Chapter 26: Chapter 2.11
Isabelle wanted to be surprised but it was impossible. The previous night, Joseph had hinted at it, and she had somewhat expected it. After all, what could a Wife of four Husbands do but to make time for each of them?
That was why it was not surprising to find out Ethan was the one to 'help' her wash up that night. In fact, after he prepared her bath, boiling water and pouring it into the tub together with a few buckets of cool water, he did not leave and looked very intent in sharing it with her.
So, Isabelle asked in bewilderment. "Are you going to bath with me?" The others had not shared her bath with her, so she thought Ethan would be the same.
Ethan, of course, noticed the tone with which she asked, and kind of expected her to ask that question, but he still shamelessly smiled and replied, "Why, Isabelle, thanks for the invitation. I'll gladly take it." Saying so, he began to undress.
That was definitely not her intention when she asked, but Ethan would never be on the losing end of any deal. Although Isabelle felt a bit embarrassed, awkwardly standing there as he took off all his clothes once she realized she was yet again led by the nose by the cunning fox, she could not deny she was fascinated by the skin he slowly exposed.
Even though her relationship with the brothers had been ambiguous at the beginning, to then become very suggestive, and finally being intimate with a somewhat serious relationship, it was the first time Isabelle saw one of the brothers totally naked.
She had felt Lucas' member twice; the first time with clothes and the second without. Joseph had pleasured her with his fingers and had barely seen her naked body, while she had seen his flaccid member. With Ethan, Isabelle had touched and seen his cock but he had never seen her; he only fingered her, too.
There was nothing to say about Felix.
So, it would be the first time she was delighted with the view of a naked man. Yes, her memory be damned as she definitely did not take it into account.
As expected, Ethan's frame was on the lean side; more so because he had grown up without eating well. Instead of fat, his body was laced with toned and wiry muscles. He did not look bad; though, if he put up a few more pounds, then he would definitely look mouthwatering. Especially, since his skin tone was the color of bronze, with some places darker than others from the sun.
He had a limited amount of hair on his chest, legs and arms. But he made it up with the rather inviting line on his abdomen and the thick bush of curly hair around his dormant member – that even like that, it had a good size.
There probably were men with better bodies than Ethan out there; however, Isabelle loved what she was seeing, and her dry mouth was proof of it.
"D'you want me to help ya with yer clothes?" He purred, his evil claws already taking them off. As if his question was just a polite way to let her know he wanted her naked.
He undid the crude buttons from the side of her blouse and opened the lapels to show her soft pink bralette. He followed with the strings of the long skirt and let it fluidly fall on the floor, uncovering the shorts-like underwear she made.
Isabelle's breath was getting more labored the more skin he uncovered. The air between the two turned hot and charged. The peak of the moment was when he untied her bralette and took it off, then, with swift fingers, he also untied the knots of her panties, joining the skirt on the floor.
"Beautiful." Isabelle heard him praise in a low voice.
After going to town, she realized most, if not all, women were on the skinny side. And as she walked around the market, some women even looked at her from top to bottom with a judging glance. Although Isabelle did not take it to heart, it unconsciously made her doubt if her soft and chubby form was as beautiful as she liked to claim.
After hearing Ethan's praise, it reaffirmed her thoughts and cleared her doubts. As long as she was happy with her body, then other's opinions did not matter. She liked her body, the brothers liked her body, so it was a foregone conclusion with nothing to talk about.
Her wandering thoughts stopped and her breath hitched when calloused fingers ghosted over her naked skin. From the neck, down to the shoulders, tracing the curve of the clavicle, and playfully using a finger to slide it in between her big breasts that already sported erected nipples.
His fingers continued its journey over her soft stomach, creating goosebumps. He even dipped his index finger in her navel, making her let out a soft whimper.
His teasing actions continued as he drew her line of fine hair on her lower abdomen to finally, finally, reach her own bush of hair. It was not as thick as his, but his fingers still carded through it. Softly rubbing in between her folds. Teasing. Her knees turned weak, barely keeping her standing before such stimulation.
She collapsed when his fingers went deeper, reaching her already wet entrance. Catching her body, he whispered in her ear. "We should do something 'bout this." Isabelle let out a whimper as he rubbed her wetness, and seeing his hard member twitching as it hardened. "Come, let's get in."
He surrounded her body with his arms, letting her feel his hard cock, and dragged her to the tub and gestured her to get inside, which she obediently did. He joined her after he rummaged through his clothes and took off his shoes.
The bathtub was perfect for one person, with only a little bit of space left once in. With two people, it became cramped. Though, Ethan solved it by sitting behind Isabelle and placing her on his lap. The warm water calmed down her built-up excitement, even when their crotches were touching.
"What is that?" She asked, noticing he had something in his hand.
"A new stall opened in the market today. Two ladies were sellin' something called soap; it's similar to aromatic oils but solid. That's what they told me. Since they were openin' their business, they were givin' small samples at a very low price. This one cost me the salary of today." He explained, showing her the small rock-like soap.
"Ethan…" Isabelle sighed with sadness and a bit of pity. Her chest twisted, knowing such a small thing that would probably not last much costed him the hard labor of one day. Those dimes should have better been used to buy a few vegetables or saplings. "In the future, do not buy things like these." She said, turning to look at him.
His dark eyes looked back at her for a couple of seconds, then he closed them as he hugged her. "I just… I thought that… if I don't buy ya things, you'd leave us. After all…" He trailed off. After all, were gifts not something that women always expected from their lovers? If he did not follow the norm, no matter how saintly Isabelle was, she would still leave, right?
Only then Isabelle realized the most insecure about their relationship was Ethan. As the oldest, he had some sort of urgency towards finding a Wife, and their impoverished lives was the mayor obstacle to getting one. That was why he could carelessly waste his salary on soap, to show he was not poor. Gifts were normal while courting, yet considering their circumstances, Isabelle never thought them important.
On another note, she was happy to know he confided his thoughts with her. He was slowly but surely starting to rely on her for things that troubled him.
He deserves a little prize for it!
Submerging the soap in the water, it turned slippery. Isabelle rubbed it in her hands and then put it aside. She stood up and sat back again, this time facing him and positioning herself in between his legs. "We still have a long way to go for the us to work seamlessly. But please, never doubt me. I do want to stay here with you all." She reassured.
Ethan's breath hitched when her slippery hands circled his semi-hard member. Sliding her hands up and down and twisting her grip a bit, his cock quickly hardened. Sighing, he opened his legs even more, trying to get more friction, though the bathtub did not let him open as wide as he would have liked.
Between sighs and grunts, his mouth let out a rather loud curse: "Ah, fuck!", after she softly pinched the tip of his hard-rock member and caressed the sacks. He bit his lower lip and threw his head back while closing his eyes. His throat was constantly bobbing, either from swallowing saliva or swallowing his pleasure sounds.
"Does it feel good?" Isabelle teasingly asked.
Hearing her question, he opened his eyes and looked down at her with a smoldering gaze that made her heart beat like crazy and accidentally squeeze his cock rather tightly. He let out a sharp moan, that startled both of them.
"Did I hurt you?" Isabelle worried that she may done something wrong, so she let his cock go.
He shot his hand to grab hers and returned it where it was before telling her to "keep going". Then, he surged to catch her lips as their joined hands started moving. He guided her hand through the movements he liked, the different strengths in the grip and even used his hips to thrust into their hands.
His imposing actions pushed her back to the other side of the bathtub, trapping her.
The clash of their mouths swallowed the pleasure sounds they let out as their hands worked on his cock and his free hand deliciously fondled her breasts, pinching her already hard nipples from time to time. The water splashed everywhere; but, at that moment they did not care.
It was just them and their pleasure.
Having learned how he liked being touched, Isabelle moved his hand aside and directed it to her own intimacy that was pulsing and hot. He immediately rubbed her clit, changing pace and the pressure he put. His mouth separated from her and sucked hard on her neck, even biting it.
His other hand had a tight grip on one of her breasts, going from fondling to pinching and back.
Isabelle did her best to clamp her mouth shut to hear his voice. When he let himself loose, Ethan sounded very sexy, so seductive and alluring that it was enough for her to reach her climax as her body tightened. Her hand kept its fast pace as he spurted his orgasm with short grunts by her ear.
Enjoying the bliss of their activities, they remained immobile and panting.
"You're amazing." He whispered, his mouth leaving sloppy kisses on her shoulder.
"So are you." Isabelle whispered back. She closed her eyes to enjoy the hands that started massaging her back and shoulders. They were too close to call it a proper massage but it felt very much like one and she liked it.
"You're really not leavin' us?" He inquired, not stopping his hands. She sincerely did not want to talk because the massage was relaxing her tense body, removing the stiffness she had accumulated throughout the day.
"Am not." Her addled brain, though, still did its best to answer his question. Her body had turned into complete goo that was supported by the tub and Ethan's body.
"Then, after you're done with yer first work and we go to the town, let's get married." His words seemed to come from a far, far away place as she started falling asleep.
Isabelle did not understand everything he said, but it sounded as if he was requesting something for when they went back to town. Not thinking too much about it, she considered his words reasonable.
"Sure." She found myself replying before she blacked out.
Sensing Isabelle's breaths got steadier and that she stopped responding to his words and actions, Ethan realized she had fallen asleep. Since he already got the answer he wanted, there was no need to keep bothering her. They had all been singing their desire to marry her, but it was the first time she gave a… proper answer. At least, he was going to take it as her ultimate answer!
Only after convincing himself that he finally got the most awaited reply in his life, he finished bathing her, touching more of the perfect body she had. In the past, he thought he preferred skinny women since all women he had seen in the village and in town were like that. The meatier ones were old ladies who had lived rich lives.
Seeing Isabelle's naked body for the first time, had almost made him lose control. He had wanted to kiss, to lick, to suck, to touch, to caress, to smell, to be plastered to her. The sole thought of the loud slaps their bodies would create when having sex made his cock valiantly rise again.
With those alluring thoughts, he held his hard member and wanked in speed record, wanting to spill his seed all over her, yet the miserable amount that dribbled out just floated in the water. He wryly chuckled and accepted that only his first shot was the good one. Done with his wicked actions, he stepped out of the bathtub with Isabelle in his arms.
Lucas had made carrying Isabelle look easy, but it was not so. She was quite heavy. Though, Ethan was not going to complain when Isabelle's body was the most beautiful he had ever seen. And he had seen lots of naked women. All skinny and with almost no shape unlike Isabelle. He let his mind wander as he dried her body with a towel while holding her.
Done with the task of drying, he then cladded her in her sleeping garments. They were not see-through, but the fabric was very thin, not leaving anything to the imagination. He took deep breaths to calm down his once again surging libido. Even if he orgasmed again, he doubted anything would come out of him.
Either way, he suddenly felt the need to buy her more fabric so she could make herself more garments like that one. Maybe he could even tell her to make them more suggestive…
Although she had said not to buy things for her, Ethan was still uncomfortable knowing the effort they put on her was not proportionate to the big sacrifice she was making by staying with them. The women he used to court also received small presents that might have been despised even if they still hungrily waited for more.
Isabelle was the only woman he had met that sincerely told him it was not necessary to buy her gifts and to consider his economy. Ethan was, then, totally convinced that she deserved whatever gift they gave her.
Once the two were ready with their sleepwear, Ethan carried the sleeping Isabelle to the house. Inside, he found, unsurprisingly, that the candle was still lit and that Joseph was awake. Though, it was surprising to find Felix was also awake, if almost dozing off.
"Were you well taken care of?" Joseph teased with a shit-eating grin as he looked at his first brother tucking their little Wife in bed; the improvised bed. That was another thing they had to work on. It did not sit well with Ethan to make her sleep in that rickety wooden board.
It even groaned under her weight...
He would have to think about that later. He first had to settle things with Joseph.
Ethan knew Joseph had heard what happened between Isabelle and him; his voice must have been loud enough to uncover their actions. Ethan was not ashamed of it. If he was ever ashamed of something, then his sexuality was never it.
He just glanced at their youngest brother who was doing his best to not fall asleep and clearly failing as he dozed off and paid no attention what they were talking about.
Of course, they were not spoiling or mollycoddling the teen. Felix was perfectly aware of what his member could do, and what his white was capable of. Neither Ethan nor Joseph considered neglecting that part of the teen's education. More so because they had wanted their little brother to save himself from troublesome women who might introduce him to the messy bedroom drama.
Lucas was smart enough to get away from it all, so they had wanted Felix to do the same.
Luckily, they had found someone who would never let their Felix down as his first woman. Or, it was better to say, this special woman deemed them worthy to get involved with.
And, curiously, the reason why the teen was awake was due to the aforementioned woman. "While you were havin' the time of yer life with Isabelle, Felix asked me if he'd also have his own time alone with 'er. It seemed he caught up on what we're doin'."
Ethan laid his sleepy little brother on the bed and covered him with a well-used and thin blanket – the best and relatively newest blankets were being used by Isabelle. It was best for Felix to rest since he had a rough day. Ethan was even considering letting the teen sleep in and cook breakfast himself.
He was not as good as Felix, but he still could do some pancakes to stave off hunger.
But, again, first, he had to settle the topic that came up.
"And do what? You've been teachin' him stuff?" Ethan sharply glared at Joseph.
Joseph scoffed, not accepting the blame.
"He's just young, Ethan, not stupid. He knows a Wife is a person to cherish, care for, and have children with. We four decided she'll be our Wife. What he does with her, as long it doesn't end up offendin' or hurtin' her, is valid. Don't take away that from 'im. It's true you raised us but you ain't our parent. Don't try to fucking control everythin'." Not mincing his words, Joseph scolded Ethan.
He knew. Ethan knew he was not their parent. But damn, he had spent more than ten long years telling them what to do so they could survive that he had somehow blinded himself to the fact they were all adults now. Even Felix, who was technically still a teen, could get married if he so much wanted to.
But that could not stop the feeling that crept into his heart to know that the baby he had cleaned and fed was now talking about having time alone with his not-Wife. It was… Perhaps that was how a real parent felt.
"Ok, fine." Ethan sighed, rubbing his brows. "If we can do it, why not him?" He shrugged. He quickly dropped the matter and went out to take care of the water in the tub, leaving a dumbfounded Joseph standing by the side.
The third brother was really expecting to start a fight with the oldest brother, like it always happened. But who would have thought Ethan would easily bury the hatchet over the matter? Was it going to rain frogs? Joseph looked out the window to check. But all he earned for his incredulity was the scolding of his returning brother.
"You practicin' to become a ghost? Snuff out the light, it's late!" Ethan quietly barked, making his way to bed.
Joseph took his words back. Ethan was still a jerk; a reasonable jerk but a jerk nonetheless.