Chapter 10

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.