I Remember Nothing, But I Have Four Husbands

Isabelle meandered the maze-like town after asking where Son&Son carpentry was, and she witnessed once again the busy life of townspeople. Peddlers here and there, squares with artists doing shows, a whole market dedicated to food, some buildings with small rooms and people living in them, specialized shops and the entrance of what seemed to be a huge market.

She was amazed at it all and her heart beat in excitement, at all the possibilities! First things first, though, she had to eat. So, she stopped sightseeing and finally arrived at the carpentry. Down the same street, there were other carpentries but this one stood out because it looked very nice from the outside and the inside was clean and not that cluttered with furniture.

There were even some designs hanging from the walls!

All the appealing forefront was ruined by the attendant who looked up and down at her body with his vulgar eyes. Had he never seen a beautiful woman before?

"Hey sweetie, can I help you?" The man asked, trying to sound very dandy, but coming out very cheap.

"I am looking for my Husband, Ethan Edris." Isabelle announced with as much poise as she could muster. Which was not a little, noticing the man's face tightening and distorting in shame, rage and displeasure.

"Wait here." The man coldly said. What was his problem? Had he not thought that the reason a woman could visit the shop was because she came to look for her man? No normal woman would go alone to a shop full of men to buy. The man was very petty, too, as she could clearly hear him yell out, "Edris! Someone's looking for you! Get out of here, quick!"

And here I thought women were the vicious ones with their jealousy.

Men were no better it seemed. The reason was very obvious, anyway. Ethan was handsome, the man was not; there was no need for a deeper explanation.

Ethan calmly made his way out with a cloth bag in his hand holding their lunch: vegetable pancakes. Isabelle made them early in the morning with Felix's help. Their meal should have been cold by lunch time, but she made sure the pancakes were soft for them to be edible. She felt very proud of her feat and could not wait for Ethan to try the pancakes!

However, Ethan was acting strange. From the moment he came out of the workshop, he remained silent, just taking her hand to lead her out to yet another town's square where food peddlers had built a mini market to sell their food.

Isabelle wanted to ask him what was wrong but was distracted by the lively and colorful atmosphere around her. When the two came out of the house, it was very early in the morning, so she was not able to meet many of the villagers, much less talk with them. And the few she did meet completely ignored the two. That left her perplexed. Ethan told her not to think too much about it, so she did.

It was not like she was given time to think about the strange interaction, too, as she was subjected to the hellish cart rise, then with Basin Town; which was like a whole new world for her.

Her distraction did not last long as Ethan kept acting strange. He bought two beverages, gave one to her together with a pancake, and then started walking while eating his. She tried to copy his movements as she followed him, but she could not catch up to his pace as she was not used to eating while walking. It felt unnatural to her. So, soon enough, Isabelle lost sight of him.

Instead of panicking, she got angry.

It was obvious he had something in his mind, yet instead of talking about it, he kept it inside and silently took it out on her. Isabelle refused to continue going along his charade and just looked for a place where she could wait for him. Sure enough, it was not long after she leaned on the wall of some house that he returned, frantically looking around until he spotted her.

"What are you-" Isabelle cut his complaint short by stuffing a piece of her pancake into his mouth. She gulped down the beverage, threw the cup into a container by the side, and grabbed his hand. "Where're you goin', Belle?" He asked, seeing her walking down the streets aimlessly, entering desolate alleyways, until she found one where no people could be seen passing by. "What's wrong?"

"No, you tell me what is wrong with you." Isabelle demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.

Ethan pursed his lips, sighed and avoided the topic completely. "It's nothin'." Then, he turned around and walked away. However, he stopped as he noticed Isabelle was not walking behind him. He frowned. "Belle?" He called out with an admonishing tone.

"Do not use that tone with me, Ethan, I am not your brother. So, I do not have to follow your orders at the mere change of your tone, or just because you furrow your brows." Isabelle immediately rebuffed him, not in the mood to entertain his fit of pique. Though, she still felt it was not appropriate to tear their faces in public, so she softened her voice a bit. "I will not force you to tell me your problems. I merely want you to know that even if you bottle them up, you have no right to take out your silent frustration on me. That is all."

After saying her piece, Isabelle turned around and walked away in the opposite direction from him. Even if she wanted to avoid a fight, she was still mad. Though, frustrated was more accurate. She knew it! She was aware that it was too soon to establish a firm relationship with any of the brothers. Sure, they wanted her to stay. Sure, they desired her. But that was not enough to form a meaningful bond with them.

Only time would truthfully tell them if things were right or wrong.

Or maybe the brothers needed a big push that could take them out of the mental quagmire they had been waddling for years.

Isabelle only managed to take a few steps before Ethan pulled her arm, turned her around and wrapped her in his embrace. The smell of his sweat mixed with wood filled her nose, somewhat calming her initial struggle to make him let her go.

"I'm sorry." His gentle voice fell right by her ear as his arms tightened the hug.

She stopped trying to get away from him and leveled her vexation. An apology; fine, she could work with that. "What happened?" She softly asked, leaning her head on his chest. Isabelle waited as Ethan remained quiet. If he wanted to play the silent game, then he would soon realize she was a very good player. Stubborn, too.

As the eldest, Ethan had tried for years to shoulder all the responsibility of raising his three brothers, educating them, and preventing them from worrying about other things that was not food. For years, he had no one to share his problems with. But he was starting to comprehend things were changing. Not only in the house, with his brothers, but in his life, too.

If he wanted for Isabelle stay together with them, for the five to truly start a relationship together, then he had to start trusting his partner, Isabelle, and sharing whatever bothered him to look for solutions together.

That was what families did, right?

"The man from before… he's the owner's brother," he began. "Earlier, someone else came to look for me. I thought it was you, but turned out to be 'nother lady who came to confess. I rejected her, but the lady was someone that man had been pursuing for quite some time. After she left, and with the owner out, the man made me do all the heavy work, tellin' me he won't pay me today. I think he really won't pay me after what happened with you. I ain't blaming you. I'm just angry at myself. I promised to have a stable job and income; and right after promisin' it, I fail."

His self-deprecating laugh made her heart constrict in unease. Ethan was just a victim of the circumstances and a petty man with no self-esteem. She would not condone his attitude towards her, yet she understood why he acted that way. Especially when she felt partly responsible. Beauty was a sin whether the person was male or female.

"If he does not pay you, talk to the owner. If the owner is biased, then stopped working there. We are not so destitute that we have to totally depend on the income from that job. You can always look for another one. Do not pressure yourself too much, we all know you are doing your best." Isabelle reasoned. Freeing her hands from between their bodies, she slid them around his torso and hugged him. She even took a step closer to him.

He hummed in reply. She was unsure if he accepted her suggestion, but he still said: "Thank you."

Isabelle nodded. "You are welcome." They remained in that position for a few seconds before she stepped back to break from his embrace, but he only tightened it even more. "Ethan?" She called out, confused at his actions.

He did not reply immediately. She even somehow felt the air between them turning a bit ambiguous. "I saw ya yesterday with Lucas." He hoarsely whispered. Isabelle unconsciously stiffened; her heartbeat quickened, and her body started to heat up. "Belle..." His hot breath caressed her ear. "Isabelle… Can I, too…?" She knew Ethan was not shy to be so tongue-tied. That only meant his stilted words were due to him holding back. She knew because his cock was starting to press on her abdomen.

He wants to… in the middle of the street… This is so kinky!

Uncaring if someone could see them, she nodded. "Yes… Ah!" She barely replied before his mouth was already latching onto her neck, licking, biting and sucking. His hands deftly loosened the strings tying her skirt and slithered inside, hardly groping and pinching her ass. "Nn… Ethan… not so hard..." Isabelle pleaded.

"Shh, just enjoy it and lemme hear your voice." He pacified her as one of his hands went right into her underwear and furiously rubbed her already wet folds. Isabelle let out a sharp moan, then closed her mouth in mortification with a click. What if someone heard? "It's ok. Don't hold it in." He coaxed.

Though, more than coaxing, she was coerced into being loud when two of his fingers went in without further preparation but the meager natural lubricant. It stung her badly while he let out a breathless chuckle when she tightened around his fingers. He gratingly moved inside, making the pain slowly melt into pleasure and forcing her to cling tighter onto him.

"Ah! Mm… Yes… Like that… Keep going." Isabelle pleaded as the squelching sounds of his fingers coming in and out of her wetness resounded in the silent alleyway together with her moans and whimpers. His free hand spread apart one of her butt cheeks to give him more access so his fingers could move more easily and faster.

It feels so good~

"Touch me, Belle." He groaned, rubbing his hard member on her abdomen. Freeing one of her hands, she clumsily undid the knot of his pants. His cock was really hard and leaking and hot, so she instantly started to pump it in abandon. "Yes, yes..." He growled nipping her neck.

His suppressed groans joined her moans as he copied her quick hand movements, both wanting to reach their peak as fast as possible. He was the first to explosively come in her hand, staining not only his clothes, but hers too. She followed him with a powerful tightening of her body and a strangled moan.

It was a wonder nobody heard or saw them with how loud they were.

As Isabelle came down from her bliss, her knees buckled and almost fell to the ground if it was not for Ethan who held her weight. He hoarsely chuckled at the state both ended up in and tenderly kissed her sweating cheek. It had truly been a steaming encounter under the midday sun.

"You ok?" He asked after he made sure she could properly stand. He used his clean hand to brush away the wet locks of hair that escaped the bun she tied her hair in with a fabric headband.

"Yes." Isabelle feebly replied. As she looked down at her sticky hand, she glanced at his flaccid member. "Give me the handkerchief." She told him, showing him the mess in her hand.

Once again that reluctance flashed in his face, but he obediently passed it over. She cleaned the fluids off her hand with the handkerchief under his heartbroken expression. But she did not stop there. Isabelle cheekily took his soft member and cleaned it too. Ignoring his sharp inhale and broken moan, she continued with the white in his shirt and her blouse.

Finally, and as an after-service for his magnificent fingering, Isabelle locked gazes with him to witness his expression as her hand slowly crawled into her underwear and cleaned her wet folds. He did not disappoint as his pupils quivered, his nose flared, and he licked his dry lips. She made sure it was decently cleaned before taking her hand out.

"Here, keep it safe." Isabelle mischievously said, putting the sticky handkerchief full of their fluids in his own sticky hand. He woodenly rubbed his wet fingers in the handkerchief and put it in the inner pocket of his shirt once done. She loudly laughed at his reaction. Standing on her toes, she kissed his lips to take him out of his stupor. "Let us go. We need to go to the market to check things there."

Thinking of how three out of the four brothers seemed to demand a highly physical aspect in their relationship, she realized she had to up her game. She could no longer wait for them to initiate something, she also had to seek them! On her own pace, of course. After all, if she gave it her all from the beginning, then things would turn boring later on.

As she thought of ways to keep the brothers interested, the two made their way to the market.