Title: A Family Affair
Author: wildepet
Recipient: To All HoHoHo Fest Participants
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Isabelle/Ben/Tom
Summary: Isabelle, Ben and Tom in a bed. Remember that episode in which Tom and Ben enthusiastically invaded Isabelle’s bedroom and she sent them AWAY? Yeah, sure RTL… This is what really happened.
Rating: NC-17
Warning(s): Inappropriate Shipping aka Incest
Word Count: 2,905
Author's Notes: Whipped into shape by the lovely S





Isabelle sighed. She was tired. She had training tomorrow. She was three weeks behind. She had to get up at 5.30. She couldn’t afford to lose sleep. She just couldn’t.

She glared at Tom first. He was her brother - he should have known better. And of course – as usual - he beamed at her with barely contained enthusiasm, the unspoken „Sorry sis“ hidden in a twitch of his lips.

Rolling her eyes she turned to her husband. Maybe he’d have the decency to feel guilty.
Ben almost managed to look apologetic but the proud gleam in his eyes told her everything she needed to know.

For some reason she coudn’t begin to understand this was important to Ben. Very important. Possibly as important as figure skating was to her.

And that look he exchanged with Tom, the shared understanding, made something twitch within her gut. She knelt up, grabbed the lapels of Ben’s jacket and pulled him into a slow, sensuous kiss.
He smiled into the kiss, surprised but pleased and made a small sound of contentment as he gently, softly pulled away the sleep mask to run a hand through her hair.

Isabelle delighted in how he always treated her like she was precious, like she was his princess. She deepened the kiss, pulling Ben closer to her and was only reminded of Tom’s presence when he cleared his throat pointedly.

Apparently Ben had forgotten about Tom as well because he started, overbalanced and sent Isabelle sprawling back inelegantly onto the bed. Trying to catch his balance Ben made an uncontrolled grab for Tom’s arm but only succeeded in unbalancing the other man as well and they landed in a heap at the foot of the bed, giggling like school children.

Isabelle watched them with detached amusement, shaking her head fondly. The two most important men in her life, one as immature as the other, it seemed.

Her eyes locked with Tom’s, his dancing with merriment. He struggled to sit up, squirming against Ben but suddenly he froze. A sharp gasp escaped Ben and she turned to stare at her husband, who was looking inexplicably sheepish all of a sudden. Eyes wide, pupils blown, the tips of his ears burning, he guiltily glanced up at Isabelle who only needed a heartbeat to understand.

A million thoughts raced through her head; how it had never occurred to her that Ben might be bi; how this was wrong because Tom was her brother and how it was right because Tom was her brother, her brother whom she loved, her brother who shared all her secrets; how she was jealous and not, because she’d much rather share Ben with Tom than with anybody else, how this might be just the thing she needed to convince Ben that he was so much better off with her and how the thought of Tom touching Ben, kissing Ben, fucking Ben was hot beyond anything she’d ever imagined.

Isabelle’s decision was made before she met Tom’s eyes again and she gave him an almost imperceptible nod. His eyes widened, questioning. She just smiled, silently nudging him towards Ben with her right leg.

Ben was now staring up at her, slack-jawed. Not his most attractive expression but certainly more adorable than it had any right to be, she thought distractedly. This had to be love.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest as Tom reached out and touched Ben’s jaw, turning his head to face him again. Isabelle watched, waiting for Ben’s reaction. There was a moment of silent communication between the two men before Tom tilted his head just so and bent down to touch his lips to Ben’s.

Isabelle exhaled a breath she hadn’t realised she’d been holding. This was beautiful. Ben’s eyes had fluttered close and she couldn’t get over how amazing it was to see him like this. Tentative yet trusting that it was okay to give in to his desires, trusting that it really was okay for her.

Startled she realised that this was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to trust her. Absolutely. Have faith in their relationship.

Was this just an experiment in trust, she wondered as she watched the two men kiss. After a moment she shook her head slightly, no. This had the potential to be something entirely different, new and absolutely wonderful she thought, elated.

Ben’s hands were tangled in Tom’s unruly hair and there was nothing tentative about the way they kissed any more.

Gracefully Isabelle rose to her knees and crawled over to the two men lying sprawled half on the bed and half on the floor. She put a hand on Tom’s shoulder and tugged. He turned his head to her and blinked in confusion before he understood. With a small smile he pulled back, sliding down onto the floor, making room for her. Ben looked at her dazedly for a moment but then he grinned, slightly embarrassed.

Nervously he ran a hand through his hair, obviously trying to think of something to say. She cut him off with a kiss. His lips were warm and soft, well-kissed.

He responded eagerly and shifting closer she could feel just how turned on he was. She reached down to unzip his trousers without looking and started when her hand collided with another. She glanced down and found Tom smiling at her impishly as he gently pushed her hand away.

With a shrug Isabelle dove back into the kiss. She could tell the exact moment Ben realised that it was Tom fumbling with his zipper and not her. He stilled beneath her touch, breathing hard into the kiss before he withdrew a couple of inches to stare at her, excitement and disbelief warring on his handsome face.

„What are we doing?“ he asked in a husky whisper.

„Does it feel good?“ she countered.

Out of the corner of her eye she could see that Tom had not stopped and Ben’s breath hitched as the other man cupped his erection through his boxer briefs. His eyelids fluttered, his lashes brushing against hers. Somehow this seemed so much more intimate than anything they’d done before. Ben stifled a moan but Isabelle wanted to hear, wanted to hear him come apart under her brother’s hands. Gently she tilted up his chin and ran her tongue over his lips, tasting, teasing.

„Does it feel good?“ she repeated.

„Yeah“, he exhaled and her mouth curved into a satisfied smile.

Unhurriedly she started to pull up his shirt while Tom made short work of his jeans and shoes. Their eyes met as Tom moved up again, running his hands over Ben’s thighs, gently pushing them apart to make room for himself to kneel between. Carelessly Isabelle discarded Ben’s shirt onto the floor.

„Watch!“ she whispered into Ben’s ear, making him shiver.

Obediently he opened his eyes and stared down at Tom who winked at him in return. Ben chuckled breathily and shook his head in disbelief. The chuckle turned into a moan quickly as Isabelle teased his earlobe with her teeth before turning her attention to his neck.

Tom freed Ben’s erection from his boxer briefs, pulling them down just enough to give him easy access and Isabelle couldn’t suppress a smile because Ben ever-so-eagerly lifted his hips to assist.
Isabelle watched her brother out of the corner of her eye, nibbling and sucking on Ben’s neck. She allowed her hands to roam over his pecs, his nipples pebbling under her nimble fingers.

Ben was panting, leaning back heavily on his elbows but still watching Tom intently. A small smile playing on his lips Tom leaned down and just exhaled a gust of hot air over the other man’s erection. Ben’s cock twitched and Isabelle didn’t even try to stifle her delighted giggle.

„You like that, don’t you?“ she whispered.

Her eyes locked with Tom’s.

„Just wait till he uses his tongue“, she carried on, licking a trail up Ben’s sensitive neck. „My brother has a very talented tongue.“

Tom took the hint and demonstrated just how talented his tongue was, making Ben clutch at the sheets ineffectively. Isabelle could feel his muscles twitching under her hand, desperately trying to hold back. They both watched in breathless anticipation how Tom’s too too clever tongue darted out again to lap up a tiny droplet of precome.

Tom’s lips closed around the tip of Ben’s cock and with a groan, Ben let his head drop back and Isabelle buried her face between his neck and his shoulder for just a moment, trying to catch her breath, clear her mind, because Ben’s obvious enjoyment of her brother’s ministrations was getting to her and it was hotter than she could ever have imagined.

„Wow“, she whispered and Ben craned his neck awkwardly to look at her, nudging her head gently with his shoulder.

She looked up. Ben’s face was flushed, eyes wide, he drew in a shuddery breath and his tongue flicked out to lick over his bottom lip and she simply could not resist. She leaned in for another kiss, shamelessly shifting closer, wanting, needing to feel his body, his heat against hers. He dropped back onto the bed and Isabelle followed him down instinctively, regretting for a second that they could no longer watch what Tom was doing but the sudden need for contact, reassurance won out.
Isabelle’s self-esteem had taken too many blows lately, she was not as certain of Ben’s devotion as she would have liked to be. And watching him come apart like this at her brother’s hand…

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath.

Amazingly Ben seemed to understand what she needed even better than she did, suddenly his lips were there, hot and soft against hers, his tongue invading her mouth with purpose, his left hand roaming under her pyjama top, the other tangled in her hair.

His entire focus seemed to be on her in that moment and Isabelle basked in his attention, in the knowlegde that she would not be cast aside because of this.

When she finally pulled back, glanced over her shoulder and found Tom still kneeling between Ben’s thighs, waiting, watching with a gleam in his eyes she realised that yes, she was ready and willing to share with him, invite him in, not just because it was hot but also because, this time it actually felt right.

She dropped to Ben’s side and reached out her hand to pull her brother up. Tom crawled up the bed until he was kneeling over her husband, staring down at him with his stunningly intense blue eyes.
Ben stared back for a moment or two, startling both Tom and Isabelle as his left hand suddenly shot up and he pulled the other man into a sloppy, languid kiss. Tom melted into the kiss with a groan, letting Ben explore without a hint of resistance.

Isabelle was watching again, her heart thudding in her chest. Ben’s other hand, still tangled under her pyjama top gently caressed her side. Slowly, almost reluctantly Tom withdrew from the kiss and started to move down again, paying attention to all the small details Isabelle loved so much. He nibbled and sucked along Ben’s stubbled jaw line, down his smooth throat, over his collarbones, teased his nipples and placed a small kiss on the tiny mole on Ben’s abdomen before dipping his tongue into his belly button, something that never failed to make her husband giggle. His arm tightened around Isabelle as he tried to twist out of the clever tongue’s reach.

„You’re overdressed“, he gasped her way between giggles. Isabelle chuckled.

Feeling naughty, she slipped out of her pyjama bottoms.

„Better?“ she whispered seductively.

„Much better“, he replied breathlessly.

They shared another kiss, slow, sensuos, and Ben’s hand drifted lower, sliding between her legs, rubbing, teasing. She pressed against him, gasping into the kiss. Ben’s breath hitched and Isabelle broke the kiss, glancing down.

Tom was back between Ben’s legs, kiss swollen lips now wrapped around Ben’s cock, head bobbing up and down with purpose. Ben’s left hand grappled for the sheets uselessly, for a moment Isabelle thought that he wanted to bury it in Tom’s hair but didn’t dare to. Ben’s next statement derailed any clear train of thought…

„I wanna taste you“, he mumbled.

She blinked at him stupidly for a second or two before the hand he had been caressing her with came up and he licked his fingers, moaning shamelessly.

Eyes locked on hers he stretched out his hand and dragged his index finger over her bottom lip. Automatically her tongue flicked out. She could still taste herself there. Tom’s sudden groan rang loud in her ears.

„Come on“, Ben encouraged her, eyes heavy-lidded.

He directed her to kneel over him, facing her brother who had now slowed his pace, holding Ben’s erection with one hand and idly licking and sucking up and down the shaft. She couldn’t actually see what Tom was doing with his other hand but she could guess.

Another sharp spike of arousal flashed through her body as Ben’s tongue touched her just as Tom caught and held her gaze and Isabelle could almost feel her entire body flush with excitement. Ben’s strong hands relentlessly roamed over her thighs, buttocks, waist, everywhere he could reach and every quiet groan Tom coaxed out of her husband reverberated through her entire body.

It was too much, she let her body drop forward, landing on her hands and knees, her face mere inches from Tom’s. His eyes were impossibly wide and blue and he had the audacity to wink at her as though this didn’t affect him just as much as it affected her. She could see his hand moving now, heard the little gasps and moans he was making around Ben’s cock.

She leaned a little closer, his eternally messy hair brushing against her cheek as he moved up and down, the air he exhaled hot on her skin. He pulled away from Ben’s erection, offering it to her. Moaning she dipped the tip of her tongue into the little slit, carefully nibbling around the head, kissing, licking. Tom moved back in to work the shaft and Isabelle could feel Ben tense and groan underneath her.

„Yes“, she whispered breathlessly, pulling back. Tom chuckled at her, but his breathing was ragged.
Affectionately she brushed a strand of damp hair out of his eyes, wondering for a fraction of a second what it would feel like to just kiss him now. It would be so easy.

„Yeah“, he moaned, startling her.

She wondered if she had said that out loud. But he just flashed her a smile before he eagerly swallowed Ben down again. Ben’s fingers dug into her thighs, almost painfully. Isabelle could tell that he was close. So was she.

She closed her eyes and just felt, listened, letting everything wash over her. The incredible heat of Ben’s relentless tongue, interrupted only by the occasional groan, the slight burn from his stubble, the way his hands clenched and unclenched on her thighs, Tom’s close proximity, the slick pull of skin against skin as he was bringing himself closer and closer to completion, breathing sharply through his nose. Ben twitched and jerked underneath her and his drawn out moan was all it took to send her spiralling over the edge as well. Her mind blanked out under the onslaught of sensations, body convulsing.

When she opened her eyes again, panting harshly, Tom was delicately licking around the head of Ben’s spent cock. With a content sigh she rolled herself off Ben, lazily trailing a hand over his sensitive abs. He was shaking with suppressed laughter but pushed himself up to a sitting position with a groan.

„Did you…?“ he asked Tom, eyes flicking down.

Tom was still stroking himself, Isabelle realised belatedly. Something flashed in Ben’s eyes as she watched him shuffle closer to Tom. He brushed the pads of his fingers over Tom’s chin, tilting his head upwards. Then he very deliberately leaned down and swiped his tongue over Tom’s lips. Tom exhaled shakily. He allowed Ben to pull him up onto the bed to stradle his legs and Isabelle shifted to make room for him. Tom’s leg brushed against her arm and without thinking she put her hand on his knee.

Isabelle watched the men kiss again, unrestrained and without finesse and another thrill of excitement ran through her. Ben wrapped his hand over Tom’s and together they brought Tom to completion. He slumped against Ben, gasping, clinging.

„Wow!“ he said shakily, head buried against the other man’s chest.

Ben nuzzled his hair with his nose, laughing quietly.

„Yeah“, he agreed, locking eyes with Isabelle.

She sat up and pressed a kiss to the top of Tom’s head before nudging her nose gently against Ben’s.

„Yes, wow“, she whispered.

Tom shifted beside her and she could feel him chuckling.

„If dad finds out, he’ll have a coronary.“

She laughed and cuffed him around the head.

„Idiot.“

Glancing at the alarm clock on her bedside table she sighed.

„Well, if you’re still so keen on that footage we’d better grab a shower and get going, boys“, she said, getting to her feet.

Smiling, she pulled off her pyjama top and dropped it on the bed, before striding over to the bathroom with purpose. At the door she turned.

„You coming?“