The Sextet - Sharing [The Sextet Anthology, Volume 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

you many times where and how I’d loved you.” Connor paused and

seemed to gather his thoughts. “That night, we knew we had a

problem that was similar to yours—I wasn’t willing to give you up,

and neither was Dev.” He caressed Anna’s cheek with the tip of his

finger. “But all the arguments and wrestling eventually came to an

end and we finally came to an important, necessary, and mutual

decision. Dev and I decided that you never had to make a choice

unless that was what you wanted to do. As you can see, sharing is the

perfect answer.”

Sharing? How can that be the perfect answer?
Puzzled by all that Connor’s words might really mean, Anna quickly stepped back from

his arms, but when she looked at him, she lifted her hands from her

breasts and touched his shirt. “Oh, no, Connor, look! Your clothes are

now almost as wet as mine.”

“I have an easy solution for that,” Connor said, laughing as he

removed his shirt and tossed it onto the pile of Anna’s wet clothes.

Turning her around, he untied the tapes on her corset and unlaced

them until the garment fell to the floor, leaving Anna’s breasts barely

covered by her delicate and torn batiste chemise.

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Lifting the large pitcher on the washstand, Connor filled the basin

on the table with water, selected a linen towel from the rack, and

dipped the corner in the water. “I imagine cider would taste wonderful

if Devon and I could lick it off your body, but it’s quite sticky and would probably ruin the bed linens.” He smiled while passing the

damp cloth over her skin.

“It looks as though I’m now the one who is a little overdressed for

this happy occasion,” Devon said, quickly added his vest and shirt to

the wet heap of clothes on the floor. “There, that’s much better. Now

we are truly one for all, all for one.”

“What…what are you both doing?” Anna retreated a step. “I don’t

understand. What…?”

“It’s all about sharin’ the love, darlin’,” Devon answered. “It’s all

about the three of us.”

Connor turned her around to face him. When Anna opened her

mouth to speak, she couldn’t find the right words to say. When they

finally came, she could only stutter. “Do you mean sha–aring like we

di–did before I left…Dev and me…and…then you and I would be

together at another time?”

Connor shook his head. “No, no, love, although once in a while

there may be times like that, but our new kind of sharing is something

very different than before. Dev and I mean
all
three of us
together
and sharing.”

“Do you
really
mean three…” She trembled as she quickly looked

over her shoulder at the wide tester bed on the other side of the room,

“to–together?”

“Yes, beloved. Together,” Connor replied, holding up his hand

with only his index, middle, and ring fingers showing, all closely held

together. “The three of us in every sense of the word, but only if you

agree. The solution to our unusual dilemma is totally up to you and

can easily be solved by a simple ‘yes’ or ‘no.’”

The truth was now very clear—the absence of her family, the

unlocked front door of the house, the fresh linens she’d noted on the

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bed that she hadn’t slept in for three years, the basin and filled water

pitcher on the washstand, the bar of soap, and the wash and drying

cloths on the rack.
The O’Donnell twins have been in the house and

very busy preparing all of this before I arrived.

Anna lowered her gaze until all she could see was Connor’s bare

chest. Her eyes continued downward, following the tantalizing narrow

trail of dark hairs from his navel until it disappeared behind his belt

and into his breeches. When she encountered the large bulge pressing

against the buttoned placket, she knew there was only one answer she

could give, only one answer she wanted to give.

Unable to deny herself any longer, she reached out, cupped

Connor’s cock in her hand, and slowly rubbed it through his breeches.

She knew her response would seal her fate, fulfill her dreams, and

probably create more problems than the three of them could

imagine—but none of it mattered, because none of them would ever

have any regrets.

She watched, her pulse beginning to race, as Connor quickly

released his penis from his breeches, and just as quickly, Anna closed

her fingers around him. She loved the sensation of holding his cock in

her hand. She reveled in the strong throbs she felt and the small

twitches his penis made when she moved her fingers. But there were

two cocks in the room, both of them very beautiful and both of them

very hard and willing to please and be pleased. Reaching behind her

for Devon, she tugged on his arm until he stood beside her. Without

hesitating a moment, she unbuckled Devon’s belt, slid her hand down

inside his pants, grasped his cock, and stroked it until he was as hard

as his brother.

Standing on tiptoe she kissed each twin, savoring their mouths and

distinct tastes,
Perhaps the Fates have been much kinder than I

deserve, but I definitely won’t reject their generosity.
Her hands never leaving her lovers’ stiff and eager treasures, Anna smiled and said the

words that would lead them all to exquisite bliss. “
Tous pour un, un

pour tous
.”

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Chapter 5

Nervous, but not willing to give a second thought to her decision,

Anna patiently waited for Devon and Connor’s reaction. Her wait was

very short.

Two pairs of arms embraced her, four hands tenderly caressed her

skin, and two mouths kissed her neck and her lips. Fingers gently

pulled the hairpins out of her chignon and allowed her hair to fall

freely to her waist. Four hands raised her chemise over her head and

tossed it aside. Two hands cradled each breast while avid mouths

suckled each of her nipples. Two pairs of hands helped her remove

her pantaloons, leaving her naked except for her black silk stockings

that were tied with red garters above her knees, and her Spanish

leather riding boots on her feet.

The room was silent except for the sound of a delight-filled moan

or two and the rustle of clothing being discarded. Not a word was

shared between the three of them, but every touch, every caress spoke

a very special language and sent a very special message.

Connor pressed his hand against Anna’s thigh, urging her to

spread her legs further apart. Closing her eyes, she surrendered and

immediately received her reward. Both Connor and Devon touched

her lips with the tips of their index and middle fingers then slowly

drew them straight down over her chin and neck, through the valley

between her breasts, pausing for a moment to tease her nipples until

they puckered into tight, excited buds. As if moving with practiced

precision, their caresses continued lower to explore Anna’s belly, then

even lower to the curls that sheltered her pussy.

Devon’s fingers gently spread apart the damp petals of Anna’s

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cunny, exposing and caressing the swollen, sensitive jewel of flesh

hidden at the top. Sliding his hand lower, he eased first one finger and

then another inside her moist sheath. A bliss-filled sigh slipped from

Anna’s lips as Connor joined the sensuous exploration. Together the

brothers teased Anna’s tender channel, their fingers filling her,

stroking her, creating delightful friction, suffusing her with heat and such an exquisite fervor that she cried out, desperate for the ultimate

delight.

“Damn, Anna,” Devon rasped. “My cock is so hard it feels like a

steel rod in my pants.” Removing his hand from between Anna’s

thighs, he stepped back, raised his hand, breathed in her scent, and

then eagerly licked her wet essence from his fingers. “Your fragrance

and taste are as sweet and delicious as clover honey.” He fondled her

pussy again and licked his fingers a second time. “I’ll always be

hungry for you and will never be satisfied.” Stepping back, he quickly

pulled off his tall boots, gazing at her exposed pussy the whole time.

“You are so beautiful, I’ll never tire of looking at you. I want to stare at your beautiful body, touch your soft skin, and bury my face

between your breasts and legs. I want to lick, taste, and explore every

inch of you. I want to fuck you and watch Con fuck you until we all

lose our minds.”

Connor’s hand cupped Anna’s mons as he kissed her cheek. “Do

you see how eager we both are to love you, today, tomorrow, and

forever?”

Impatient to give her body to both of the O’Donnell twins and

receive double the pleasure in return, Anna’s hands trembled as she

bent over and began to untie the red garter on her right leg.

Connor immediately stilled her hand. “No, don’t. Please don’t

take off your stockings just yet, darling. It’s all right to send a man off to war, but hell, society says it’s improper for him to see a woman’s

ankle. Can you imagine what looking at a woman who is naked and

wearing nothing but her stockings would do to him?” Connor

chuckled. “I can damn well show you.” He quickly stepped behind

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her, encircled her body with his arms, cupped her breasts in his hands

and rubbed the pads of his thumbs across her nipples. When he pulled

her back against him and slightly tipped her forward, his erection

probed the cleft between the bare cheeks of her buttocks. “This is

what you do to me. Can you feel how hard I am?” Connor rubbed

against her. “Can you feel how much I want you? And, I’ll wager that

Devon is still sporting a randy cock, too.” He nudged her pussy with

the head of his penis. “Can you feel how impatient I am to be deep

inside you? Even here,” he said, drawing back just a little until he

could push his cock against the tightly closed little rosette that lay just behind her cunny.

Anna drew a sharp breath as a new and thrilling sensation rushed

through her body, awaking desires she had never imagined before.

Surely he doesn’t mean…I find it even difficult to pose the question in
my mind. Stop being such a coward—just ask him.
“Do you mean…”

Her breath stuck in her throat and her words were silenced when he

pushed his cock against her buttocks again. This time her response

was immediate, a natural reflex that urged her to push back against

Connor’s throbbing cock. She whimpered with delight as her pussy

began quivering with little spasms, adding to the wonderful,

shameless fever that already filled her body. There was no need for

her to try to ask the question again—his meaning was very clear and

very exciting. Once again her pussy responded, drenching her inner

thighs with a flood of her juices.

“Yes, sweet love, there are many wonderful ways for all three of

us to make love together,” Connor said, tracing over the curve of her

buttocks with his hand. He reached between her legs, moistened his

middle finger in her pussy then drew his hand back an inch or so until

he touched her anus and slowly slipped the tip of his finger into the

tight opening. “Relax,” he whispered. “Relax, sweetlin’, I’m not

going to hurt you.” After waiting a moment or two, he slid the rest of

his finger into her and then slowly eased it in and out of her a few

times.

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Anna couldn’t hold back the sharp gasp that slid from her throat

as she began to tremble.
I had expected pain, and instead I’m

receiving unbelievable pleasure. But this is just his finger…his cock is
so big!
She cast a quick glance at Devon
. So is his.
She tried to act calm, hoping Connor wouldn’t see through her façade as his intimate

caresses continued. “I’d heard talk among my
bon amis
when I was in Paris of making love that…way…with one or more lovers,” Anna

said as she gave herself over to the new and thrilling sensations.

“But…but I never…never…I don’t know…” Anna stammered, her

excitement tinged with worry.

“Hush, Anna, hush. When the time is right—what may happen

will happen, and we’ll all learn together.” He slowly slid his finger

out of her and lightly nudged her again with his cock. “For now, don’t

worry about anything. Look at Devon, darling. Watch Devon, watch

him.”

Although Connor’s new way of touching her and his proposal had

excited her, given her new, thrilling sensations, Anna couldn’t drag

her gaze away from Devon as he slowly opened each button down the

front of his breeches. She watched mesmerized, the anticipation

almost unbearable. Finally, one more button remained to be opened,

and when at last it was unfastened, Devon’s cock sprang out through

the opened placket, bounced, and then stood out straight from his

body, long, thick, and hard. A soft cry of delight fled her lips and she