John momentarily left his cock to its own jerks toward stiffness. With the flat of his hand, he wiped his chest and belly free of most of the water that still clung there. He then turned to give his hidden admirer a look at his ass buns-women usually had a thing for male ass. By the time he turned back, his cock was stuck straight out from his body and was going even harder.
John fisted his cock with his right hand and cupped his balls with his left. He rolled his hips in a sensuous fucking motion, letting his cock fuck his hand.
"If you were a husband of mine, I'd want to know why you were out here playing with yourself instead of back at the house trying to give my cunt all of that goodness," Marne said, coming out from behind her inadequate concealment.
"Oh, it's you, sister," John said, easily recognizing Marne in her short skirt and cashmere sweater. It was obvious Marne wasn't wearing a brassiere under that sweater, either. John could, he was sure, see the bumps his sister's nipples were making in the softly clinging wool material. "I thought you were someone else."
"Obviously," Marne said, flashing her brother a conspiratorial smile. At the same time, she noticed John hadn't pulled his hand away from his cock. And, her brother had actually commenced a languid pumping of his hardness.
"I thought you were back at the house getting some shut-eye," John said, giving Marne a decidedly boyish grin. "Creagon reminds me of the kind of guy who would keep a pretty wife like you up most every night."
"My married life is quite all right, thank-you," Marne said. "How, by the way, is yours?"
It was obvious Marne had struck a tender nerve. John gave her a frown and turned loose of his cock. He walked to a nearby rock and sat down on it, looking up at his sister.
"My married life is shitty, thank-you," John said. "But then, we both knew that already, didn't we? Why else am I here, playing with myself, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera?"
Marne found a rock close to the one John was seated on. She sat down, facing her brother. She used her right hand to brush a few strands of her fiery hair out of her eyes.
"Do you know, John, just how much you've changed since your return from Nam?"
"You think I've changed, do you?"
"The old John would have grabbed his clothes the minute he saw me, and he would have been blushing and flustered as all hell by now."
"Yea, maybe I have changed," John admitted.
"Actually, it's quite an improvement," Marne said. "Take the word of someone who has known you all of your life."
"Or, maybe I should take the word of my wife, huh?" John asked. "I'd venture a guess that she would beg to differ with you on whether my change has been for the better."
"Which brings me to one of the reasons I've trekked all of this distance for this little family chat."
"How's that?"
"Melissa told Creagon this morning that she's going to ask you for a divorce," Marne said.
"Damn it to hell!" John said loudly. He got to his feet and turned his back to Marne.
"Does that idea upset you?" Marne asked. "I somehow thought-what with the way things were going-that a divorce might have fit the bill all the way around."
"I would have never married her if I hadn't loved her," John said, turning back to his sister, apparently having gotten his emotions under control. "Just because I might have changed in some ways in Nam, that doesn't mean that I still don't love her."
"That's what Creagon said you'd say," Marne said. "I don't know why, but I had to hear it with my own ears. It would have made things so much easier if you would have been happy to take the big divorce settlement Melissa was planning on laying on you and then move on to better times."
"Easier for whom?"
"Well, Creagon has kind of a plan."
"A plan for what?"
"Matrimonial bliss-maybe," Marne ventured.
"Mine?"
"I said maybe."
"Since when did your husband become God's chief miracle worker? Because, before he could do anything for my and Melissa's declining conjugal bliss, a miracle worker is just what he would have to be."
"He'd like to talk to you about it anyway. Say tonight after dinner? Do you think you might get away from Melissa for an hour or so?"
"That shouldn't be at all difficult," John said. "She's already made arrangements to make the transition at the house from twin beds to separate rooms."
"I'm sorry for all that's worth."
"And I'm sorry, too, for all that's worth."
"You know, she is planning to make the divorce monetarily worth your while? I did mention that, didn't I?"
"Which would make me feel like a well-paid whore, except she hasn't even given me the opportunity to earn my stud fees."
"Still…"
"The money, I suppose, will be some consolation if Creagon's plan doesn't work?"
"Somewhere out there, there are women just waiting for what you can give them with that big cock of yours, brother."
"You think so?"
"You fishing for a bit of flattery?"
"As bruised as my masculine ego has gotten as of late, I'll take anything I can get."
"Okay. If I hadn't been your sister, I would have jumped out of the bushes and raped you on the spot."
"What's all this 'if you weren't my sister' stuff? You weren't going to let our blood relation stop you once upon-a-time, if my memory serves me right, were you?" John asked, smiling sheepishly.
"Oh, you remember that, do you?" Marne asked with a laugh, just a little embarrassed-although she didn't know why she should be. "Well, you see, it was this way. Then I thought my brother needed a little assist. And frankly, now, I think, he's quite capable of managing on his own."
"And there's Creagon to think about, now, huh?"
"You mean, would my husband get all hot and bothered by even the tone of this present conversation?" Marne asked and gave another amused little laugh. "Do you really see Creagon getting angry about this?"
"We were-if only jokingly-talking about incest, you know?"
"Were we now?" Marne asked. Her eyes ran down her brother's muscled chest, over his belly, focusing lasciviously on his cock.
John's cock was still hard-even harder than it had been, were that possible.
"I-N-C-E-S-T," John spelled. "We both know your thoughts on it. Creagon's might not be quite so liberal."
"Maybe you'd better sit down for a minute," Marne said, smiling. "You might not be able to take what I'm about to tell you if you're standing."
"Try me."
"You and I just talk about the possibility. My husband and your wife have done the real thing."
She had shocked him. And, well she had meant to; although, she thought maybe she should have let Creagon break that bit of news in his own way.
"Creagon and…"
"Come on, John, spit it out!"
"… and Melissa?"
"Now, with that under his belt, do you think my husband could care less if you and I talked, or even indulged in I-N-C-E-S-T?"
Marne laughed as she saw that her brother had decided to sit down, after all John's expression, when he looked up at Marne, was so dumbfounded that Marne found it hilarious.
"Jesus, John, if you only knew how funny you look."
"You are kidding, aren't you? I mean, about Creagon and Melissa?"
"Creagon would have told you himself," Marne said. "He still will, for that matter It's part of the conversation he has planned for this evening."
"Creagon-that part I don't find quite so shocking, but…"
"You seem to be getting tongue-tied more and more lately," Marne said with her shiny smile. "Are you trying to say, 'quite so shocking as Melissa's involvement'?"
"Let's just say I would have been less shocked if you'd told me Creagon had plugged the ass of his old man."