"Ooooooooooooo!" Melissa groaned. She couldn't help her automatic response. She… simply… couldn't… help… her… surprise.
"You're going to like it, too, Melissa," Creagon said. He dropped his left hand to his balls. He rolled his nuts between his fingers. "You're going to love it, just like you used to love it. And, you did used to love it, baby sister. Brother Creagon here remembers just how much you used to love it."
"Liar!"
"Oh, do you actually think I could ever have forgotten the way you were moaning and groaning, begging for more when our old man came barging into the bedroom?"
"Liar! Liar! Liar!" Melissa screamed. She had to get away. She had to get away! She simply couldn't listen anymore to this vile filth. She wouldn't listen to it, either!
"Where are you off to, little sister?" Creagon asked as he reached out and caught Melissa as the woman tried to rush by him to the door. The momentum of Melissa's moving body made the two of them stumble to the floor.
Melissa continued to try to get away. Oh, Jesus,how she tried!
But, Creagon was all over her. He seemed to be all hands, all arms, all legs. And, those hands of his were grabbing, and holding, and pinching.
"No… no… no!" Melissa screamed. She tried to scratch him. She tried to gouge out his eyes. She would have killed him if she could have… if she could have-but she couldn't.
He was strong! Jesus, he was strong! And, his body was hard… oh, so hard… as it rolled over on top of her, taking her breath away.
Creagon's legs pinned Melissa's legs to the floor.
Creagon's belly pinned Melissa's belly beneath him. Creagon's chest pinned Melissa's breasts to a mushrooming atop Melissa's rib cage.
Creagon's hands were like manacles around Melissa's wrists. Creagon was stretching Melissa's arms upward over her head.
"Let me go, Creagon! Jesus, let me go!"
Was she going to cry? No, she wasn't going to cry! She wouldn't give this bastard the satisfaction!
"No, you don't want to be let go at all, do you, sister of mine?"
Creagon hunched his hips, placing his hard cock lengthways into Melissa's saddle. He rolled his lower body, grinding his cock against Melissa's cunt so that his penis oozed pre-seminal juices onto the negligee material that still covered the hair-fringed pussy.
"Creagon, for Christ's sake, let me go!" Melissa screamed, continuing to struggle; although, her movements were impeded by the weight Creagon had placed over and on her.
And, she could feel his cock, the only thing keeping it from her naked pussy being a strip of filmy nightie cloth. Melissa could feel the wetness of her brother's cock juices as they drenched the nylon and her flesh beneath.
"The only problem," Creagon said, when he once again felt himself in complete control, "was that, somewhere along the line, you went a little too far and convinced yourself right along with everybody else that you were a sinner. You fooled yourself into believing that not only was the sex you had with me a sin, but all sex was a sin. It's time you came back to the more enjoyable reality."
"You're crazy!" Melissa sobbed, real tears filling her eyes and overflowing. "You're crazy!"
"We'll see," Creagon said. "We'll both see, won't we?"
"Don't do this," Melissa pleaded, trying to reason with him, trying to make him see. So, why couldn't she even keep her voice from cracking? "It was wrong what we did. It is wrong what you want to do to me now. And, two wrongs do not make a right."
"Jesus!" Creagon said with an accompanying laugh. "Is that one of those fine platitudes they drummed into you in all those sexless schools?"
"We're brother and sister," Melissa said, trying once more to move; finding, once more, that she still couldn't budge. "Those schools have nothing to do with it."
Oh, his cock was like a hot poker laid out lengthways over her cunt, burning into her flesh!
"And, you're too pretty, little sister, to go through life deluded into thinking that sex was never meant to be as pleasurable as you and I both discovered it can be. That's not fair to you. And, it's certainly not fair to your husband."
"Fair to John?" Melissa asked, her voice squeaky with her building hysteria. "Did my husband put you up to this?"
"John didn't put me up to anything," Creagon said. He brought Melissa's forearms together over her head, manipulating so that he could take hold of both of Melissa's wrists in one large hand, freeing his other. "But, it doesn't take any marriage counselor to see that your husband has got a lot of loving to give that you should be enjoying but aren't."
"There is a difference between loving and fucking!" Melissa said, her voice so shrill it hurt even her ears.
"Maybe," Creagon said, bringing his right hand down to the bodice of his sister's negligee and hooking his fingers along its neckline. "Then again, maybe not."
His body lifting slightly, Creagon's right hand gave a simultaneous hearty tug that succeeded in, ripping his sister's negligee from Melissa's neck to her crotch. The sound of the tearing material was a loud grating on Melissa's ears. The woman was shocked senseless by the sudden rushing of air over her exposed flesh. She was further shattered when she felt Creagon's naked flesh making actual contact with her own.
"Nooooooo, Creagon, nooooooo!" Melissa squealed, her struggles doing little more than sensuously moving Creagon's bareness against her.
And, his naked cock belly was burrowed amid the tawny pubic hair that bushed on Melissa's sexual mound. And, Melissa could feel the hardness of his meaty sex pole. And, Melissa could feel the gluey stickiness of the juices her brother's cock mouth was leaking to the creamy softness of Melissa's lower belly.
"Don't do this, Creagon!" Melissa sobbed. "We'll be damned if we do. We'll be Damned!"
"Listen to me, sister," Creagon said, shifting his fat cock through the pubic hair sprouted between Melissa's legs, "the only reason you thought you were damned before was because father caught us, There's no one left to catch us now. The old man is dead and gone."
"But, what if I get pregnant, Creagon?" Melissa asked, grabbing at straws. Still, it was something, wasn't it? Even when they were younger, Creagon had had sense enough to use a rubber when he had screwed her. If he had brought any prophylactics with him this time, he must have had them hidden in his boots-since he was still naked except for his footwear.
"Good try, Melissa," Creagon said, his chest feeling the hardness of Melissa's nipples. Who in the hell was she trying to fool? She wanted it! Sure, she did! Her hard nipples would have told Creagon as much if nothing else had. "I know you're on the pill."
How? How? Jesus, how had he known? John obviously. Her husband, who found so little sacred, would have never had any qualms whatsoever about broadcasting to the world that Melissa was on the pill to deprive him of children.
"Really, Creagon, I'm not on the pill," Melissa lied valiantly. "Really I'm not… I'm not!"
"Then it looks as if we'll just have to risk having an idiot child, doesn't it?" Creagon said, his grin indicating more than anything that he didn't, not for one minute, believe her lie. "But, then I know an excellent abortionist, should the need arise."
"Oh, you… sick… sick… bastard!" Melissa moaned. If she could only get her arms free! If she could only scratch out his eyes!
Creagon, keeping his left hand holding his sister's wrists safely out of the way, worked his whole lower body to open Melissa's thighs. Creagon's balls rolled down along Melissa's cunt mound, the blond hair on Creagon's scrotum entangling with the blonde hair on Melissa's pussy.