Suddenly, Melinda pulled her lips from his dork with a loud, wet pop. She rolled back on the grass, stretching out on her back. Her legs opened widely, offering him a lewd invitation.
“Now, my brother,” she said. “Give it to me. Fuck your sister’s pussy. Shove that beautiful cock all the way back into my mouth.”
He didn’t hesitate now. For the moment, Susan was forgotten. Only the need for his sister flamed within him.
Sliding between her spread thighs, he mounted her voluptuous body. His slickened cock needed no guiding hand to help it find the moist lips of her quim. His cocks crown easily slipped between those pinkly pouting lips. Melinda grunted, surprised by the ease with which he entered her, his full length drilling into the depths of her belly.
He grabbed her arms and pinned them above her head, holding them at the wrists with one hand. His eyes glared down at her holding a mixture of lust and contempt.
“You want it, baby sister,” he grunted in an almost bestial voice. “Now, I’m going to give it to you!”
His hips jerked up and slammed down, reaming the soft folds of her cunt. His full weight pounded into her nakedness, strength centering between her wanton thighs. Her whole body jarred and shuddered beneath the fleshy impalement. She groaned, lust swirling up from her core.
Again he pulled back and pumped inward. Once again, she could not escape the full power of his deep-grinding stroke. The ground wasn’t like a bed. It didn’t give, didn’t absorb any of the shock. Her body took the total impact. She whimpered out.
He’s raping me! My own brother is raping me! She realized she had seduced him, sucked him, teased him just to get his cock into her pussy. But he wasn’t giving it to her the way she expected. Jace was not making love to her, he was raping her — a willing victim. Each ramming thrust of his loins was punishment for her control over him. He didn’t want it to be pleasant for her.
She whimpered again, struggling to free her hands. His grip tightened until it seemed as though he were going to cut off the circulation to her hands. “Jace, let me go! You’re hurting me!”
He laughed, his hips slamming into her crotch, filling her body with the stiffness of his meaty lance. “Fuck you, bitch! That’s what you wanted. And that’s what you’re getting.”
She struggled, bucking and twisting. He still rode her vulnerable body. She couldn’t throw him off her. She writhed and whimpered.
In and out, his pistoning pole reamed. Hard and swollen it filled her. Her brief moment of panic and fear faded. Her want and need for her brother grew again. She felt her resistance and anger to his violent attack melt away. Desire flared anew.
“Yes,” she moaned beneath the pounding punishment of his powerful body. “Fuck me! Fuck me, brother!”
Harder and deeper he threw himself into her. She now welcomed the brutal thrust of his hips. Her own body responded. Her pelvis arched up and down in rhythm with his demanding strokes. She gyrated her hips, twisting around the skewering stalk of cock.
She cried out when his free hand gripped one of her tits and squeezed. It hurt, or at least she thought it did. But it didn’t matter, she now floated in that realm where pain and pleasure melt together, indistinguishable from one another.
Her cunt ached, its folds feeling like molten lava, hot and burning. Delicious friction ran up her belly with each driving stroke of his cock. She rocked under him, worshipping and loving the punishing impact of his body.
Crying out in abandoned wantonness, she came. Her whole world seemed to explode around her. In total ecstasy she soared. Trembles of delight transformed to full-fledged flesh-quakes of pleasure.
Atop her, her brother suddenly threw himself full weight into her. His cock sank ball-deep into the sleeving harbor of her quim. Deep from the aching balls of his testicles rushed a flood of sperm and semen. Through his cock it burned, then jetted in scalding fountains from his glans.
She felt each of those blasting spurts, felt her brother’s seed drench the innermost recesses of her cunt, flood her. Gallon upon gallon of come erupted from his loins. He filled her quivering channel until her pussy lips overflowed with his load. A warm trickle oozed from her cunt and ran down the smoothness of her thigh, quickly turning cool in the open air.
Jace sagged, exhausted, atop her. His hand released her wrists. His punishing fingers slipped from her aching breast. She sighed, fully satisfied.
He lay on her until his come-slick cock deflated and slithered like a small snake from her pussy. Then he rose and looked down at her. There was no satisfaction in his face, only relief. A hollowness filled her, while she watched him turn to gather up his clothes.
Her legs still shaking, she managed to rise and dress. Jace once again had his camera and was snapping off the remaining shot on the film roll.
It’s over, she thought. He was right.
In that instant she realized things had changed, just as her brother had said. She had hoped that once within her body she could turn back the pages of time. But now she knew it was impossible. Jace was still her brother, he still loved her, still desired her. But he was right, they couldn’t share their lives as man and woman.
It was something she guessed she knew all along, but could never accept. Now she did. She had been wrong in returning home.
Sucking in a deep breath, she summoned her strength and walked to her brother’s side. She took his hand and looked into his eyes.
“Jace, I’m sorry,” she said. “I thought I could bring it all back. I didn’t mean to hurt you, or make you hate me. I was wrong. I’m sorry, Jace. I’m sorry.”
He pulled her to him and held her close. “Me too, baby sister. I had to make you see how it is now.”
“I know,” she said, trying to smile. “I know.”
Jace lifted her chin. “I still love you, Melinda. I still want you as a woman. But it’s something we have to forget. We have to live our own lives now. All we can have is what other brothers and sisters have.”
“I know,” she said, still not wanting to accept it, to let everything they shared slip away. “Kiss me once more, Jace. Please, kiss me.”
He did, long and hard, letting her know that his words weren’t just words, but real feelings that still tore him up inside. For minutes they clung to one another, man and woman, brother and sister. When their lips parted, so did their hands.
Apart, separate, two individuals, they walked back to the car. In silence, neither looking at the other, they drove back to the house.
That evening, Susan was even more perplexed by the strange rift that had come between Jace and Melinda. Still she did, not question either of them, afraid her own secret might come to light. Whatever it was, she was sure the brother and sister could work it out between themselves.
The next morning, before Jace and Susan rose from the bed they now shared, Melinda called a taxi, packed her bags and left.
CHAPTER FIVE
Melinda carefully placed a stack of photos on Alan Cear’s desk. Her boss, busily slipping prints into envelopes, then addressing them, didn’t look up.
“That’s the last of the Farley prints, Alan,” she said. “Can I help with the envelopes?”
Alan glanced up at the clock — 10 P.M.. “Melinda, you’re something else! One of the best photographers I’ve found in this area and one hell of a hard worker. I can’t thank you enough for helping me out tonight.”
“That’s all right,” she replied. “I didn’t have anything else planned for tonight. Now do you need me to help with the envelopes?”
“Enough is enough,” Alan answered with a shake of his head. “You’re really unbelievable, you know. The only trouble is, I get the distinct feeling that one of these days you’re going to walk out of here and start a photography studio of your own.”