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She truly did sparkle.
Kate had been slightly stunned on first meeting Francesca. She was a great beauty – the kind that artists immortalized in their work. Of course, the Bridgertons were all unfairly lovely, but even still, Francesca stood out.
There was an inner beauty to her, as well. She did not have the frenetic energy of her siblings. Despite her natural gifts, she was humble and modest, kind, sweet and reserved. Kate could see her struggle to connect with the other young ladies in the Ton, and her heart ached. No one wished to be on the outskirts of society, to feel so far removed from what women were taught to care about.
Most men would not know how to treat such a woman. And Francesca was not the type to make her needs known. Especially if she did not understand what those needs were.
And so, with Anthony buried between her thighs, his tongue lashing against her clit in the most sinful way, Kate panted, “Darling, I believe we should help Francesca.”
Her husband lifted his head, a river of slick covering his chin. “Help her in what way?” Anthony asked, pushing two fingers into her cunt and curling them as Kate arched her back.
“She is so gentle,” Kate said with considerable effort as he found that sensitive spot within her and stroked it relentlessly. “So fragile. I believe we need to guide her. Show her the beauty of lovemaking, so she does not go into her marriage blind like Daphne did. She is so agreeable; I fear she will not advocate for her own pleasure unless she is taught to.”
“We do know much about pleasure,” Anthony growled, sucking at her clit again as he thrust his fingers into her, drawing a slow, simmering climax from her. Kate whined, writhing on the mattress as he forced out every last ounce of her bliss.
When she whimpered with sensitivity, Anthony crawled up her body, kissing her slowly and thoroughly to make her savor the taste of herself on his lips.
“If you think that is what Francesca needs, I am happy to oblige. We will approach her tomorrow. I believe she will feel most comfortable if the invitation comes from you.”
Kate nodded, stroking her fingers against his cheek. “You are sure?”
She melted at the soft smile Anthony offered her. “You seem to know what my siblings need more than my mother and I ever have, despite our best efforts. I trust you with everything, my love. Without question.”
“I love you,” Kate whispered against his mouth, her heart swelling at his unreserved confidence.
“I love you,” he echoed softly, parting her legs and sliding into her.
Francesca had always been among his favorite siblings. Certainly the easiest, the least prone to scandal, perhaps due to the fact that she had spent so much time away from London.
His wife was correct. Francesca did not have Kate’s self-possession, her unwavering belief in her own convictions. The responsible course was to educate her in the art of pleasure, so that might not rush into a hasty match with a man who could not satisfy her, or worse, was too rough with her. So that she might be able to communicate her desires to her husband. Anthony knew he should have given Daphne and Eloise a similar education, but he had leaned on Violet to do it, and she had failed. With Kate by his side, however, he finally felt equipped to carry out his duty toward them.
Francesca seemed nervous, and Anthony took her hand, feeling her relax under the reassuring touch. “You are not in trouble,” he promised, recalling his history of holding his siblings to an immensely high standard and scolding them when they failed to reach it. Anthony was grateful that he was not that person anymore, and his relationship with his family was all the better for it. “We simply wish to ask you something.”
She nodded. Kate sat in the chair beside her, taking her other hand. “How much do you know about the intimate acts which occur between a wife and her husband?”
A flush came over Francesca’s cheeks. “Little. Mama does not talk of such things. I have always thought they must be – shameful, in some way.”
“Oh, not at all,” Kate said, brushing a curl away from Francesca’s face. Something in Anthony’s chest went warm at the sight of his wife, the love of his life, so tender with his sister. Truly, he could not have chosen a better woman to care for his family, in addition to all her other estimable qualities and talents. “It is not shameful at all. Anthony and I engage in those acts frequently. As a way to show our love for one another. Despite what you may have heard, it can be quite pleasurable for the woman as well.”
The blush grew darker. “It can?”
Kate smiled gently. “Yes. Your brother brings me great pleasure. And we wish to show you, Francesca.”
Her eyes grew wide. “I do not know what you mean.”
“It is alright,” she soothed, brushing Francesca’s cheek. “Women in the Ton are not taught such things before they are married. You are a special woman. Anthony and I wish to teach you all you should know about intimacy now, so that you may find fulfillment in your own marriage.”
Eyes cutting to him, Francesca opened her mouth as if to say something, then closed it. Anthony squeezed her hand, his cock stirring in his breeches at the thought of her beautiful lips stretched around him. “Do not be afraid,” he told her. “We will be gentle. We will make you feel wonderful. Any questions you may have, we will prepare you thoroughly.”
A small shiver ran through her body. After a long moment of contemplation, Francesca nodded, looking back to Kate. “I do not know- that is, I fear I may not give you pleasure in return.”
Anthony nearly laughed, watching his sister’s unfounded insecurities. “Francesca,” he murmured, cupping her jaw and turning her to face him. “You are so beautiful. You do not even know how beautiful you are. This will be about your pleasure. And I assure you, Kate and I will find our pleasure in you as well.”
“Okay,” she whispered, fluttering her lashes at him. “I trust you.”
Biting back a groan at her open vulnerability, Anthony leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers. She tasted like the honey from her tea, sweet and rich, and the little whimper that fell from her throat shot straight to his groin.
He had no sooner released her than Kate was drawing Francesca toward her, kissing her more passionately, teasing her tongue into Francesca’s mouth. They were a vision together, a tableau he would pay handsomely to have painted.
“What would you have me do?” Francesca asked breathlessly.
“Come to the Viscount’s rooms tonight,” Kate instructed her, swiping her thumb over Francesca’s reddened lip. “When everyone is asleep. You will need to do nothing else, Francesca. We will do everything.”
Francesca could barely settle as the day grew dark and the house became quiet. She was not entirely blind to pleasure; she knew what it felt like to ache, to want, to grow damp between her thighs. On more than one occasion, wandering in the hallways, she had heard Kate’s wanton moans, Anthony’s deep grunts, the sound of bodies colliding, and felt a rush of need overtake her. But need for what, she could not articulate.
She loved Anthony and Kate dearly. They had always accepted her quieter tendencies, and she believed wholeheartedly that they would be gentle and kind with her in this.
Changing into her nightdress, Francesca inspected herself in the mirror. Her body felt warm, slickness pooling at the apex of her thighs at the thought of Kate and Anthony touching her like they had in his study. As if they truly desired her.
When the house was silent, she padded quietly to the Viscount’s rooms, knocking as softly as she could on the door. Anthony opened right away, smiling at her. “Come in, sister.”
There was something so strange about being in their private chambers. She had only truly seen them in passing, and she suddenly felt so young, so inexperienced.
Kate was laying on the bed, ethereal in the light from the candles, a sheer rose nightgown draped over her body. Francesca could see her dark nipples through the fabric, the beautiful curves and dips of her body. An otherworldly creature.
“Come, lay with me,” Kate invited, motioning for Francesca to join her. Her nerves rose again as she laid on the bed, but Kate seemed aware, rolling to her side and cupping Francesca’s face. “Breathe, sweet girl. We will tell you everything we are going to do, and you may speak up when you do not like something. In fact, I demand that you do.”
Francesca let out a breath, leaning into Kate’s palm. “Alright.”
“First, we would simply like to kiss you. As we did earlier today.”
Anthony sat on the other side of the bed, leaving Francesca between them. It was unnerving, but also strangely comforting. Surrounded by people who loved her.
Her fear further dissipated as Kate pressed their lips together. Kate kissed well, she thought – she did not have anything to compare it to, but it stoked a certain fire inside her that nothing else ever had. Of course, Kate was an extraordinarily capable woman, adept at anything she set her mind to, and she had no doubt received her own instruction from Anthony during the course of the marriage.
Kate explored her slowly, soft little meetings, her tongue cautiously teasing the seam of Francesca’s mouth. It was instinctual to open up to her, and she was rewarded with Kate’s tongue sliding sensually against hers. “Good, Francesca,” Kate commended her, sounding a bit out of breath herself. “You taste so sweet.”
Tantalizing slowly, Kate dragged her fingers along Francesca’s collarbone, hovering at the top of her breast. “Is this alright?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Kate’s thumb skimmed over her nipple, and Francesca was startled by the sound that fell from her throat. Something needy and desperate. Kate did it again, circling and flicking the hard bud before gently pinching it between her fingers. “Oh.”
“Does that feel good?” Kate asked, cupping her breast in one delicate hand. “Remember, you must only tell the truth.”
“It feels good,” Francesca said in an embarrassingly small voice, heat rushing to her face. “I have never felt anything like it.”
“It is only the beginning,” Kate promised her, wrapping a hand in her loose curls. “I believe it is Anthony’s turn, when you are ready.”
Francesca met his eyes. That same warm, affectionate look he had given her throughout their lives, but all so different now. Not simply a brother and sister, but a man and a woman, indulging in a carnal curiosity.
Feeling emboldened by her new sister’s attentions, Francesca placed a hand on Anthony’s cheek and kissed him. It took more effort for him to go slowly than it did Kate – she could feel it in the tension stiffening his body – but she was touched by his self-control for her benefit. From what she had heard, his and Kate’s lovemaking could be fierce and rough, though she had also witnessed a thousand quiet moments of intimacy between them in broad daylight. Perhaps all of those things could coexist. Francesca wondered if one day she might like to be taken roughly.
She was sure Anthony and Kate would show her, if she asked. For now, this felt perfect.
Anthony was a handsome man. It did not matter that he was her brother – she knew what beauty looked like. He was not wearing a shirt, his muscles sculpted and rippling like the most striking of marble statues.
A rush of wetness slicked her thighs as Anthony wrapped his arms around her, strong hands on her waist, fingers digging slightly into her skin. Kate brushed her hair away from her shoulder to place kisses along her neck, and the combined sensations made Francesca whimper into her brother’s mouth.
“Francesca,” he said, his low, hoarse voice arousing her impossibly more. “You are so beautiful. I love you, you know that, don’t you?”
“I love you too,” she whispered. Whatever love meant in such a moment, she felt it as well. “Will you touch me? As Kate did?”
Anthony groaned, which she took as a positive sound. With great care, he rolled her against the bed, her back resting on the pillows. “I will touch you as Kate touches you between your legs. Are you ready?”
She did not know exactly what that entailed, but Kate was a woman too. Surely, she would know what felt good.
Kate slid her nightdress up to her waist, exposing her to the cool night air. Francesca moved to close her legs, but Kate and Anthony held them open. “No, it’s alright,” Kate assured her. “It is nothing to hide.” Taking a deep breath, Francesca nodded again. With gentle fingers, Kate caressed her wet folds. “This is your cunny. Have you ever touched yourself here?”
“Only…in passing. I did not know how to do it.”
"Many women do not. That is common; do not fret.” Kate stroked her slit, arousal leaking onto the pads of her fingers, and the look of pride and awe on her sister’s face kept Francesca’s shame at bay. Once her fingers were wet, she swirled one around the little bundle of nerves at the top, and Francesca let out a throaty cry. “That is your clitoris. You may touch it yourself, or someone else may touch it. It can be a particular source of pleasure.”
“A-Again,” Francesca begged, reaching out to grasp Anthony’s shoulder. Taking his cue, he captured her lips, swallowing her gasps as Kate rubbed her clitoris. Something was building within her, slow but expansive, and she felt a little like she was losing her mind. Surely nothing in life could feel this good.
“I am going to put my fingers inside you,” Kate said. “They are smaller than Anthony’s, so you will be able to take them more easily.”
Francesca’s agreement was mindless, and soon one of Kate’s slim fingers was entering her cunny and stroking against her walls. Tiny bursts of pleasure were occurring all over her body, underneath every inch of her skin, as Anthony’s kisses grew more passionate. With practiced ease, the straps of her nightgown were slipped down her shoulders, exposing her breasts to him.
“Perfect,” he murmured, taking a moment to appreciate them, before he began to play with her nipples. The direct contact of skin to skin on her breasts and between her legs was building a pressure inside her and she was helpless but to chase it, rocking her hips against Kate’s hand.
“Oh, good girl,” Kate encouraged, gradually working a second finger inside her. “You are doing so well, follow that feeling, I promise we will catch you.”
The noises falling from her lips were obscene, sounds she barely recognized as herself, as Anthony was licking into her mouth and pinching her nipples in turn and Kate was curling two fingers inside her, lowering herself to softly lick around her clitoris.
Suddenly everything snapped and Francesca cried out, slickness flooding onto Kate’s tongue. She could not stop trembling, and Anthony held her tightly, shushing her as she collapsed into his chest.
“I am sorry,” she said as Kate licked her lips, her mouth shining with wetness.
“Do not apologize,” Kate insisted, placing a hand on her thigh. “That was a climax. Men and women both have them, though in different ways. That felt good, did it not?”
“Yes,” Francesca admitted, focusing on the feeling of blissful warmth coursing through her. “Thank you.”
Climbing up onto her knees, Kate drew Anthony into a kiss. Belatedly, Francesca realized that she was allowing Anthony to taste her release, and it sent another wave of overwhelming arousal through her.
“I am very close,” Kate admitted, and Francesca understood that to mean that she was in need of her own climax. “I would like to seek relief from my husband. You may watch us, and then if you feel prepared, he will take you in the same way.”
Francesca curled up against the pillows as Kate rucked up her nightgown and tugged it over her head, leaving her entirely bare. She was perfect – long, graceful limbs and glowing skin, her hair cascading in thick waves down her back.
Anthony unfastened his breeches, and Kate stroked the hard flesh that lay below. “Every man has a member like this. I call it his cock. It fits inside you. All cocks are not so large, though. Your brother is blessed.”
He grinned at Kate, and she winked at him. With an undercurrent of urgency, Kate positioned herself and sank down onto his cock, moaning into his neck. Just like Francesca had heard countless times in Bridgerton House, but more beautiful up close.
With his hands on her waist, as he had done to Francesca, Anthony lifted up his hips as Kate rolled her own. A natural dance, practiced a thousand times, their mouths open, breathing each other’s air. Two beautiful bodies colliding with the utmost passion.
Throwing her head back, Kate shuddered, her toes curling with pleasure. Francesca thought she very nearly climaxed again at the sight, as did Anthony, if his pained groan was anything to go by.
Kate climbed off him delicately, and Anthony grasped his member, squeezing it at the base. It was a pleasing sight, she had to admit – his strong, veined hand wrapped around his swollen flesh.
Seeming infinitely more relaxed, Kate smiled, stroking Francesca’s bare shoulder. “Would you like to try? That may not be the easiest position for your first time, but we can try something else.”
Francesca bit her lip, her eyes still glued to Anthony’s cock in his fist. “Will that fit inside me?”
“It will. It may take some work, and you may feel momentary pain, but Anthony will go slow. You are quite wet, and so is he now, that does help.”
“We need not do anything you are not ready for,” Anthony said, his strangled voice betraying his own need. “But your first time is special, Francesca. I would like to ensure that it is meaningful. That you feel cherished.”
Cherished. There was no better word for what she felt. “Yes,” she agreed, barely needing time to think it over. “Please.”
“Take this off,” Kate urged, helping Francesca work her nightdress up and over her head until she was bare. “Lay down, sweet girl.”
Stretching out fully on the mattress, Francesca felt peaceful. She knew this was something women usually shared with their husbands, but she could think of no one better to have her for the first time than her loving brother.
Kate laid beside her, her naked, sweat-slicked skin pressed against Francesca’s. Reaching a hand down, Kate played with her clitoris, adding to the flood of wetness coming from her cunny.
“You must relax,” Anthony said. He was now naked as well, though she had not noticed him discard his breeches. His cock looked even larger, but she trusted them. They had said it would fit, and she longed to experience the same ecstasy as Kate had moments earlier. “Breathe deeply.”
Kate continued to touch her sensitive clitoris as she kissed Francesca’s neck, murmuring sweet nothings to her. Beautiful, so beautiful, be a good girl for your brother, your cunny is so soft, so tight, you are perfect.
Francesca cried out as Anthony pushed himself into her, inch by inch, achingly slowly. She felt impossibly full, tears pricking in her eyes at the stretch, but Kate’s fingers on her helped her muscles to relax. “There you go,” Anthony said, his jaw clenched as he thrust shallowly. “I am so proud of you. You are taking me wonderfully.”
Encountering some resistance, Anthony took a deep breath and pushed forward sharply. Kate held her close through it, and the spike of discomfort ebbed away, leaving only a little soreness behind.
Finally, he stilled. Francesca had never felt so consumed, her body entirely at the mercy of her brother. He looked at where they were joined, his cock inside her to the hilt, and shook his head.
“You feel exquisite,” he breathed. “You are exquisite.”
Carefully, he began to move his hips, creating a divine friction inside her. Kate kissed her, their lips meeting messily as Anthony withdrew from her cunny before pushing back in.
Her brother’s member pulsed inside her, his rhythm growing more frantic, and Francesca yearned to feel his release. Her climax was like a sudden drop, her stomach swooping as she screamed against Kate’s lips.
Francesca nearly sobbed when Anthony left her, feeling unbearably empty, but Kate hastily leaned over and took his cock in her mouth as he let out a filthy noise. She bobbed her head up and down a few times and then swallowed, a bit of white liquid dripping onto her lip.
Swiping her lip, Kate offered the liquid to Francesca. Sucking Kate’s thumb into her mouth, Francesca found it bitter and salty. Strange, but interesting. Anthony’s essence.
Anthony collapsed onto the bed, gathering Francesca in his arms. His warm body pressed against her back as Kate faced her front, taking her hand and kissing it. “You are a quick student,” Kate said with a broad smile. “Are you happy?”
“Very happy. Though I do not understand why Anthony could not climax inside me.”
He groaned behind her, and Kate laughed. “It does feel good when he spends inside you. But his seed is how children are made, and we did not think it wise to expose you to that risk."
That was just as well. Francesca had never particularly felt a deep longing for children, though there was still something wickedly satisfying about the idea of Anthony spilling his seed into her.
She felt quite tired, and hesitantly asked, “Could I stay tonight?”
“Of course,” Anthony said, sounding near to sleep himself. “We will wake you in the morning before the maids come.”
Kate kissed her softly. “And you may visit our bed as many times as you wish. We have much more to teach you.”
Francesca let her eyes flutter shut, utterly contented. “I think I would like that.”