EroticReverie

Peach Elise Vandaleur

"Peachesss" Nash calls me from outside the bathroom door. 

"Give me a minute." I call back, smack my lips as I finish applying my matte red lipstick.

"We gave you a minute, several of them" he says back through the door and I roll my eyes and put my red lipstick back into my purse, as I run my fingers lightly in my long pink and light orange colored hair. I refuse to call it peach colored, because that's exactly what it is. But it's too cliche for a girl named peach to color her hair the same color.  It's a pretty pastel pink on top and fades into the pastel peach at the ends. I grumble at the incoming roots that need to be touched up, and lean over the sink to take a closer look at my liner to make sure the wings are even, and that my fake lashes are on all the way and not lifting in the corners and that they blend in nicely with the liner. I bat my eyes to test them and then lick my teeth and smile double checking to see if my lipstick is going to come off on my teeth. 

"Isn't patience a virtue?" I call back through the door as I take a step back and adjust the dip of my dress, turning side to side, to make sure I'm not going to be flashing anyone tonight. I was wearing a rose gold sparkly sequin dress and shined like a fucking disco ball, because they liked that. When I was the center of not just their attention, but everyone elses. 

"I'll show you a virtue Peaches, get your ass out here, now" Nash says, making me laugh a little as I turn and look at my ass. 

"Cominggg" I sing song and then grab my matching purse and walk to the door, my matching sparkly strappy heels clicking along the tiled floor. 

I pull open the door, to find Nash, leaning with his forearm on door frame, he looks up as the door opens. Both of smiling at one another as we check each other out.

"You clean up nice." I tease him. 

He just shakes his head at me as he looks me up and down, up and down, again and again. 

"Jesus Peaches." he says and I smile.

"yeah?" I lift a playful brow.

He nods. "Fuck yeah." 

I give a little laugh and then slip past him. 

Nash was one of my boyfriends........out of five.

I suppose a little backstory might be nice. 

I'm Peach Elise Vandaleur, nineteen, and ran away with Nash Warren from our foster parents when I was fifteen and he was eighteen. He was leaving, getting kicked out of the system, and I didn't want to get left behind. So he took me with him. 

He knew a place where we could crash, which was with Rowan Prescott. Another foster brother that Nash knew from his previous foster home, that was already out of the system.  Who lived with two of HIS foster brothers Tyson Michlovitch and Dane Draven and their runaway friend Sebastian.  

What was supposed to be temporary, turned into being permanent. At fifteen years old, I had five "brothers" who looked after me, and made sure I still went to school, made sure I graduated. Took care of me while all of them worked jobs and went to college. 

And well, once I turned eighteen, I guess you could say , while they were still protectors, they were no longer like brothers. Instead, they'd become lovers.

Sebastian was the first to break the unspoken rule of "hands off of Peach".  It was mere days before the others found out when he confessed to them that he'd "fucked up." 

While the others were giving him shit for it, it wasn't long before the connection I had with all of them, turned into each of them eventually breaking the "hands off of peach" rule as well. 

Fast forward a little bit, and Tyson and Dane, the two oldest, now twenty five, were professional basketball players, and we all lived nice and cozy in a mansion with the money they made. Not bad for a bunch of foster kids. Thanks to Tyson and Dane. 

They played for different teams, and tonight they were both back in town after away games and we we're going out to dinner together. All six of us, and since it'd been almost a month since we were all able to be together. Tonight was going to end up full of debauchery and sex. Lots, and lots of sex. Which is why Nash, Rowan and Sebastian have been taking it fairly easy on me these past few days. 

"Damn Peaches" Nash says, always calling me Peaches instead of just Peach. He'd done it ever since I was brought to the foster home. He follows me down the hall and I smirk over my shoulder at him. 

As we walk downstairs I smile at the large picture of the six of us hanging in main hall as soon as you walk in. We'd gotten dressed up and had our portrait professionally painted, and we all look so disgusting pretentious, and we all laugh pretty much anytime we stare long enough at the photo, because it exudes everything we're not. We'd done it as a joke, and it's my absolute favorite thing in this house. 

In the photo is a crushed dark red velvet chair. Sitting on the chair are the two tallest, our "bread winners" they call themselves. Tyson and Dane. Dane is 6'5" , and in the portrait, it amazes how perfectly the artist matched his rich brown skin and the exact green of his eyes. His perfectly trimmed facial hair , as sharp in the photo as it is everyday on his face, with his short hair.   Then Tyson, six foot five, the same thing, the artist captured his lighter brown skin and his light brown and gold eyes perfectly, and his clean shaven baby face hides a smirk like a male Mona Lisa. 

In between then sits Sebastian the third tallest at 6'3", with his long ldirty blonde and light brown biker hair pulled back in a ponytail and slicked back, with a pipe in his tattooed hand , to his mouth, his other tattooed hand on his beard as if he's deep in thought. Behind the chair, are Nash, me and Rowan. It doesnt show, but I was standing on a wooden step stool to make me not look like a shrimp. I was meant to be the center of the portrait. 

Rowan, six foot two inches, our mister "all american" with no tattoos, and his kind brown eyes struggling to look tough , his soft brown hair slicked back for the photo as well. Then Nash at my side at with his normally messy touseled dark black hair, slick back as well, with his dark brown eyes staring back at anyone who walks in the front door as if you better dare not fuck with him. 

I'm standing in a red silk gown, with the plunging neckline, and a long gold necklace the dip between my breasts, holding a glass of champagne and wearing a cold red lip, with my hair blonde at the time, done up and pinned with a fancy clip that the lady who did my hair  told me would make me look "Regal".  It did too. 

I look to Tyson and Dane again, unable to stand how much I miss them. Hating when they have to go away for games or out of town. 

I walk through the foyer and my nose catches it first before my eyes. I smell Dane. The cologne he wears wafting in the air. I scamper in my heels quickly and let out a squeal as I see him an Tyson standing in their suits, already dressed up for dinner, already HERE, when they told us they'd meet us at the restaurant. 

"YOU LIARS!" I screech as I run, both of their thousand watt smiles flashing at me as I run to Tyson who is the closest. 

"Come to Daddy" he says with a grin and I jump up as he bends down for me , I drop my purse and throw my arms around him and then my legs as he lifts me. 

His giant hand slips onto my open backed dress that is now lifted as I wrap my thighs tight around him, and kiss him hard. 

I smile like a fucking fool against his mouth, placing my hand on his beautiful fucking face as I kiss him again and again and again.

"Geeze, maybe we need to start leaving her for a bit too" Sebastian says and I turn my head, shooting him a glare.

"Dont even think about it" I snap, and he throws me a playful grin. I turn back to Tyson, and I kiss him again, looking at his perfect face, and kissing his lips again. 

"I missed you Daddy" I say to him and he grins. 

"Missed you too baby" he says and then grabs my ass in his large hands and lifts me up higher, making me give a little giggle, as I hold my hands on his face and kiss him again, moaning into his mouth. 

"Give me some of that." Dane says as his hand slips onto my back and I turn my head and then reach my arms out to him. Both him and Tyson laughing as Tyson passes me off like a child to Dane and I wrap myself around him. 

"I smelled you as soon as I got down here" I say.

"Is that a compliment or are you saying i reek?" he cocks a brow. 

"You know you always smell good" I laugh a little and then look in his green eyes and my heart flutters and I suddenly wish I could talk them all into forgetting family dinner and just letting me shower Dane and Tyson with all my attention, and my body of course. 

Dane gives me a filthy kiss, his tongue deep in my mouth and I moan and then curse when he breaks the kiss and his full soft lips drag onto my neck and kiss me there, licking and sucking softly. I whimper. 

"alright, alright" Nash says clapping his hands. 

"Theres plenty of time for that." Rowan adds.

"Not enough time if you ask me." Dane says with a smirk as he looks at me. 

"agreed." I say and then kiss him again. 

"I missed you so much" I moan. 

"Missed you more" he says, and pecks my neck again and bites it gently. 

"Impossible" I moan. 

Tyson is behind me, sandwiching me between him and Dane and he slips a hand around me and into my dress, grabbing my breast and I moan as he takes the other side of my neck. 

"See, this is why we should have all met AT the restaurant" Sebastian sighs.  I giggle with my eyes closed, my mouth parting on a gasp as Tyson pinches my nipple. 

"Daddy's gone give you some real good dick tonight" he whispers and I immediately whimper. 

"We're gonna break you in two" Dane says and I want to fucking die.

"alright, bone in the backseat or something, were already late for our reservations" Nash says and Tyson groans. 

"Come on, you heard him, time to show us how much you missed us in the backseat." Tyson says.