She sniffed a bit, her head lifting to him. Her eyes were red and tears streamed down her face, but she managed a little smile. “And my big brother Jason could always make things better.”
“Now, I never claimed to be able to do the impossible,” he chuckled, hoping to cheer her. “But I’ve always tried to help when I could.”
“Jason, oh, Jason.”
Mona broke into sobs again. Her body shuddered violently. There was nothing he could do now, except to hold her and let her have her cry. Which is what he did.
At least fifteen minutes passed before Mona quieted again. She clung to him even longer, before eventually easing back. Her head did not rise, but she stared out, watching the river.
“Feel better?” Jason asked, his hand squeezing his sister’s.
“Just cried out,” Mona said. “There’s no more tears left in me. I was surprised there were this many after this long. I thought they were all gone.”
After this long? Jason wasn’t sure what she meant. “Would it help to talk about it?”
“Talk it over like we used to when we were kids?” Mona glanced at him, then back to the river. “I don’t know if it would help. We’re not kids any more. We’ve both grown up and have got families of our own now. We don’t have the same problems we had when we were kids. God, how simple all those worries seem now, whether or not Billy Smith was going to take me to the prom, what dress to wear to the after-game dance. So simple, almost ridiculous now.”
“They weren’t ridiculous then,” Jason answered. “And I don’t think what’s bothering you now is ridiculous. Times change and so do the problems.”
“But you don’t, do you, Jason?” Mona looked at him, her dark eyes pleading. “You’re still the same, still my big brother Jason, steady and strong, and willing to lend his little sister a sympathetic ear.”
“I don’t think that’ll ever change. After all, you are my sister and I do still love you.”
Mona leaned to him and kissed his cheek. “I know. But it’s hard to bare one’s soul, even to a brother. Especially when it has to do with something this personal.”
“Frank?”
She nodded. “Is it that obvious?”
“No. Just a guess. There’s not many things that will get a woman up in the middle of the night. A husband happens to be one of those things though.”
“I don’t know where to start,” Mona said. “In some ways, it seems like this has been going on forever. But Frank and I have been married for only six months…”
Jason listened. It hurt to hear everything his sister revealed. Yet, it wasn’t that unusual a story, a husband that used his wife, no matter what the reason. The age of sexual freedom wasn’t that free. People still had sexual hang-ups and it seemed the majority of those people were men. Frank just happened to be one of them. What hurt was that he was married to Mona, and she, in turn, had suffered from his sickness.
The usual story was one of possession — a wife is a husband’s property, or vice versa. It’s hard to accept one’s spouse as a human being, despite everything lovers proclaim to one another. Marriage and that legal slip of paper two people sign often is thought to mean “you belong to me, lock, stock and barrel”. To be owned by another person makes the owned person nothing but chattel, something to be used.
But as Jason listened, he realized there was something deeper wrong with Frank, something that went beyond the normal property hang-ups usually shared by married couples. Exactly what his problem was eluded Jason. He wasn’t a trained psychiatrist and a man that treated his wife that way obviously needed help.
“… That’s it,” Mona said. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried everything I could think of and it’s all fallen on its face. Damn it, when I’m around Frank, I don’t even feel like a woman any more.”
“You’re still a woman,” Jason whispered, pulling his sister to him and holding her tightly. “You don’t ever have to doubt that, just look in the mirror. You’re a woman, quite a beautiful one.”
“Big brother inflating little sister’s ego. You were always good at that, Jason,” Mona said, her head lifting to his. “Why couldn’t Frank be like you?”
With that she once more kissed his cheek. Her arms tightened around her brother, holding him close.
What exactly happened next Jason was never totally sure of. One moment Mona’s lips were against his cheek in a sisterly kiss, and in the next instant, her lips were pressed to his. The kiss was far from being sisterly. Her tongue flicked out and taunted his lips, teasing at them, cajoling them to open.
And his reaction went beyond brotherly love. His mouth opened and accepted the offering of her tongue as it moved inward. His arms tightened, pulling her to him, while her tantalizing oral digit dueled over and under his tongue.
Beneath the fabric of her nightgown, he could feel the warmth of his sister’s body. His fingertips could feel her slight trembling, a quivering sensation he was sure was not caused by the coolness of the night. It was the same trembling he now felt within himself.
Mona’s tongue coyly retreated from his mouth. He followed it with his tongue, delving intimately into the sweetness of his sister’s mouth. She moaned softly, nestling even closer against him as he toyed and teased, his tongue flicking and probing toward her throat.
He was suddenly aware of the persistent cushion of her breasts. Warm mounds of flesh pushing out from beneath her gown, rolling over his shirtless chest. And atop each of those fleshy pillows was a hard pebble-like nipple, each trying to dig small holes in his skin.
This woman, this woman he found in his arms, was his sister. Yet there could be no denying the sensations astir in his loins. His testicles tightened in their sac with the old familiar feeling of want and desire. He knew in that instant that if Mona wanted him, he was willing to enter her body. Whatever social taboos existed against a brother and sister sharing the same bed didn’t matter, not here and now.
They parted. Mona’s head tilted back a bit, her dark eyes meeting his. Her expression was uncertain, filled with the realization that she had tasted forbidden fruit. But when he made no indication that their action was wrong a small smile danced at the corners of her sensuous mouth.
“I wanted that,” she said softly. “I think I’ve always wanted that.”
Jason didn’t answer, except to pull her to him once again, his mouth covering hers. Passion rose in their kiss. They clung to one another, brother and sister, man and woman, lovers. Their hands now explored their faces, caressing cheeks, tracing the lines of their mouths. They stared at each other, love shining in their longing gaze. They kissed, then kissed again, losing themselves in their embrace.
“Love me, Jason,” the black-haired woman who was his sister whispered when they parted again. “Make love to me. Make me your woman, even if it’s only for this moment.”
“Yes,” he said, tenderly caressing her cheeks.
She smiled and eased from his arms. As he watched, she stood and disrobed to stand naked above him.
“I’ve always wanted you to look at me naked,” she said, her eyes meeting his. “I wanted you to see me as a woman and not as your sister.”
That was the way he saw her now, a woman — a beautiful woman. She looked so fragile and feminine. Her breasts were white cones of milky perfection. Perched precariously atop each of those satiny-smooth cushions were bud-like nipples, dark mushrooms, stiff and erect with her arousal.
Downward over the sleek flatness of her stomach his gaze moved. For an instant he probed the sensual well of her navel. Then his eyes moved even lower, his groin feeling tight and hot.
Between her slightly spread thighs was the thick black bush of her cunt. The silky strands were shining in the silvery rays of the moon. And barely perceivable beneath the soft looking fur of her pubis was the shadowy slit of her sex.
There was no doubt in his mind that his sister was a woman — a very desirable one!
“Beautiful,” he said, meaning it. He opened hi
s arms for her to come to him. “Let me kiss you.”
She came, stepping quickly to his side. But before she could kneel to receive his promised kiss, his arms wrapped around her thighs. He drew her to him. His lips pressed to hers, but not the lips of her mouth — the lips of her cunt.
“Ahhhhhhh!” she moaned aloud with unabandoned relish.
Quivery thrills of hot sexual desire coursed through her veins. The warm stream of his breath trickled through the moss of her pubis. Then there was the damp flicker of a tongue. The tantalizing tapping of her brother’s tongue.
“Good!” she moaned again, reaching down and caressing his head, pushing his face into her pussy. “It feels so damn good!”
The moist little snake of his tongue was doing all sorts of marvelous things to her. He taunted up and down the cleft of her loins, flicking lightly at the nubbin of her clitoris, cajoling it out from beneath its fleshy hood.
And when he had every inch of her naked body trembling with fevered excitement, he licked downward, lapping at the tremulous groove of her cunt. She heard the smacking of his lips and the wet oral sound as he sucked away the sudden flood of juices filling the core of her body.
Abruptly, his tongue darted up into the mouth of her pussy. Her hands tightened on his head, pressing him even harder against the aching gash of her snatch. In and out his feathery oral digit toyed with her. Her knees quivered and shook, becoming as liquid as the womanly fluids flowing within her cunt.
Suddenly she was no longer able to stand. With a startled cry, she collapsed. But her brother was there, catching her and lowering her to the ground. He was there beside her, his mouth on hers. She kissed him, tasting herself still on his tongue.
Lovingly, Jason reached out and cupped one of the shimmering domes of his sister’s tits. Despite the almost chilly feel of the night air, her breast was warm, excitingly warm. So smooth and silky she felt to his fingertips. His fingers traced around and around the fleshy mound, working upward toward the rubbery button seated atop it.
A shudder of pleasure rushed through her supine body when his fingertips at last brushed over her stiff nipple. Teasingly, he tweaked the aroused button of flesh, delighting in the desirous moans that writhed from his sister’s lips. Then his hand suddenly dropped down, covering her breast and squeezing.
She felt so good, so damn good, just touching her, holding her. She was so alive, so willing to have his hands on her. That this woman was his sister only added to his arousal.
He taunted and teased and kneaded and played with her breasts to his heart’s content. Then he sucked at them, his tongue licking and laving over every inch of her delectable titflesh. Her body was so ready for man, so hungry to be felt and loved, he found it almost unbelievable that his sister had not sought an extra-marital lover until now. That she had waited was his gain.
Downward his fingers crept, circling the well of her navel, then moving into the softness of her pubic fur. He played there a moment, delighting as the anticipation mounted in her body. She was ready to feel him within her, even if it were only a finger. Yet he delayed tickling up into the socket of her cunt. The longer he taunted the better it would be when he actually came into her.
Cupping her crotch, he squeezed down on her plump womanly pubis. He kneaded her mound of Venus as he had kneaded her tits but moments ago. She was hot and willing and ready. He could feel the warm flow of her juices dampening his palm. Yet still he taunted, increasing the intensity of her need.
“Damn you!” she moaned. “You marvelous bastard! It’s wonderful, so fucking wonderful!”
Then he shot a finger up into his sister’s cunt.
“Agggarrahhhh!” she groaned. Her whole body writhed under his impaling digit.
Inward he drove, twisting and twirling his finger in the wet haven of her pussy. She moaned and bucked, fucking herself on his hand. She was hot and flooded with her own lubricants, but he prolonged the foreplay, giving her a taste of all the loving care her husband had neglected for so long.
Then he worked yet another finger into her twat.
Her moaning and writhing doubled. She was tight, but she took him, screwing around on his palm. She hunched her pelvis like a woman gone mad. She was oblivious to all, except him, and he knew it, a fact that only served to increase his own desire.
“I want you,” she whimpered in a piteous little voice. “Take me, Jason. Make me your woman.”
He extracted his fingers from the fleshy sheath of her cunt. They came free with a wet sucking sound. She groaned at the sudden emptiness that filled her. Her eyes fluttered open, filled with the burning light of lust.
With her watching him, he stood. Slowly he eased down the zipper of his blue jeans. He was naked beneath the trousers. His cock, long and rigid, jumped outward, jerking and twitching with its newfound freedom.
His sister’s dark eyes widened. A hungry expression moved over her face. She stared longingly at the thick, imposing shaft of his sex. At the same time, there was a knowing glint in her eyes — the realization that his erect cock was for her — her alone!
“Let me feel it.” Her lips parted to reveal the wetness of her tongue. “Let me feel you.”
He stepped forward straddling her supine body. Below him on her back, his sister gazed up, her eyes frozen on the massive bludgeon of his cock.
Then her arms lifted.
He groaned, trembling at the first touch of her fingertips. Lovingly her fingers ran up and down the solid column of his sex. Light and tender she caressed, as though she were worshipping the virile strength of his cock.
“It feels marvelous,” she whispered. “So hard and strong, yet so smooth and soft. I love the way it twitches at my touch. So hungry and ready — ready to fuck me — ready to screw your sister.”
His balls surged within their wrinkled bag. That’s exactly what he was going to do — fuck his sister.
“I feel so wicked,” she went on, her hands still running up and down his cock. “I feel like my brother’s whore, willing to do anything he wishes — anything.”
Her tongue flicked over her lips, an invitation for him to ask for her mouth. It was a hard offer to turn down, but his loins were consumed with need for this woman. He realized that if she pressed her lips to his cock crown he might just lose the fiery load burning in his testicles. And at this moment, that was the last thing his sister needed.
What she did need was to feel a man’s cock shoved up her cunt. She needed a man, a man to fuck her.
“Fuck me,” he said. “I want my sister to fuck me.”
“Yes,” she said, smiling widely. “Yes!”
Her thighs spread, opening her body to him. With one last squeeze, she relinquished her hold on his prick.
Slowly, he lowered himself atop the titillating bed of his sister’s naked body. Their mouths met once again, their tongues taunting and probing. Their hands were moving, trying to feel every inch of their bodies all at once.
Beneath him, she squirmed a bit. Her pelvis lifted and his glans nestled in the moist slit of her cunt. He eased forward separating the plump lips of her outer labia. He felt her tense, her anticipation growing.
Moving with slow-motion speed, he inched his throbbing wand of lust into her body. Deeper the swollen shaft slithered. His lust-engorged cock crown touched, then splayed the scalloped inner lips of her cunt.
He was within her now. The hot liquid shelter of her pussy surrounded him, bathing each inch of cock he fed into her hungry body. This woman was his sister — his sister! The fact jarred his brain, as though he were realizing it for the first time. She felt so good, so hot, so tight. To just lie there atop her luxurious body, to feel the glove-like tightness of her pussy sheathing his cock would have been enough.
Enough for him — but not for her. His sister needed all the pleasure and release his body could provide. And that’s exactly what he intended to give her.
Abruptly, his hips jerked back. His prick sluiced upward, posing at the entrance to her lov
e channel. He paused a moment, then drove down. Long and hard, his piston of pleasure burrowed into the folds of her steaming pussy.
“Sweet God!” she groaned under him. “You’re so big! So wonderfully big! I never imagined it would be like this, never in my wildest dreams.”
Her words hit him like an electric jolt. Sizzling sexual energy coursed through his groin. His pelvis lurched up and swung down. He ground into her crotch, making sure her stiffened clit felt the full impact of his body.
He felt her cunt squeeze around him, sleeving his prick in the humid recesses of her core. She was tight, so damn tight. It was marvelous. At another time, he would have liked to just lie there letting her milk his rod with the magnificent power of her vaginal muscles. But that would have to be another time. Now he was fucking his sister, and he was doing his best to make sure it was an experience she would not soon forget.
While he drove his prick in and out of the envelope of her cunt, he swung around a bit atop, just enough for his mouth to cover one of the mounds of her tits. Then he sucked. He sucked hard, his tongue slashing across the top of her stiff nipple like a moist little whip.
Her moans deepened, filled with gratification and soaring lust. She writhed under him, her hips bucking up to meet each thrust of his crotch. Her pussy squeezed at him, sucking along his slicked length.
She tucked him with unabandoned desire. Her hunger for the pleasures of a man drove her on at a fervent pace. The harder and deeper he shafted into the heated hole of her pussy, the more she wanted him, begged for him. To allow such a passionate woman to suffer as she had with Frank was a sin, he thought. The man had to be insane.
Suddenly he found himself groaning around a mouthful of delicious titflesh. His sister wedged a hand between their sweat-drenched cores and toyed with his testicles. Her fingers lightly kneaded the two heavy balls, teasing him.
His response was an even harder-plunging cock. He reamed in and out of her fleshy sheath. His hips twisted and ground into her pelvis. He hunched, throwing his full weight behind each of his deep-probing strokes.
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