After what felt longer than it probably was, Zia shifted off of her knees onto one butt cheek on the rug. Phil stood to help her, unhooking the clips from the x-piece, letting it fall to the floor and pulling her up into his embrace. She nestled the side of her face into his broad chest, and simply relished in him holding her. After a moment, she pulled back enough to slide the blindfold up to her forehead, blinking up at him. The lights that he had left on in the room were a bit jarring after having her vision obscured for well over an hour.
He ran his hands down her arms, stopping to unbuckle the restraints from each wrist. "You good?" he asked, more out of proprietary than true concern; he figured she was.
"Yup," she answered. "You?"
"Don't think I even need to answer that," he responded with a half-smile and smirk.
"I'm going to go to shower again," she stated, turning from him.
Phil laughed, "That good, huh?"
"I'm covered in sweat and spit," she glanced down at her chest, "and God knows what else, so, yeah. I'll be quick, I'm just going to take a rinse off."
"Ok, take these with you." He handed her the wand and the gag and reached into the cabinet below the toy drawer to pass her a bottle of the spray cleaner. "Clean your friends, too. I'll take care of picking up everything else."
"Deal," she agreed. She set things down on the closest dresser, and put a foot at a time up on the upholstered stool to remove the ankle cuffs. She set them on the top of the dresser and pulled the blindfold from her hair and forehead to join them, picked up what Phil wanted her to take care of, and walked towards the bathroom.
Phil started with the bed, lifting the mattress to remove the restraint kit, wiping things off as needed, in order to return everything to the practically empty drawer. He turned back to start on the items on the dressers when he remembered that for some crazy reason his brother had made him promise to shoot him a text after he had had his 'evening fun' with Zia. He hadn't thought too much of it at the time, since things around the compound were frequently just a bit well, 'off' anyway; but now he was starting to think that his brother already knew that Zia had something special in mind for him tonight; aside from what he had originally just thought was his brother assuming was a new couple having their evening sex. His sister-in-law, he had noticed, seemed to be actively courting a friendship with Zia. One, or both of them, likely had a hand in what he had been lucky enough to come home to this evening.
He walked to the master bath, to locate his phone, that he had either left on the bathroom counter or in his back pants pocket, hastily discarded on the floor from earlier. Zia was still in the shower. He found his phone, in his pants, on the floor in a heap. He wasn't usually that careless, but he had been, well, just a bit preoccupied. He pulled his brother up in his contacts to message him and also checked the time, it was approaching midnight. Ken had put them all through a rough run of drills and had more scheduled for tomorrow. If his boss didn't kill him slowly, his new girlfriend surely would. He had been using muscles, he chuckled inwardly, in more ways than one, that hadn't been this abused in years.
He typed and hit send. Hey bro, not sure if you're still up but remembered you wanted me to text for some reason.
He put the phone down on the counter and used a hand towel and a little soap to wipe himself off. He could survive without another shower but a little clean up was in order. He tossed the towel into the nearby hamper. He retrieved his phone and as he was walking out the door, it buzzed in his hand.
Assume you're done. Her throat sore? I'm heading over.
What? Umm, not sure. Your business because? Why?
You used her mouth, right? I'll be there in 20.
Again what? Phil gave up. Having a cryptic argument with his brother over text at this hour was positively pointless. His brother, at times, could be just as unyielding as their father. He went back into the bedroom to find some pants as he heard Zia shut the water off.
A hair over twenty minutes later, Phil was walking down the entrance hall to answer the knock on the outer door. He had pulled on a pair of sweat shorts and Zia had climbed into bed and passed out. He was thrilled to note that she hadn't bothered to pull on pjs as was her usual, and he was looking forward to snuggling into her as soon as he was done with whatever was so pressing with his dang brother.
He opened the door and Sean let out a laugh at his expense. "You're a state," he commented. Phil hadn't bothered to look in a mirror but as he ran a hand through his hair, he realized it was all over his head. "How's she?"
"Wrecked," he answered his brother, with a definite level of pride. "You know just because I'm not the man whore of Grady's reputation, I do know my way around a woman's pink bits. I am an O'Neill after all."
Phil noticed his brother had a plastic container in his hands. "That's why I'm here. Got to check up on my future sister-in-law."
"You really want to see your future sister-in-law in the buff? 'Cause she's currently passed out in bed."
Sean noticed that his brother didn't bother to correct him this time. "Umm, well, yeah. I'm allowed to look you know. She's a cutie. Spoon?" he asked, not missing a beat.
Phil shook his head yet again. Part of him wanted to ask why the fuck his brother needed a spoon but again he just gave up and went to the kitchenette.
"You know Collins and I have stripped Claire naked and bound her to Grady's bed for him."
"You're shitting me?"
"Nope."
"And Grady was ok with this?"
"Yup. Knew it was happening and everything. Periodically helping each other get off is kind of what we do around here."
"You know that's not normal, right?"
Sean just shrugged. "It actually helps. You get a little play with the other girls and you're content to otherwise stay faithful to your own. May seem counter intuitive but it works."
Phil wasn't convinced but he dutifully followed his brother back to the master bedroom. Zia was passed out on the left side of the bed, her hair spread over the pillowcase, the light sheet barely covering her as she had it tucked between her legs. Sean crossed to place the spoon and container on her nightstand, and gently reached to stir her. Phil leaned on the door jam, still a bit confused as to what on earth his brother was up to.
"Zia," Sean spoke softly as he gently brushed her hair from her forehead with the back of his hand. "Zia, honey. Can you sit up for me? I brought you something. I wanted to check in on you."
Zia's mind was in that half-awake, half-asleep place. For some crazy reason, the voice she was hearing was like Phil's, but not quite. It sounded like, Sean's? Sean? Wait a minute. Why was Sean in her bedroom? Hold the phone, she was nude! Shit!
Zia snapped awake so fast, she sat up, dislodging the sheet, and flashing her boyfriend's brother a full view of her breasts. Sooo not what she was aiming for; she grabbed for the sheet and shot backwards.
Sean seemed completely unphased. Instead, he actually moved to sit down on the bed. "Relax," he cooed. "Not going to hurt you."
Zia's eyes landed on Phil standing in the doorway. So at least he was aware that his brother was in their bedroom.
Sean shifted to move behind her, lifting her up over his far leg, and settling with his back against the headboard. Zia pulled the sheet to her chest, not knowing what else to do. Sean wrapped a hand around her waist and slid her back into his chest, holding her between his legs. "Relax," he repeated.
"Um, Sean? What are you doing?" she asked with concern.
"Zia, again, you need to chill out." He kept a hand locked around her waist, keeping her flush to him as he spoke. He looked up at his brother. "He's the only one that gets to fuck you, but the rest of us are all going to take care of you, and you need to get used to that." He glanced down at her body pressed against him in nothing but a sheet. His trained eye always knew that her body had some lovely curves under those hipster clothes she favored. It was nice to be proven right.
He had always liked Zia. When Ken had approached him about his opinion for the match, he had enthusiastically agreed. His mom and Shelly were both intelligent people, but his brother always had a thing for the smartest girl in the room. He knew his brother was no slouch himself. While he had spent his adolescence chasing tail, his brother had a hook up here and there, usually with an older woman, and otherwise tended to have his head buried in a book. If they both hadn't have enlisted so young, Phil probably would have gone to MIT or something. He was thrilled for his brother that things had progressed so rapidly with Zia. Sean drew his thoughts back to said woman tucked between his legs.
He slid his hand from her waist, satisfied that even though she was still tense, that she seemed to have at least acquiesced to staying where she was. He used his left hand to push her back gently forward so he could lift the container and spoon from the tabletop with his right. He shifted, to allow her to settle back against him. "Come on and cooperate or my surprise will melt," he encouraged.
"What do you mean, melt?" she asked.
Sean popped the top of the container, releasing the scent of sweet citrus. "Just shut up and open your mouth," and with that he dipped the spoon in and lifted it to her lips.
"I told her the same thing earlier," Phil joshed, as he finally pushed off from the doorframe to enter the room.
Zia started to roll her eyes until her tongue hit creamy orangey cool goodness. She let out a moan around the spoon that rivaled some of the ones she had given Phil earlier. Sean chuckled. "Hope you gave my brother just as good," he teased.
"What is that?" she asked around the creamy cool deliciousness in her mouth.
Sean responded by popping a second spoonful in her mouth. "Chef's special recipe for orange sherbet. Made it myself just before I headed over. You can freeze it but its best fresh."
Zia licked her lips and let out a little whimper of pleasure, as she swallowed the cool soothed her throat. She suddenly didn't care that she was naked and lounging in her boyfriend's brother's lap. She leaned back into him and allowed him to feed her.
"Feel good on your throat?" Sean asked.
Zia nodded. Her throat was sore from a combination of screaming, moaning, and crying out against the ball and phallus for nearly an hour. Phil's cock had been a welcome. Nature had more give.
"Hardly the first sore throat around here," Sean continued. "You're both scheduled for a lesson with the chef next week. He got sick of Ken calling him out of bed around three AM to come make ice cream, so he's taught everyone how to do it. I can show you, but he's a better teacher. It's quick with the professional grade equipment and fun, too. Obviously, you can make other flavors but he insists this is the best for this. The chef's been here like twenty some on years, he knows his stuff."
Sean lifted his eyes to look around the room. His focus had been on Zia, but there was still evidence of their tryst all over the room. Phil had gotten interrupted in his picking up duties. "It looks like you too had fun," he commented with a smirk.
Phil took the opportunity to continue returning items to the drawer, needing something to do. Zia finally relaxed enough to settle into Sean as he fed her. She even went so far as to rest her hands up on his muscular thighs, and gently worked her hands against him, feeling his strength. Phil was powerful in his own right, but Sean was the most muscular guy at the compound, and seven years younger. If he was going to take a little dalliance with her, she was going to return the favor.
Phil finished picking up at around the same time Sean scraped that last bite for her from the bowl. He shifted to get up from behind her and she lay back into the pillow and the bed. Her belly full and her throat soothed, she couldn't wait to fall back asleep. She'd worry about brushing her teeth extra good in the morning. Sean bent to kiss her temple and stood to leave. "Have a good night, you two."
"Thanks Seal," Zia murmured.
"I'll walk you out," Phil started.
"Nope. I can see myself out. Get in bed with your girl. I'll let Ken know to give you the morning off so you can both sleep in. I'm guessing you both earned it."
As soon as his brother passed into the hall, Phil pushed his shorts off his hips and slid under the covers. He nestled his body against hers, pulling her close. They were both fast asleep before Sean had even left the carriage house to head back to his wife.