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Subject: {Amberle} New Story "The Fantasy of Three" 3/? (MF, cons)
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The Fantasy of Three
Part Three
I couldn't look at Anthony at all. He sat across from me at the
breakfast table--Jake was to my left--and I could feel the blush
starting at my chest and working its way up my face. I knew Jake could
sense my nervous embarrassment, and when he grinned at me, I kicked him
under the table.
"Ow!" he winced. Anthony looked up from his bowl of cereal, and cocked
an eyebrow.
Jake shrugged. "Gwen just kicked me under the table."
I closed my eyes in mortification. When I opened them, Anthony was
studying me from across the table. He looked sexy this morning, his
t-shirt a bright white and his jeans hugging his beautiful ass. I'd
never let myself really look at him before; talking to Jake about
having sex with his brother had opened a floodgate of attraction within
me. To tell the truth, I was scared. My feelings for Jake had always
been strong, but now he had given me permission to explore my feelings
for his brother, Anthony.
"Why did Gwen kick you under the table?" Anthony's voice matched
Jake's, a sort of gentle teasing. This morning, I could almost swear
that they were both flirting with me.
I opened my eyes to glare at Jake, daring him to say anything. I should
have known better.
"Well, it seems Gwen has been keeping things to herself. Important
things," Jake said, leaning back in his chair. He didn't have a shirt
on, and my eyes followed the narrow line of dark hair that ran down from
his chest to disappear in his jeans. I swallowed hard, wishing I could
just get up from the table and walk out. Yeah, right. I could feel my
nipples tightening against the fabric of t-shirt.
"What's that?" Anthony asked.
Jake was watching me, and I knew he could read the small signs of my
arousal.
"Gwen thinks you are....the cat's pajamas," Jake said with a grin. He
folded his arms across his chest and tipped back further in his chair.
I was growing tired of Jake's game. Catching the leg of his chair with
my foot, I gave it a tiny nudge. Not enough to send him flying
backward, but enough to make him jump. He dropped the chair back on all
four legs.
"The cat's pajamas?" Anthony looked from Jake to me. I could feel him
trying to read the undercurrents of the conversation. He looked
thoughtful. Anthony rarely looks serious and thoughtful.
Suddenly, it was too much. I pushed away from the table and grabbed my
cereal bowl. "Kiss my ass, Jake," I said as I stalked to the kitchen
sink. I didn't care that both Jake and I knew I was running away.
It was Anthony who came after me, about an hour later. I was on my
knees planting salvia in the backyard, and up to my elbows in potting
soil. I could feel the sweat running down between my breasts.
"Gwen." He stood just behind me.
"Anthony." I didn't look up.
"Jake says you are hiding," he said, and I could hear the smile in his
voice. "I didn't know you hid."
I tried to sound unconcerned. "Jake is an asshole."
"Yeah, but you love him."
I shrugged. "Yes, damn his eyes." I had a itch on my nose, so I sat
back and pulled off my gardening gloves to scratch it. Anthony sat down
on the grass next to me, and with Anthony-like abandon, lay back and
closed his eyes and spread his arms out to the side. "You have
beautiful eyelashes," I said, then felt myself blush. Dammit.
He grinned. "Mmm."
After a few moments of silence, Anthony spoke. "He said some other
things, too."
I couldn't take my eyes away from his beautifully muscular and tanned
arms, the way he filled out his t-shirt, the strength of his legs.
"What did he say?" I asked, my voice breathless.
He opened one eye, and looked at me. "He said you fantasized about me."
With a mortified whimper, I fell back and covered my face with my hands.
"I'm going to dig myself a hole with that little spade right there and
crawl into it," I said.
Anthony laughed, and I could feel him sit up. He came over to lean over
me, though I left my hands over my eyes. I didn't need to look. I
could smell his male heat.
His voice was low and deep and pooled in my stomach. "I like that you
fantasize about me," he said, leaning in so close I could feel a whisper
of his breath on my cheek. "Jake likes it, too."
I shifted, restless on the ground. Anthony's hands circled my wrists,
and he pulled my arms away from my face. He held my arms down against
the cool grass.
"Open your eyes," he whispered.
"This is wrong," I whispered back, but what I wanted more than anything
in the world was for him to slide his heavy weight across my body and
settle between my thighs. No--there was more. I wanted, needed, Jake
to be watching, to be holding me, to be part of it.
I tried to open my eyes but the sun was shining too brightly and I had
to shut them again. Sensations were heightened unbearably. I felt
Anthony shift, and he took both of my wrists in one hand and held them
down on the ground above my head. I was stretched out on the ground for
him, my t-shirt riding up my belly and my cut-offs leaving little to the
imagination.
"You are beautiful," he said, his lips down near my ear. "I've always
thought Jake was a lucky son of a bitch."
His free hand slid down my thigh to my knee. I couldn't help my knees
clenching together for a moment; it was a reflex. I hadn't let another
man touch me in the two years Jake and I had been dating. But it was
crazy and strange--Anthony's touch was somehow both Jake and not-Jake.
Exciting. Scary. When his large warm hand moved over my knee, he
murmured softly. "open up for me, baby." I couldn't not listen to that
voice; it was the voice of my fantasies. With a moan, I opened my
knees for him.
"That's it," he said. His hand moved to the inside of my thigh and he
pressed my legs open even more.
I could feel myself soaking my panties, could feel my flesh getting hot
and swollen and ready for penetration. I moaned softly, and arched my
back, my aching breasts needing to be stroked.
"God, you are so sexy," he said, wonder in his voice.
"I've thought of this--" I gasped out.
He pushed his hand under my ass, pressing his wrist against my crotch,
and lifted me. Helplessly, I allowed him to lift me up and then down,
my hips simulating the thrusting of sex, the push and pull of
penetration and retreat. I gasped at how erotic the simulation was,
knowing he was watching me.
His voice was gravelly. "I can smell you."
My whole body felt empty, wanting him inside of me. Needing his cock.
He seemed to sense my need, because his fingers came up to push inside
my shorts. Realizing quickly that my shorts were short enough for him
to reach everything he wanted to, he snuck his finger past my panties
and slid it across my soaking wet cunt. It took him a second, but he
found my clit with the tip of one finger.
"Ohhh--" My back arched off the ground and I could hear him laugh, low
and delighted.
"Damn, you are as hot as I imagined. As hot as Jake said you were."
The mention of Jake's name and the feel of Anthony's finger circling and
pressing on my clit sent me into orgasm. I heard myself cry out, felt
the wash of sensation as my cunt convulsed. He milked the orgasm for a
few seconds, then just pressed his fingers to my quivering sex.
When I had my breath back, I tried opening my eyes again. I needed to
see Anthony's face. He was leaning over me, his head blocking the
bright sunlight.
"You are sexy when you cum," he said.
Unbelievable after what we'd just done, but at his words, I blushed.
"Oh, God, did I just?--"
He laughed. "Yes. You did."
I closed my eyes, and said "I want you both."
Anthony let go of my hands and sat back. "It can be arranged," he said.
His smile was beautiful.
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