The Hot Sextuplets

Soft and Tender

The moment he stepped into the mansion, a frown carved its way onto his lips as he came face to face with his brother Dominic, who was standing, leaning against the walls of the corridor with a mug of pure black coffee in his hand. a small smirk plastered itself on Dominic's lips as he watched Dean walk into the mansion with clear hesitation and annoyance boiling his veins.

"When you said an employee, I thought that maybe it was your secretary, Mr Pine," Dominic said, and took another sip of his coffee before leaning from the wall as his eyes gazed down at the woman Dean was carrying as he walked past him. "I didn't expect it to be a woman."

"She's still my employee, now, if you wouldn't mind, stop following me." Dean sighed out as he stopped when he noticed Dominic following right behind him, with his eyes still dropped down to the woman he was carrying.

"we just happened to be heading in the same direction. I'm going to my room." Dominic claimed as he pointed up towards the stairs, getting Dean to furrow his brows and nod his head before heading towards the corridor right underneath the stairs, carrying her towards one of the guest bedrooms.

Dominic stopped at the flight of stairs leading to the main bedrooms and watched his brother walk towards one of the guest rooms, taking a mental note of the room he was planning on leaving her in. He watched a moment longer until Dean finally picked a room, getting him to smirk before continuing up the flight of stairs and towards his bedroom, unmindful of the fact that Dean noticed him simply standing there from the corner of his eye and switched rooms the instant he heard him leave.

He didn't know why Dominic was so curious about the woman he had brought home. However, for whatever reason, Dean didn't want him close to her, and he was going to try to get her up early and take her to her place, away from his brothers.

Not that his brothers would touch her inappropriately without her consent. No, but he just didn't like his brothers meddling with anything linked to his private life and his business. They all agreed to act as strangers when it came to each other's careers. That way, they did not rely on each other when things turned south in their own territories so that they could learn to build themselves back up after crumbling.

But more importantly, it prevented the more playful brothers of the sextuplets from flirting with other employees that belonged to the others.

Dean sighed out as he finally layed her down on the bed and gently wrapped the blanket around her as the doctor, who had spotted him a while back in the living room, stepped into the room with his black leather bag hanging from his shoulders.

"her shirt is a bit too drenched to keep it on her, she'll begin to feel cold if it's not taken care of." the doctor explained as he opened his bag and began to pull out a few items from his bag, laying them on a desk by the window. "I would suggest you replace it with dry clothing."

Dean froze at the doctor's words as he stared down at the woman, almost unable to breathe as his lungs began to tighten at the mere thought of undressing a woman. He was a twenty-six year old man, but as odd as it might sound for the highest ranked attractive sextuplet, tied up with Dominic, he never touched a woman's skin if it wasn't in her hand.

"I can do it, if you don't want to." Dominic's voice rang into his ear, getting him to grit his teeth when he thought he had gotten rid of him already.

"No thanks." Dean shook his head in denial as Dominic walked towards him while dangling a shirt on his index finger. "I saw her shirt earlier and thought she'd need a shirt. I took one of mine she could borrow, since you are strict on touching your things, not that there is anything for her to wear in what you call a closet. There is almost nothing in there except office T-shirts."

"I don't see a reason for having a full closet, that's all," Dean said as he glared down at the shirt he was holding out for him to take. Dean reluctantly took the shirt from him and sighed as he glanced back down at the woman, then down to her chest.

"If you are too nervous, I can really do it for you." Dominic explained as he sat down on the bed and crossed his arms to his chest. "I've never really touched a woman without her permission, but I'll be willing to keep her from dying of hyperthermia."

"I am not nervous, but I don't want you watching," Dean pointed out as he glanced at Dominic, who raised a brow. "She wouldn't appreciate a man watching another man change her shirt. "It would be indecent."

"I respect that." Dominic nodded his head and stood from the bed before walking towards the door where he stopped and turned to meet his brother's gaze. "i have work in the morning. i'll be heading to bed. you should also get some rest once you are through."

Dean simply nodded his head as he clenched the skirt in his hands while staring down at the woman, knowing there would be a lot she would be thinking the instant she woke up and discovered she had been changed. But for her health, he needed to do it.

when the door clicked shut behind him, he sighed out shakily as he reached his hand down to her shirt, carefully unbuttoning it, revealing more caramel skin with the more buttons he loosened.

Underneath the fabric, soft round breasts remained bound by a soaked white bra, notifying him that his job was far from finished and the bra needed to be removed from the looks of it.

Dean continued down the shirt and finally untucked it from her skirt and gently pulled it off of her shoulders, careful enough not to bed her shoulders a little too much. He now turned his attention to the bra and clenched his jaw as his eyes couldn't help but fall on her large breasts, wondering what size they actually were without the bra holding them back.

The doctor watched curiously from where he was, a bit surprised he was witnessing the great Dean Devon hesitate at undressing a woman when he wouldn't hesitate risking millions of dollars on a risky business plan.

without wasting anymore time, Dean reached down to her head and lifted it with one hand, lifting her back from the bed and quickly freed the bra before lying her back down on the bed with the loose bra still shielding her chest. He then clenched his jaw and pulled the bra off easily as he tried not to look at her, since it would be uncharacteristic of him.

his attempt to look away was fatal as his eyes remained glued at her bare chest and full breasts that almost wanted to pour right off and onto the bed. breasts so soft that it mesmerized him for a moment before he quickly realized he needed to cover her up with the doctor still staring at him in curiosity.

He cleared his throat and gently pulled the shirt over her head, making sure to lift different parts of her upper body to get the shirt through. When he had finally finished his never ending task, the doctor sighed out in relief and took the equipment on the stool beside the bed as Dean stepped away.

"You should go get some rest sir. I can work from here alone." the doctor said, but Dean almost didn't want to leave an unconscious woman with a man he only knew as his doctor.

It wasn't as though he didn't trust his own doctor, but it was the fact he didn't trust him fully that didn't sit well with him. So he simply shook his head in denial and took a seat on a small armchair by the window to wait until he was done with the treatment before going to bed, when he was sure she was alone in the room.