Message-ID: <20665eli$9903200426@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "Amberle Three Rivers" Subject: {Amberle} New Story "The Fantasy of Three" 3/? (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: <19990319144525.7105.qmail@hotmail.com> 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 for my permission. 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 on the newsgroup. {{Amberle of the Three Rivers}} *********************************************************************** 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. **************************************** Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----