nap?” I ask.

“Actually, before we start being lazy” Nathan hedges, “I’ve been wanting to try something for awhile, but I’ve been waiting for you to start being more physical, and um, intimate, with me before we try it.”

“I’m listening” I say, feeling my telltale blush starting to bloom.

“It will require you to trust me” he explains slowly, “and I mean a lot of trust here, not just the average trust you have with the rest of our family.”

Now I’m very curious. “Tell me what you have in mind, Honey. What is it?”

“Ok, well, um” he starts, stops, tries again, “I thought that I could help you with your shower issue.”

I shake my head, knowing how that would end up and can’t bear the thought of stepping into a running shower.

“Just hear me out” he argues, “the shower head is removable. You show no signs of having issues with water in general. I just thought if I could replace a bad memory with a good one, you could start to heal.”

“Nathan, that’s sweet, but I pass out every time I’m in the shower. I don’t feel like passing out today” I reply.

“Can we please just try it?” He asks. “You say banana and I shut it off and give you as many orgasms as you can handle.”

That last part perks my interest. I’m turning into such a needy girl. “I suppose we can try it” I concede.

Nathan brightens and leads me into the bathroom. He robotically removes all his clothes and all I can do is stare. I’ve only ever seen him in his boxers, except for once and he doesn’t know about my peek at his behind. His muscles are large and impressive, and his penis is just as impressive. My blush has grown from head to toe and still I stare at him. He’s magnificent.

He catches me staring and walks toward me, stopping just shy of rubbing against me. He reaches out a hand and helps me out of my shirt. Dipping down to his knees, he removes my skirt, inhaling deeply when he sees that I’m still not wearing any underwear. He looks up into my eyes and my blush deepens.

“Gabriel…” I begin, but stop myself. I need to be honest, if he’s going to be here with me intimately, he deserves to know. “Gabriel thought it would be funny to ‘forget’ to pack any underwear, or pajamas. But, it turned out that I didn’t need them.” I meet his eyes so that he understands my full meaning.

“Was he gentle?” Nathan asks, but his eyes are rolling with too many emotions to catch.

“Yes, Honey” I reply, “he was gentle. He took very good care of me.”

I know that Nathan cares first and foremost about my safety and secondly about his emotions. My job here is to make sure he feels my love for him. That my feelings for him are just as important as my feelings for the rest of this family.

“Now you’re going to take care of me, right?” I ask. “You think you can fix what my stepmother broke?”

He nods, coming back to himself. “Right. So, shower head orgasm. That’s my plan.”

I laugh, “sounds like a pretty solid plan. What do you need me to do?”

He walks over to the shower and steps in, gesturing me to follow. I step into the shower and he angles me into the bench seat, far from the shower. This is a pretty good start. He pulls the shower head down and places it by his knees where he’s crouched in front of me.

“Before I start, can I have a kiss?” he asks nervously.

Without answering, I slide to the edge of the bench seat but with his height we’re now eye to eye. I gently press my lips to his in several short, reassuring kisses before opening my mouth to deepen the kiss. He responds in kind, sliding his tongue out to tangle with mine. I moan and slide my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. He trails kisses down my jaw and pauses there to give it a gentle nip with his teeth. He continues his trail of kisses down my neck and stops there to gently kiss along my collarbone, across, and then back up the opposite side of my neck. I sigh into the loving way his lips are running over me and pull him back to my lips. I dart my tongue out to run along his lower lips and he mimics my actions. His hand begins a slow path up my torso until he’s cupping my breasts in each hand, pulling a deep moan from my throat. I tilt my head to get a deeper kiss while wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him toward my center.

Groaning, he pulls back. “Not yet” he pants. “Soon, but not yet.”

I pout up at him when he stands, but he just smiles back.

“Ready to give this a try?” he asks.

“If I say no, can we go back to what we were doing?” I answer with a question.

He laughs and shakes his head, “please just give this a try? For me?”

This must mean a lot to him, so I nod. I’m still doubtful this will work, but I’m willing to give it a try if it’s important to him. He takes the shower nozzle and points it at the floor before turning the shower on, adjusting it to the temperature he wants. I keep my eyes on his so that I don’t get lost in the sound of the shower, but I don’t feel any spray on me and I don’t feel myself slipping away. The sound is bad, but not unbearable.

He kneels back down in front of me and checks that I’m still with him. “Okay, lean back and spread your legs” he instructs matter-of-factly.

I stare at him wide-eyed, but do as he says. The cold tile on my back causes me to hiss, but isn’t unbearable. He leans forward and places a kiss on my thigh, which causes me to moan and lean further back, presenting myself to him a little better. He laughs and presses a kiss to my other thigh. Before I can get frustrated, I feel a warm pulse at my core causing me to gasp and my eyes to blink rapidly.

“Banana?” he asks.

“Oh God” is my only reply. I’m not sure if I would have been able to handle this before my sexual awakening, but I know that I’m certainly enjoying it now.

“I need you to tell me if you want me to stop” Nathan says.

“Don’t you dare stop” I respond and then moan. I can feel the water running across my stomach and thighs every time I move my hips, but the sensations going through my core are too intense to pay attention to anything else.

I’m not sure if I could handle showering, but I definitely enjoy this. This is amazing. I’ve been missing out on so many things in my ignorance.

I feel my muscles contracting and I recognize by now that it means I’m getting close.

“I’m going to cum, Nathan” I moan. “Please don’t stop.”

Nathan groans at my words and his reaction causes me to tumble over the edge on a silent cry. My body pulses for several beats with the water still running over my stomach before it turns cooler.

“Turn it off” I say sharply.

Nathan immediately turns the water off and looks at me. He nods in approval at my sated face and scoops me up from the bench, stepping out of the shower. He towels me off before wrapping a towel around his waist and picking me up again. He carries me into the bedroom and lays us both on the bed, in our favorite sleeping position.

“I heard about that mouth of yours” Nathan starts, “but I didn’t believe it until I heard it for myself. You really do have a way with words.”

“Really?” I ask, surprised. Him too? “What did I say?”

“I just lost it when you told me you were cumming and begging me not to stop. You were there with me the entire time. Not thinking of someone else, it was me.”

“Oh, Nathan” I say, rolling over to look into his eyes. “Don’t you know? I love you, my sweet Honey.”

He kisses me sweetly, “And I love you, Peanut.”