Chapter 18

Fear crossed her face as Monica turned towards the door with a glimpse of hard clit pressing past pink lips she knew so well. There was no part of her mother’s body she hadn’t burned into mind, just as her mother had been forced to burn her daughter’s body into hers. Liz no longer bothered with closing her eyes, since she would see the delusion even in her sleep. She was getting closer to breaking her mother, but still had a lot of work to do.

Monica was tempted to cuff her ankles, but wanted that part of her body to be free. If she had purchased the thigh restraints it might be different, but was glad it wasn’t an option. Binding her thighs would lead her to temptation and would lose time she didn’t have. If J wasn’t already in her bedroom, he would be soon. He wouldn’t go looking for her, since her brother didn’t want to get caught by their mother.

Being with her brother on their mother’s bed had been one of the greatest thrills for J growing up. She had offered him a chance to recapture that excitement and wasn’t about to risk discovery. He would remain in her room for as long as it took, no matter how much time would pass. This was the closest they could get to what they had. To be intimate right under her nose had been almost as exciting for her as it had been with him.

Monica returned to her room just in time to see him drag his clothed body through her open window. She couldn’t recall if she had closed it when she left to cuff her mother’s wrists, but it didn’t matter. Open or closed, he was about to be with her in a way in which he had so often fantasized with her. What she was about to offer him was the culmination of years worth of desires shared only with her, not his friends and certainly not that vile woman who had stolen him away by becoming his wife.

His brown hair continued to be cut shorter than she liked and wished he’d let it grow a little. She missed running her fingers through the way she did in their younger days. Monica wanted to blame the shortness on the thief, but knew it was his choice. He had always hated his hair the same way she used to hate her body.

J looked up at her naked state with his blue eyes filled with shared longing. Monica almost lost her will to surprise him as she got lost for a moment in his eyes. How she wanted to tear his clothes off and fall onto her bed with him. To be with him, just him, just the way it had always been before she came into their lives.

Monica couldn’t give in to passion driven desire, since she’d lose herself completely. He sat on the bed with his eyes on her body to rid himself of shoes and socks that were always the most difficult to remove once the passion started. She’s experienced him with his pants still around his ankles, which was enjoyable just from being with him, but it wasn’t the same as being completely free of clothing.

His hands worked his shirt away as J started to move closer, and spoke in a hushed voice to keep from being heard by their mother. “I’ve missed you, Mony.”

He started to rise from her bed as he made his way to her with pants and underwear falling down his magnificent body. There was something she wanted to say as he neared, but her heart beat to loudly to think. It was something important as his lips pressed against hers and felt tongue enter n that perfect way that always drove her a little crazy.

Her body warmed as his hands pressed down her body and felt the tip of his slick head against her stomach. Monica pressed her hands down his back to pull him closer, to feel each other the way they were meant to feel each other. His heart pounding in his chest beat wonderfully against her as hands found firm cheeks, so unlike someone else she couldn’t recall.

The kiss ended after countless seconds, or minutes, or hours. Her mouth hungered for his tongue as the continued with their hold. She opened her eyes to see him smiling at her with a troubled look just beneath the surface. She knew her brother better than anyone in the world and hated to see him worry about anything.

Monica stared into his eyes as she spoke without whispering. “What did she do, J?”

His voice whispered back as he squeezed her cheeks in the way only her brother could. “Kate didn’t do anything, Mony.” His hard dick twitched against her flesh. “I’m sorry about not being here to help with that woman.”

Questions swirled through her brain about some mysterious woman, which started to lead to vague memories. Vagueness sharpened to purpose and silently cursed herself for forgetting about the surprise. She smiled warmly at J to show her brother it was alright. Monica had insisted he not be involved, since he would have a harder time dealing with their mother than she would.

Monica had thought long and hard about what would follow. She did want to see the look on his face when he walked in on their mother without warning, but it might ruin the work she’d been putting in. Her brother had to be told about what she had been doing to prepare him to play the role of delusion. There was no need to go into all the details, since telling him everything would take too much time.

She released her hands to force distance between their bodies as she whispered in a conspiratorial manner. “I didn’t want you here, but not for the reasons I gave.” His lips parted to speak as his hands released their grip on her cheeks, but she didn’t give him time to say anything. “Let me finish.” A brief nod told her he was listening, but it wasn’t enough of an assurance to keep him from interrupting. “I mean it, J. What I’m about to say is important. Promise you won’t interrupt.”