"Creagon says the Melissa you and I are seeing isn't the real Melissa at all. What do you think? After all, you're married to the woman."
"Melissa hasn't changed since I've known her, even if I have."
"For your sake, then, I hope Creagon is right."
"You wouldn't like to go into a bit more detail as to what Creagon has in mind, would you?"
"Actually, I've probably gone into too much detail the way it is. Promise to act just a little surprised when my husband tells you about him and Melissa, won't you?"
"Creagon and Melissa," John said, shaking his head in wonder. "I really didn't think my wife had it in her. I really find it hard to believe even now."
"I can't think of any reason why Creagon would bother lying about such a thing, can you?"
"You're right: why would he lie?"
"Will the real Melissa Mason please stand up."
"Tell your husband I wouldn't miss this evening little chat for the world."
"I'll tell him," Marne said. She got to her feet. Her brother stood to join her.
"By the way, did you ever mention why you were hiding in the bushes?" John asked, his lips pulling back in an attractive grin.
"I was merely enjoying the show. You've filled out good deal, by the way, since the last time I saw you naked. I was impressed by the view. I still am, for that matter."
"You'd better leave and let me get back to the masturbation I'd started," John said. "If nothing else this conversation has made me considerably horny."
Marne pursed her lips and gave the impression of indulging herself in a moment of astute thought.
"You know," Marne said finally, "Creagon really wouldn't get upset if you and I were to decide to… well, you know…"
John swallowed. His cock jerked noticeably at his belly. His cock mouth gushed an oozing of translucent pre-seminal juices.
"I wouldn't want to get on your husband's bad side," John said evasively.
Was he actually even considering his sister's suggestion?
"Creagon and I sometimes separately try out potential and then bring him or her home for three. ways," Marne said, smiling as she tore down one more barrier. "Consider yourself potential."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. I will have to make one little stipulation, however. Since I'm presently off the pill in hopes of getting pregnant, I'll have to insist you fuck either my mouth or my ass hole-not my cunt."
There was a short pause; and then, Marne laughed in genuine amusement.
"Oh, Johnny, there is still a bit of the shy young boy in you after all, isn't there?" Marne said, hardly able to contain more chuckles. "I do actually believe I have made you just a wee-bit embarrassed."
"What a hussy you are," John said, smiling all the while, knowing that he was somehow ready to do now what he hadn't been ready to do when he and Marne had been younger. "I think I must have known you always were one."
"And I wonder: did I always know you were a stud underneath that early veneering of shy awkwardness?" Marne asked, crossing her arms down over her stomach, her hands taking hold of her sweater. She pulled the sweater tail out of her skirt, lifting her arms skyward to peel the material up and over her naked breasts.
"Oh, I don't suppose that you did," John said, licking his lips to remove some of the sudden dryness. "But at the time, I doubt whether I suspected it, either."
At John's belly, his cock gave several quick jerks. More pre-seminal juices oozed from the lips of his cock mouth and drooled over the pulpy cock dome. As a sudden, even more intense spasm brought John's cock head back to a thumping against John's stomach, clear liquid was splattered into the tangling brown pubic hair around John's navel.
"Tell me, John, has your cock grown, too, since those early days?" Marne asked. Her sweater was off, her full breasts and taut nipples naked in the sun. She quickly undid the snaps of her skirt, preparing to drop it. "Your cock does look bigger."
"Had I measured it then, I might better be able to tell you."
"I thought all young boys measured and compared their cocks. All the boys I knew always did."
"It's nine inches now. Will that do?"
"Yes, I think it should do quite nicely," Marne said. "And, since I'm going to all of this bother to take off my clothes, I'm hoping it's my ass you've decided to fuck instead of my mouth."
"The way I'm feeling now, I'm liable to be creaming before my cock even gets near your ass hole."
"Then you better be able to come through with more than one orgasm a session, brother dear," Marne said, her skirt and half-slip dropped. She stepped out of the pile of clothing and out of her shoes at the same time. Now, all she had on was her panty hose. Her fiery triangle of pubic hair was readily visible beneath the stretched nylon covering her crotch. "But then, I'll bet there's no problem there, is there?"
"Here, let me help you off with those," John said, dropping down before her, simultaneously reaching for Marne's discarded skirt to use as a cushion for his knees.
John put a hand to each of Marne's hips, slowly beginning to roll down the waistband of her panty hose. His face was on level with Marne's cunt. He bowed his head into Marne's crotch, his mouth sucking on his sister's pussy through the material that still covered it.
"You sexy bastard," Marne moaned, putting her hands on her brother's head, combing her fingers through John's damp brown hair. "If Melissa is ass enough to let you slip through her fingers, you're going to have no problems coming up with a replacement for her. I guarantee it."
Marne groaned softly as her body was shaken with the definite tinglings of a minor orgasm.
Chapter 6
Marne was still standing. John, having first removed his sister's panty hose, and then having eaten her through another clitoral orgasm, had come to his feet and moved to stand behind her. John's throat went dry with the sight of Marne's smooth and lusciously rounded ass buns.
"Come on, brother, fuck me," Marne said. The way John had licked her cunt to climax had let Marne get all nice and hot for the feel of John's cock up her ass hole.
John was just as anxious-if not more so-to have his cock up Marne's anus as his sister was to have his cock put there. John didn't know if the fact that he was planning to fuck his sister's ass had anything to do with it, or if he was just so turned on because he had been so long without genuine sex, but he was really hot and excited. His hand was actually trembling as he took hold of his penis neck and stroked it for its natural lubricating juices.
John was going to part Marne's ass buns with his left hand; but, his sister was one step ahead of him. Marne reached her hands back around to her buttocks and clamped one hand to each of her ass cheeks. She pulled her buns open along their crease, revealing to John her brown and wrinkled anus opening.
"Oh, baby… oh, baby," John mumbled, putting his pulpy cock head to Marne's pucker and watching as his cock mouth oozed a new mess of clear juices to make the anal eye even browner.
"Stick me, brother," Marne said, wiggling her ass invitingly. This whole scene had turned out to be even more exciting than Marne had at first imagined it would be. She was glad she had talked John into it, "Ram that blood-engorged meatiness of yours so far up my rectum that I can taste it."
John stepped in closer to his sister's spread ass, his hips pressing his pulpy cock crown against the rubbery target area so that the sphincter ring was forced to slowly roll open beneath the pressure.
"Fuck me!" Marne commanded, giving a backward bucking of her hips which announced a good half of her brother's stiff meatiness to her bowel. Marne gave her ass a whipping motion that let some of John's cock work free just before driving back into Marne's ass hole even deeper.