Story Excerpt

Fanny’s body protested its protracted inactivity, yet her mind knew she had no other recourse. Last evening had been torture, watching Edmund reading quietly as she thought of what he and Harry had done to her. It was all she could do to keep from laughing aloud at the remembered pleasure. He’d kept his countenance, however. Not one person present would have guessed the wild beast he’d become when he’d at last unleashed his passion.

The evening had been interminable. Lady Bantham had dozed in her favorite chair, but not so heavily that Fanny would have dared defection. Julia and Maria had both been home, more’s the pity. They’d played cards over near the back windows as they argued over some slight or other. At least this afternoon they were on their best behavior. Maryanne Crawford was paying a call.

Harry’s sister was so beautiful, much alike in looks to her brother. When she laughed, which was often, Fanny heard Harry. When she tilted her golden head to one side she saw Harry. Funny, but she never saw Edmund in either of his sisters. Perhaps because Maryanne was so vivacious and open, another trait she shared with her brother, and Julia and Maria were so self-involved. That was surely not a trait Edmund laid claim to.

“Fanny Wright, what keeps you so quiet this evening?” Harry’s sister asked.

Fanny looked up to find Maryanne before her, a pointed expression on her face. “Nothing.”

She laughed and settled on the chair beside her. “Every time I have been at the park we’ve never exchanged more than a few words.”

Fanny looked over at her cousins. Julia and Maria seemed engaged in the fashion sheets Maryanne had brought from London and weren’t paying any attention to their corner of the room. She smiled at Maryanne.

“What do you wish to discuss?” she asked.

Maryanne gave her a sly smile. “Oh, just a gentleman of our mutual acquaintance.”

Unease flickered over her. “A gentleman?”

“Your cousin Edmund, of course!” Maryanne said. “He is absent this afternoon.”

“Yes. I suppose he went into the village. Or is out riding.”

“Not at all.” Maryanne leaned back, placing her hands gracefully in her lap. “He is with my brother.”

The image of the two men together naturally brought to mind the pleasures they’d showered on her thirsting body yesterday. “O–Oh?”

“Yes. It seems they have become thick as thieves of late.” Her eyes sparkled so like Harry’s. “It is diverting, as they are of two such different temperaments.”

Fanny nodded before she could stop herself.

“Then you have given notice to it as well!” Maryanne said. “They do both seem to pay you attention, even if those girls do not.”

Julia raised her head. “What do you discuss there with Fanny?” She shared a smile with her sister. “Surely not fashion. Fanny Wright gives no care to that!”

Maria tittered and they returned to their perusal of the sheets. Maryanne waved a hand. “There isn’t much I miss, Fanny. I am quite like my brother in that respect.”

“I don’t know what you are asking me, Miss Crawford.”

“Come. Call me Maryanne. I feel we can be almost like sisters.”

Fanny schooled her expression. Sisters? Surely not because of her involvement with Harry?

“Sisters?” she said, keeping her voice even. “Whyever so?”

Maryanne just looked at her, her head tilted. Well, Fanny would not fill the silence. Surely the sharp young woman would hear what she fought so hard to conceal the whole of her life. Her heart’s yearnings.

“I daresay I cannot catch your character this day.” Maryanne sighed. “You are quite a puzzle.”

“I am nothing, Miss Crawford.”

Maryanne smiled, a bright, genuine expression that once more brought her brother to Fanny’s mind. “Never that, Fanny Wright. Depend upon it.”

With that the girl stood and rejoined Julia and Maria. Fanny kept her eyes downcast, watching her fingers’ telltale trembling. It was too much this afternoon, keeping still while her body was a mass of emotions and sensations. Harry and Edmund were together today? Were they talking about her? About what she’d done with them? Oh, it was too much.

“I must go see to Lady Bantham,” she rushed out.

None but Maryanne Crawford paid her any attention. Keeping her spine straight and her steps even, Fanny left the parlor ostensibly to look for Lady Bantham. She knew the woman was out on the terrace taking the air, snoozing, no doubt. Going out in that direction, Fanny then turned and hurried up the back stairs to her room. Only when she was safely secreted there did she let herself relax.

Maryanne Crawford’s words stabbed into her brain. Like a sister, she’d said. Why? Because of Harry’s attention to Fanny or Maryanne’s interest in Edmund? Either supposition was reason enough to keep herself from the young lady’s company. Surely she would prove as shrewd as her brother and equally as tenacious. Fanny could not bear for her secret to get out, not when she had only just begun to embark on this course with her two men. Yes, it had an inevitable date of conclusion, as sure as the leaves turned in the fall.

“But until then, they are mine,” she vowed to herself.

Adult Excerpt

Harry could scarcely believe what was about to transpire in Fanny’s little chamber. Her eyes were hot on them both, her breath coming fast and her face flushed. She wasn’t the only one affected. He could hardly think with his blood pounding low and thick. As for Edmund? He was fairly trembling with anticipation, the dolt.

Didn’t he realize he could have been indulging in the girl’s amazing favors for years? Ah, but then he himself wouldn’t have had the opportunity to explore every delicious curve of her body. No, by now she’d either be abandoned by Edmund due to his blasted familial obligations or ensconced in a snug vicarage as his wife, bored out of her clever mind.

He made quick work of disrobing, liking the way Fanny’s gaze ran over him with obvious hunger. Edmund was slower, but that suited Harry. He wanted Fanny in his arms directly.

Leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor, he approached her. His cock was throbbing, his balls tight and heavy, as he neared her. “I cannot wait to be inside your cunt again, Fanny.”

He heard Edmund gasp. “Really, Crawford!”

Harry laughed softly. “I believe that is the man’s favorite epithet.”

Fanny stroked her hand down his chest, coming so close to his shaft. Her fingernails raked lightly over his cock and he bit back a moan.

“Edmund will take me this afternoon, Harry,” she said. “You have already indulged in that manner.”

Harry could make no argument as she wrapped her hand around him and began to stroke slowly up and down. “As you wish, dear girl.”

Edmund stepped beside him, his own cock at full attention. He had two spots of color high on his cheeks, but apparently no discomfort or embarrassment would keep him from taking their girl.

“You do want me, don’t you?” she asked Edmund.

He muttered something in reply but Harry wasn’t listening. Fanny reached up to free that magnificent hair of hers. Holding up the mass, she let her loosened dress pool to the floor. Grabbing her to him, he tore at her stays. She laughed now, a throaty sound that nearly made him spill his seed on the plank floor.

“I have to see you again, love,” he said, baring her rosy nipples. “So beautiful.” He fell before her, sucking one nipple deep into his mouth.

“Oh, Harry.” She grasped his head, arching toward him. “Suck me. Oh, harder.”

Edmund reached out a hand to cup her other breast. “My God, you are so soft.”

“Tease me, Edmund,” she said, her eyes closed tight. “Squeeze my breast. Pinch my nipple.”

“Here is the girl I told you about, Edmund,” Harry said, dragging his tongue over her nipple. “Demanding, isn’t she?”

Edmund gave a shiver. “Delightfully so.”

He brought his mouth to her breast as Harry stripped the rest of her underclothes from her body. Leaving her breasts to Edmund’s attentions, he parted her thighs and buried his face in her pussy. “Ah, your scent.”

“Roses,” Edmund murmured, his voice thick. “She smells like roses.”

“Lick me, Harry,” she commanded softly. “I need your tongue inside me.”

The three of them made their way to her bed. Harry turned her to prop one leg up on the mattress as he stabbed his tongue into her cunt. It was hot, sweet, and wet. He absently registered Edmund’s moans of delight as he feasted on her lovely breasts.

“Oh, Edmund, that feels wonderful.” She sighed. “Harry, make me come!”

Harry sucked on her clit, drawing hard on the nub as he stroked his fingers inside of her. She was soaking wet now, mewling in pleasure as she neared her release. In the next instant she climaxed, bucking beneath them as she trembled in ecstasy.

Harry sat back on his heels, his cock throbbing in near pain now. “I’m in a bad way, Fanny.”

She recovered slowly, coming up on her elbows to eye him. She made an amazing picture, her body languid and her pussy glistening. The rosy tint of orgasm colored the smooth skin of her breasts and belly. “Edmund takes me this day, Harry,” she said with a sigh.

He wanted to say no. He wanted to plunge into her but knew they must follow her edict. Truth be told, he’d never let a woman take the lead in the bedchamber. It was surprisingly titillating.

Edmund came over her but she stilled him with one hand on his chest. “I want to taste Harry’s cock first.”

“My God, love,” Harry groaned. “You’re killing me.”

She sat up, tucking her feet beneath her. “Come here, Harry.”

He did so, holding his shaft to keep from exploding. She bent toward him, parting her full lips as she came closer. Her tongue flicked over the head of his cock, tentative yet wonderful. When she began to suck him he let out a moan. “Fanny…”

Her tongue, her teeth, all worked to drive him to madness. He began to come sharp, hot spurts deep into her sweet mouth. He nearly fell to his knees with the power of his release.

 “Your taste, Harry.” She smiled up at him. “I like it.”

He shivered as she gave his beleaguered cock one last lick. “Th–thank you.”

“I want you now, Fanny,” Edmund said.

She rolled onto her back, her lovely legs spread. “Then take me, Edmund.”

Harry felt a flicker of anticipation as Edmund moved to cover her.