Family Duties

TYLER

I stir from sleep late in the morning, finding myself entwined with Zach in our shared bed. His familiar form is a sight I’ve woken up to countless times.

“Morning, handsome,” he greets me, his smile taking my breath away.

When did he start waking up before me?

“Good morning.”

“Oh, I hope it’s gonna be,” he teases, rolling me onto my back. I’m already half-dressed, clad only in my lounge shorts, and his lips find mine with a hunger that makes me groan. He’s on top of me, pressing me into the mattress.

My tongue seeks his, craving the taste of him. He lets me explore his mouth but soon grows restless and moves his lips to my jaw, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck. He bites and sucks just below my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I can’t help but grind against him, feeling his hard length against mine. He’s naked, and his arousal is evident. Mine, however, is trapped beneath my shorts.

“Zach?” I gasp his name as he moves lower, taking one nipple into his mouth, teasing it with his teeth before moving to the other.

“Ty?” he murmurs against my skin, his breath cooling the saliva he’s left behind and sending a chill through me.

He continues his journey down my body, leaving a trail of wet kisses and red marks.

“What do we have here?” he asks, and I lift my head to see what he’s referring to. All I see are my shorts, which he promptly removes with his teeth. “Ah, just my favorite part of my husband,” he says. I kick off the shorts.

Soon, I’m completely naked, and he’s looking at me with a hunger that makes me shiver. He moves lower, laying on his chest between my legs, and takes hold of my arousal. His tongue traces a path from the tip to the base, and I can’t help but gasp.

He takes my balls into his mouth, and the sensation makes me jump.

“Have I ever told you that you have a magnificent cock, baby?” His voice is rough with desire, and I can’t help but smile.

“On occasion, Zach,” I reply.

He laughs, taking me into his mouth. The sensation of his throat muscles constricting around me is almost too much.

I try to stay still, savoring the pleasure his mouth is giving me. The slight pain as his teeth scrape against my shaft only heightens the experience.

He teases the tip with his tongue, and I unravel beneath him. I’m on the brink of climax when he pulls away, sitting back on his knees with a smirk that makes me fall in love with him all over again.

“Now that wouldn’t be any fun, would it, my love?” He flips me over effortlessly, positioning me on my stomach.

I’m too slow to react, and he’s already positioning me on my knees, spreading my legs wide. He kneads my ass cheeks before dipping his face between them, and I can’t help but moan at the sensation.

“This is mine,” he declares, using his saliva as lubrication to slide a few fingers inside me.

I groan into the pillow, which smells of Violet and Ella. It’s a comforting scent, but I don’t want to think about it right now.

He hooks his fingers deep inside me, hitting that spot that makes my arousal twitch. He repeats the motion, sending sparks of pleasure through me with each stroke. My hands clench the sheets as I teeter on the edge of climax, my teeth grinding together as I try to hold back.

“Oh, my love,” he murmurs, pulling his fingers out to spank me. Once, twice, three times on my left cheek.

Then he repeats the process on my right cheek.

I stiffen, remembering a night when he spanked me so hard I couldn’t sit for a week. But today, he’s gentle, playful.

“Zach, please?” I beg, needing him inside me.

It’s been a week since any of them touched me.

“How I wish we had a playroom here,” he muses, rubbing his arousal against me.

“We do, it’s nearly done.”

“I want my toys. I want you in there where it’s safe and soundproof. I want to drive you wild, Tyler. I want your submission...” I almost laugh but catch myself just in time.

“You already have it, baby. I’m yours, always have been,” I assure him.

He chuckles, pushing himself inside me. The sensation of him filling me is overwhelming.

His arousal is like a steel rod inside me, piercing me.

“I want to take it from you, my love, demand it. You know I crave it,” he says, pulling out almost completely before slamming back into me.

The sensation is incredible, and the friction of my arousal against the sheets only adds to it.

“Take me to the club then?” I suggest.

“Maybe I will. But right now, I’m going to fuck you as hard and fast as I can. If you can, come with me, my love.”

I barely have time to process his words before he’s gripping my hips and thrusting into me.

It’s painful.

It’s ecstasy.

It’s sinful.

The sinful kind of pleasure and pain that most people won’t accept, but I will because I know what will come at the end of it.

He thrusts so fast to chase his release that I barely have time to build up to mine.

My climax is just beneath the surface. I just need…Need.

Ah yes, that right there.

He changes the angle, pushing my chest to the bed and hitting my prostate with each thrust. My arousal rubs against the sheets with each movement.

“Fuck.” His word fills the silence, the only other sound being our bodies slapping together.

“Come, Ty, do it now,” he commands, pulling me against him as he thrusts. And I don’t have a choice.

My climax hits me so hard that I can’t breathe.

It’s an intense orgasm that consumes all my senses, so much so that when I come down from the high, I find myself against Zach’s chest, his fingers playing with my hair. I don’t know how long I’ve been out, but he’s grinning down at me.

“Well, that was something, huh?” he asks, his grin devilish.

I nod, too spent to speak. Like Zach had said, if only we had the playroom. I feel content now, even if a little sleep deprived.

Soon, very soon, Tyler.

“We should shower, the girls have their check-up today,” Zach suggests after a while.

It’s been a while since we’ve had time to just lay together after sex, just the two of us. It feels…different.

That being said, we’re both up, washed, and dressed within half an hour, just in time to leave for the doctor’s office.

We have a bit of a struggle fitting Ella into the car seat for the first time, arguing about where the plastic clip on the strap should go.

It takes all four of us and a YouTube video to get it fitted correctly. She looks snug and sleepy as we pull away from the house.

We need a bigger car. Callum looks uncomfortable next to the car seat, while Violet seems fine.

He’s too big to be sitting back there. I should have let him drive my car, but I don’t like anyone else driving it.

Ella sleeps peacefully on the drive over, and we arrive just in time for our appointment. We spent too much time fussing over her straps.

We’re immediately ushered to the pediatrician that Annie recommended.

“It’s lovely to meet you, Dr. Bartley,” he greets us.

Dr. Andrew Bartley extends his hand to Violet and me as we walk in with Ella in my arms. His handshake is firm until he sees Zach and Callum behind us, then it becomes limp as confusion crosses his face.

Violet bypasses his extended hand, choosing to take mine instead, pulling herself closer to me.

His eyebrows shoot up, his gaze darting between the five of us, but he doesn’t utter a word. He returns to his desk and settles into his chair.

There are only two chairs on our side of the desk, so Violet and I claim them. Zach stands behind me, Callum behind Violet. Both of them have their arms folded across their muscular chests.

The doctor’s expression is rather entertaining.

“Annabel mentioned you were in a unique relationship. I didn’t anticipate there being four of you,” he says, smiling at his laptop. “I suppose it’s not my place to ask, but how does that work? Are you all together, or are you all with Violet?” It is intriguing that he would jump to one of two conclusions. Most people would assume we were all with Violet.

“We’re all together,” Zach responds, a hint of uncertainty in his voice. Great. Our first impression is turning into a power struggle.

“Alright then, do you all get regular sexual health checks?”

“Every four months,” Zach and I answer in unison.

Violet and Callum remain silent, earning a raised eyebrow from the doctor. It is something I hadn’t considered before. Getting them tested, that is.

“Should we schedule new tests for everyone?” he suggests, noticing the discrepancy in our responses.

We all nod in agreement, an awkward silence enveloping us.

“Well, who do we have here?” he asked, breaking the uneasy quiet that had settled among us.

Violet hadn’t spoken a word, and neither had Callum. So, after a moment, I decided to take the lead.

“This is Ella,” I announced, glancing down at her. She was still fast asleep. “Shall we conduct the initial checks? I also have the DNA results if you’d like me to read them out.”

“Already?” Violet asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, Violet, they don’t take that long,” he replied. She nodded as he stood up and walked over to wash his hands. I placed Ella on the table at the side of the room. The moment I laid her down, her tiny legs curled up to her chest.

“Well, aren’t you a tiny one?” he remarked. Using his measuring tape, he sized her up, just like the midwife had done. He also examined her eyes and ears.

He almost let her fall backward until her arms and legs flailed out, but he caught her just in time. “Reflexes,” he explained, justifying his rough handling. I could sense Zach or Callum fuming behind us. Maybe both of them. But I knew he was just doing his job.

The last thing he did was undress her. He inspected her spine, even between her butt cheeks, before placing her on the scales.

“Six pounds already. Someone’s enjoying her mommy’s milk,” he said.