I Remember Nothing, But I Have Four Husbands

A while later, Isabelle sat in the newly made bathtub, enjoying a good soaking. She did not know how Ethan finished it so fast, and so well done at that! There was not even a leak and the wood felt very smooth to the touch. He did say some sort of wood protector was missing; yet, because he had none, then the tub would not have that shiny hue others had.

Frankly, everybody was very satisfied with the humble job and praised the oldest brother for it. Ethan really had an amazing talent for woodworking.

Relaxed and snuggly sitting in it in the solitude of the kitchen where the bathtub was placed, Isabelle's mind wandered and came up with many ideas on how to live well together with the brothers. Though, thinking about the brothers, her mind brought up the dream she had the previous night.

Honestly speaking, Isabelle had enough clues to guess that her identity was not so simple, that what happened to her was not an accident, and that she had no qualms in accepting four lovers at the same time. She was sometimes curious to know exactly what kind of life she had before losing her memory, but she also hesitated with the idea of really wanting to know where she came from, or if she wanted to return.

If the place she came from was worth returning to.

Even if it was, and if she did so, she would surely take the family of four brothers together with her. After all, according to the huge dress she was found in, money was not a problem for the five of them to live happily…

The brothers like me… right?

Isabelle liked them. She liked what she was slowly discovering about them, and she liked the idea of living the rest of her life with them. She just hoped they liked her the same way she did. Physical encounters were good, yet she truly yearned for something more with them. She had no idea from where that came from, however, it refused to leave her mind.

Although she would not complain if the four brothers were only interested in her physically, she would be very disappointed and disheartened. If that was the case… would she then leave the house and redo her life elsewhere?

After all, if they ever got bored of her, then they could easily get another woman and probably start their own family with her. That would certainly force Isabelle to leave to avoid the impending chaos. Yes, chaos, because she would first throw a tantrum, then leave with as much dignity as possible.

Though, not without a fight! I saw them first! With what right those shrews could come to take what is mine?!

Ah, but that decision did not solely depend on her.

What to do? I really like the four.

Sighing, she concluded she would cross that bridge if they ever got there.

With the water cooling down, Isabelle stepped out of the bathtub, rubbed her body dry, and put on her newly made sleeping garments. She was extremely happy with them! They were comfortable and the design was rather nice if someone asked her. She would have liked for it to be a bit longer as the nights were a bit chilly, yet she ran out of fabric.

Getting new fabric became her new personal goal. Something that she would not need the brothers' permission or money to get.

Done changing, she opened the door, only to come face to face with Lucas. She stood stunned for a moment at the sudden development. Had he been peeping? Or perhaps waiting?

Does he want to do something naughty? And, why am I getting excited?

"Is there something?" She shyly asked.

"Water." Lucas replied glancing at the bathtub in the kitchen, though his gaze honestly returned to her and her scantily dressed body. Her sleeping garments left almost nothing to the imagination. He was itching to do something, but he had a task to do. Work first, pleasure later.

"Eh? Oh. Oh! Are you going to help me with the water?" He briskly nodded at her question, doing his utmost to make his eyes remain on her face. "I see. Thank you." She smiled a bit abashed, aware of where his eyes had roamed. Though, she was still a bit disappointed that he was just doing a cleaning task and not finish what they started in the mountains.

Lucas quickly did the cleaning, using two buckets to empty the bathtub. The water was not haphazardly thrown, but used to water the tree in the courtyard. The bathtub was then dried with a rag and leaned on the kitchen wall, inside. No matter how desolate it looked where they lived, someone could easily pass by and steal the thing if left outside.

It was a really well-made bathtub after all.

The only inhabitant in the yard, Mrs. Rabbit, had dug a little cave in the ground which was filled with dried leaves by Felix so she could sleep in there; so, she was safe from being stolen at night. That cave was also the place where she would soon give birth to her offspring. How many little ones could a rabbit have? Would they have fur as soon as they are born? Would they be as cute as the mother?

Isabelle stood by the courtyard, thinking about inane things regarding Mrs. Rabbit and her future children until she felt someone standing before her. She looked up to see a gruff beard hiding a manly face, and silent eyes staring down at her.

The sun had already set, and the only source of light came from the candle inside the house as the one from the kitchen had already been snuffed out by Lucas. And, even that light was too weak to fully reach where they stood. Meaning, it was too dark to clearly see the expression on his face.

However, it seemed he could perfectly look at her as his hand steadily made its way to her neck, and his thumb rubbed a specific spot in it as if in contemplation.

For a moment, Isabelle wondered why he touched there until she remembered that spot was where Joseph had kissed – sucked – her at noon. She instantly stiffened. Had that hooligan left a mark? With that conclusion, she nervously stared at the quiet Lucas.

"Are you… are you angry? Do you mind that Jos… Mh!" Isabelle did not know if he was angry or not as he silenced her with his lips.

His movements were not as inexperienced as before, but they still had an amateurish hint to them. It was quite mystical, in her opinion, ideal even, as they could slowly discover together what could make them feel good.

Like being imprisoned in his firm arms that pulled her to his chest. One of his hands even seductively caressed her hips, just shy away from fondling her butt. If Isabelle thought Joseph was a teaser, Lucas did not fall behind; and he even did so unintentionally!

Lucas, for his part, could not get enough of Isabelle. Of her scent, of her softness, of the sounds she made whenever he pinched her skin and trailed his hands all over her ass. He wanted to meld her into his body, so she would always be close to him.

The slow pace of their kissing allowed Isabelle to perceive a couple of things. Especially what was happening between them. She was amnesiac, not dumb.

Lucas felt like that shy and serious first love with whom she could imagine their future together. He possessed that stable feeling in a relationship all women wanted in a partner. Her included. Of course, that he was shy did not mean that he was afraid of taking what he wanted when he was already in the mood. On the contrary, he was more zealous.

With her arms wanting to coil around his neck, she had to tiptoe to reach him. Noticing her sudden predicament, Lucas used his big hands to grab the back of her thighs and lifted her off the ground. Isabelle had a moment to be impressed by his strength before she deftly wrapped her legs around his hips. Soon, she was pressed against a wall.

Thanks to her new position, her sleeping garments easily rolled up, leaving her completely naked down there as she forwent underwear to sleep. And, of course it allowed her to distinctly feel his hardness twitching behind his pants.

Breaking the kiss, Isabelle whispered in his ear before biting his earlobe. "Take it out." She rasped in need. He paused, dumbfounded.

Due to their closeness, both could see each other's expressions clearly; hers was clouded by desire, while his was marred with hesitation at her request. Isabelle appreciated the fact that he did not want to go all the way, knowing they were not fully committed. It was very principled of him.

However, after her reflection back in the bathtub, she also decided to uphold some principles in the case things did not work out between them: no penetration. Anything else was valid.

Taking advantage of his frozen figure, she took the matter into her hands – literally. Untying the string that held his pants, she quickly pulled them down.

Gosh, he is also not wearing any underwear!

She grabbed his really big and hot member, and rubbed it against her folds. Never once trying to place the head in her entrance. Lucas was not so dumb and instantly caught up with her intentions, so he started to vigorously move his hips to rub their parts together.

He resumed the kiss to not let any sound escape from their mouths, wanting to be discreet. Isabelle inwardly thanked him for his consideration as she did not want the other brothers to hear what they were doing right outside the house. However, not letting out any sound from their mouths meant the sound of their pelvises hitting each other was rather loud in the silent night.

That made it all the more exciting, sensual and indecent that, for a moment, she wished for the other brothers to come out and see what was happening there.

The combination of the frantic kiss and their frenetic hips had their minds in a haze, jumbling their thoughts and focusing only in their pleasure. With that pace, they soon reached their limits. Isabelle tensed, her nails embedding onto his shoulders, while Lucas erratically jerked his hips, spreading a viscous liquid in her crotch.

I just took a bath, yet now I am covered in sweat and other fluids… But I loved it!

If possible, she would prefer for Lucas to be her first. She wanted to know what he could come up with in his inexperience and eagerness.

"Wait here." His roughened voice took her out of her wicked stupor. He placed her back on the ground before walking off to the well while grabbing and pulling up the waistband of his pants and tying them up.

Soon, he returned with two pieces of clean and wet pieces of cloth. The pieces were the strips of fabric she cut from her dress. She had no idea what they could be used for, but it seemed they would make do for cleaning dubious fluids.

In his hurry to return, Lucas did not clean himself back at the well. So, after giving the cloth to Isabelle, he turned around to take care of his matter as she took care of hers with a grin on her face thinking this sudden shy moment of his was rather cute.

"Belle." Lucas called out after a while, his back still facing her as he was unsure if she was still cleaning herself.

"Yes?" Isabelle replied as she made sure she was squeaky clean.

"I'm not angry." He stated. She whipped her head up and stared at his wide back, those strong shoulders, and those powerful hips. All him was like a steady mountain.

"Of course, you are not. We just had an amorous moment under the starry sky. What is there to be angry about?" She teased the giant and sensual bear that was Lucas. All notion of their previous conversation gone from her mind in her afterglow.

He shook his head and turned, his gaze locking with hers. "We won't get angry." He elucidated for her convenience. His eyes beseeched her to understand just like how his brothers, his family, did. He wanted her to be family.

Isabelle should have been born stupid if she could not guess the meaning of his words. She truthfully thought their heated moment began because he wanted to erase all the traces Joseph left on her, but it seemed her assumptions were wrong from the very beginning.

Lucas never cared for his brother's marks. He just wanted to leave a few of his own, too. To not let her forget that even if she received some love from another brother, she was also his.

"I understand." And she truly did. She understood that being with the brothers was an actual blessing. "Thank you, Lucas." She walked up to him and hugged him. He wrapped her body in his arms, and that was all she needed to feel safe. To be reassured that her decision was not bad, that what she was doing was not wrong.

That was on others, not on her.

So, lady in my dream, whoever you are, I am not wrong.