Susan stirred in that drowsy state of semi-awareness of half- sleep. Satisfying memories moved slowly within her mind, replaying themselves.
After returning from the store, the four of them had managed one run down the intermediate slope before darkness, then a very nice dinner before the blazing fireplace. Somewhat surprisingly, Jace and Melinda seemed to be tearing down whatever barrier had risen between them.
Then, she sighed to herself, she and Jace had retired to their bedroom. Despite the physical demands of skiing, her husband didn't have sleep on his mind.
Instead, after they stepped from the shower, he balled her on the bathroom floor. To her amazement, his cock had already risen to the task again by the time they slipped under the sheet. He took her again, bringing her off five times before he blasted his desire into her quivering cunt. His prick still nestled within her, they had drifted off to sleep.
Susan rolled over and reached out to snuggle closer to Jace.
Her groping arm embraced empty air.
Her eyes opened wide and awake. Her hand patted the vacant bed as though disbelieving its emptiness. Then she smiled to herself.
Midnight snack, she thought. That man of mine is always ready for food.
Not that the thought of a sandwich was bad, she pondered.
She threw back the sheets and eased from the bed. Slipping her feet into a pair of warm house slippers, she walked to a closet and pulled out a robe to cover her nakedness.
From the hall, she saw a glow coming from the kitchen. She smiled and shook her head. She had been right about Jace's late night hunger.
Tiptoeing down the hall so as not to wake Phil and Melinda, she made her way to the kitchen. However, Jace was nowhere to be found. A light was on and a package of cold-cuts, mustard and bread were on the table, but no Jace.
"Ohhhhhh," a feminine moan came from the den. "Ahhhhhh.
That's it. Yessssss."
A trembly sensation raced up and down her spine. Phil and Melinda? She smiled, feeling like a schoolgirl again, spying on couples parked on Lovers Lane.
However, these weren't two strangers. It was her brother and his wife. She stepped toward the door to the den, then stopped. She shook her head. She wasn't a Peeping Tom. Even a quick glance would be an invasion of their privacy.
She turned to retrace her steps back to the bedroom, but then glanced back to the door. The urge to take one quick glimpse at the couple was too overpowering. With a somewhat guilty shrug of her shoulders, she quickly moved to the swinging door.
Her heart hammering with delicious, wicked excitement, she pressed the door inward. Melinda's muffled moans came louder now, but Susan couldn't see anything. The den was dark, except for the red and orange glow from the fireplace. She pushed the door further in.
And there was Melinda. An aroused quiver of arousal tickled its way up Susan's back. The young raven-haired girl was so beautiful. Since that night alone when they had explored the delights of woman-to-woman love, Susan had been unable to remove the vision of Melinda's nakedness from her mind. Now, seeing her completely disrobed again, Susan found her body coming alive with growing lust.
A man's hands glided smoothly over the proud cones of Melinda's tits. Thumbs pressed down atop the stiff nipples topping each creamy mound. The younger woman moaned and trembled.
Her dark eyes fluttered close and her sensual mouth writhed in passion.
Susan inched the door open a bit more, but was still unable to see Phil. Only his forearms and his constantly tit-fondling hands were visible.
Phil's fingers squeezed into the tempting cones of his wife's breasts. Her flesh, glowing red in the firelight, squelched up between his fingers. Melinda groaned, thrusting her tits into his palms. Her own hands reached out fondling …
The object of her caresses was hidden from Susan's view, but the blonde damn well knew what Melinda was feeling. Once, when they were still teenagers, Susan had glimpsed Phil in the raw as he prepared for a bath. She remembered the strange, unknown sensations that had awakened in her body at that time. Phil's cock was the first male sex organ she had ever seen. She remembered it as being long and thick. Melinda now held a two- fisted prick in her palms.
"Kneel," a masculine voice whispered.
Desire racing through her body, Melinda managed to nod in compliance. She stepped back a foot or two and slowly sank to her knees on the carpet.
A cock, stiff, long and fully erect was the first thing Susan saw. She stifled a moany sigh that rose in her own throat.
Despite the fact that Jace had balled her so thoroughly only an hour or two ago, her spying on Melinda and Phil was getting to her. Juices flowed deep within her quim. She trembled.
Almost embarrassed by the thoughts racing in her mind, the blonde realized that at that moment she would trade places with her sister-in-law. It didn't matter that it would be Phil's cock she would be servicing. In fact that very thought, the idea of taking her own brother, only seemed to increase the thick flow of her feminine fluids.
That rigid raft of manmeat moved closer to the subserviently kneeling Melinda.
The black-tressed woman's tongue curled out from behind her red lips and tapped at its engorged head. Wet and quick, it swirled over the plump crown, bathing it in her saliva.
For a moment, the younger woman's tongue left the thickly swollen cock, her gaze studying the throbbing column of sex.
Susan's own eyes were locked to the kneeling woman. She shivered as Melinda's mouth opened wide, then wider, her lips forming a lewd "O." Her head moved forward and accepted the pulsing tool that slid into her face.
Above the slavishly kneeling girl came a masculine moan of pleasure. Susan smiled, knowing that Melinda's expert lips were getting to her brother. She glanced up to see the expression on Phil's face.
Susan gasped.
It wasn't Phil feeding his dick into Melinda's mouth. It was Jace-her own husband!
She stared in disbelief. Jace-Melinda? Brother and sister? Melinda giving her husband head! Jace's sister providing him a blow job? The model Charolette and Jace, Jace and Melinda.
Her brain might have been shocked and numbed, but her body responded with a fresh wave of gooseflesh and an oozing flood of juices wet the quivery interior of her cunt.
Brother and sister together, sharing the carnal pleasures of their bodies. She should be outraged, she told herself. Her husband cheating on her, getting a little on the side, fucking around, she should be totally consumed with jealousy. But she wasn't. Instead of considering which attorney she should hire to take Jace for everything she could at a divorce proceeding, she found herself completely entranced by one of the sexiest things she had ever witnessed.
She had wondered more than once what it would be like to watch Jace with another woman. Especially that day with the model Charolette she had really been aroused by the image of Jace fucking the stacked woman. Now her own admitted desire for Phil combined with that desire and found a very lusty reality in spying on Jace and Melinda.
Melinda's head dipped to Jace's crotch. She took every inch of his long, throbbing cock into her mouth. Her lips tightened to a taut circle around her brother's prick, then slid up the saliva- slickened pole. She sucked, her cheeks hollowing deeply as she pulled on his fleshy bone.
When her lips inched back down the pulsing length, Jace's hips eased forward, feeding his sister's face. Melinda's cheeks filled, stuffed with her brother's lusty offering.
"Eat it," he groaned. "Suck it."
The black-haired woman did. Susan well knew just how well her sister-in-law could use her lips and tongue. She also knew how much Jace loved to have his cock mouthed by a woman. The fact that his own sister was so thoroughly giving him head had to be making his balls do flip-flops in their wrinkled bag. Susan trembled, her want and need rising higher. She could almost taste and feel the fat burden of her husband's prick within her own lips.
Up and down Melinda's head bobbed in an erotic rhythm. She no longer just casually mouthed her brother's rod, but fucked her face on his cock. Her fingers reached up to his scrotum and toyed with his testicles. Jace groaned, his knees shaking as his lust grew.
Suddenly his pelvis jerked forward in a spasm of delight.
Melinda's head winced back, to avoid the gagging invasion of her throat. She sucked and sucked. Her throat quivered as she drank down the exploding sperm and semen that spewed from her brother's dork. She pulled and ate at him, as though perfectly content to completely gobble him down, balls and all.
"Enough," Jace moaned, weakly back-stepping. His cock wrenched from his sister's taut lips, splattering a drop of come on her chin. "God, I thought you were going to suck the whole damn thing into your stomach."
Coyly, Melinda's dark eyes rose to her brother. Her tongue licked out and captured the spilled drop of creamy jism on her chin. "I would if I could."
Susan shivered. She could tell by her sister-in-law's voice that she meant just what she said.
"Now, little sister," Jace said, "why don't you just lay back and let me at that pretty little cunt of yours?"
Melinda no longer played coy. She quickly stretched out on her back and spread the long, sleek shapes of her thighs. In the firelight, Susan could see the drops of womanly fluids oozing from the woman's pussy. She shuddered, recalling the musky flavor of those juices and the feel of her own tongue exploring the humid crevice of the younger woman's cunt.
Jace knelt between the wide invitation of his sister's legs.
His head lowered and his lips tenderly kissed over the furry mound of her twat.
Melinda moaned, her whole body trembling in the flickering light from the fireplace. Her hands reached down and caressed the dark strands of her brother's hair.
"Your tongue feels like a wet silk whip," she groaned. "Eat me, Jace, eat me!"
Her brother buried his face in the dark muff of her cunt.
Susan could just glimpse the wet, pink, in-out motion of his tongue as it drilled into the welcoming folds of Melinda's quim.
She could hear the little oral sounds he made while he licked and laved within that wanton furrow between his sister's thighs.
Susan found she was unable to turn away from the arousing scene if she had wanted to, which she didn't. This was her husband, her stud, and he was eating out another woman. That the woman just happened to be his own sister only increased Susan's excitement.
The image of Phil's naked cock flashed in her mind. She shivered, wondering what it would be like to take that fat column of cock, what it would be like to cross that rigid social barrier and have her own brother as a lover…
Melinda groaned loud and long, the throaty moaning of a woman completely consumed by the pleasures of her body. She came, her perky little ass writhing and twitching on the carpet. Susan watched, very much wanting and needing a man, wanting to walk in on the brother and sister and join them. But she held back, still embarrassed; and a bit guilty about spying on them.
Jace's head rose from between the lovely girl's thighs. His tongue licked over his lips, removing the last traces of her pussy juice.
Then he slid atop Melinda. His cock, stiff and long once again, skewered dead center into her pussy. The woman under him groaned in surprise and delight. Her hands locked around his buttocks, dragging him deeper into her greedy body.
How many times had he mounted her in that same manner? How many times had she welcomed his thick prod into her cunt? Susan had no way of estimating. But her very familiarity with his unexpected lancing into her pussy made the scene she watched that much more exciting. She knew what Melinda was experiencing. She knew just how long and hard her husband's cock felt when it drove into her still quivering quim.
His own arms encircling his sister's waist, Jace suddenly rolled over so that Melinda was now on top. "Fuck it, little sister. Fuck your brother's cock!"
Weakly, Melinda's pelvis hunched up and down. Her ass cheeks glowed red-hot in the flickering light of the fireplace. Susan watched, almost hypnotized by the erotic rhythm of her body. Once she had heard, or read, someone say that watching a man and woman having sex was one of the dullest sights in the world.
Whoever it was who had said that was wrong. However, there were certain drawbacks to spying on this couple. It was no fun just watching.
She wanted to join them.
The black-haired woman's body became more animated as she descended from the heights of her climax. Her ass pumped up and down in a steadily increasing tempo. Her head ducked down a bit so that her lips encompassed one of the small, pebble-like buttons of her brother's nipples. She sucked at the tiny nubbin of flesh, bringing a long moan from Jace.
Suddenly Melinda pushed up on her arms to hover over her brother. Her tits, elongated cones of desirable flesh, swung from her chest like fleshy pendulums.
Her pelvis twisted and turned, gyrating around the stiff stalk deeply entrenched in the folds of her cunt.
Jace's hands rose. His fingers lightly caressed over the silky smoothness of his sister's over-abundant tits. He paid special attention to the two pebbles of flesh stiffly stabbing from the tip of each. The dark-haired beauty driving his cock groaned. Her head lolled on her shoulders, rolling back and forth.
At the same time, Jace's hips moved. Despite the confining position, he managed to jerk his pelvis into the velvety pocket of his sister's cunt. His cock shafted in and out in short, quick little strokes.
Susan hugged her robe close, very much in need of a man with a long, hard cock.
For a moment she pondered using her own fingers to bring relief to her aching pussy. But she realized that wouldn't be enough. She needed a man. When Jace finally finished with Melinda, he would find another woman ready and waiting for his services.
Jace's head strained upward. His mouth opened and captured one of his sister's dark nipples. He sucked and nibbled at the button of flesh, then turned his attention to its sister bud.
Melinda went wild. Pushing up with her knees she rose the length of her brother's cock, then dropped back to his crotch.
His swollen prick slammed upward, embedding its full, massive form into the haven of her belly.
Faster and faster with determined strength she rode her brother. Higher and higher she drove herself on, her face contorted with pure lust and desire. She moaned out and whimpered nearing that moment of carnal bliss. Then she came.
Simultaneously, Jace came, blasting a hot, fiery load of come into his sister's well-fucked pussy. Melinda collapsed atop her brother, quaking and trembling in exhaustion. Jace's arms encircled her, holding her close.
Their passion passed for the moment. Susan sucked in a deep breath and slowly closed the door to the den. She quivered and shook with need, but would have to contain her desire until Jace returned to their bedroom.
Susan turned to leave the kitchen. She gasped and froze in mid-stride.