Chapter 13

Jemima wrapped a towel around herself and headed for the boys' bedroom. As she had expected, they were waiting for her. Jim was sitting on the floor, below the window, leaning back against the wall. Sebastian was standing by the bed, looking more than a little nervous.

She flashed Jim a brief smile and then approached Sebastian. "You do want this, right?" she asked, just a little teasingly. He nodded, his eyes flashing over her body. She chuckled. "You've waited long enough," she said, as she loosened the towel and let it fall to the floor.

Sebastian's jaw dropped and then he reached out and placed his hands lightly on her hips. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him down for a hungry kiss. At first he was hesitant, but soon he was matching her passion, and she began to understand how he had been able to keep a hold on Jim for two years. His tongue was positively wicked.

She reached down and pulled his t-shirt loose from his jeans, and as she broke the kiss, he obligingly raised his arms so she could pull it off him.

She resumed kissing him as she got his jeans unbuttoned. After pulling them down to his thighs, along with his pants, she pushed him down on the bed. As she leaned down to pull them all the way off, she gave his cock an appreciative glance.

She couldn't resist, and once she had him naked, she descended on him and took him in her mouth. He gasped and she sensed a hand moving to grab her hair, before he stopped it and instead placed it on his stomach. She pushed away any speculation as to what this reflex might indicate and instead focused on getting him right to the edge.

It didn't take long and she pulled back with a grin. "Not yet, loverboy," she said teasingly. She glanced over at Jim and with a grin, he tossed her a condom. Quickly, she removed it from the foil and rolled it onto Sebastian's cock before straddling him. He was quite a bit wider than she was used to and she groaned softly as she sank down over him.

She paused a moment and he waited. Then, as she began moving, he instantly adapted to her rhythm, rolling his hips to go deeper. She leaned down to kiss him, and then closed her eyes. Jim was right. She had wanted to shag Sebastian for years, and it was as good as she had imagined.

Then suddenly, he grabbed her hips and rolled them over so he was on top. Her eyes opened in surprise and he grinned at her. Then he began thrusting fast and hard. She gasped and dug her fingers into his shoulders.

"He's good, isn't he?" Jim's voice was very close. She turned her head and found that he had moved so he was kneeling by the bed, right next to her. She giggled breathlessly and nodded.

Jim rested his head on the mattress and watched her intently. Then suddenly Sebastian reached out, grabbed him by the hair and pulled him up to kiss him. Jim moaned into the kiss and Jemima smiled. "You two... look so precious... together." She gasped in between Sebastian's thrusts which were coming hard and steady.

Then suddenly Jim tore loose from Sebastian and leaned down to kiss her instead. Sebastian groaned and with a few hard thrusts she felt him come inside her. He pulled away, panting.

"I knew it," he gasped, half admiringly, half accusingly. "You two are shagging."

Jim looked over at him and grinned. "Well, yeah." He turned his focus back on Jemima, kissing her fiercely.

"How long?" Sebastian asked, moving closer to watch them.

Jemima pushed Jim back to answer. "Well, the first time was when Jim was..."

But Jim interrupted her. "When she visited last month. While you were in Guildford."

She frowned but didn't comment.

Then Jim chuckled. "Sebastian, you rude boy. Don't you ever finish what you start?"

Sebastian blushed. "I was planning to, but then you two started snogging and it kind of caught me off guard, because that was just about the hottest thing I've ever seen."

Jim smiled. "Then you'd better look away."

…

Sebastian stared as Jim stripped and crawled into the bed. He could not believe this. Not only had he gotten to shag Jemima Moriarty – finally - but within minutes of coming, he was treated to the unbelievably arousing sight of the two of them going down on each other. It was no wonder he was already beginning to grow hard again. Just the sounds they were making would have been enough.

It all made sense now. What he had seen that day in school, how it had made him feel. He had somehow developed a double crush. Having them both was about as good as it could possibly get.

He began stroking himself slowly as he watched. They were really going at it and from the sounds of it, Jemima was close to an orgasm. Jim seemed to think so too, because he moved his hand up to push two fingers into her, and within seconds she was writhing and moaning, yet somehow managing to keep her mouth on Jim.

When she relaxed Jim pulled back and gasped for breath. He caught Sebastian's eyes and held them as his breathing grew more rapid and deep. Jemima dug her fingertips into Jim's hips and with a small cry he closed his eyes and bucked his hips hard. Jemima held on and Sebastian's eyes bulged at the sight of her throat working to swallow as Jim came hard.

As she rolled away, a dazed smug smile on her face, he too was overcome and spilled over his own hand.

Two hands reached for him and suddenly he found himself pulled down into the narrow space between the two Moriarties, Jim's arm and Jemima's thigh flung across him with equal possessiveness.

"Thanks, brother," Jemima murmured sleepily.

"Any time, Sis," Jim replied, nuzzling into Sebastian's shoulder.

Sebastian just let out a happy sigh as all three of them drifted off to sleep.

…

"Now don't you be getting any ideas, Jim," Jemima warned as Jim was practically bouncing on the sofa in excitement. Sebastian, who was sitting on the other side of him, chuckled.

"I can't believe you haven't seen this before," he said. "It's almost four years old."

"I thought it was about animals," Jim said, squirming happily. "Does he really skin them? Do we get to see it?"

"Ewh, Jim," Jemima said, though she herself was on the edge of her seat. "That's gross."

"Well, do we?"

"I'm not telling you," Sebastian said smugly. "You'll have to see for yourselves."

"Then you're making more popcorn," Jim said, thrusting the empty bowl at Sebastian. "Now."

He chuckled as he got up and went to the kitchen.

Jim snuggled closer to Jemima and she put an arm around his shoulder. "I really like the other one better," she said. "He's got so much style. And he's really smart."

"Yes," Jim agreed. "Smart is good. It doesn't matter if you're a psychopathic killer as long as you're being really clever about it."

She snorted. "That's not what I meant, you twat. I'm just saying that for the purpose of the film, the intelligent maniac is more interesting. And attractive."

"Intelligent is attractive," Jim said, preening a little. Then he whooped and almost jumped off the sofa. "Did you see that? Did you see it? He took his face!"

Jemima laughed as she quickly saved the coke Jim had almost knocked off the coffee table.

"Yes, I saw," she said. "And I say it again: don't go getting any ideas."

Sebastian returned with the popcorn. "Now sit still, Jim," he warned. "These are really hot."

Jim chuckled. "I'll try." Just to be sure, Jemima wrapped her arms securely around him, with the result that they both nearly missed the ending, being rather preoccupied with snogging. Suddenly she felt Jim chuckle against her lips.

"What is it?" she muttered.

"He's staring again, isn't he?"

She tilted her head so she could look over Jim's shoulder without taking her lips off his. "Yes. And it looks like he's considering having a wank."

Jim giggled. "Then let's give him something worth wanking to." He crawled into her lap, straddling her and resumed the snogging with renewed vigour.

…

Jemima had never slept so well as when she was sandwiched between the two boys. With other lovers she had never been able to bear them touching her in any way when she was trying to sleep. But with Jim and Sebastian, she was quite happy to doze off in a messy tangle of limbs. To be honest, she wasn't sure which of them currently had a hand squeezed between her legs and which was cupping her breast. It didn't matter. It was just very very comfortable.

She had been with them for almost a week now and she was seriously considering giving up her own place and moving in with the boys. It was a perfect arrangement. Sebastian was fun and a good exercise partner. They had been going for runs every day and had even taken a couple of trips to the local gym. She had started teaching him a little hand to hand combat and he seemed to have talent for it.

During the day when he was at work, she'd cuddle with Jim and they'd talk and tease and snog for hours on end. When she needed a nap, he'd tuck her in and then go work on his computers, but as soon as she was awake he'd give her his undivided attention.

But the best times were when all three of them got together at the end of the day, in the bed, on the sofa, in the shower and one, quite memorable time, under the dining table. Jemima could not remember ever being this content.

Jim was muttering in his sleep again, and she turned to him and, as always when he had a disturbing dream, she pressed a kiss to his lips. He squirmed a little, then sighed and went back to peaceful sleep. She smiled and stroked his cheek gently. Then suddenly she felt her stomach lurch. She sat up. She hadn't been sick since she was a little girl, but she knew the feeling.

She scrambled over Sebastian and got to the bathroom just in time. When her stomach was empty, she sat on the floor, slumped against the wall, determined not to acknowledge the thought nagging at the back of her mind.