Message-ID: <20475eli$9903110425@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Amberle Three Rivers" Subject: {Amberle}New Story--"Fantasy of Three" 1/? (MF, cons) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19990311060508.5593.qmail@hotmail.com> (Eli--I don't know if this sent the first time. If this is a repeat message, I apologize for that. Thanks for your patience!) If you are underage, or if sexually explicit material offends you, stop reading now. The story is a work of fiction; that means it is *made up.* Also--the story is mine. Should you wish to post it somewhere else, you must first ask me permission. Okay--this is my first attempt at "pure" erotica. I envision at least two more parts to this story--provided the feedback is encouraging of further effort. I welcome comments and would appreciate knowing if there is anything here you like. Email me at Amberle_3Rivers@hotmail.com, as I do not know if I will see your comments the newsgroup. {{Amberle of the Three Rivers}} ***************************************************************************** Jake caught me one day, watching his brother. If anyone had accused me of lusting after my boyfriend's brother, I would have denied it to my last, gasping breath.....but I'd been caught, and both Jake and I knew it. The three of us were in the backyard, and Jake was grilling burgers. Anthony, Jake's brother, stood next to me, telling me stories of his recent trip to South America. Anthony was always travelling. He'd go off on wild trips, then come and stay with Jake and I for a few days. He always managed to bring back incredible stories. Now, he gestured so wildly that beer sloshed out of the can in his hand. He'd always been able to make me laugh, sure, but I didn't acknowledge my attraction to him until that day. I love Jake. Love him more than I thought I could ever love a man. Loved him with my soul *and* my body. And Jake knew it. His brother Anthony is two years younger. Jake is the brooding older son; Anthony the carefree, wandering one. They are both tall and broad shouldered, though Anthony is a bit heavier than Jake. Anthony's eyes are a deep and brilliant blue; Jake's eyes have more of a touch of green to the blue. So we stood there, drinking beer and watching Jake burn our hamburgers when I realized that was completely fascinated by the way Anthony's hair kept falling across his eyes, the way he hung his thumb on his jean's pocket when he was relaxed, the way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. It was at the moment I began to wonder what his mouth tasted like that I looked over at Jake, and knew that he'd read the sex thoughts in my head. I blushed violently and stammered something about getting another beer (though the one in my hand was full) and made a hasty exit. I carefully repressed the moment, until late that night, when Jake brought it up. He was inside of me at the time. His hips were poised just at the point of thrusting when he murmured in my ear "you were getting all hot and bothered today, weren't you?" I tried to act innocent, even as I was gasping and trying to pull his hips harder against me. "What....are....you talking....about?" "My brother," he said, punctuating each word with a tiny, infuriatingly shallow thrust. "You were mentally undressing Anthony today." All I could think about was coming, was feeling him come inside of me. I moaned and tried to wrap my legs around his hips. "Admit it, Gwen," he whispered. "Say it." He slid completely out of me, and I whimpered. "Jake!" I moaned, desperate for him, arching my back. "Say it." I couldn't stop myself. I said it. "Yes." He slid just the head of his cock inside of me, the pressure delicious, but nowhere near enough. Damn his eyes. "Say 'Jake, I want to fuck your brother.'" His voice was relentless. "Dammit, Jake, fuck me!!" I hate to beg, and I hate it when he makes me beg. But, damn him, thoughts of Anthony, and Anthony's beautiful shoulders and sexy hands, were turning me on even more. What if....what if..... "Say it!" His cock pushed in just a fraction more, the sweet heat of him overwhelming and frustrating at the same time. I hung just on the edge of orgasm, desperately straining to reach that moment of blessed release. I could feel my heart beating in my chest. Jake's face was fierce, his teeth gritted as he, too, fought the need to thrust. The muscles of his arms bulged as he held himself away. "Jake--" He pulled out a bit, and the emptiness was too much. With a shuddering breath, I gave in to the desire--for Jake, and for his brother. "I want to fuck your brother," I moaned, helpless. The look of triumph in his eyes made me gasp. With a violent surge, he plunged into me. His cock thrust home, and my cunt convulsed at the relief. I wrapped my legs around his thighs and pushed my hips up to meet his, opening myself up for his penetration. I cried out as I came, my body absorbing his energy, his violence, his desperate need. He grunted as he came, dropping his forehead to my shoulder, and I knew he was watching his cock slide inside of me I grabbed hold of his tight ass, and tried to pull him deeper inside. As our breathing slowed, I felt him kiss my collarbone. He shifted his weight off of me, but kept his arm and leg thrown over my body. His stubble was sexy and just a bit dangerous as he nuzzled my neck. I lay there, tiny aftershocks from my orgasm still pulsing deep inside, and wondered what we'd done. We'd crossed a line tonight, and I didn't think there'd be any going back. Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----