Creagon's hands released Melissa's wrists, gliding down to take cupping holds of Melissa's ass cheeks. Creagon used his holds to nudge Melissa's pelvis even closer into his lower body. Creagon's hard cock rubbed its concealed belly against the mound of Melissa's sex.
That hardness was his cock! That hardness was her own brother's cock! Jesus… Holy… Jesus… Mary… Mother… Of… God help me… help me… help…
"Baaaaaaaaaastard!" Melissa screamed, wrenching her lips away from those of her brother. She brought her flattened palms to his chest and pushed with a reserve of strength she couldn't possibly have known she possessed.
She came free, sprung from the trap like a frightened bird from its cage.
She turned and ran, into the forest, into the trees, toward the house and its safety.
Creagon didn't follow. He stood right where he was, watching as his sister disappeared into the woods.
And, Creagon was smiling. Because, he had felt the response of that long-ago sister lurking there within Melissa's frigid facade. He had felt the way that other Melissa had momentarily surrendered to his embrace, momentarily responded to his kissing.
By God, there was yet hope for his sister!
Chapter 5
John Mason stopped, wiped the sweat caused by the afternoon sunshine from his forehead, and listened. Yep, he heard it. Unless his ears were deceiving him, there was a stream just up the path a bit. Last night at dinner, John had been listening while Creagon's reminiscing had included a reference to a swimming hole not far into the woods behind the house.
John began walking, anxious to get to the water. It has been a hot day, having gotten really stuffy about three o'clock.
John was enjoying his little stroll, positive that his constitutional was going to leave him in a far better mood than Melissa's little walk had done for her that morning. John was really a little curious as to what had happened to upset his wife as much as it obviously had that morning. Whatever, Melissa didn't seem at all inclined to talk it over with her husband.
Melissa had come into the room, slamming the door behind her. She had then hurriedly locked it. Yes, damn it, locked it, as if she had been pursued by all the furies turned loose from hell. She had leaned her back against the closed door and had looked wide-eyed into the room, obviously not having realized John had been lying on the bed.
"Run into a bear in the woods?" John had asked, not knowing if he should really be concerned or not. As of late, his wife had become a bit erratic in her behavior, to say the least.
Melissa had turned her attention on him, and for a moment hadn't seemed to recognize him at all. Strange, very strange. Then she had calmed down faster than John could have ever thought possible.
"Don't be silly," Melissa had said. "There hasn't been a bear around here in ages."
She had then turned and tried to open the door to leave, actually surprised to find that the door was locked. She had already forgotten she had just locked it. John had watched while she had finally managed to get the door open. She then stepped into the hallway beyond and pulled the door shut behind her.
John really wished Melissa would go see a doctor. She had actually looked flushed. However, about an hour ago, Melissa and Creagon entering the downstairs library for another conference with the family lawyers, Melissa had looked well enough.
Oh, well, John couldn't be bothered. It was a beautiful day for a stroll. Melissa and Creagon probably wouldn't be done with all that legal shit before dinner, Marne was off somewhere (probably taking a beauty nap-she had to do something to maintain those sizzling good looks).
The more John saw of the house and its grounds, the more he liked them. Of course, he had really been a bit awed by them when he'd been courting Melissa; but, by now, he was convinced he could be quite happy living here. The place probably was a bit big for just him and Melissa; but, Marne had been dropping a few hints here and there that she and Creagon wouldn't be adverse to the idea of moving in with John and Melissa and sharing the expense: which made the idea of keeping up the place a little more feasible. John had been going to venture the idea to Melissa himself, but he hadn't done so yet. Melissa was so funny lately, he wasn't sure when or how to go about talking to her at all.
Creagon emerged from the trees and stood on the bank of a fairly large and fast-moving stream. The path he was on turned both to the left and to the right to parallel the water. He decided to head upstream.
The water was clear, made foaming white where it flowed up and over rocks to make slideways down the other side. The present spot was just a little too swift for swimming; nor, for that matter, was it really deep enough.
John had about decided he had turned in the wrong direction; but then, the rapids smoothed out, and the stream bed dropped away into several holes large enough for swimming. John sat down on a flat rock that extended out over the water. He began taking off his shoes.
There was no shade on the rock or on the water. The rock was warm beneath John's ass. The water continued to look pleasantly cool, despite the sunshine.
While still sitting, John removed his shirt. He then stood and simultaneously dropped his pants and undershorts. He stepped out of the resulting pile.
John's cock and balls had grown sweaty with his walking. John used his right hand to jiggle his genitals, getting air in to dissolve the stickiness.
Bare-ass naked, he walked to the edge of the hole, contemplated a dive, decided the clear water probably made the depth deceptive. So, he sat down on the lip of the rock that extended out over the water, and he eased his body into the pool.
Cool, hell! The water was downright cold! John felt his scrotum shrinking in the chill, his penis going even more compact than usual. Still, after the heat of the day, and the sweat conjured from his little hike, the water felt damn good.
John swam for a few minutes, then floated on his back, then noticed that he was being watched. He couldn't see the face, it was conveniently hidden behind a thickly leafed branch on a head-high bush. John could see the lower hem of a dress, however, as well as the pair of shapely legs below.
John suspected immediately that he knew who his visitor was. Probably that dark-haired little maid who was always giving him the eye up at the house. Had she decided to take a few minutes break and see for herself whether John was willing to offer her more than just his come-on smile?
Well, normally, John would have had second thoughts about fooling around with the help. However, he had been a few days without cunt; and, since Melissa wasn't being accommodating-which was par for the course…
John swam to the rock and pulled himself up out of the water. He came to a standing position and shook himself like a wet dog, sending water splattering in every which direction. His cock flapped against first his right thigh and then against his left.
John was well aware that the cool water had made his cock and balls a little less presentable than they might have normally been. However, even now, what hung suspended between his legs was certainly enough to keep any woman's interest. And, as the sun warmed the chilled neck of his penis and penetrated the shriveled skin of his scrotum, things would even get bigger-if not even before then.
John reached down with his right hand and took hold of his penis. He pulled to stretch it to almost twice its length. He then rubbed it to get some hardness into it immediately. It wasn't a very difficult thing to get his cock started to an erection. Knowing he had an audience didn't slow things down any, either. His prick came to life without hesitation. Blood started flushing into the penile tubes and getting trapped inside them.