He doesn't sleep, but Issac does, his snores fill the bedroom, and Anders finally feels uncomfortable in his current sleeping position. When he rolls over he unintentionally presses against Bethany's back. He tries to roll the other way but notices her shivering. Yes it was chilly...very much so...and the thin blanket somehow had become wrapped mostly around Issac.
"You cold?" He whispers.
"I'm...I'm fine." Bethany answers grateful that Anders cannot see the blush creeping across her face. He sighs knowing that her and Issac share the same trait of stubbornness. He waits, unsure and she continues to shake. It is his kindness that is his undoing. He pulls her to him, her back against his chest. It is awkward...Anders is unsure where to put his hands and settles on her stomach. He says nothing, she says nothing but her breaths grow heavy and her shaking ceases. He doesn't mean for it to happen...he racks his brain...think of the plight of mages...think of their suffering...where is Justice in all of this? It is one of the few times he wishes the spirit would manifest himself...but Justice remained silent, and he couldn't focus on anything except how Bethany's arse pressed against him. The memory of their night together and the situation he found himself in sent blood rushing to his groin. He wants to mutter he's sorry...to say something...but maker is she pressing harder into him?
Anders pulls at her robe lifting it to just below her breasts, his fingers gently grazing the now bare flesh of her thighs and stomach. Her breath hitches but no words are spoken. Anders weights urges and logic. What s he doing? Issac is right next to him...Maker he could scoot back a few inches and touch the man! Issac was his lover...his best friend...and he was pulling the man's sister's robe up and touching her smooth skin...wanting her...wanting her with his cock straining against her arse... but...wasn't this what Issac had wanted? Surely not next to him as he slept, but he wanted them together, he had no qualms about it...no anger...Then why should he feel this guilt! This is something Issac wanted, the means he was ready to let happen to justify the ends of a child.
As he fought with himself Anders slips a hand beneath Bethany's smalls her hand covers his and instead of pulling him out she guides him to where she wants to be touched. Her other hand guides his free one to a breast.
"We shouldn't..." He whispers into her ear but doesn't stop.
"I know..." She moans quietly in response, yet doesn't stop him. He pulls his hand away to undo his robe and free his cock from is smalls then returns to working her. Its wrong...its wrong...but how she moves against him, grinding... and how she was wet for him...Issac wanted them too do this...he wanted...
Anders pulls aside her smalls and hooks his arm around one of her legs. "We have to be quiet..." his voice week as he enters her. She bites her lip to stifle a moan. He is painfully slow as he rocks into her, pausing to make sure he still hears the snores of Issac next to them, as if him catching them would be completely mortifying.
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Issac tried not to listen, making sure he let out a snore from time to time. It was awkward...that was certain...but his plan worked...it would be no time before Bethany would be with child, the child she would carry for him and Anders. With his mind set on the future he could ignore the steady increase in the shaking of the bed and Anders attempt to moan quietly while he started erratically bucking signaling his release. All was still except for the two struggling to catch their breath. Issac waited several minutes before rolling over and draping his arm around Anders.