Cabin did not describe the luxurious split-level home that Phil's friends had provided for their weekend holiday. Four bedrooms, an immense kitchen, three baths and a large den complete with fireplace provided enough space to get lost in. It was more than either Susan or Phil expected.
However, the chill filling the cabin was something they hadn't expected. It was the type of chill that a roaring fire couldn't dispel.
"I think we blew it, brother," Susan whispered to Phil while they checked out the kitchen facilities together.
Phil glanced at Jace and Melinda in the den. The brother and sister sat on opposite sides of the room, not even bothering to make small talk. "I thought it was a good idea. I guess I thought wrong. Those two act as though they're complete strangers."' "Jace is steaming," Susan said. "I shudder to think about the way he's going to explode when we get alone. He realizes that you and I brewed this up."
"Perhaps we should have told them before coming up here?" Phil mused.
Susan shook her head. "If Jace had known you two were going to be here, I'd never have gotten him out of the house."
"Any suggestions?" Phil asked. "If those two don't melt the wall of ice between them, this weekend will be a total disaster.
And dammit, the slopes are too good to waste them."
"Agreed," Susan replied, walking to the refrigerator and opening it. "Mmmmmm, looks like someone is going to have to make a trip down to the village store.
We haven't got any breakfast food."
"I'll go," Phil said. "Better get to it before the roads freeze over tonight."
"Nope, "Susan answered, a smile on her lips. "You and I will go. Maybe if we leave Jace and Melinda alone for a while they might be able to get things worked out between them."
Phil nodded and winked his agreement.
Melinda cast a glance at her brother from the corner of her eye. He held the chill of a marble statue. An expression so distant. It was hard to imagine they had once been lovers, a brother and sister who shared the same bed.
A hollowness still filled part of her. Jace still left a vacancy within her. He was still her brother and she still loved him. A trembly sensation coursed through her body. She still found him desirable.
But she was willing to live without having him in her bed, if they could be friends again, regain the closeness they had lost.
But she had no idea how to chisel away the wall he had thrown up between them.
In the past, she had tried, only to have him move even further away.
Jace rose. He looked at Melinda. "I think I'll change and try to make the intermediate slope before it gets dark."
Before she could answer, he walked from the room.
Damn you, Jace Tuning, Melinda cursed. I'm not some cardboard figure! I'm your sister. It's about time to start acting like it!
The dark-haired woman sucked in a deep breath and gathered her courage. She had to confront him, tell him how she felt.
They couldn't go on acting as though they never had been close.
Maybe they could work things out. Maybe…
It didn't help pondering the matter. She had thought it all out before at least a thousand times. Now was the time for action, not thoughts.
Rising, Melinda breathed deeply once again in determination and walked toward the bedrooms. She stopped before the door to Jace's and Susan's room. Inside, Jace stood, stripped except for his jockey briefs. The raven-haired beauty felt another trembling shiver race up and down her spine. The bulge nestled there in the white cotton brought back vivid memories of lusty days and nights in each other's arms.
"Jace," she said, forcing words over the dryness in her mouth. "Jace, we have to talk. We have to work things out between us. I can't…"
She mumbled, tears misting her eyes. She cursed herself for the watery display.
She didn't want to cry. She had hoped to handle this very business-like and rational. But now, she felt quivery and uncertain.
"Jace… I am your sister… you can't," she stuttered, attempting to get the words out. She couldn't. She broke down and started sobbing, hiding her face in her hands.
"Melinda," Jace said softly and moved to her. His arms encircled her and held her close. "Melinda, shhhhh. Please, I can't take it when you cry."
"I'm sorry," she said, shaking her head. "I didn't mean to cry. I just wanted to talk this out. I just thought…"
Jace tenderly kissed her. "Just thought I was acting like a son of a bitch."
Melinda melted against him. He felt so good, so warm. The feel of his skin so familiar, like the security one gets when coming home after being away for a long time.
"No," she answered. "Jace, I love you. You're my brother and I need you. You can't shut me off the way you've done these past months."
"I know," he whispered. "Believe me, I know. Each time I see you, it tears me up. I can't trust myself. I still love you, Melinda. I still want you as much as I ever did."
The hardness growing in his crotch verified that for her.
She shivered, hot sensations racing through her core, stirred by the lusty feel of his growing manhood. "I know Jace, I still want you. But we can't…"
He pressed a finger to her red lips. "We can."
He kissed her again, this time his lips pressed firmly against hers. For a moment the thought flickered in her mind that she should pull away from him, that what they would do would be cheating on Phil. But she didn't want to. She yearned to once more have her brother's rigid cock deeply rooted in the hot pocket of her pussy-to feel his piston of flesh moving in and out of her.
"Yes," she answered when they parted. "Yes, yes, yessss."
Pulling her tightly to him, Jace thrust his tongue into the warm sweetness of her mouth. Eagerly his oral digit twisted and dueled around her own tongue. At the same time, he shot a hand between her thighs, clamping over the knoll of her cunt. He squeezed and kneaded the womanly mound. She moaned as his fingers pressed through the fabric of her slacks. Juices welled within her quim and oozed out, dampening the silk of her panties.
"Jace," she moaned. "Jace, my brother, I want you to fuck me. I want you to ball me."
"Fuck you blind," he said. "Strip. Get those damn clothes off so I can see that beautiful pussy."
She didn't need further urging to comply. Stepping back a few feet, she quickly peeled her pullover sweater over her head, then skinned down her slacks.
Standing before her brother, dressed only in her bra and panties, she watched while he jerked off his briefs. His cock stood at full attention, jerking and twitching from his crotch. Jace grasped the rigid tool in his fist and jerked up and down it a couple times. She shuddered with need, remembering the times he had jacked off for her, often shooting his seed over her stomach and tits.
While his eyes watched her every move, she reached behind her back. The three hooks to her bra strap easily unclasped. The cupping halter swung out and she wiggled her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. Her tits, twin peaks of firm proud flesh, jutted from her chest. The mere thought of what was going to happen had transformed her nipples into stiff buttons that topped each of the cones.
She tucked her fingers beneath the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down over the womanly flare of her hips.
His eyes homed in on the dark fleece of down covering the plump knoll of her pussy. She trembled, reveling in the intimate caress of his gaze.
She didn't pose coyly for him. Her own need for her brother burned too high.
Instead she ran back into his arms, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him hard and long. She pushed her tits against his chest. Her nipples felt so stiff and hard that she knew they could probably dig holes into his flesh.
His hips pushed forward, pressing the stiffness of his cock into the fur-covered mound of her sex. She moaned while he rubbed the solid length of his rod over the wanton knoll of her pussy.
It pulsed and throbbed, alive with strength and power to please.
His hands caressed her back for moments, then circled forward, cupping the outer bulges of her tits. He squeezed, molding into her flesh like an artist working handfuls of stubborn clay. She moaned, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth, driving for his throat.
They tumbled atop the bed together, holding tightly, unwilling to break the magic spell of their touching flesh. Her brother rolled atop her body. His mouth kissed down the graceful arch of her neck, then even further downward.
His lips and tongue found her tits.
She arched her back, stuffing the marshmallowy flesh into his mouth. There was no way he could take all the bountiful offering of her tit-flesh, but it was fun trying. He sucked and licked, busily eating at the warm, silky flesh.
After thoroughly satisfying himself and her, he kissed downward again, stopping only when his tongue poked into the humid cavern of her pussy.
She squirmed atop the bed, his tongue whipping her need higher and higher. Up and down the pink lips of her cunt, his moist oral digit ran, cajoling her clit out from under its hood of skin. She shivered and quaked while he played particular attention to that fleshy nubbin-the center of a woman's delight.
She groaned in disappointment when he rose from between her thighs and smiled up at her. Then she moaned deeply. He slipped up onto the alluring invitation of her body. His cock easily slid into the well-lubricated sluice of her pussy, driving ball-deep.
Skewered, shafted, impaled, she thought, fucked!
Like a lance of flesh, his mighty prodder packed the tight confines of her quim. Swollen and throbbing, his massive cock strained the pink folds of her pussy so that they fitted him like a glove. The hardness of his prick jerked and twitched in its yearning for her.
"Damn!" he groaned. "You feel so damn good! So hot and tight!"
And he felt long, hard and deep. She wiggled her ass around on the bedspread.
His cock rocked and whipped within her pussy, setting off a chain-reaction of thrills that shot up from her cunt to her brain. She moaned, worshipping the filling feel of him.
"Good," she whispered in his ear. "My brother's cock feels marvelous! Fuck me, Jace. Fuck your sister!"
He did. His pelvis jerked high, then plunged down. The impact came like a triple shot of hundred proof whiskey. The lusty pleasure he brought made her reel in a drunken stupor of pleasure. She groaned out loud and long. Her stomach muscles clamped down, squeezing tightly around his thick shaft.
"God!" she hissed in delight. "You can't imagine what it's like to have you in me again."
"I can," he said. "I know what it's like to be there."
Up and down, he fed his cock into her willing body. Her hips caught his rhythmic strokes and kept time. She strained against him, attempting to draw his pulsating piston even deeper into the lusting hole of her pussy. She wanted him deep, driving to the burning core of her need.
Phil satisfied her, more than satisfied her. But with her brother, it was so different. She didn't know why or understand the exciting difference of having her brother fuck her. She didn't care. All that was important was the carnal desires he created in her wanton body, and then the way he quenched them.
Harder his pelvis rose and fell. His crotch slapped into hers. A wet sheen of sweat coated their nakedness. Deep furrows of concentration wrinkled his brow.
His ball bag slapped at the furry lips of her quim. And his cock kept sliding in and out of the juicy slit of her cunt.
Seeking to drive even deeper into the heated haven of her young, sensual body, her brother slid his hands down, caressing the supple silkiness of her outer thighs. His exploring fingertips moved under her muscular legs and hefted them high.
"Ahharrgggahhh!" she moaned out in reveling pleasure.
His fat cock seemed to sink at least two inches deeper into the juicy gash of her quim. The knobby crown of his prick threatened to bang against the ring of her cervix.
Her legs raised in the air, she lost most of the leverage needed for movement.
She squirmed and writhed, trying to hunch up and meet the ravishing strokes of her brother's massive tool. The results were fantastic. His cock whipped around and gyrated within the wet folds of her sex.
Downward the thickness of his shaft plummeted into the moist harbor of her pussy. The tight cheeks of her ass swished against the bed-spread. She concentrated, clamping down with the well- toned muscles of her stomach.
Her brother groaned, fiery friction burning lust around the entrenched lance of his prick. He pulled up, his whole body quivering with need and desire. Up to the very lips of her cunt he slid, then rammed back down, jarring her body under his full weight.
It was so good. The young black-haired beauty found her body and mind completely under the command of her brother's deep- reaming cock. She loved her husband, loved the sex they shared.
But this was her own brother, her first lover, the man who had taken her hymen and made her a woman.
Deep within the molten core of her pussy, fires flared higher and higher. She soared with them, letting their consuming flames lick through every cell of her trembling body. She came hard and long, groaning and moaning while her brother's stiff offering continued to plow the sweet, quivering gash of her pussy.
Then he suddenly went rigid. Throwing himself firmly into the fleshy saddle of her crotch. Hot spurts of sperm and semen blasted from the slitted mouth of his cock. He came, grunting and groaning like some bull in rut.
She accepted the gushing fountains of his lust. She squeezed down around his jerking prick. She milked him with the folds of her pussy, trying to drain the last drop of his come from his balls.
His lust spent, he sagged into her, his muscles, a moment before boulder-hard, now flaccid and quivering.
"You're some man, Jace Tuning," she whispered with a sigh of contentment. "You don't know how much I've wanted this."
Weakly, he pushed up on his elbows, hovering above her. For a few seconds, his eyes just caressed the beauty of his sister's face with their loving gaze.
Then, he kissed her.
They held each other close until his cock, limp and spent, slithered from her come-filled quim. Then Jace rolled to his back, pulling two cigarettes from a pack on the bedstand and lighting both.
Handing one of the cigarettes to Melinda, he said, "Now that I've had you again, I don't want to give you up."
"I know," she replied, taking a long drag from the cigarette.
"But how do we handle it? I really don't like the idea of sneaking around and cheating on Phil and Susan."
"I don't either," Jace answered. "But I don't see how else we can manage it. If we're careful and not greedy…"
"They'll find us out sooner or later," Melinda said, knowing it was impossible to keep it from Phil and Susan.
"Then what do we do?" Jace asked. "We can't tell them. I don't want to lose Susan. Melinda, I love my wife."
She nodded. "Can't see spending my life with anyone but Phil. I don't know what to do. I don't think…"
The sound of a car pulling off the highway interrupted Melinda. The raven-haired beauty slipped from the bed and went to the window.
"It's Phil and Susan," Melinda said, scurrying around the room gathering up her clothing. She ran to her brother and kissed him. "If we're careless like this, we'll have to explain everything before either of us is ready."
With that she turned and ran into the bedroom she and Phil were using. Pulling her ski outfit from a suitcase, she tossed it on the bed, then slipped into the shower to wash away the traces of her brother's seed oozing from the still pouting lips of her pussy.