During Thanksgiving break, Nate and Pat took the four younger boys to Nate's younger brother's house, leaving Nash and me alone. I don't mean that type of alone. There was no way I was ready to be "alone" with him, if you know what I mean.

We watched a movie and lay on the couch, snuggled under a blanket. Nash was lying behind me as we laid on our sides. As we watched the film, he gave me soft kisses on my neck. I turned to face him, and we started to kiss. He moved his hand until he undid my pants, then slid his hand into them and inside my panties.

Things got intense as he found his way between my legs. Then he hit a particular spot, and my breathing hitched. My body moved with his hand as we kissed. Before I knew it, he inserted a finger inside of me. I let out a small moan against his lips. He applied a little pressure with his thumb as he continued.

As my body picked up movement, so did his hand until I grasped his shirt, feeling something happened, and then it did. I let out a groan as my body twitched against his side. I closed my eyes as I laid there, gasping, coming down from this weird high.

I opened an eye, and he waved at me, smiling.

"What was that?"

"That, my dear Mags, was your first orgasm."

"Are you serious?"

"Yep."

"Whoa."

He kissed me, then looked at me. "Don't worry. I know you're not ready to take the next step."

"It doesn't bother you, does it?"

"No. Why?"

"Well, most guys are in a rush. I mean, all my friends have."

"Well, everyone is different and goes at their own pace."

"So, does it hurt?"

"The first time does for the girl, not so much for the guy. I can tell you it's rough when we first breakthrough because most girls are not used to us, and they're tight."

I sat up and looked at him. "What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. I didn't know how to talk to him about this, and I had so many questions.

"Mags, what do you want to know?"

"How did you know?"

"Because I can read your face. Ask me anything."

I had to think about it for a minute. "How many women have you been with?"

He held up his hand and wiggled his fingers.

"Five?"

"Uh, huh."

"How old were you when you had your first time?"

"I was fourteen. I was messing around with this girl, and it happened. It didn't thrill her dad since she was thirteen. I dated the next girl during sophomore year briefly. The third girl was Sarah. Then the last two girls I met in Europe. European girls differ from American girls, but it wasn't for me."

I looked at him and sighed.

"What?"

"I'm afraid that when it happens, I'll disappoint you."

He reached up and pulled my chin to face him. "Hey, look at me. When it happens, it's because we love each other and want to share something special. Mags, sex is an intimate, private act shared between two people. For me, it is, at least. Trust me. I don't discuss it with anyone, not even my brothers."

That made me feel a little better. That's the last thing I needed was for Nash's brothers to find out.

"Anything else?"

"Can I see it?"

"See what?"

"You know, it." I pointed to his lap.

"You want to see my member?"

"Well, yeah."

"Okay." He pulled the blanket down and undid his pants, pulling his manhood out of his pants. My eyes got big. Holy hell, it was big. Not only big, but it was long and thick. He hurried and put it away, then buttoned his pants. "Satisfied?"

"Um, yeah." I turned three shades of red. Oh, dear God. There would come the point when Nash would put that inside of me, and let's hope I'm comatose when it happens.

The rest of the night, we watched movies. After Nash's little show and tell, he could tell I wasn't comfortable doing anything else. In time but tonight was not it.

The next day, four obnoxious brothers awoke us.

"And what were you two doing last night, hmm?" Nathan asked us.

"Sleeping," Nash mumbled as he rubbed his eyes.

"Yeah, sure, you were," Noah added.

"Was someone playing doctor? Did you ask him to bend over and cough?" Nixon asked me with a smirk.

"No, we were not playing doctor, and no, I didn't ask him to bend over and cough," I said, rolling my eyes.

"How was Uncle Cayson's?" Nash asked his brothers.

"Rough. I swear the triplets get worse each year," Nixon answered.

"Nix's mad because they sprayed cheese all over his face while he slept." Noah grinned.

"I swear one of these days I'll beat their asses," Nixon grumbled.

"The triplets?" I asked.

Nash propped himself up. "Uncle Jonas has Jace, who is my age, and Jamie, who is Nixon's age. Uncle Cayson, our dad's baby brother, has triplet boys, Carson, Cody, and Caleb, who are the same age as the twins. The triplets are crazy."

"How crazy?" I asked.

"Don't get caught alone with them," he said. That was some kind of crazy. From the sounds of it, the triplets were nuts. I would meet them soon enough.

"Where's Ma and Dad?" Nash looked at his brothers.

"In the kitchen. Ma and Dad figure we would give you enough shit for the both of them." Nixon smirked.

"Well, tell them not to worry. We did nothing that would cause Mags to get knocked up," he said. Right about now, I wanted to hide under the covers when he said that. I don't know if I should worry or not.

We got off the couch and went into the kitchen.

"Everything still intact?" Nate asked.

I looked at Nash as the others snickered.

"Yes, Dad, everything is still intact," he admitted with an eye roll.

"Just checking," he said, making a cup of coffee.

Nash leaned down and whispered, "And therefore, I'll get a hotel room when it happens."

I didn't turn pink but a tomato when he said that.

"I'm so glad we don't go see your brother often," Pat said.

"Cayson isn't bad," Nate said.

"No, but his boys are something else," she replied while making a cup of coffee.

"What happened?" I asked them. "From everything I'm hearing, it sounds like they're the devil spawn themselves." That caused everyone to laugh.

"Something like that," Nate said.

"Well, they sprayed Nixon's face with canned cheese. They took the twin's clothes, leaving them naked. And Nolan, we won't go there," Pat recounted the events of their stay at Cayson's.

"Yes, please don't," Nolan said, shifting in his spot.

I don't think I want to know what they did to poor Nolan. From the looks of it, it had something to do with his underwear.

Yep, I'm not sure I wanted to meet the triplets, aka the devil spawn of Cayson Gray.