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.
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."
"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.