No True Pair

Title: Sharing Jasmine
Author/Artist: jessara40k
Fandom: Original
Pairing/characters: Antoinette/Jasmine/Armand
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: possibly hints of brother/sister incest
Prompt/challenge you're answering: 8 and 1: double penetration

Jasmine was trembling as Antoinette brushed out her hair, and she pushed the red-brown sweep of it to one side to kiss her neck as she hugged her from behind.

“You can still stop this you know. Just tell me, tell us, you’ve changed your mind, and we’ll stop.” But this didn’t seem to soothe her; Jasmine simply began trembling even harder in Antoinette’s arms. “What’s wrong? Am I pushing too hard, or confusing you?”

“Ah...yes, you are confusing me a bit. I thought you wanted to share me with your brother.”

“And now it sounds as if I don’t.” Antoinette let go of Jasmine and turned her around to face her. “Jasmine, yes, I would enjoy sharing you with my brother, and it sounded as if you liked the idea too when I suggested it, but you seem nervous, and I wanted you to understand that if you decide the idea scares you then you can back out, and I won’t be angry.”

“Would Armand be angry though? And...I do like the idea; I just don’t know how well I can please the two of you at once.”

“Even if Armand was angry - which he won’t be - he wouldn’t have any power to hurt you.” Antoinette pulled Jasmine into another embrace, kissing the top of her bowed head. “As to pleasing us both at once, don’t worry about it. We both know that sex isn’t always something spectacular, and all you need to worry about is following my directions, I promise.”

“Your brother won’t want to be in control then?” Jasmine sounded puzzled as she pulled back in Antoinette’s arms just enough to look up at her, with a sweetly anxious frown on her face.

“You belong to me, so I’m the one who decides what’s going to happen here. He understands that and accepts it.” Or they wouldn’t be doing this, although, from what little gossip about it that she’d heard Antoinette had a sneaking suspicion that Armand was incline to follow his lover’s lead in bed anyway.

“Yes Antoinette. I’m sorry, I should have realised that.” And now Jasmine was upset again, bowing her head, and apologising over nothing.

“I’m possessive yes, but you haven’t been with me for long enough that I can expect you to predict much of my actions.” Just over two months. “You have nothing to apologise for. I wish you were more confident in my desire to protect you, but that takes trust, and I know it will take more time before I have your complete trust.” Antoinette laughed ruefully, fully aware of the other reason she’d decided to take Armand’s hints as a request to share Jasmine, rather than borrow her.

“I...thank you for being so indulgent.” Jasmine dropped to her knees as she spoke, reaching up to rest one hand on Antoinette’s hip. “Might I taste you now, instead of later?”

“Yes, get me ready the way we talked about.” Antoinette stroked Jasmine’s hair as the girl unfastened her robe and pushed it open. Jasmine kissed her left hip first, one hand curling lightly around Antoinette’s calf to teasingly stroke behind the knee and then her other hand swept down along the outside of Antoinette’s right leg, from the top of her hip, to rest at her ankle. Then Jasmine began kissing her way up Antoinette’s right leg, starting at her knee, and moving up the inside of her thigh, all the while teasing the back of her left knee with her fingers.

Antoinette shook her hair back, running the fingers of one hand through it as Jasmine began tracing her hands up her legs when the touch at her ankle became awkward, letting her hands come to rest with one now teasing behind Antoinette’s right knee and the other stroking the curve of her left hip. Then Antoinette skimmed her free hand in an arc from her hip, across her belly to cup one breast, thumb teasing her nipple, while she lightly ran her fingertips down from behind one ear, over her throat to cup the other. She played with her breasts, stroking them, and rolling the nipples between thumb and forefinger as Jasmine reached her groin, nuzzling against her and licking along her vulva before moving to focus on her clitoris.

Antoinette’s eyes fell closed as Jasmine worked on her, letting the sensations wash over her as her breathing quickened. She kept playing with her breasts for as long as she could, hands dropping to her side as the pleasure began overtaking her, and her knees buckled a little as she came to her climax.

“Thank you Jasmine, that’s enough.” She wouldn’t normally mind further stimulation to her sensitised flesh, knowing that the pleasure would soon override that little pain, but in this case they only had so much time.

“I’ll go and get the harness then.” Jasmine stood smoothly and went to pick up the harness and the double ended dildo they’d decided on, returning to hold it for Antoinette to step into and helping her fit the dildo in place.

“Is that comfortable for you?” Antoinette walked back and forwards a few times, feeling the dildo shifting inside her before she answered, fastening her robe closed.

“Yes. Now, let’s get you ready.”

~~~0~~~

Armand blinked in surprise when Antoinette opened the door for him; he didn’t know what he’d expected, but it wasn’t his sister wearing a dark blue robe, fitted loosely at the bust and tented at the groin.

“Hello Armand. You can put your coat and shoes in the cupboard.” Freestanding, hidden behind the door when it was opened and Armand started to obey as she continued. “Jasmine’s waiting for us in my bedroom.”

“Your bedroom?” He glanced back at Antoinette with a puzzled frown, he’d thought there was only one bedroom in the apartment - he knew it was the same floor plan as his old one, and that Antoinette had made the room he’d used as an office into a small personal gym.

“It’s larger, and Jasmine said she’d be more comfortable there than in her own bedroom.” Antoinette sounded as if she thought that should be answer enough, and Armand decided against asking any further as he followed her down the hall. He was glad that he hadn’t when he saw the gym equipment set in one corner of the bedroom, telling him that Antoinette must have put the rest into storage and turned her little gym into Jasmine’s bedroom while her new house was being built.

“Hello Jasmine. You look lovely.” She’d put her hair up using combs set with amber, and she was wearing a loose, golden brown, velvet shirt with matching loose trousers.

“Thank you.” She held out one hand with a smile, and a quick glance to Antoinette for approval. “Join me?”

“Oh yes.” He climbed onto the bed beside her, noting absently that Antoinette was doing the same on her other side. “Might I kiss you?”

“If my mistress allows.” She seemed to turn suddenly shy, lowering her eyes as she turned towards him, her hand in his. He glanced over her head at his sister then, wondering what this act was in aid of.

“Well, Antoinette?”

“Yes, kiss her. Your consideration does you credit, but remember, tonight you ask my consent, not hers.” There was a threat hidden in the dark sensuality of Antoinette’s voice, but he was used to that from her, and she often enough had cause for her threats.

“Is that alright with you Jasmine?” He lifted her chin with his hand as he spoke, wanting to see those warm brown eyes again.

“Yes.” She finally looked up again, a soft smile on her lips. “It’s what I want, to only have to worry about pleasing one person, not two.” Armand hesitated at that; he hadn’t wanted to be reminded that she was a slave, even though Antoinette’s offer to share her had been based on that; but he knew that his sister wouldn’t have responded to his hints this way unless Jasmine had agreed, and he kissed her red-painted lips, pushing into her mouth and enjoying the easy way she yielded.

“Open her shirt.” He pulled back a little at that order, smiling to see how he’d smudged the paint on Jasmine’s lips, and that her breathing had picked up just a little bit. Jasmine’s shirt was slightly odd in its construction; it wasn’t fastened by buttons, but by a series of ribbons tied in bows. He’d never seen a shirt like that before, and he untied the first bow slowly, tugging the slightly darker ribbon free from the first set of loops and looking up at Antoinette.

“Where should I put these then?”

“Just keep hold of them for now; I’ll take them when you’ve finished.” Antoinette rested a possessive hand on Jasmine’s waist and leaned forward to kiss the side of her neck, with a challenging look at him.

“Very well.” He untied the next bow, and then the next, before carefully pushing the top open, letting his fingers trace over the exposed skin, enjoying the soft gasps he elicited from her. “You don’t mind if I kiss her throat and breasts, do you?” He glanced up, letting Antoinette see him returning her challenge with a hint of defiance, fairly sure that was what she’d wanted; to raise his competitive instincts.

“No, I think she’d like that, wouldn’t you Jasmine?” That last was almost whispered into the girl’s ear, and punctuated with a light bite to the earlobe.

“Kiss my breasts? Please.” She arched a little, offering her throat and breasts for his attention, eyes falling closed. Antoinette shifted somehow too, leaving room for Armand to lay a soft kiss at the base of Jasmine’s throat as he unfastened the next ribbon, and this time when he pushed the shirt open a bit further he caught a glimpse of dark blue lace. He couldn’t keep to that slow pace any longer, and he kissed Jasmine full on the lips once again, without asking permission, while he pulled the rest of the bows open in quick succession.

“Impatient I see.” Laughter was clear in Antoinette’s voice as he pulled back to see her sitting behind Jasmine, holding one hand out and open. “Here, give me those, and I’ll finish with the rest.”

“Thank you.” He handed the ribbons over and began kissing Jasmine’s neck again, starting behind her ear, the one Antoinette had bitten, and working down and around to her throat. By the time he got down to her breasts Antoinette had finished with the ribbons, and he slid one hand under the shirt to stroke her lower back while he cupped a breast with the other, kissing slowly down to where her skin met the lace of her bra. It was a little frustrating how much of her breast was covered by the lace, and he traced the line where it met the skin with his tongue, enjoying how it made her shiver and gasp, as he trailed his hand from her lower back, along the line of her ribcage, and up over her breast to push her shirt off her shoulder. Antoinette allowed that, but when he went to do the same with the bra strap she grabbed his wrists, pinning his hands above his head, and pushing him down to lie flat on his back.

“Sit on his legs Jasmine.” Armand could probably have stopped her, he was only pinned at the wrists after all, and she wouldn’t know how to fight, but he didn’t want to. On the other hand he didn’t feel any hesitation in trying to free his hands, twisting his wrists within Antoinette’s grasp and fighting that as Jasmine straddled his legs. He didn’t succeed of course, but he did force her to shift position so that she was sitting near his head, giving her better leverage than she’d started with. “Now, I think it’s your turn to undress him, Jasmine.”

That turned his attention back to Jasmine as she leaned forward over him, shirt falling open, and still falling off one shoulder, to reveal her bra and her smooth amber skin. She glanced up at Antoinette, smiling again, as she worked at the top button of his simple shirt.

“And should I kiss him as well?” There was a hint of mischief in Jasmine’s voice, and he glanced at his sister in appeal for her to grant permission; signs of spirit should always be rewarded after all.

“If you’d like to, yes. But let me kiss you first.” Antoinette didn’t wait for Jasmine to consent, simply leaning forward to claim her mouth, her robe falling open just far enough to reveal that she probably wasn’t wearing a bra. They made a nice picture together, Antoinette’s loose golden hair tumbling forward over her shoulder, against Jasmine’s skin, Jasmine relaxing so easily into Antoinette’s kiss, seeming to forget about opening his shirt, and Armand enjoyed the show while he could. Eventually Antoinette pulled back, and Jasmine bent to lay a light, oddly shy, kiss on his lips before sitting up a bit to unfasten more buttons, pushing the shirt open - or rather folding the front sections back to reveal his chest.

“You can touch him, explore his body. I don’t think you’ve had the chance to do that with a man before have you Jasmine?”

“No, not really.” But her actions put the lie to her words, as she stroked his chest with clear purpose, pressing just hard enough to arouse. “I thought men were supposed to have more muscles than women?”

“The average man does have more muscles than the average woman, but Antoinette is far from average.”

“Thank you for that.” Antoinette let go of his wrists at last, and moved away from him, pulling Jasmine to kneel in front of her, one arm around her waist, kissing her neck and letting her hair fall down over Jasmine’s skin again. “Just watch for now.”

“Can’t I even undo my fly?” He smiled, trying to keep his voice teasing, but he had a feeling that he hadn’t quite succeeded in hiding how much he was starting to ache.

“No. But you can ask Jasmine to do that for you.” Antoinette was already loosening the first of the bows keeping Jasmine’s trousers in place as she spoke, and Armand turned a pleading smile to the girl.

“Will you unbutton my fly for me? Please Jasmine.”

“If my mistress will permit it?” She smiled, taking hold of the hand holding that first ribbon with both of her own and lifting it to her lips, kissing the palm of Antoinette’s hand.

“Go ahead if you want to take pity on him, but only open it; don’t start pulling his jeans down or anything.” But Antoinette didn’t just lift the hand resting on Jasmine’s hip to free her; instead she slowly trailed it over her stomach before bringing it to rest on the bedcovers.

“I won’t.” Jasmine leaned forward, shifting onto her hands and knees and crawled forwards, settling on his lower legs and unfastening his buttons slowly, brushing against his hard cock with the back of her hand as she worked. “No underwear?” She glanced up with a puzzled frown.

“No.” He laughed as he answered. “Figured I wouldn’t really need it.”

“Do you think he needs underwear Jasmine?”

“No, I guess not.” Jasmine glanced over her shoulder as she started to speak; then moved quickly to curl up against Antoinette’s chest. Antoinette began petting and kissing her again, opening her trousers one ribbon at a time, slowly, teasingly, until Jasmine shut her eyes with a shuddery gasp.

“Did you just make her come?” Armand knew women tended to be multi-orgasmic, but he didn’t think it was common for anyone to come that easily.

“Yes, Jasmine is very sensitive.”

“And Antoinette is very skilled.” Jasmine smiled as she gazed up at Antoinette adoringly.

“Thank you Jasmine.” Antoinette kissed her forehead and slowly pulled away from her. “I think it’s Armand’s turn for a little of my attention now. Why don’t you finish taking your clothes off while I deal with him?”

“Should I still leave my bra on?” She slowly finished slipping her shirt off one arm as she spoke, a sensual smile on her lips.

“What do you think Armand?” Antoinette was already helping him sit up as she spoke.

“Take it off please, so I can give those beautiful breasts the attention they deserve.”

“He has a point Jasmine.” Antoinette laughed as she moved behind Armand, pushing him to his knees, pushing his jeans down around his thighs and holding his arms behind his back. He struggled just a little bit, stopping when she tightened her grip enough to almost hurt. “If I’m hurting you tell me. Otherwise, sweet as it is that you’re willing to indulge my taste for a bit of a contest during sex, please stop fighting me. Now, I think Jasmine deserves some of your attention, don’t you?”

“Oh yes. Mind if I taste her?”

“Not at all.” Antoinette supported him as she guided his face between Jasmine’s thighs, and Jasmine laid one hand softly on the back of his head. “Just follow any directions she gives you.”

“I will.” His voice was pretty muffled, even to his own ears, and Armand began licking softly at Jasmine’s wet folds, experimenting to find what pleased her best, rather than trying to remember what other women had liked. She didn’t seem inclined to guide him though, not by word or touch, and he felt more than a little disappointed by that, wondering if she showed more spirit with Antoinette.

“Enough.” He stopped as soon as Jasmine spoke, with a little regret, since he was sure he had her close to climax, but he stopped, and let Antoinette help him back to his knees.

“Lie down, on your back, and leave your jeans as they are.” Antoinette let go of him after that warning, and Armand awkwardly obeyed, watching as she held and kissed Jasmine again, then whispered something into her ear before letting her go. Jasmine laughed and moved swiftly forward to straddle Armand’s hips, reaching down to guide him into her as she settled down on him, gripping the base of his cock to keep him from coming.

“Play with my breasts while Antoinette finishes preparing me?” Armand wasn’t about to pass up that offer, and he lifted his hands to cradle Jasmine’s large, soft breasts, stroking them gently and running his thumbs over her dark, tight nipples.

“But other than that stay as still as you can. We could hurt her if you move too much.” As she spoke Antoinette dropped her robe, revealing the dildo strapped between her legs - pretty small compared to the real thing, which made sense given where it was going.

“Can I kiss her breasts though?”

“As long as you can do it without moving your hips.” That made it a bit awkward, but Armand did manage to lift himself enough to pay proper attention to Jasmine’s breasts as Antoinette pulled a small butt plug from inside her, and slowly stretched her some more. Then Jasmine’s eyes fell shut and she shivered as Antoinette pushed inside her, dildo pressing against Armand’s cock through her flesh, and Armand let himself lie back and simply enjoy the sensations it created. It took more concentration than he’d expected not to move, to resist the urge to thrust into Jasmine and take his pleasure more swiftly, and in the end it was her climax that pushed him over the edge.

When he could think straight again Antoinette had already withdrawn, and was helping Jasmine climb off him, setting her down beside him with a kiss to her forehead. Then Antoinette moved away, returning with a bowl of water and a pile of soft cloths, and began methodically cleaning him.

“Enjoy yourself?”

“Yes, I did.” He smiled at his sister. “And you?”

“Well enough.” Antoinette had finished now, and turned to her pleasure slave. “Jasmine?”

“It was pleasant while we were doing it, but...I’m aching now.”

“Would you like some painkillers then?” Antoinette began washing Jasmine clean as she spoke.

“No, I’ll be fine tomorrow. And a warm bath would help now. Ah...is your brother staying here tonight?” She looked unhappy about the idea, and it wasn’t as if Armand had planned on staying the night.

“No, I’m not. But I was hoping for a bit more time to relax before I had to leave.”

“You can have that time. I’ll take Jasmine for a nice long bath.”

“Thank you.” Armand just watched as his sister scooped Jasmine up and carried her out of the room.