Susan studied Jace, puzzled. Something was wrong with her husband-to-be. When she first met the handsome young artist, he and his sister had been so close.
Now Jace acted as though Melinda was a complete stranger.
Since he returned from the city, the advertising account clinched, he had been unusually quiet, giving Melinda no more than an obligatory welcoming hug, then acting as though his sister was a dreaded carrier of the black plague. Now and then, Susan noticed him cast dark glances at the dark-haired girl as though he wished she were in another universe.
Susan didn't press the issue or question him about his strange behavior. What had happened between Melinda and herself last night still left her with an uncertain feeling. She felt no shame or guilt for their woman-to-woman lovemaking, but she did feel a bit unsure of these newfound feelings and needed time to sort out this new deluge of emotions churning within her.
Susan glanced at Jace and Melinda, then pushed from the kitchen table where they had shared a late lunch. "Well, I've got to get back to work. That painting won't get done unless I get my tail back to the drawing board."
"Where's the camera?" Jace asked rather briskly. "I need to photograph an old barn before I can get to work on the magazine assignment I've got. Thought I'd drive over to the Lawson place and see what I can find. The farm has been deserted ever since I can remember."
"I'll keep you company," Melinda suggested, receiving a reprimanding glance from her brother and finally an agreeing nod.
"The camera's still in the darkroom," Susan replied, still wondering what was going on between Jace and his sister. "You two gather up your things for the drive and I'll get the camera and a couple of rolls of film."
Melinda watched her brother from the corners of her eyes while they drove through the country. Jace had said no more than three words since they left the house. Something was eating at him, she realized, remembering his long quiet moods when he was younger. When he got like this, it was better to leave him alone.
But she needed him now. She had flown home because of him.
"Jace," she said in a tentative voice, "care to tell me what's bothering you?"
"Nothing," he answered without so much as a glance at her.
Melinda fell silent. Jace eased from the road onto the old Lawson place. He parked before a rickety old gate and climbed from the car, camera in hand.
Melinda followed, remembering the old barn that stood just beyond sight of the barn over a grassy hill.
"Is it me?" Melinda asked when they climbed the fence and started toward the barn. "Is it my being here?"
"What do you mean?" he said, still without looking at her.
"Jace, please! Tell me what's wrong," she pleaded with him.
"I came home because I need you. There was nobody else. "
Jace didn't answer, though she noticed his brow furrow as though in pain. In silence they topped the hill. Jace clicked off a few shots of the barn, then walked closer. The road and car disappeared behind the hill.
"Jace, I told Robert about you and me," Melinda said.
Her brother swirled around, his eyes wide and wild. For a moment he just stood there staring at her in disbelief. Then he seemed to regain his composure. "So that's why Robert kicked you out. What in hell did you expect?"
"Love and understanding, not unreasoning fury."
"Then you're crazy as hell, Melinda. People don't understand the things we did.
They call it unnatural. They call it…"
"Incest," Melinda said. "It's dirty and sinful to them. But Jace, I never felt that way. I love you, Jace. I always have.
You're my brother and I love you as a brother. But I'm also a woman and you are a man-I feel that love too. The things we had will never…"
"We didn't have anything, Melinda!" Jace shouted. "We were kids… "
"You were twenty and I was eighteen, Jace," Melinda interrupted. "We were a man and woman. That was only four years ago."
"Things just happened after Mom and Dad were killed in the car wreck," he continued as though he didn't hear her. "We were alone and didn't have anyone else but ourselves. Perhaps we could have stopped ourselves then, but we didn't want to. The whole world seemed against us. It just happened. Now it's over, in the past. And it's better to leave it there."
"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 titflesh, 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 manmeat 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.
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 cockscrown easily flipped 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.