“You’re ashamed of the things we feel,” Melinda said, tears welling in her eyes. Robert had been bad, but this… this she never expected from Jace.
He moved to her, his face softening. “No, Melinda, I’m not ashamed. In its time and place it was something I needed, had to have to continue living. But things have changed. Four years have gone by.”
He reached out and held her in his arms. She pressed against him, secure in his embrace.
“Melinda, Susan and I are going to be married,” he said. “Do you understand now?”
It hit her like a ton of bricks dropped from a tenth story window. Now the pieces fell into place. She understood his estranged behavior to her.
“And you haven’t told her about us, have you?” Her dark eyes rolled up to him.
“No,” he said with a shake of his head. “After what happened with Robert, you can understand, can’t you? Susan is the woman I’ve chosen to be my wife, to live my life with. I can’t afford to lose her, Melinda. And she couldn’t accept the fact that her husband had been his sister’s lover.”
“You and Susan…” she mulled the sound of it aloud. Susan had secrets of her own, Melinda thought, remembering last night and their lovemaking. She wondered what Jace would do if he knew that his sister was also his future wife’s lover. She bit her lip, keeping Susan’s secret.
“Damn it, Melinda, I still love you as a sister, as a woman,” Jace said. “But we can’t spend our lives together, not as man and woman. What I’ve found with Susan is something special. I love her, Melinda. And she loves me. What we’ve got is more complete than anything you and I had.”
She looked at him in disbelief. Even with Robert, she had never found the things she had with her own brother. How could he say Susan meant more? He had just forgotten those long nights together, lost in the magic of their bodies. She would have to refresh his mind and rekindle those embers of desire she knew smothered in her brother’s loins.
Melinda eased up on her tiptoes, pressing the feminine bulges of her tits into Jace’s chest. She gazed at him, long and lovingly. Her lips, red, sensuous, and inviting, parted to reveal the pink, moist flicker of her tongue. Her head tilted toward his.
“No!” Jace pushed her away. “Please, Melinda. You know I could never resist you. Don’t make it hard for the both of us.”
He turned his back to her. She was undaunted. Quickly, she skinned away her blouse and tossed it to the ground. Her braless tits jiggled and danced, swinging from her chest like elongated pendulums when she bent to peel down her slacks and panties. When she stood, she was naked.
“Jace,” she called to her brother. “Jace, look at me. I need you, Jace.”
The black-haired artist turned. Indecision wrinkled deep into his forehead. His eyes filled with agony. “No, Melinda. We can’t. We have to leave the past behind. We…”
“I want my brother,” Melinda said, eyeing him like a hungry feline. Her hands rose to the creamy cones of her young breasts, temptingly letting her fingers caress the smoothness of her own flesh. “I want my brother to fuck me.”
Jace’s gaze homed in on the alluring mounds of tit flesh, the dark, fleshy cherries topping each. Her thumbs rolled the twin nipples, making them stand at attention. In his groin a familiar fiery sensation flamed anew, a fire he thought dead. His palms were wet with sweat and his mouth dry. Still, he shook his head, resisting the carnal magic his siren sister wove.
“Jace, I want you in me. I want to feel that big, fat cock drilled deep into my cunt. I want my brother to fuck me,” she said.
Her coal-black eyes gleaming with determination, Melinda slowly started toward him. Like a sleek panther stalking her prey, she came.
Jace’s gaze moved over his sister’s nakedness. Her breasts, so tempting, looking as though they were meant for a man’s hands and mouth, bobbed and jiggled. Her nipples traced invisible circles in the air. Her stomach was sleek, flat and taut. Her legs, long and shapely, held a firmness that caused his testicles to tighten, then retighten.
His eyes moved up, homing in on the dark muff of fleece covering the womanly mound nestled between her creamy thighs. He could see the pinkness of her pussy lips and the moist droplets of arousal already welling from her quim.
“Fuck me, Jace. Your sister wants her brother’s cock, wants him to ball her.” Melinda’s eyes played over her brother, finally resting on his crotch and the tell-tale bulge of hardness that rose there. “You want me, Jace. You can’t deny it. You ache for your sister, ache to ream her cunt.”
He didn’t move when she reached him, her fingers fumbling the buttons open on his shirt and removing it. His legs quivered and he trembled when she unfastened his jeans and opened their fly. Yet, he stepped free of the denim and his jockey shorts at her command.
Smiling, feeling the control she held over her brother, she casually let her gaze take in his nakedness. There were other men more muscular, more handsome, but none as desirable as her own brother. Juices flowed like a hot flood within her core. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
That he did indeed want her was proven by a very needy-looking cock that jutted stiffly from his hairy groin. The thick lance of man meat jerked and twitched with undeniable arousal. She grinned. Susan was forgotten for the moment. She held Jace’s complete attention.
Her tongue flicked out, wetting the sensual fullness of her lips. Her hand reached out and lightly stroked up and down the rigid rail of her brother’s prick. He whimpered and moaned, still fighting her, but unable to control the desires that burned in his loins.
Watching him watch her, she slowly sank to her knees in the grass before him. Slavishly, she knelt at his feet, her gently fondling fingers still taunting up and down the turgid length of his manhood, causing drops of preseminal fluid to ooze from its plum-like crown. Again she licked her lips.
Slowly, oh so slowly, she leaned toward his groin. Her tongue, its very tip, snaked out and tapped the slitted mouth of his cock. He groaned, his prick jerking urgently under the intimate contact.
So different he tastes from Susan, she thought, savoring that drop of man-juice caught on her tongue. Different even from Robert, and she had drank down gallons of his come during their time together. Her brother’s musky taste was so familiar it caused her to ache — made her want to throw her mouth around the engorged pole of flesh shafting before her face.
She repressed the urge. She wanted to make him hurt with lust — make him remember that time when only she mattered in his life — make him remember the nights and days they shared.
Again her tongue flicked out. This time, she ran its tip along the veined underside of his cock. The stiff rod jumped and jerked. His legs quivered violently as though threatening to collapse. She smiled to herself.
Downward, her tongue traveled. It tapped and toyed over the rumpled sac of his testicles. She felt the heavy-laden rocks of lust shoot around within the confines of their bag. She knew his desire consumed him, knew he could no longer resist her or what she offered.
Leaving his baggy scrotum glistening with a sheen of salvia, she licked back up his prick. Reaching its throbbing glans, she opened her mouth. Her lips pouted over the swollen crown. His cock moved inward, sliding over the velvet carpet of her tongue.
Abruptly, she changed tactics. Instead of a slow languid worshipping mouth-love, she threw her head forward. His cock shot in to fill her face and half her throat. Then she jerked back. Then forward again.
She fucked her face on his cock. Continuously her head rocked back and forth while she sucked up and down the pulsating length of his prick.
Above her, he watched. He groaned and moaned. Thicker and thicker the knot of lust grew in his balls. His cock seemed to swell to twice its normal size. He ached, hurting with the need for release and lust for this wanton siren who was his sister.