Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Unwanted Awareness ( Chapter 11 )

 

It was strange, Alice thought to herself, how much power a teeny-weeny little suggestion had.

Although she hadn't talked to Finn since that `fantasy' interlude on the beach, he was never far from her thoughts. Nope, he was on the top of her list along with Adam.

Or the bottom depending on how you looked at her list.

She was staring at a wonderfully drawn manga depicting two male lovers in the throes of ecstasy. Her mind had transposed images of Finn and Adam and her imagination had added color and action and her body was responding…

“Hey, Liss?” The knock on her door startled her and she flung the manga across the room. “Can I come in?” It was Adam.

“Uh, gimme a sec.” She jumped off the bed, retrieved the manga and threw it under her bed noticing belatedly that she was very damp between her legs. Damn! No time to change or clean up now. “Um, you can come in now,” she called out trying to compose herself and praying that she looked normal.

Adam opened the door grinning, “Hiding your stash?” He joked.

Alice's eyes widened in panic before she realized he was talking about smoking weed. “Right, but why should I hide it when I know I can always find it in your room?” She shot back and he only grinned wider.

“Can you imagine the expressions on their faces if they walked in on us both lighting up?”

Alice forced her brain to hear the words after “walked in on us” and responded accordingly by collapsing on her bed and rolling her eyes. “Gawd! I'd rather not! You haven't had to hear his `the importance of paying attention and being alert at church' speech for the last three days.” Rolling her eyes again and flopping back on her bed covering her face with both hands, she let Adam know the tortures she'd been through and how it was his fault, “So you owe me, jerk!”

Adam was silent, then he cleared his throat, “Sorry `bout that,” he trailed off and Alice frowned and removed her hands from her eyes.

“You sound weird,” she began and stopped. Adam was staring at her funny. It was making her very…self aware. A very inappropriate warmth was developing low in her belly as she mentally reviewed what could be causing that odd look.

Could it be her clothes? She'd tossed on some old clothes since she hadn't planned on going anywhere. Her t-shirt was old and a little too small and worn thin in spots. Her shorts were old cotton ones that she'd never wear outside the house—not even to take out the trash. However, she had on no bra and no panties and she was damp between her legs—they were slightly apart…could he tell? Her shirt had ridden up a bit when she'd fell back and a good portion of her stomach was showing. She glanced up at Adam and his eyes were definitely not meeting hers. What would happen if she…

Alice inhaled and stretched, raising her arms above her head and glanced at him surreptitiously through her lashes and gasped in shock. Oh god! Oh god! That's the same look that Finn gets when— The heat pooling in her belly became liquid and she could feel it oozing between her legs in response to Adam's stares. She slammed her legs shut and stood up so fast, she felt a breeze.

“Whaddya want, Adam?” She needed him out and fast.

“Uh, Mom,” his voice cracked and he started again, “She said to tell you that she wants you to do another fitting of the dress for the dance. Tonight.”

“I can't tonight—I'll tell her, though.” Great God Almighty! Was Adam tenting his shorts? That thought did nothing but add to the desire building inside. “Were you going to play ball with the guys?” He had to go now!

“Ah, no. Mow the lawn.”

She'd been flirting for god's sakes, with her own brother! “You better go do that then,” she bum-rushed him out of her room and closed the door, leaning heavily on it for what seemed a long time collecting her thoughts. The sound of the lawnmower interrupted them and she moved to her window to watch him, her brother, sure enough, mowing the lawn.

Shirtless.

The power of suggestion.

Damn you, Finn!

-

Adam was also trying to clear his brain and cool down after being in Alice's bedroom. Ever since The Incident, he'd had some disturbing? Annoying? Arousing, for damn sure, dreams about his sister and her asshole boyfriend. He winced mentally. `Asshole' is something he definitely didn't want to put in the same sentence with Alice's boyfriend. `Fucking boyfriend' didn't work as it brought back vivid images of his latest dream.

He pushed the lawnmower a little faster. It didn't help that every time Alice got back from a supposed `trip to the library' she had the look of a satisfied woman. I could satisfy her, he raged in his mind, I could satisfy them both—Whoa pal! Sister! Another guy for chrissakes! What the hell are you thinking?

He pushed the mower faster to try to chase away the collage of pictures in his brain. Of course it didn't help either when said sister wore the clothing of a ten year old. But then a brother isn't supposed to notice it when his sister's not wearing a bra, or when her nipples pebble up and press against her shirt like they're begging to be touched, or licked…or bitten. His hands flexed on the handle of the mower without him realizing it.

She'd been lying back on that bed in that t-shirt with her belly-button showing and he'd imagined kissing it and then lifting up her shirt to view what was sure to be a pair of glorious breasts. And those shorts…he wondered if she knew what a `camel-toe' was. That had never been something sexy to him, until today. Then something Finn had said popped in his brain about how he'd…never know…how soft the skin is between her thighs. He still didn't know, but the skin there was so pale, so delicate and soft looking that he'd wanted to…ah shit! He'd imagined biting her there and nibbling his way upward.

Adam pushed the mower a little faster as his body hardened in response to his imaginings.

Then she'd done that sexy little cat stretch and her tits looked as if they were straining against the weak looking seams of that t-shirt and he'd been holding his breath hoping—

“Adam!”

Adam's feet tripped over nothing as his mother's shrill voice cut through his lurid daydream, but he recovered well, cut the engine of the mower and positioned himself in a way he prayed that his mom wouldn't notice the tent in his basketball shorts.

“Yeah, Ma?” Please God, don't let her ask me to come closer.

“Adam, why are you running? Are you in a hurry to go somewhere?”

“Uh,” he'd been running? “No, just trying to burn off some extra energy, that's all.” Right, and frustration.

“Oh, well, that's fine.” Her tone said she clearly didn't understand but wasn't going to ask questions, thank you God! “Did you tell Alice about the fitting?”

“Yeah, I did,” he said, declining to add that Alice said she couldn't do it tonight.

“Oh, then I better go talk to her then,” she sighed and gave Adam a searching look that made him catch his breath. “No more running while mowing the lawn, Adam, you look very, very flushed, even from here.”

“Okay, Mom, no more running,” and thinking unsuitable thoughts about my sister, he added to himself.

His mother waved and went back inside the house and Adam grimly turned his mind to the periodic table while he finished mowing the lawn at a sedate pace.

-

Finn stared at his phone and threw it down in irritation. He never should've told Alice that damn fantasy of his. She was still too naïve and innocent to be able to handle that kind of information. The memory of her screaming while she came with his hand between her legs flashed. Well, she was still more innocent than she thought she was and putting her brother in a fantasy where she was being fucked by him, probably not a good move. Since he'd heard nothing from her since then—not one response to his text messages or his phone calls, he felt this was proof of his error in judgment.

Shit.

He pushed a restless hand through his hair and gazed absently at his work-strewn room. Drawings, sketches and jotted down ideas were all over the place. Most of them resulted from conversations with Alice, though she might never realize it. As far as he knew, she didn't even realize he was an artist—he'd never brought her to his loft. Why? He paced restlessly as he tried to work it out. Was he ashamed? His life and upbringing were downright bacchanal compared to her more puritanical ones, but his art was a different story.

He refused to be ashamed of it, even for Alice. His art is what kept him from going insane as a child, even when his father forbade him to have any part of it. “No son of mine is going to turn into some pansy-assed artist!” He'd yelled once when he'd found out that Finn had entered an art contest. It didn't stop him, he just began using fake names on the entry forms and using addresses of friends and such until he was old enough to be on his own.

He wasn't famous, but some of his work was becoming recognized, if not really “known”. He'd been asked to step out of his usual area of pencil and oil and to do an actual sculpture of any topic he chose in order to enter the La Galerie d'Art Nationale contest, which supposedly took place on an annual basis, but really occurred whenever the French board of directors needed to raise money. He'd have to travel to France with his statue and there'd be a judging panel as well as votes from the public.

He'd been playing around with polymer clay to see if he any talent in that area and so far… He looked at the refrigerator which held his clay lump. So far, it was just like phone calls from Alice—nothing. He wondered what she'd have to say about his mental block.

At this rate, he'd never know. Come on you fuckin' wimp, call her again! Finn firmed his jaw and took three determined strides to where he'd tossed his phone. He'd no sooner opened it when it went off:

“Baby when I start I just can't stop. I'll love you from the bottom to the top. Nothing is forbidden when we touch…” It was Alice's ringtone. He pressed the talk button.

“Hello?” Why the hell was his heart pounding so fast?

“Finn, hi!”

“Hey, Alice, what's up?” He lounged on his bed like he had no worries or concerns.

“Finn, I was wondering…would you go to the social with me?”

Finn didn't move. For a second he didn't breathe. “The church social? The one that you're going to with the toothy guy?”

“Supposed to go to…with Paul Chandler, yeah. Will you?”

“Why?” It popped out of his mouth before he could edit the thought.

“Because I'm not a child anymore and I want to go with you!” She sounded like she was snarling.

“You must've had a recent conversation with your mother.”

Silence. Then, “She wants me to wear an ash colored sackcloth, Finn. I've called Mitsu and she's going to help me find a normal dress. Now; tonight.”

Finn remembered Mitsu and smiled. “You know, between the two of us—Mitsu and I, you're going to scandalize your mother, not to mention everyone else.”

“Good,” she said grimly. Finn chuckled and then silence again.

“Alice—”

“Finn—”

“Alice,” Finn said determined to talk first, “Are you okay with…with what happened last time at the beach?”

“I don't know if I'm `okay', but I've thought about it more than…way more than I think I would if…” her voice faded then came back, “if I truly had a problem with it.”

Finn exhaled slowly, “I'm sorry if I offended you, but I saw your brother and he's as sexy as you are so—”

“You never said where you'd seen him.”

“I came to your house once, to drop off a cell phone. He…well, let's just say that he told me quite firmly that he'd supply you with what you needed,” he said dryly, saving their second meeting for another conversation.

“So now you're attracted to my brother and me.”

“It's not totally unheard of,” Finn said to her, “to be attracted to two people at once.”

“Honestly? It's not?” She sounded unsure.

“Tell me what's going on in your head, Liss.” Silence. He sighed loudly, “If I can tell you I want to fuck you and your brother together, why would you think something you told me would bother me?”

“When I first met you, after you told me you were bi, I had a quick daydream of you bending Adam over a table.” He was the one who was shocked silent now. “Finn?”

“Sorry, go on.”

“I've got more to tell you, but I can't—Mitsu is here. So, I'll see you later?”

”Absolutely,” he said it with firm confidence. He wanted to hear more about that daydream.

“Okay, bye.”

“Bye.” He closed his phone grinning and thought about the sexy miracle named Alice.