Quinn sighed in relief, because this also came at a time in their lives when he and Ben had the ability and money to start a family of their own. They didn't need to buy the third boat. One of the things he had never shared with Ben was that he didn't want to continue to be a commercial fisherman once he married. He had seen the stress it had put on his mother. He knew how much she had worried about Papa. It was a daily worry that had aged her. He had promised himself he wouldn't put the woman he loved through that kind of daily uncertainty.
They could sell the boats, and that would provide enough profit to fund their younger brothers' college. Then they could start a recreational charter-fishing business. They could continue to do that up here in Alaska until the boys were grown and then later move down to Seattle with the business, if Kara wanted to be closer to her family. They could continue to support their mother and the other boys. They would be men by then, so his younger brothers would be around to support their mother in other ways if Ben and he weren't there.
It would be perfect. He finished his drink and walked back to the bedroom. He moved silently, but he wasn't surprised to see his brother looking up when he entered the room. Nor was he surprised at the hungry look on his face. Quinn stopped at the foot of the bed, gripped the sheet that was covering Ben and Kara, and started to pull it down their bodies. He grinned when Kara merely snuggled closer to the warmth of Ben's body, having predictable effects on his brother's anatomy. When the sheet was finally pooled at their feet, and Kara's body was completely uncovered, Quinn found himself in the same predicament as Ben, and he knew just how he wanted to address the situation.
Quinn got onto the other side of the bed beside Kara and pressed his naked heat against her back, luxuriating in the way she pushed her ass against his engorged penis. He had to grind his teeth together to stop himself from spilling his release at the feel of her. He saw his brother's knowing smile over the top of Kara's head, and he shot him the finger. Then he motioned toward the foot of the bed, and Ben understood. Ben gradually moved away from Kara, who then rolled over and burrowed close to Quinn, seeking his body heat, which he was more than happy to share.
Quinn curled his left arm around her head, and then moved his right arm around her body so that he could easily touch the smooth skin of her areolas. He let his fingers lazily drift around and around those pale pink patches that surrounded the rosy tips. He smiled as the skin quickly crinkled and her nipples began to flood with blood, turning from rosy to red. He couldn't help but start to ever so lightly squeeze the delectable nubs, and revel in the quickening of her breath.
He heard the sound of flesh moving against sheets, and watched her legs moving in agitation. He hoped it was because she was beginning to feel desire. He saw her kick out, almost hitting Ben, but he quickly moved, saving himself injury. Ben gently took hold of her legs, and the two of them worked to roll her onto her back. Kara gave a soft sigh, and turned her face into the hair of Quinn's chest, her long hair covering him like a cloak, and she breathed him in. It seemed that their woman was a sound sleeper, which made it all the better to enjoy her as they brought her from sleep to passion.
Quinn watched as his brother pushed her knees apart so that her sex was splayed open. Kara whimpered into his chest, and he soothed her, stroking the tendrils of her hair away from her face. Finally he saw just a twitch of a smile, and he knew that she was beginning to wake, but then she settled, even though he saw her arch her pelvis slightly upward. Quinn lifted his head so that he had a better view of what his brother was doing as he continued to softly pinch the flesh of her nipples, enjoying the velvety texture of the hardening flesh as he watched his brother use his thumbs to part her outer labia and feather his tongue just barely inside her pussy. She whimpered again against his chest, and he worried about the awkward twisting of her neck, but it didn't seem to bother her.
He continued to watch, and suddenly the bud of her clitoris popped up past the protective hood, and she jerked awake with a cry.
"Jesus," Ben said right before he sucked the swollen bud into his mouth, and she cried out as an orgasm obviously took over her body, and she clapped her hands over his, mashing his hands into the soft flesh of her breasts.
"Harder, please harder," she begged. Quinn automatically obeyed, pinching her nipples harder, and let her hands determine how hard his large hands should press into her delicate flesh, but when he thought he might bruise her, he stopped, despite the demands of her hands.
"More, Ben, suck me harder." This time her voice was a demand as she ground her pelvis upward into his mouth. Quinn had never been so turned on watching something as he was seeing his brother milk and pull at Kara's engorged clitoris. It was so red, and so obviously aroused, and then, like she had been hit by lightning, she shot upward, almost levitating off the bed as another climax slammed through her body.
* * * *
"Please, Ben," she sobbed. "Please, I need you inside me. I feel so alone." Ben knew he couldn't deny her anything.
In a heartbeat, Quinn left her and pulled a condom off the nightstand, flicking it to his dazed brother, who fumbled to catch it. He finally got it on and settled on top of Kara, chest to breast, parting the slick folds of her sex with the head of his penis.
"You feel so much better than I imagined, Kara," he said as he continued to push into the tight muscles of her vagina. She whimpered and he immediately stopped.
"Don't stop. I need more of you, I need to feel all of you." She reached down and gripped his ass, attempting to pull him closer, but he was immoveable.
"You whimpered, Kara. I refuse to bring you pain with my need, Kachawli." He brought his forehead down to hers, their faces sheltered by his hair, sinking into her deep blue eyes. There would be no lies, no deception.
"Yes, it hurts, but I also feel so much pleasure." Kara paused, trying to catch her breath. "Ben, love, please, now it hurts more when you're not filling me, when you're not moving." Ben saw tears begin to well in his lover's eyes.
"No, Kara. Whatever you need." He pressed forward until he was sheathed to the hilt, and he saw a shining smile burst across her face.
"Yes! Ben, you fill me so perfectly," she sighed. She pulled her pelvis backward to start the rhythm of love and elicited a groan from Ben. She smiled up at him. "Please start moving inside me, I promise you're not going to hurt me. You'll only hurt me if you stay still." She pushed upward and moaned in pleasure and he finally believed her. He still started slowly, moving in such a way that his cock stroked in and out of her channel, but the hair of his pelvis gently abraded her clit, so that the two sensations had her crying out and arching up.
"Slow down, Kachawli, together. Let's go over together."
"Yes, that's what I want. Now," she gasped.
"No," he laughed, his hair swaying around them as his lips swept in for a tender kiss. "Patience, Kara." He thrust slowly back in, swiveling so that even more nerves were ignited. When she tried to arch up again, he softly pressed her hips down into the mattress, holding her still so that he controlled the tempo.
"Ben," she wailed. "It's too much, I can't stand it."
* * * *
She heard a chuckle and realized Quinn was watching them. "You can and will stand it, sweetheart. We're going to teach you patience." She felt a shiver go down her spine at the deep sandpaper sound of Quinn's voice and at his words. She didn't know how to hold back her climax. As if Ben understood, he stopped all motion, allowing her a moment to calm.
"Are you under control, Kachawli?" Ben asked in a pained voice. Kara could only nod. He started up again, pushing back in her clenching cunt. They both groaned at the vibrations coursing through their joined bodies, each shuddering. He continued to hold her down so that she was forced to take each plunge, each pull, and each pass against the needy flange of flesh. Ben's head reared up so that Quinn could easily see Kara's expression.
"Kara, hold on, you need to hold on." Quinn's raspy voice exactly mirrored the rasping of Ben's pubic hair against her clit, sending her even closer to climax.
"I can't, Quinn. Help me, please, help me," she cried in desperation, wanting to please her men, but not knowing how to stop the pleasure barreling through her body. Quinn reached out and grasped one of her nipples, pinching hard. The sharp sting pulled her out of her frenzied state. She panted in relief, knowing she could wait, knowing she could now match Ben, knowing she could now hold her release, and match his, as she ached to do.