Mission Accomplished. I got all four brothers.

Gavin

I first met Gavin in sophomore year, those green eyes and that shy smile hiding what I’d discover later: how beautifully he arched his back when I slid inside him, how his fingers would grip the sheets until his knuckles went white, how his moans would build from whispers to desperate, pleading cries that made my skin flush hot.

Greg

I met his older brother Greg at a party, those same green eyes, but with a confidence Gavin lacked. We locked gazes across the crowded room, and within an hour, I had Greg pressed against the wall in a darkened bedroom, his muscled thighs trembling against mine. When the door creaked open and Gavin stood frozen in the doorway, Greg just smiled and pulled me deeper. I’ll never forget the heat in Gavin’s eyes as he watched his brother come undone beneath me.

George

Then I discovered they had two younger brothers. George was already in college, all lean muscle and swimmer’s shoulders. Gabe was still in high school—forbidden fruit. I convinced Gavin and Greg to introduce me to George at their family lake house. By midnight, I had him naked on the dock, moonlight silvering his skin as he writhed beneath me, biting his lip to keep quiet while his brothers watched from the shadows. The brothers never fought over me—they understood I was collecting them, savoring each one’s unique pleasures without keeping any for myself.

Gabe

Finally Gabe turned 18 just a week ago. I waited until his parents left for the weekend, then showed up unannounced. When he opened the door, those familiar green eyes widened with recognition. He’d filled out since I’d last seen him—lean muscles shifting under smooth skin as he invited me in, voice cracking slightly with nervousness. Later, as I claimed the final brother, his inexperienced hands clutched desperately at my shoulders while his brothers watched from the doorway, a perfect collection of identical gasps and flushed cheeks.