“I’m so close. Please, don’t stop,” Isla moans out. I feel Bodie shift and then hands pulling out my dick. I can feel Isla’s small hands gripping mine and Bodie’s dicks together, and she sinks her mouth down around both of them. I groan at the friction of them rubbing against each other in the heat of Isla’s mouth. All you can hear are moans and the slapping of skin. I’m attacking her clit with vigor, while stroking Callum and Orin. She’s so close I can feel the minute she’s ready to detonate, and I bite down on her clit
She lets out a muffled scream while she swallows Bodie and I deeper. Her orgasm causes a train reaction. I cum deep down her throat, and I can feel Bodie filling her up along with me. Ropes of hot cum coat Isla’s and my sides as Callum and Orin grunt out their release. Odin thrusts into her two more times above me, so I suck his balls into my mouth again, and he comes with a shout.
After he catches his breath, he gently pulls out of Isla’s swollen cunt. I suck his dick down my throat before he pulls it back, licking it clean before I pull Isla up to a sitting position right on my face. I spear my tongue as deep as I can, cleaning out every bit of their mixed juices.
She cums one more time on my tongue, quivering with the aftershocks of so many orgasms, before she is picked up and carried into the bath by Callum.
I wasn’t expecting for my daydream to happen so soon, but fuck, that was hot.
Isla
After our impromptu fuck fest, we all quickly shower and get dressed. Of course, I have to spend ten minutes with my face in the toilet. When we finally make it down to the kitchen, the boys are nowhere to be found but Vivian is sitting on the island eating a banana. She’s already dressed in a cute long sleeve purple dress that has a fluffy tutu, white leggings, and her furry boots. Maw-Maw has pulled her hair up into little space buns.
I walk up to my sweet girl and start kissing all over her face. “Mommy, stop it! I’m eating my ‘nana.” She giggles as she pushes me away.
“Are you ready to go ice skating, princess?” Callum asks, nuzzling her head.
“Yes! I’m going to be an ice princess just like Elsa, daddy!” she tells him cheerfully.
“Oh, you are, huh? You’re already a princess; you’re our princess,” Bodie tells her as he walks up and kisses the top of her head.
“Where are the boys?” I ask my grandmother as I sit down at the table. Bodie hands me my plate of food, and Silas sets down my glass of sweet tea.
“They are in the playroom, waiting on y’all. The Mudbugs hockey team came out a couple days ago and the civic center decided to leave the rink open for a couple weeks so people could skate. I know you used to love to go, so I figured we’d make a day out of it,” she replies while stacking the dishwasher.
“But you can’t ice skate, can you?” Odin asks with concern.
“If I was new at it, no, it wouldn’t be safe. However, I used to skate all the time, and I’m only fourteen weeks. The babies are very protected in the womb. Women can keep up with ninety percent of their normal activities when pregnant. I’ll stay on the wall though, so I’m not in the middle and have less risk of being run into, if that will make you feel better,” I offer, looking between the guys.
“Yeah, Babygirl, it would. We trust that you know what you're doing, so if you say it’s safe, we believe you. Now let’s all hurry and eat so we can go.” Odin kisses my head, grabs his own plate, and follows the others to the dining nook to eat.
“Maw-Maw, do you think we’d still have my old skates?” I turn to her and ask. “I really hate using rentals.”
“Actually, when I heard about the rink being opened up, I went and found them in the storage room. They are in that box over there, along with some other things I thought you’d want to see.” I hop up and grab the box before returning to my seat.
“We really need to go through the storage room and clean stuff out. It’s getting to be a jungle of shit,” she tells us. I open the box as she’s talking and pull out my beautiful white Jackson Mystique skates. Under them are a handful of pictures.
As I pull out the first picture I immediately start crying. The first picture is Saige and I with our parents, sitting on an old porch swing. I’m in our dad’s lap, and Saige is in mom’s. We look so happy. The next picture is me curled up on the couch asleep with my Paw-Paw when I was probably around ten. Those were my favorite times; I loved curling up on the couch and taking a nap with him.
The other pictures are from birthday parties and other events throughout my life. My parents have been gone for so long I don’t even remember what it’s like to have a mom and dad. It was just life being raised by my grandparents. Corin threw away all the pictures I had of my family as soon as we moved in together. Thankfully, I didn't bring any of my parents’ or Paw-Paw’s things, so it all should be in storage here.
I feel a hand on my back and look up to meet Orin’s eyes. “Can we see them, Darling?” I nod and hand him the pictures. He and the others gather around and go through them.
“Wow, Wildflower, you look just like your mom. She was beautiful,” Silas says softly, looking at me with a small smile.
“You know, I don’t think it ever crossed my mind to ask what color your hair is naturally,” Orin says thoughtfully.
“Ha, it’s a dark brown, like Vivian’s. It was jet black when I was born and so was hers,” I tell him before looking back to my grandmother. “Thank you for the pictures, Maw-Maw. Let’s get the kids and head to the rink.” I pull her in for a hug and give her a kiss on the cheek.
Around ten a.m, we finally get the kids loaded up; since we have to take two cars to fit everyone, I’m in my car with the kids, Silas, and Callum driving. Maw-Maw, Bodie, and the twins are in her car ahead of us.
“We need a big van,” Silas informs us randomly.
“Absolutely not. I refuse to drive a van like one of those religious cults with twenty kids. We can take two cars. I know this car is new, but I will need to upgrade to an eight seater at some point soon to fit five car seats better.” I pull out my phone to look up cars that’ll work.
“I’m a big boy. I don’t need a car seat anymore,” Arden grumbles.
“Nice try, bud. You have another five-ish years before you’re tall enough to not need any type of seat,” Callum tells the pouting preschooler.
