Brother-Sister Incest Lovers
by Fanny Amram
(NB-104)


FOREWORD 

He darted his tongue with consistent rapidity, constantly thrusting it in 
and out, and deeper and deeper, his face buried between the lovely crack in 
her asscheeks. 

As the spirited movements continued unabatedly, he began pinching her 
asscheeks harder than ever. His fingers slid with determination around her 
buttocks. She knew he was thrilling from the touch of her smooth, 
passionate, firm warm skin. It felt good to have his fingers gripping her 
ass, as it provided an extra dimension of satisfaction for her while he kept 
up the spirited ass sucking. 

Soon, Melody's arms trembled and her clit jerked controllably. Her pussy was 
promising still another climax and she longed for her brother's long, hard 
dick. 

"Give me your cock, please, give it to me," she pleaded. "I need it up my 
tight asshole. Please shove it into me. All the way!" 

Teasingly, he continued to rim her ass with his tongue for several seconds 
which seemed like hours to Melody. Her juices were gathering again and she 
wanted to feel the fullness of his stiff prick deep inside her buttocks. 

Finally, he withdrew his tongue and immediately, Melody felt its 
replacement. The huge, smooth head of his penis was firmly pushing at her 
anus opening and she relaxed to make it easier for him. His hands tightened 
on her asscheeks and then he plunged forward, ramming his blood-gorged 
member deep into her asshole. She cried out in joy as his length filled her 
hole and she started to slowly grind her hips in response, her pussy gliding 
again over Susan's still-wet and warm nest. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

She stirred beneath the cozy sheets, grasping sleep, hopelessly trying to 
block the incessant ringing of the bedside telephone. She fought for the 
peaceful quiet of needed sleep only to slowly lose the battle. Like a 
nagging alarm clock, the sound of the phone droning shattered her 
unconsciousness. 

She was awake. 

With the abruptness of a nightmare choking sleep, the ringing phone plunged 
her into consciousness. She slammed her fist into the satin sheets and 
cursed. 

Her eyes blinked against the bright summer Paris sun as it drenched the 
hotel room through thin, frilly curtains. As her eyes adjusted to the light, 
she glared at the intruding telephone, her anger boiling. Then, as full 
consciousness swept her body, the anger slowly subsided. Gradually, she 
became aware of the pleasant, satisfied throbbing in her crotch. 
Involuntarily, her hands moved over her tender pussy and she smiled. Her 
mind rolled back over her pleasing experience of the night before. But the 
phone stopped further happy thoughts with its unrelenting ringing. 

"Yes?" she said with a heavy sigh into the receiver. 

"This is your uncle calling, dear," the caller said in a crisp, precise New 
England accent, obviously coming from a great distance as evident by the 
roar emitting through the phone. "There's been a death in the family." 

Her senses became alert and keen. Instantly, she sat up in bed, straining to 
hear over the bad connection. 

"Sorry to hear it. Anyone close?" she asked. 

"Terribly close," the distant male voice said. 

"A sympathy card won't do?" 

"No, dear. The family feels you should come home." 

"When?" 

"Immediately." 

There was a distinct click and the line went dead, silencing the roar and 
leaving only the thundering impact of the words that had just come to her 
from thousands of miles away. 

Melody Mason replaced the silent receiver on its cradle and rested her head 
back on the cushiony pillows. She should start packing, she knew. But, in 
spite of herself, her mind returned to the pleasing ache in her genitals and 
she decided to allow herself the luxury of a few minutes of joyful 
remembering. 

Two tension-filled months in Paris had finally culminated last night. Her 
assignment had ended in a cluttered alley behind a sleazy Paris bar when she 
and her contact had cut the throat of the enemy operative and successfully 
planted a turned agent into position. 

Relieved and satisfied that the assignment was completed, Melody had 
celebrated royally with Sandusky, her Paris contact. During the two-month 
assignment, it had been all work and concentration between them. During the 
final days however, she recalled, they could sense in each other a building 
eruption ready to explode. It was as if they were marking time, counting off 
the hours until their work would be finished and they could lunge into each 
other with frantic passion and pent-up desire. And, when the time did come, 
they were prepared. 

Again, she fondled the next-morning evidence of their wild celebration. Her 
cunt throbbed with increased intensity under her soft stroking as her mind 
replayed the previous night's activities. A smile spread slowly across her 
beautiful face as she closed her eyes and remembered. 

She and Sandusky had dined lavishly at a famed four-star Paris restaurant, 
far from their working grounds. They had spent a leisurely two hours 
savoring the finest French dishes, eyeing each other across the table more 
and more hungrily as the minutes passed and their appetites gradually 
transformed from the food into human passion. 

When the waiter cleared the debris of the sixth course, they had agreed to 
forego earlier plans of visiting a fashionable night club in favor of the 
plush surroundings of the current hotel suite in which Melody now stretched 
among the satin sheets and thought back. 

They didn't bother to order champagne. They were beyond the primed stage. 
All that was left was the hungry attack of their bodies against each other. 
Wordlessly, they had stripped each other upon entering the suite, then stood 
apart, staring over the nakedness of each other. 

She remembered how delightfully the sight of his nudity had swept over her. 
His lean, hard body seemed to gleam in the darkened room. Her eyes traced 
his broad shoulders and muscled stomach. But her vision riveted on the 
center of her desire. For seemingly long seconds, she stared longingly at 
his stiff prick, standing straight out from the curly brown pubic hair. 
Thick and massive, his blood-gorged pole pointed directly at her like an 
arrow. Her pussy actually twitched at the sight and her juices began to 
flow. She had the unstoppable urge to reach out and caress the huge cock 
aiming at her and gently cup his balls. She stepped forward, unable and 
unwilling to pull her vision away from his manhood. Gingerly she wrapped her 
small hands around his cock and as she felt his warmth, she heard a groan of 
pleasure escape his mouth. Slowly, she eased a hand below his shaft to his 
nuts. With probing fingers, she teased his bag, while her other hand gently 
rubbed his bulging cock head. 

Her expert manipulations caused a series of involuntary shutters to jar 
throughout his body and more moans to breath through his parted lips. He 
reached out and placed his hands over her large, firm tits. 

She sighed and moaned as her hardened nipples grew beneath his touch. Her 
knees felt like rubber and she actually felt slightly faint as he handled 
her tits with alternating light and firm squeezes. She increased her hand 
manipulations of his cock and balls, still marveling at the sight of them in 
her hands. 

Finally, she stepped closer until her body touched his. Her already wet 
pussy brushed against his stiff dick and she nearly screamed from the 
sensation. 

It was not time for talking. They were both professionals and suffered no 
illusions of love. They didn't need wasted time with meaningless 
endearments. They knew what they were experiencing was pure, basic lust and 
their bodies needed the release. They were attracted to each other, but 
there was never any mistaking the reasons for their mutual attraction. They 
desired each other biologically. There was no mystical chemistry brewing 
mysteriously deep below the surface of their mutual lust. ; 

His thick, long pole thrilled her. She hadn't had any cock during the two 
months of the assignment and now, she was about to climb the walls for a 
good, hard fuck. Her cunt had been longing too many days for a good, hard 
dick to slam into her and make her quiver and then explode her hot juices. 
Sandusky was nice to look at and his equipment, she was discovering, was 
more than adequate for her purpose. His dick was, she decided, a work of 
beauty. As his hardness struck through the folds of her bristled pussy hair, 
she began to feel the waves of juice cascade from deep inside her cunt, 
washing her pussy walls, eager for the welcomed intrusion of his pumping 
prick. 

From the sounds of his breathing, she knew he too was amply prepared and 
eager to bang his cock deep into her cunt. But, Melody knew men. It was one 
of her many talents and assets. By knowing men, she knew cocks and she knew 
how best to handle them in every situation. Now, in this particular 
situation, she knew postponing the ultimate fucking would only serve to 
further the sensation and increase the intensity of his eventual climax, 
thus increasing her own climax and enjoyment to the very limit. 

She avoided the strong temptation to fall back on the floor and spread her 
long legs wide and accept his big cock. Instead, she went to her knees and 
maintained her hand on his balls while replacing her other hand on his cock 
with her warm, wet mouth. His cock jumped inside her mouth as her lips 
parted and circled around his stiffness. With one huge gulp, her mouth 
enclosed the entire length and fullness of his dick as her tongue worked 
expertly, flicking the length of the underside of his dong. The sensitive 
skin, pulled tight along the underside ridge of his cock, seemed to emit 
sparks from the licking motion of her tongue as she worked her tongue to the 
very base of his prick. His balls drew up inside within her as she continued 
to fondle them. She gradually increased the suction on his cock as his 
panting moans of delight grew into screams of pleasure. 

She could have stopped it if she had wanted that to happen. But, she knew, 
he was too horny. If she didn't bring him to thundering climax now, later, 
when she was near crucial climax herself, he would never last and spill his 
come too quickly. She never worried whether or not a man was a one shot 
artist. She was confident she could make any man come repeatedly in one 
night, almost at will if she so desired. And, now with Sandusky, being young 
and conditioned, she clearly knew she would have no trouble bringing him to 
full, proud dick-hard readiness to satisfy her hungry pussy, time after 
time. 

With this in mind, she refused to stop her sucking on his prick or her 
fingering of his balls. As an added bonus, just as she knew his come was 
building at the base of his cock for a rushing release, she slipped her hand 
from his nuts and drove a finger hard and deep into his tight asshole. 

At that moment, he screamed and his body jerked forward with a violent 
thrust. Every muscle in his body flexed and his hands dug into her hair, 
penetrating to her skull as he pressed her face roughly against his cock and 
holding it firmly in place. His come shot into her mouth in mighty gushes, 
coating her throat. The thick, hot fluid sprang against her throat with 
enough force to certainly gag a novice, but Melody had been prepared for the 
onslaught. Rapidly, she swallowed, working her throat furiously to dispose 
of wad after wad of his come, making room in her mouth for that which 
followed. 

And follow it did. Unendingly, his come spurted deep into her mouth. It was 
all she could do to keep the head of his dick from slapping against the back 
of her mouth, but she managed to hold off his violent thrust. As his cock 
slowly seeped final blasts of come, he began to grind his hips, rotating his 
ass around her finger which was still buried deep inside him. 

Then, suddenly, his come started erupting once again. Coming in waves, her 
finger-fucking of his ass had caused him to climax again and her mouth, 
still imprisoning his hard cock, provided a perfect receptacle for his 
second massive release of the young evening. 

His body slumped heavily against her. She swallowed the last of his thick 
come as he fought to regain his breath. She managed to climb to her feet, 
licking the last remaining evidence of his come from her soft lips. He 
stared into her face with weary, satisfied eyes, a slow smile creeping over 
his perspiring face. 

"You are a fantastic package," he breathed huskily. 

"I know," she stated. "I'm anxious to see how fantastic you are." 

He chuckled and shook his head. "After a drink." 

"Drink's ass, sugar. You've got some catching up to do." 

She grabbed his prick and turned toward the bedroom. 

"Baby, it's not a handle. Treat him nice," he pleaded. 

"He's had the best treatment," she snapped. "It's my party now." 

Melody was not a young lady to be denied. She had matters well in hand as 
she led him to the huge bed. She crawled across the massive mattress and 
centered herself comfortably on her back. He stood gapingly beside the bed, 
staring at her lovely nakedness, savoring the luscious sight of her silky 
body. Her legs spread wide, leaving her pretty pussy open and inviting. 

"Seeing may be believing, lover, but action makes it count. Happy eating." 

He didn't need additional prodding. He eased onto the bed and drew his lips 
to the softness of her inner thighs. He pecked a series of sensuous kisses 
along the inner delights of each thigh, then licked his tongue slightly 
across her damp pussy. An electric shiver shook her body as his tongue 
returned to the seat of her pleasure. With delicate fingers, he spread her 
sensitive cunt lips, baring the pink bud of her wet clit. With skillful 
control, his lips encased the precious clit and caressed it lovingly. She 
moaned and elevated her hips slightly, offering him added ease in performing 
the operation. He sucked and licked her clit, then bit down just hard enough 
on the tender bud. 

Her legs clamped around his head like a vise, imprisoning him in a silky 
flesh cell. Her body rotated, her hips grinding uncontrollably and he 
responded to her rising desire by darting his stiffened tongue through the 
folds of her cunt. Again and again, his tongue knifed into her and she 
panted with each thrust. Her hands found the back of his head and pushed him 
violently, suffocatingly into her pussy. His tongue was like a pile-driving 
cock as it hammered away deep inside her cunt, forcing her copulating grind 
into a feverish pace. 

Her moans grew into shouts of joy as her body jerked sharply. Her legs still 
locked around his head and without effort, she twisted, taking him with her, 
until she had turned him on his back and she was on top. His face was glued 
to her cunt and, without missing a stroke of his tongue, she slowly eased 
herself up into a sitting position. Carefully, she loosened her leg hold on 
his head and spread her legs out across the bed. She ground her pussy fully 
down into his face, dropping her full weight on him. 

The tide of her climax was building rapidly as he kicked and squirmed 
beneath her, fighting for breath. Driven and without conscious awareness of 
his plight, she continued twisting her body weight down on him, rubbing her 
pussy roughly over his face, encasing his tongue and teeth. Her shouts and 
screams drowned any verbal protesting he was able to make under her. 

Then, her body thundered and the juices gushed from deep inside her cunt, 
cascading and drenching her cunt and flowing over his face. She screamed 
with joy one final, long bellow as her body tensed and stilled. The 
momentary stillness passed quickly. Her body rocked in mad zeal repeatedly 
and her juice pelted out of her pussy. Her body contorted and her head swam 
with dizziness. And, finally, her climax subsided and she weakened. 

Only then was he able to free himself from her bond. He jerked from under 
her, gasping for air, heaving violently as she rested on the far side of the 
bed. 

"You bitch," he spat, minutes later. "You damn near killed me!" 

Without answering, she reached across the bed and fondled his limp prick 
with gentle caresses. Her thumb and forefinger expertly massaged the 
purplish head of his cock. She turned toward him and brought her other hand 
into play. Gently, she scraped her fingernails across his drained balls, 
slowly setting off sparks through his spine. Soon, to his amazement, his 
tool was responding to her manipulations. Inch by inch, his cock grew. It 
inflated like a balloon until it was standing rigid and proud. 

He glanced into her face and saw her knowing, assured smile looking back at 
him. 

"You could be bad for a guy's health," he said. 

"But what a way to go. Right?" 

He leaned forward and took one of her huge tits into his mouth. Her nipple 
responded instantly to the warmth of his mouth and grew pert and rubbery. 
She hugged him to her and w-edged a thigh between his legs as she moved her 
hands from his dick and nuts. The softness of her leg nestled against his 
restored genitals caused a renewed desire to sweep his body. He pulled 
himself up over her and tried to slam his cock into her waiting pussy. But, 
anticipating his impatient urge, she teasingly restricted her cunt and 
dodged his aiming prick. 

Two or three frustrating attempts failed before she suddenly relaxed her 
cunt and jerked her hips upward. Her pussy swallowed his eager prick like a 
shark engulfing a smaller fish. She began slowly rotating her hips as he 
thrust his cock deeper and deeper into her dripping cunt. When he had 
implanted his staff full-length inside her, he pulled back until the tiniest 
tip of his cock head remained inside her pussy. Then, with a mighty lunge, 
he crammed his rod to the hilt back into her cunt. She responded with 
swinging hips, driving her snatch up to meet him and to wait as he repeated 
the exercise. 

Countless times, he drove in and pulled out, gradually increasing the tempo 
of their fucking. As they worked up speed and their mutual moans and panting 
shrilled in intensity, their hands busily explored each other, probing and 
fingering. 

Like racehorses, their bodies slammed faster and faster into each other. The 
bed rocked under their weight and still they rammed at each other wildly. 
Her cunt met every thrust of his blood-gorged cock and their pelvic bones 
crashed unbuffered together with delightful pain. 

The pace soon became uncontrollably frantic. They thrashed on the bed until 
she felt him shudder and knew he was spurting his come into her. 

"Keep fucking me!" she screamed, pounding back at him as his cock shot come. 
She jerked her legs together around his back, holding him in place, propped 
up and she hammered into him. 

His body went limp, almost lifeless, but still she slammed her body up 
against his cock, again and again, using him far beyond his capacity or 
endurance. His cock was drained and useless and rapidly shrinking, but still 
she fucked at it, determined to have it bring her to another climax. 

Finally, she succeeded. Her pussy twitched and her come juices rolled from 
deep inside her. She screamed and contorted around his body until the end. 

He lay deathly still in a tired heap as she regained her breath and relaxed 
under the steady throb of her pussy. She felt satisfied and good. It was the 
perfect ending to a successful operation. 

Street noise beyond the hotel was intensifying and the sunlight drenching 
the suite was brighter with a definite warmth settling over the room. She 
stirred on the bed, silently cursing the daytime intrusions of her thoughts 
of the night before. Regretably, she moved her hands from the wetness of her 
cunt and convinced herself she had no more time to finger-fuck herself and 
remember the pleasant recent past. 

The ominous phone call came back to her. It was definitely time now to get 
packed. She had a plane to catch and another assignment waiting. 

As she packed, she wondered again if things wouldn't be less exasperating if 
she was like most other women, instead of a special agent. Married and 
living in the suburbs, she reminded herself, would mean she could stay in 
bed all morning and finger-fuck herself any time she wanted. Then, like 
always, she reminded herself of the primary advantage of her job. There was 
never a shortage of different, horny cock waiting for her. And that was 
something most housewives could only dream about as they finger-fucked 
themselves in bed every morning. 

She left the Paris hotel twenty minutes later. She hailed a cab and headed 
for the airport. Her ticket would be waiting. 

It would be good to get home again, regardless of the assignment, she told 
herself as she curiously wondered about her next operation. 

The plane took off without incident. Melody slept peacefully all the way. 

"We are preparing for our descent." 

Melody awoke right on schedule. It was going to be good to be back in the 
States. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Simon Whitley was waiting for her at Kennedy Airport. Melody spotted him 
easily as she moved through the custom's line. He was all smiles, which 
could mean anything. Melody had her pick. Maybe the smile meant he was 
simply glad to see her. 

No. She told herself quickly that nothing was ever simple with Simon. He was 
a complex man with a complex job involving complex assignments. A man whose 
life was tangled with so many complexities that he could never enjoy 
anything simple. So, Melody discounted her initial guess and decided his 
beaming smile was a congratulatory gesture on her Paris assignment or, quite 
possibly, a sadistic mask hiding the details of her next assignment. Either 
guess would certainly fit Simon's erratic personality, she reminded herself. 

"Pleasant trip?" he asked crisply when the customs officials finally 
completed their search of her belongings and she joined him beyond the glass 
wall. 

"Pleasant, but rushed," she replied, slipping her arm around his waist as he 
returned the embrace. 

Professionally, Melody played her part in their cover. Whenever she and 
Whitley met publicly, their standing cover dictated that they be husband and 
wife and pose as such in whatever the proper situation demanded. Being at an 
airport, he was playing the part of the husband greeting the traveling bride 
and happily carting her off to the pleasures of martial bliss. 

They loved their game very much. 

Melody glanced sidelong at her companion as they strolled through the 
airport terminal. He seemed to age radically more each time she saw him. 
Must be the pressure of his job, she reasoned with detached, professional 
observation. Simon Whitley was her immediate superior in the agency and 
through him, ususally, she received her assignments. 

"Give me a hint," she whispered, brushing her lips sensuously against his 
earlobe. "What's up?" 

"Cut your lovely eyes discreetly towards my crotch and you'll see what's 
up," he whispered back with an easy smile. 

"Horny old man," she chided. "You know what I mean." 

"Horny old men have staying power, baby," he retorted, avoiding her 
question. 

"If their hearts can take the strain," she teased. "Now, to business, dear. 
What is it?" 

His face turned grim for a second, then brightened again as they strolled 
into the New York night and headed for his car. "Later. Let's get to the 
car." 

They rode in silence for several blocks, the massive Kennedy Airport slowly 
disappearing behind them. Melody marveled again at the look of America after 
being away for a time. Every time she returned home after a lengthy 
assignment abroad, the first few minutes back in the States always thrilled 
her. There was an excitement to her home country that she never missed when 
she returned. It was an excitement she never experienced in any other 
country. Invariably, after a new, even romantic place lost its novelty 
during the first few days of her stay, she always longed for home and the 
glitter and excitement. Maybe it was the freshness or the newness that 
attracted her. At any rate, America struck her as fresh and new. She could 
see and feel the freshness. 

"It's good to be home," she said, peering through the car window at the huge 
buildings and bustling crowds along the sidewalks. The endless rows of shops 
and cafes illuminated the night with bright show windows and flashing signs. 

When he didn't comment, she turned to him and studied his face. It was grim 
again. He nodded. 

"Come on," she said brightly. "You don't have to be so damn dramatic. I've 
had tough ones before. Breaking them to me never bugged you before; so why 
now? What's so special about this one?" 

He met her eyes, then slowly dropped his stare over the length of her young, 
shapely body. Her dress casually riding high, revealing much of her thighs. 
Her tight-fitting blouse did little to hide the intoxicating swell of her 
tits nor did the sheer material obstruct the unmistakable point of her 
braless nipples. 

"You can have a better look later, Simon," she said sarcastically. "Just 
tell me about the damn assignment." 

"I was hoping I could put it off," he said, staring back at the traffic. 

Melody felt a twinge of fear creep along her spine. In her four years with 
the agency assignments had always been given curtly with the ever-present 
lift of objective optimism and reassure the agent that caution for his or 
her safety had been prepared for. But now, Simon was acting very queer about 
spelling out her next instructions. It had to be something extremely 
difficult if not actually suicidal. She decided to press the question. She 
wasn't enjoying the fearful anticipation of bad news. 

"Goddam you, Simon!" she charged bluntly. "Do I have to pull it out of you? 
What do have to tell me?" 

"Okay. You have to know sooner or later. It might as well be now." Simon 
placed a cigarette in his mouth and slowly went through the ritual of 
lighting it. He took a deep drag on the cigarette and finally spoke, staring 
straight ahead through the windshield. "Your current assignment, Melody is a 
domestic chore." 

"That's perfect," she said with a breath of relief. "Why all the suspense?" 

"I'm not finished," he reprimanded harshly, causing the fear and dread to 
attack her again. His tone was startling. "Your brother has been channeling 
information to the opposition for the last ten months. He has been using his 
position with the Company to secure information about us and pass it on to 
the enemy. 

"What about the Paris assignment?" Melody demanded, blood rushing through 
her body in anger. They had to be wrong about Roger. She knew Roger better 
than anyone. He was her brother! He would never leak information to the 
enemy. Not Roger. What was Simon trying to do? She was becoming more and 
more furious by the second. 

"You were set up all the way in Paris. Enemy agents knew your every move." 

"Then why did they let us succeed?" She shot the question rapidly. 

"You didn't succeed." 

"What are you talking about?" she raged. "Sandusky has planted our agent." 

"He planted an enemy agent who he thought was our man. It was the enemy's 
man he planted." Simon paused to inhale his cigarette. "Sandusky was found 
by the Paris police thirty minutes after he left your hotel room last night 
in an alley. His tongue had been cut out and he had been shot in the head." 

"That's impossible!" 

"I'm sorry, Melody. It's true." 

"Then Paris was all for nothing?" 

"No. Not really. We had to make sure and Paris did that much for us. We were 
willing to chalk other strange happenings up to bad luck or weird 
coincidents. But Paris proved our suspicions. Roger is the leak. He has 
turned, Melody." 

"No! How do you know it's Roger? Why not someone else?" 

"We baited him with certain information concerning your Paris assignment. 
Some fabrication and some truth. It was all passed, word for word. We 
trapped him." 

"It's a mistake," she said weakly. "It must be." 

"No mistake, Melody. Roger is the leak. Your assignment is to discover who 
in the enemy camp he reports to and to terminate both the contact and 
Roger." 

Simon's words hit her like a rifle shot. She sat stunned, plastered to the 
car seat, hearing his words, but not accepting their meaning. Surely she was 
living a nightmare. It had to be a bad dream. Not Roger! Her brother could 
not be the leak and she could not have just been ordered to kill him. No! 

"I know it sounds heartless, Melody, but it's not as cruel as it seems. You 
are probably the only person Roger trusts. We feel you will be more likely 
to get the true identity of his contact out of him. He won't suspect you." 

"Eat shit, you fucking low-life bastard," she hissed. "Fuck you and the 
goddamn agency! You think you can order me to kill my kid brother and I'll 
run out and put a bullet in his head! You are more sick than...." Her words 
were interrupted by wretching she could no longer suppress. She heaved 
repeatedly, ducking her head between her knees just as she vomited. 
Unflustered, Simon continued to drive. 

"Feel better?" Simon asked minutes later as he parked in an underground 
apartment car lot. 

She stared ahead not bothering to answer his question. The stench of her 
vomit filled the car's interior, but her mind was far from the uncomfortable 
odor and the car. 

"We aniticipated your response, Melody. I must say, it isn't a pleasant 
thing to instruct a sister to kill her brother. I think you know it is not a 
common thing to do. I swear to you I wish the circumstances could be 
different, but we can't argue the facts. Roger is working for the enemy and 
he must be dealt with like any other turned agent. Believe me, if there was 
any way to have someone else do the job, you would never have been told. It 
just happens that to carry out the assignment properly, it has to be you. 
Again, I'm sorry." Melody faced him slowly with stunned eyes. "I'll never 
kill Roger. You have to be mad to suggest it." 

"Your natural resistance was also expected, Melody. You will do the 
assignment or you will be terminated as well." 

She laughed viciously. "You think I care, Simon. You dumb shit! You might as 
well kill me now! Because if you don't, I'm going to Roger, but not to kill 
him. I'm going to protect him. I'll get him out of the country, hide him. 
I'll do something, anything but you'll never kill him unless you kill me 
first." 

"Roger's wife is six months pregnant, Melody. Do I have to spell out the 
rest?" 

"What are you saying?" 

"Roger can't live, Melody. But that's no reason his child can't be born and 
grow up. Wouldn't you like to see that?" 

"You rotten shithead...." 

"Do the assignment, Melody or you will all die. It's that simple. You will 
be killing Roger's unborn baby. Do you want that responsibility?" 

"Just shut the fuck up!" she screamed, jerking open the car door and running 
through the parking garage. 

Inside the agency's safe apartment in midtown Manhattan, Melody ripped off 
her clothes and stood under the shower, letting the water wash off the vile 
sickness that seemed to coat her skin. She was aware of Simon's presence in 
the apartment but her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Roger. 

She had raised him. Their parents had been killed when she was eighteen. 
Roger had been fifteen. They stayed together and had become inseparable and 
devoted to one another. She worked while he finished high school, then he 
worked while she began college. 

It was during her freshman year that she had been approached by a 
representative of the agency to gather information concerning some local 
campus radicals and their planned violent demonstrations. At the time, she 
had been balling one of the radical leaders and the agency representative, a 
math professor, had convinced her that her government would greatly 
appreciate and pay for useful information regarding the then current campus 
revolution. 

From assignment to assignment with the agency, the money got better and 
better. Soon Melody could afford to send Roger to college, then landed him a 
well-paying administrative position with the agency. And now, the agency 
wanted her to kill him or they would kill all of them, even Roger's unborn 
infant. 

Recalling the assignment almost sickened her again. She pushed the thought 
from her mind and concentrated on the pleasant days with Roger. Those few 
years after the death of their parents had been hard, but easily the best 
and happiest years she and Roger had lived. There was not time for normal 
young adult activities. When Roger was in high school, Melody was working to 
keep their parents' house and to keep them both in food and clothes. They 
had only each other. 

So, it wasn't surprising that they would become more intimate than most 
brothers and sisters. It wasn't so strange, Melody reassured herself. She 
was beautiful and Roger was deliciously attractive. Even now, Melody 
sometimes felt sparks of jealousy when she thought of Roger's wife. 

He was strongly built and had a healthy head of blond hair and alert blue 
eyes which shone with part mischief and innocence. She continued to picture 
him in her mind and experienced the familiar churning in her stomach. Her 
hand absently brushed between her legs and she felt the wetness there which 
wasn't caused by the shower water. She pictured his dick in her mind and 
nearly swooned under the pelting spray from the shower nozzle. He had the 
most beautiful cock of any man she had ever known. There was a boyish 
quality to it that thrilled her. Maybe, she told herself, she saw him that 
way because she had watched his cock mature through the years. But still, it 
looked basically the same to her. It had gotten bigger with the years and 
the addition of blond pubic hair had altered the appearance slightly and his 
balls had ballooned, but his prick was still tapered perfectly. It was still 
the most beautiful cock she had ever seen. 

"Melody, you better come on out," Simon said, cutting through her pleasant 
thoughts and jarring her back into the terrible present. "I have to brief 
you." 

"Go fuck yourself," she shouted back." 

"I have to report to Father tonight, Melody. He'll want to know your 
reaction to the assignment. I hope for your sake and the sake of Roger's 
baby, I can tell him how professionally you took the news." 

She shut her eyes, choking off tears and bottling the frustration and hatred 
she felt. She took a deep breath and turned off the shower water. Without 
bothering to dry herself, she strolled from the bathroom into the apartment 
bedroom and stood before Simon. Water dripped slowly from her naked body as 
she watched him stare gapingly at the sight of her. 

"Is this professional enough for you and Father?" 

"Look, Melody, I hated like hell to be the one to tell you, but...." 

"No need to apologize for doing your job, Simon," she said sweetly, 
approaching him. "We have to do our jobs to save the Republic. Right?" 

She stood inches from him and softly embraced him, planting her wet body 
squarely against him. 

"Why don't you drop to your knees, Simon lover, and welcome me home." 

Simon hesitated, peering into her eyes. It was no doubt she had turned him 
on. Melody could feel his growing erection against her thigh. With a 
provocative caress of her leg, she nudged his growing dick as it strained 
against the thin material of his slacks. His indecision thrilled her as she 
studied his reaction to her open seduction. Simon was hungry for her. It was 
obvious. But he didn't know whether to accept her invitation. The news of 
the assignment must have had an effect, but he couldn't gauge how much. His 
confusion delighted her. Simon, the professional agent, was baffled. Her 
body never failed her. She jabbed her leg between his legs and rubbed 
vigorously as he openly moaned with a desirous gasp. 

"What's the matter, Simon," she teased. "You like me. You always have. Why 
are you being so bashful now?" 

"Melody," he stammered. "This isn't part of your assignment. You realize 
that, don't you? 

Please don't think you have to do this." 

"Simon, baby, that is one thing I'm absolutely sure about. What's your 
problem? I'm offering you the opportunity to stick your tongue into my 
pussy. What's stopping you?" 

"Nothing," he rasped, his voice coated with desire. 

She placed her hands on his shoulders and pressed him down firmly. He sank 
to his knees until he was eye level with her lovely, hairy cunt. She spread 
her legs and lifted her hands to the back of his head. 

"Eat me good, Simon," she said as she guided his face toward her crack. 
"Show me how much you want me to succeed with the new assignment. Make it 
worth it for me. Don't fail me, so I won't fail you." 

His tongue attacked her pussy viciously, hungrily. She managed to stifle the 
sudden pleasure she felt flowing over her being. She didn't want him to know 
how much she enjoyed his work. 

"Tongue fuck me, Simon. Do it good. I know you can do it better than anyone 
else. Eat my pussy good and I'll turn around and you can perform your 
speciality. It's what you're really good at. You have no peers in the art of 
licking ass. I want you to lick my asshole. Then you can go back to Father 
and report that you've done your job well." 

Briefly, he stopped his sucking on her cunt as she spoke, but she 
immediately pressed on his head, driving his face deep against her pussy. 
She spread her legs even wider and bent her knees slightly. She had pushed 
him against her so that she was actually sitting on his mouth. She savored 
the delights of his tongue and mouth planted squarely against her cunt lips 
and the joys of his thrusting tonuge, darting vigorously in and out of her 
wet, slick cunt. Fighting all instinct and urge, she remained stiff and 
unmoving. Sensation flooded her body but she was determined to keep her true 
feelings from Simon. 

She wanted to humiliate him and use him, at least partially, like he and the 
goddamn Father were using her. It was the only way she knew of getting even. 
It didn't mean much, she realized, but at least it would provide some 
satisfaction of her. What she was making Simon endure was small payment for 
what she was expected to give in return. She blocked that knowledge from her 
mind, determined to make the most of the moment. 

"It turns you on to think about eating my ass, doesn't it Simon? Is that 
what the secret file on you reveals? I can read it now. Your File Six. Top 
secret, sure, but I can read it like a goddamn book because I can read you. 
Want me to tell you what it says? Oh, don't bother answering. I'm sure you 
do. I don't want to pull you away from your work. You like to suck assholes, 
right? That's what your File Six says, Simon. Male or female, it doesn't 
matter, Simon. You just like assholes. You can either fuck them or suck 
them. It's your gift. I can't wait to see if you are as good as everyone 
else must think you are. I'll see in another minute or two. I must admit 
though, Simon, you aren't the best pussy eater in town. I could pick up that 
phone right now and have the cutest little black girl here in half an hour, 
right where you are, eating my cunt. You could learn something from her, 
Simon. Believe me. She could teach you a thing or two. But, I'm sure you 
could teach her about eating assholes. Am I right, Simon?" 

Simon didn't dare pull away from her cunt. Her hands maintained a rigid grip 
on his skull as he continued to busy himself tonguing and sucking her juicy 
pussy. 

In spite of herself, she could feel the juices beginning to flow from her 
cunt. She shut her mind off to what Simon was doing with his mouth and 
tongue and fought mightily to withhold the ultimate orgasm that he was about 
to accomplish. She shut her eyes tight and forced her mind to recall the 
assignment she had jsut been ordered to undertake. She thought of her 
brother, but all that came to mind was a mental picture of his lovely cock 
and it intensified the carnal feeling now crashing through her body. She 
tried to think of Roger's wife and unborn child in the hope that would stave 
off her eruption. But she was too late. Simon had driven her over the edge. 
Involuntarily, her body twitched and jerked violently. Her legs clamped 
around his head, slamming and wedging his head tighter against her 
suffocatingly. Her knees gave way and she collapsed to the floor, burying 
Simon's head beneath her. She couldn't stall her desires any longer. She 
gave in and ground her pussy roughly over his trapped face. She screamed a 
low, long groan of pleasure as her grinding increased and her full weight 
rested heavily over his face. 

Seconds passed before she became aware of his thrashing on the floor beneath 
her. She smiled, enjoying the last moments of her climax at his expense, 
knowing she was suffocating him. She pressed her weight hard against him and 
laughed. 

"That was a good start, Simon," she said, watching his thrashing legs kick 
against the carpeted floor with urgent, frantic jabs. His hands had found 
her waist and he was attempting to throw her off his face. She sat firmly in 
place and continued to speak mockingly. "Your job is still only half 
finished, Simon. You still have to show me how much you want me to 
cooperate. Did you think you could order me to kill my own brother and all 
it would cost you would be a few female tears of grief? Simon, I'm surprised 
at both you and Father. After all, he didn't come along. He sent you on this 
mission. And, do you know why? Because he knew there would be a payoff and 
he didn't want to suffer through it. He sent you instead because, even if I 
accidentally killed you, he knew you were expendable and it wouldn't be that 
great a loss to the agency or the Republic. How does that make you feel?" 

The tears, in spite of her efforts, were now streaming down her lovely 
cheeks and her voice was shaking with emotion. It was no use kidding herself 
any longer. She couldn't escape the reality of the assignment. It was 
impossible to remain professional about being ordered to kill her younger 
brother. Especially a brother she loved in so many ways. Roger was lover and 
husband as well as a brother and she could not block that emotion from her 
mind. 

Abruptly, she stood, releasing Simon from his cunt bondage. He gasped for 
air and remained on the floor long after his recuperation, glaring at her 
with hard, mean eyes. 

She spoke first, bravely trusting her voice not to betray her true feelings. 

"You've still got a hot ass to lick, Simon. I hope you are up to it." 

He scrambled to his feet and faced her. "You rotten little bitch," he raged 
through clenched teeth. "I could have you put to sleep for this!" 

"Yes, but you wouldn't dare. You want to eat my ass first and then you want 
me to carry out the assignment." 

She forced her knees to stop wobbling from her bold bluff, praying that her 
instincts about Simon were correct. Unless she was right about him, there 
was really nothing to keep him from cutting her heart out on the spot and 
reporting later to Father that she had been uncooperative and had refused to 
carry out the assignment. The knowledge flashed through her mind, then she 
noticed the slight smile tugging at Simon's lips which instantly told her 
she had been right about him. 

"You are a beautiful bitch," he said, his voice husky with desire, as he 
approached her, smiling openly. "I'll have to ask you later about how you 
knew so much about my File Six. But right now, you are an impatient lady and 
I don't like to keep impatient women waiting." 

"How gallant," she mocked, as a silent breath of relief swept through her 
body as she turned on her heels and marched toward the bedroom, smiling 
secretly to herself. This would be enjoyable. 

She watched as he entered the bedroom. 

"You won't need to do that," she said, as he started loosening his tie and 
unbuttoning his shirt. "There's no reason for you to strip. I have no 
interest in watching you flash your pecker around. All I'm interested in, 
Simon, is your mouth and tongue." 

She moved to the bed and silently directed him to spread out on his back 
across the mattress. She then positioned herself directly over his face and 
spread her legs. She squatted slowly and planted her asshole on his lips, 
then dropped her weight fully on the target. 

"Dig in, sugarlips," she said, making a show of enjoying herself. But, 
looming back in her mind was the knowledge that completing the assignment as 
ordered, even successfully, meant the signing of her own death warrant. The 
agency, she knew all too well, wouldn't let her live following the 
assignment. She would be a security risk, at best. The ordeal of killing her 
own brother would make her damaged goods, and the agency eliminated such 
bruised items methodically and regularly. 

As she felt Simon's warm tongue dart and penetrate her tight asshole, she 
wondered if Simon would be assigned to assassinate her after she killed 
Roger. Probably, she guessed, he would volunteer for the job. Surely, she 
reasoned, Simon couldn't afford too many people running around loose who 
knew so well what guarded information was carried on his File Six. 

Eventually, she managed to suppress all such morbid thoughts. She knew from 
experience as an agent, that little purpose was served by contemplating the 
inevitable future. She still had time to worry about any possible plan of 
escape, if there was such a thing. The agency rarely failed in eliminating 
an assigned hit. Maybe she would be the first, but all of that would have to 
wait until she had time to think. Now, Simon's tongue was performing another 
small miracle. 

She ground and rotated her ass in a small circle as his tongue burrowed deep 
inside her asshole. She panted in thrilling gasps and waited as her pussy 
coated again with juice and mounting desire, welled throughout her body. 

Simon was again building her to another body racking, cunt-tingling climax. 
And that was all she could concentrate on at present. The torment of 
terminating Roger and then keeping herself alive would have to wait for 
another time. 

She was determined to enjoy as much of what little time she had left. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Roger was nursing a Friday evening scotch when he opened the door. She 
peered into his handsome face and waited excitedly for his reaction. The 
emotion spread over his even features without hesitation as his face boomed 
a wide smile. 

"Mel!" he shouted, throwing open the screen door and charging against her. 
He wrapped her in a strong bear hug and kissed her roughly on the neck. 

She laughed and returned his embrace. "Roger, baby, it's been too long," she 
said, pulling away and staring into his face. "You're still a beautiful 
man." 

"Sis, I bet you say that to all the dudes," he teased. "Well, come on in," 
he continued happily. "This is one hell of a surprise." 

He ushered her into his comfortably modest home, his arm snuggly secure 
around her slim waist. 

"It's great to see you, Roger." 

"Great ain't the word, Sis! This is like a dream! It's been ... what? Almost 
two years?" 

"Nineteen months, two weeks and four days. Give or take a couple of hours," 
she laughed and joined his embrace again. 

"You were always good at dates. Remember?" 

"That's strange. All the fellows always said I was good on dates." 

He laughed merrily as they stared into each other's eyes. The thrill, of 
seeing Roger had pushed thoughts of the reason for her visit far from her 
consciousness. She was overjoyed being with him again. 

"Hell, sit down and let me mix you a drink, Sis." 

"Thanks. Scotch will be perfect." 

She glanced casually around, vaguely wondering where Susan was. As she made 
herself comfortable on the Early American sofa in the living room, she noted 
the decor and the simple charm of the suburban Virginia home. Pride for her 
brother swelled inside her. Her brother had a nice, neat home in a 
respectable quiet neighborhood. Everything was tastefully arranged and 
quaint, if not lavishly expensive. Susan, she decided, was an excellent 
homemaker. She looked forward to knowing her better. 

Melody had met her briefly at the wedding. That had been exactly nineteen 
months, two weeks and four days ago. Melody remembered how Susan had seemed 
like a sweet girl, warm and much in love with her brother. Melody smiled as 
she recalled the tug of jealousy that had overpowered her that day, freeing 
her to leave abruptly after the ceremony. Now, Melody looked forward to 
getting better acquainted with the woman who had so much in common with her. 
They both, after all, loved the same man. 

Then, in the midst of her happy mental wandering, the purpose of her visit 
loomed in her mind. It shattered her happiness and cut through her like a 
knife. 

"Here you go, Sis," Roger said, popping into the living room and handing her 
a glass. 

"Scotch on the rocks. The perfect relaxer for the weary traveler." 

"Immediately, she shoved the evil assignment from her mind, determined to 
enjoy at least the first part of her stay, and sipped the drink. Roger 
watched her with bright eyes as he sat in an easy chair across from her. 

"Roger, you and Susan have a lovely home," she said, keeping her voice 
cheerful and avoiding his eyes. 

"Thanks. We like it. Nothing fancy, but it's comfortable and it's home." . 
"Where is Susan, by the way?" 

"You couldn't have timed your visit better, Sis. She's at the store stocking 
up for the weekend." 

"Were you expecting company?" 

"No. Hell, no! We were planning to take it easy this weekend. Just sit 
around here and not leave the house. You showing up makes it perfect. You 
are going to stay, of course? For as long as you can." 

She laughed. "Only for the weekend. If you are sure I won't be interferring 
with any plans you and Susan might have." 

"Forget that! We have no plans and even if we did, you being her is more 
important than anything else." 

They stared in silence at each other for several seconds. Sharing quiet 
time, each reliving the beautiful memories, they sat looking into each 
other's face happily. Melody was sure Roger shared her joy at being reunited 
after the many months. 

Staring at Roger, she couldn't help but realize how empty her own life had 
been lately. After all, Roger had a loving wife and pleasant home. She had 
nothing, she reminded herself, other than her work, and that too was in 
danger of ending. The excitement and challenge of new assignments, traveling 
the globe and meeting the romantic and interesting strangers had its price. 
She knew all too well. Especially now, sitting in Roger's comfortable living 
room in Virginia, waiting for his wife, Melody realized how much was missing 
from her life. 

She broke the silence, keeping off the unpleasant thoughts of the purpose of 
her being here before they could once again creep over her. "Remember all 
the good times, Roger? We had fun." 

"It wasn't always easy, Sis. But we managed. You did a super job." 

He was getting too serious. She didn't want that. She still couldn't trust 
her own emotions. She decided to play it light and try to guide the 
conversation into a more frivilous area. 

"I had super material to work with, as I recall," she said with a wink. 

He laughed. 

"I still dream about you, you know? I think about you constantly. And, let 
me tell you a woman's secret, Roger. I compare you with other men." 

"Really? In what way?" 

Now she laughed. "You and your ego. Just like all the rest. You really are a 
man." 

"You should know." 

"You know what I mean. The ego thing. Every man wants to know. They all want 
you to tell them a he. That they are the best and the biggest." 

"I'm waiting for the secret." He smiled. 

"All right." She lit a cigarette. "Don't let me crush you, little brother. 
You aren't the biggest, but you are the best. And the prettiest." 

"What?" He exploded with laughter. "That's a fine thing to say to a guy. And 
your own brother at that!" 

She joined his laughter. "You still have the prettiest cock of all I've 
seen. And, you know how to use it." 

"I had the best teacher. Susan thanks you almost every night." 

"Oh, now I'm hearing the brag." 

"I assure you, he isn't bragging." 

The smile froze on Melody's face at the sound of the third voice. She 
glanced toward the doorway of the living room and spotted Susan standing 
there, a small smile covering her lovely features. 

Roger continued to laugh. "Sis, you should see your expression. Hey, it's 
all right. Susan knows everything about me." 

Slightly dumbfounded, Melody gradually relaxed and peered again at Susan. 
She was relieved to see Susan's smile spread into an easy grin as she 
stepped into the room and stood beside Roger's chair. 

"Really, Melody," Susan said. "Roger is right. I know about you too. I think 
it's great. Besides, to tell the truth, it has always turned me on." 

"You're kidding?" Melody was surprised that she had found her voice. 

"I'm serious," Susan replied. "Roger has told me everything. It sounds 
tremendous. Just ask him." She bent and kissed his ear gently and slid her 
arm over his shoulders. 

"That's right, Sis. She digs hearing about our deep, dark secret love life. 
I think she's built it up into some wild fantasy." 

"Well, fantasies are for living, right Melody?" Susan said with a wink. "I 
was going to bring it up later with a little tact, but since you two started 
reliving the good old days without me, there's no point in being coy. 

Melody, do you think Roger is stud enough to keep two horny young women 
satisfied for the weekend?" 

As they laughed, Melody placed her drink on the coffee table and walked over 
to Susan. She embraced her warmly and said, "We'll see soon enough, but at 
least it'll be fun finding out." 

Roger looked up at his sister and wife and said, "No point in wasting time. 
Let's see who I can wear out first." 

The women giggled. 

"Maybe you better stay in your chair while we fix dinner, little brother," 
Susan said. "You'll need all the strength you can muster." 

"This will be like two fantasies coming true for me," Melody admitted, still 
clinging to Susan in near passionate embrace. 

"And what's the second fantasy?" Roger asked. 

Melody palced her hand softly on the small pouch of Susan's belly and smiled 
down at her brother. "Pregnant women have always turned me on. Between your 
lovely cock and your beautiful pregnant wife, I think I've died and gone to 
heaven." 

After dinner, the women ushered Roger from the kitchen, teasingly warning 
him to rest while he could. He seemed thrilled by the prospects of what the 
night promised, but Melody guessed her own feelings of anticipation couldn't 
be matched. She glanced repeatedly at Susan and felt a growing attraction 
sweep her body. 

Over Susan's objections, Melody helped with the dishes. As they worked, the 
conversation abruptly became more pointed. The women, Melody figured, had 
sized each other up and apparently Susan had approved of Melody as Melody 
had earlier approved of Susan. 

"Roger told me you taught him his staying power," Susan said, handing Melody 
a plate to dry. 

"There wasn't much to teach. He was always horny as hell. There were times 
when I thought he just couldn't get enough." 

Susan flashed a smile. "I know. He's one helluva good fuck." 

"I'll tell you something else I hope you already know," Melody said. "He h 
is the best pussy eater I've ever known." 

"Melody, the first time he ate my pussy, I knew I had to marry him. I always 
told myself when I found the stud who could eat my box right, that would be 
the man I would do anything to marry. Roger was the one." 

"You're a wise girl." 

They worked in silence for several seconds. Melody's cunt dampened as she 
thought of Roger and then of Susan. She longed for the party to begin. The 
stalling was wonderful, but torturous. 

"You really meant what you said earlier about knocked-up chicks, didn't 
you?" Susan asked, breaking the silence. 

"Honey, I don't say it if I don't mean it. Why? Do I show myself that 
obviously?" 

"Like, it's written across your face." 

"Does that bother you?" 

"Not with the right woman." 

"Should I ask?" 

Susan turned away from the sink and faced Melody. "See for yourself." 

Melody placed her hand gently on Susan's leg under her dress and slowly 
inched it up her thigh until her hand found Susan's soft pussy. The wetness 
and the invitation for the feel told Melody all she need to know. 

"I'm glad you married my brother," Melody said softly as her fingers groped 
the outer lips of Susan's slippery pussy. 

"I'm glad you are staying the weekend. I only wish it could be longer." 

"We can make it seem like forever." 

Susan's breath was coming in tiny gasps when Melody pulled her hand away and 
stepped back. "Let's get Roger and not waste any more time." 

"That sounds like a wonderful idea," Susan said. 

They left the kitchen and half of the dishes still to be washed. 

Roger was resting on the bed when his wife and his sister entered the 
bedroom. His cock was straining to its limit, sticking hard and thick 
straight up and his breath came in excited gasps when he spotted the two 
women. 

Wordlessly, Susan began stripping as Melody approached her brother and sat 
beside him on the bed. She lowered her face to his until their lips met. 
They kissed tenderly and longingly. Her tongue gently slipped between 
Roger's hungry lips and darted deep into his mouth. He pulled her down until 
their bodies touched. The contact, even through her clothing, made the love 
juices deep inside her begin to flow. She squirmed anxiously atop her 
brother, jabbing her tongue furiously now in and out of his eager mouth. He 
hunched up and down, driving his rock-hard tool against the material of her 
dress as if. his cock was trying to penetrate in a blind rage. 

"You two trying to catch, up on the first round?" Susan said with a soft 
laugh. 

Slowly, Melody eased off Roger and turned to face Susan. She didn't bother 
to restrain the slight gasp that escaped her throat at the sight of Susan's 
nude pregnant body standing at the foot of the bed. Melody smiled broadly 
and climbed off the bed. 

"You're beautiful, Susan," Melody breathed, the excitement rattling her 
voice just above a whisper. Melody took in every. inch of Susan's soft body. 
Her skin seemed to glow and cast off a silky, rich tint that made-Melody 
nearly swoon with desire. Her tits were full and heavy, but not sagging. 
Susan's nipples stood erect and flared provocatively. As Melody's eye fell 
lower, she lingered her gaze on Susan's swollen abdomen. It was perfectly 
round and neatly perched just above Susan's furry pussy. "I think I'm in 
heaven," Melody whispered, still eyeing Susan. Then, she glanced down on the 
bed and peered into Roger's smiling face and allowed herself another quick 
examination of her brother in all of his naked manhood glory. "Yep," she 
nodded. "I know I'm in heaven." 

Susan and Roger chuckled as Melody started to strip. 

"No, wait, Melody," Susan said. "Stay dressed for now. It's exciting at 
first for you to see us and we not be able to see you." 

Now Melody laughed and turned toward her brother. 

"What kind of masochist did you marry, little brother?" Melody asked, 
jokingly. 

"She's a glutton for punishment, that's for sure," Roger said. 

Susan stepped up to Melody and the two women embraced. Melody lowered her 
hands slowly down Susan's back and tightened the embrace until her hands 
cupped Susan's firm, but rounded asscheeks. They planted their lips together 
and immediately the two women vigorously tongued each other, impatiently 
jabbing their tongues into each other's mouth and moaning from the pleasure. 
Susan's hands stayed busy rubbing up and down on Melody's clothed body, 
excitingly running her hand s up and inside Melody's dress periodically. 

Gradually, they eased toward the bed and sank slowly on the mattress beside 
Roger and then another pair of hands joined their mutual exploring and 
probing. Female hands soon traveled over the male body, over the hairy, 
strong legs, the flat abdomen and chest. Teasingly, the female hands avoided 
the blood-surged pole and the meaty balls. 

The trio splashed kisses and caresses among themselves, constantly 
alternating the pace of the fondling. They slowed momentarily to sensuous, 
tender actions, then with gradually increasing intensity, they built to a 
crescendo of vigorous, hungry feeling and kissing. 

Roger slipped one hand between the buttons on Melody's blouse and 
immediately discovered a luscious braless tit. With his other hand, he 
inched his fingers along her thigh until he found a very wet, very hot 
uncovered pussy. 

His dick jumped upon contact with the hairy wetness of his sister's cunt and 
he damn near shot his load. Knowingly, his wife was prepared for her 
husband's reaction and she expertly gripped the base of his cock in a 
vise-like lock and shut off the flow of come gathering rapidly in his dick. 
Roger experienced the pain-pleasure of Susan's grip on his cock and the 
prolonging of his sensation. 

The two women exchanged knowing winks as Melody duplicated Susan's hold on 
Roger's prick with her own hand directly above Susan's and shifted her 
position just enough to allow Roger's pussy-drenched fingers easy access 
deep inside her. This brought Roger almost over the edge and would have if 
it had not been the women's knowledgeable preparation. Their hands clenched 
to the limits of their strength, forcing Roger's come no further than the 
very base of his dick. 

Roger groaned and panted with desire. He roughly squeezed Melody's tits and 
rubbed his thumb over her rubbery and taunt nipple. His vigorously rotating 
wrist, working inside her blouse, finally caused the buttons to snap free. 
As the buttons popped from Melody's blouse, her tits spilled forward and 
free, fully exposed, just above her brother's staring eyes and, again, his 
cock jerked. But the women increased their hold on him and again fought back 
his urge to come. They kept his come inside him as if they were protecting a 
precious treasure, determined never to let it escape. 

Melody's mind swept back to earlier years when she had practiced this very 
exercise on Roger for what, he would say, hours. She would draw him to the 
edge, beyond the brink and push him over, only to clamp the flow off, 
cutting it off at the base. His mind would actually will himself to come, he 
had told her, and he would even feel the sensation of climax although she 
had seen to it that coming was physiologically impossible for him. She 
remembered the thrilling experience of those past years and how, when he 
finally did come, his excitement and sensation was beyond description. 

As her mind focused back on the present, Melody purposely kept her two 
luscious melons directly in his line of vision. She then lowered them 
slightly, making it possible for him to suck her tits. From this position, 
she made it possible for him to see beyond her tits and to witness her and 
his wife furiously kissing as their hands stayed locked together on his 
pecker. 

It was like time itself had been suspended. There was no reason for any of 
the lovers to think of time. But, sometime later, their positions evolved 
into Melody sitting yoga-style and the trunk of her body bent forward 
allowing her tits to remain in Roger's mouth. Susan was now straddling her 
husband, slowly pushing her pussy up and down the length of his dick, while 
Melody kept her hand in place tightly gripping the base of Roger's prick. 
Melody was bent forward so as to allow her mouth to suck on Susan's tits. 
Then, Melody spurned on by the continual sight of Susan's pussy engulfing 
her brother's cock and slowly sliding back up revealing his entire shaft 
before swallowing him again, decided to alter her position. 

Melody eased Roger's head off her lap and sat up on her knees. She hiked her 
dress up over her hips then spread her knees wide, straddling her brother's 
head. In position, she slowly lowered her body until her pussy rested 
lightly on Roger's face. Her dress fell from her hips and covered her 
brother's entire head as he busily and eagerly lapped at her dripping cunt. 
Melody's new position enabled her better access to Susan's full knockers 
which she wasted little time taking advantage of. Susan's hands and fingers 
remained busy rubbing over Melody's body and never, for very long, ignoring 
her husband's chest and legs. 

Gradually, the tempo increased. Susan's thrusts up and down on her husband's 
pole became more vigorous and lusty. Roger, long since rotating and 
thrusting his hips to match his wife's hungry manipulations of his pecker, 
now squirmed his face against his sister's wet box, sliding his tongue deep 
inside her crack. He sucked her love juice into his mouth, then tongued as 
deep as possible. His teeth stayed active by biting lightly Melody's 
sensitive outer cunt walls and cunt lips. Every few seconds, his teeth would 
make contact with her delicate clit and Melody would go crazy with passion. 
The effects of Roger's pussy eating ability on Melody became increasingly 
obvious. She planted her full weight on her brother and rocked her pussy 
back and forth, then swayed in a circular fashion until she could no longer 
contain herself. She pulled her mouth off of Susan's tits and moaned loudly 
as her own climax built deep inside her cunt. Soon, under Roger's 
unrelenting thrusting tongue, her juices gushed forward, flooding her box 
and drenching Roger's mouth. 

Melody didn't bother holding back her feelings. She screamed with delight 
and sagged heavily on her brother's face, savoring the glorious explosion 
pelting her throughout her body. As her blood pumped furiously and her heart 
raced and her nerves tingled in the grand afterglow of climax, her mind 
gradually recorded the slight flickering sensations still attacking her 
spent cunt. 

She slowly began to comprehend the sensations. The light twitching at her 
pussy was gradually building and crawling once again deep into her womanly 
cavern and she became aware of what was happening. Roger was still at work. 
His tongue had diligently never slipped from position and ceaselessly licked 
and worked through the folds of Melody's burning hole. Her sensitive cunt 
reacted to his tongue's touch as if it were a flaming torch searing her 
parted pussy lips. 

It was impossible for her to contain a continual scream of joy and it was 
just as impossible to suppress her legs and hips from thrusting 
uncontrollably in hungry counterattack against Roger's experienced tongue. 
She ground her box hard into Roger's willing face. 

She had never experienced such a sensation. It was like her entire cunt was 
literally on fire. She could no longer isolate the individual thrusts of his 
tongue. Her pussy was numb. From her pubic covered outer cunt lips to the 
deepest regions of her vagina, she experienced nothing but pure excitement 
and joy. Her entire womanly organ was complete sensation and the rest of her 
body was in its control. She had little consciousness of what she was doing. 
Her mind had long since stopped responding to anything but the pleasure she 
felt. 

Her orgasms were coming rapidly and so close together that it felt as if she 
was experiencing one continual, unending climax. She had lost all control of 
her limbs. Her arms and legs flapped without direction like a rag doll in 
limp, uncoordinated movements. Then, finally, her body fell forward as if it 
could take no more of the pleasure. Her box finally moved from Roger's mouth 
as if in self-defense. 

Melody rolled across the bed, finally resting on her back, her lges spread 
loosely, her chest heaving as she sucked in air. Slowly, her mind and eyes 
cleared and focused. She lay still, spent, conscious of the delicious tingle 
shooting from her cunt throughout her body. Soon, she became aware of the 
voluntary contractions of her inner cunt walls as well as her outer pussy 
lips. It was a muscular response she had never experienced and it was 
pleasantly frightening. She had never lost total control before and, 
already, she knew she would never be satisfied with anything less in the 
future. 

She tilted her head and saw the lovely sight of Susan slumped astride 
Roger's slim, muscular waist. Her beautiful, rounded pregnant belly rested 
on Roger's stomach and Susan's face radiated a glorious smile that told 
Melody that her sister-in-law had just experienced the same kind of 
sensations of blissful climax. 

The two women winked and Susan giggled when Melody coyly licked her lips in 
exaggerated sensuousness. 

"I hope you girls enjoyed yourselves," Roger said in mocked sternness. He 
was stretched out leisurely with his arms behind his head. 

"Very much, sir," Melody said rolling over and bringing her face close to 
his. "You were brilliant," she added as she softly placed her lips against 
his and warmly kissed him. Gingerly, she darted her tongue between his lips 
as he embraced her tightly. 

"Isn't someone going to ask me how I feel?" Roger asked lightly when Melody 
pulled her mouth away and rested her head on his chest. 

Susan laughed. "No bitterness, please. He who waits shall be well rewarded." 

"You mean you didn't come?" Melody asked in earnest surprise. 

"You kidding?" Roger replied. "I'm married to the original she-wolf." 

Melody glanced at Susan in time to share a broad smile with her. "You 
didn't?" Melody asked. 

Susan nodded and winked. "My hand is getting cramped, too." 

"Your hand and my cock," Roger said as Melody laughed. 

Melody jumped from the bed and steadied herself as she walked behind the bed 
and saw Susan's hand still gripping the base of Roger's pecker. 

"Poor baby, it's turning blue," Melody said in mocked concern. 

"I'm not surprised," Roger said. "I can't even feel the damn thing." 

"Not your dick, silly," Melody said with a chuckle. "Susan's hand." 

They all laughed and Melody lit cigarettes for all of them. 

"I think it's time for you to strip, Melody," Susan said. "Your dress looks 
like it's seen better days." 

Melody slipped the garment over her head and dropped it at her feet. It was 
covered with stains of her own love juices and severely wrinkled from the 
wild contorting she had given it. 

Susan eased off Roger's pole, keeping her hand firmly placed in position at 
the base of his blood-gorged cock. 

"In that top dresser drawer, Melody, you'll find the medical tape," Susan 
said. 

"I knew you were a well-equipped girl the first time I saw you, Susan," 
Melody said with a smile as she found the elastic tape. "Mind if I do the 
honors while you relax your hand?" 

"Be my guest." Susan rested beside Roger and lazily ran her hand over his 
chest and stomach as Melody crawled between his legs and began to wrap the 
base of his cock tightly with the medical tape. She knotted it expertly, 
securely shutting off any possible ejaculation by her brother and 
permanently locking his cock into rigid erection. 

"You girls really know how to treat a guy," Roger said. 

"I've never heard you complain," Susan said, kissing his ear. 

Melody couldn't resist putting her lips to his dick and planting a series of 
light, nibbling kisses up and down the underside length of his cock. Within 
seconds, he was moaning and squirming his hips. 

Melody then extended her tongue and slowly drew the tiny tip of her tonuge 
from the edge of medical tape across his veiny manhood pole to the ballooned 
head and then to the very end of his pecker. Her tongue flicked playfully at 
the bulbed head, then attacked the tiny hole. The tip of her tongue gently 
parted his pecker hole and probed slightly inside. The resulting exercise 
drove Roger into a frenzy of writhing and contorting much like Melody had 
experienced earlier as she had sat on Roger's face and let his tongue do its 
magic on her cunt. Roger's imprisoned dick jerked vainly under the onslaught 
of her tongue and its pleasant torture. 

Melody moved her tongue from Roger's cock head and licked downward toward 
his bulging bag and the two seemingly walnut-sized balls. She ran her tongue 
gently at first over his ball sac, then worked her tongue roughly over the 
sensitive area, jabbing her tongue almost knife-like into his nuts causing 
him to thrust upward, his mighty dick stabbing hungrily into the air, 
rigidly and unwaveringly. Such a sight caused Melody's hot pussy to again 
dampen and she longed to throw her cunt hard onto the meaty manpole of his 
prick and let it slice through her drenched pussy walls. 

She marveled at the ivory-veined staff and its delicate curves standing 
threateningly tall. The taste of his hard cock excited her even more. Her 
tongue licked furiously over the delicate skin and encircled the thickness 
of his staff. Again, she eased her tongue lightly up the length of the shaft 
until she reached the tiny pecker hole, then, suddenly, her mouth parted and 
she dropped her head swiftly, engulfing the inflated head of his cock. Her 
lips met in a clenching grip just beneath his dick head and Roger screamed 
with delight. 

For long seconds, she remained motionless, feeling the fullness of his hot, 
throbbing cock head filling her mouth. With her hands, she slowly cupped and 
caressed his balls. Then, Melody started to suck. Gradually, she increased 
the pressure, as if drawing juice from a straw, she sucked on his dick head, 
as his moans of joy filled her ears and at that she didn't want anything 
more than to satisfy her brother in the best possible way. 

She opened her mouth wide and took in more of his shaft. By now, Roger was 
actively fucking her in the mouth, thrusting his rock-hard dick to the hilt 
in and out of his sister's mouth. Melody was getting hotter by the second. 
Her pussy was responding to the feel and taste of his luscious cock. She 
could no longer stop herself from planting her wet cunt on the long pole of 
manhood. 

Slowly, she eased her mouth from his cock and positioned herself over her 
brother's prick. Deliberately, she squatted over the pole until the outer 
lips of her dripping pussy touched the tip of his eager cock. Teasingly, she 
rubbed her love patch playfully across his swollen dick head several times 
as he moaned in thrilling ecstasy. Suddenly, she dropped down, her cunt 
walls sliced open and apart by the piercing prick. She rested for a few 
seconds, savoring the sensational feeling of his rich, swollen dong stabbing 
her hole. Her lovely ass slowly began rotating across her resting place high 
on his thighs. Her clit was already drenched from her own love juices and 
just the feeling of the lovely cock jammed to the hilt into her pussy caused 
her juice to flow once again. 

Roger's reaction was more like a young wild stallion gone berserk. With 
frenzied desire, he thrust and bucked, slamming his cock hard into his 
sister's beautiful cunt hole. Maddeningly, his cock jammed in and out of the 
slippery, yet delightfully tight pussy, desperately fighting for 
long-awaited climax. His restricted cock was like a mad machine in a blind 
rage. Racing continually in and out, up and down, he fucked the lovely crack 
of his sister's womanly seat of desire as the gushes of her love juice 
flooded his throbbing pole. 

Dizziness swept Melody and for an instant she felt as if she would surely 
faint. She fought to calm herself as her cunt continued to be happily rammed 
by the husky peter. She served up the last of her strength and pulled 
herself up and off his thundering dick, only to come down again hard, but 
this time allowing her tight asshole to be attacked by the thrusting rod. 

A short, piercing scream escaped her parted lips as the mad prick caught the 
tiny asshole in full-thrust and drove straight through to its limit. 
Physical momentum prevented her from resting at the end of her descent and 
she bounced back up to the end of his prick before sitting back down heavily 
on his rod and burying it again in her ass. 

New sensations flowed over her as her brother plowed his dick in and out of 
her ass and soon it was impossible for her not to increase her own pace of 
bumping up and down, moving up and down on his burning pole. 

Finally, Melody collapsed on Roger's heaving chest, unaware that her sudden 
lunge forward had dislodged his prick from her asshole. Her entire body was 
a mass of nerve-ending sensations. 

It was impossible to know how much time went by, but after Roger had 
regained some of his breath, he squirmed out from under his sister and 
gently turned her over on her back. Then, he guided his wife into position 
beside his sister. Melody and Susan responded to their new positions by 
embracing each other and hungrily kissing and fondling their soft female 
flesh. Roger didn't linger long watching their feverish lovemaking. He 
worked between Susan's legs and gently eased his cock deep into her waiting 
pussy. 

He pumped furiously until she tore her mouth away from Melody's beautiful 
tits and locked her legs and arms around her husband's body. Soon, Susan was 
crying out in joyous climax. Her arms and legs went limp and Roger easily 
pulled himself up and turned his attention toward his smiling sister. 

"Roger, I have never been so satified in my life. My little pussy feels like 
she's met the entire Marine Corp." 

"The party is just beginning, Sis," he said, plowing his tool deeply into 
her cunt. 

"Oh, Roger, you are the best! The absolute best fuck I've ever had. Please 
don't ever stop!" 

Roger was too busy to answer. He was fucking her wildly. He threw his cock 
into his sister's pussy with the weight and drive of his whole body behind 
him. 

Melody thrilled at the feel of his weight on top of her and pile-driving 
sensations of his prick. Her excitement could no longer be contained and 
again she felt herself being driven over the edge to unrelenting climax. 

She shrieked when her release finally came and she damn near blacked out. 
All she wanted was black sleep. She was fully and totally satiated. She felt 
her body could take no more, pleasant as it had been, she knew she could not 
endure more fucking. Her pussy and ass were numb. She was exhausted. 

But Roger was like a caged animal. His restricted cock was still like a 
madman on the loose. In a dream-like way, Melody was vaguely aware of Roger 
tugging gently on her arms and legs and repositioning her on the bed. 

After several moments, her spent body had regained sufficiently enough for 
her to notice that she was on her back with her head touching Susan's head. 
Roger had positioned the two women so the tops of their heads were touching 
and they were facing opposite directions on the bed. They were both on their 
backs. 

"And now, girls," Roger announced grandly. "The moment I have been 
impatiently waiting for." 

With a ceremonious tug on the medical tape binding his purplishly discolored 
cock, he freed himself. His dick seemed to jerk dramatically and bulge even 
more with its instant freedom. 

"Which lucky lady shall receive my pent-up love offering?" Roger asked 
jokingly, eyeing each of the smiling ladies. 

"If you were a gentleman, dear," Susan mocked, "you would gallantly divide 
your favors among us." 

"Exactly," Melody said. "Start with Susan, then jerk yourself after you 
start coming and run over to me for the grand finale." 

"You two are very funny. But I think nature has provided the proper choice 
for me." He playfully patted his wife's rounded belly. "I believe Melody is 
the logical one to have to bear most of my weight. Any objections?" 

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Susan teased. 

"No reason for jealousy, girls," Roger said with a broad smile.. "I think 
I've proven that I can easily satisfy you two." 

"No more helpful devices for you, young man," Melody said with a laugh. 
"Your ego would quickly get bigger than your pretty pecker." 

Roger crawled between his sister's beautiful long legs and eased his 
starving cock to her luscious pussy opening. 

"This shouldn't take long," he said. 

"That's a safe bet," Susan said as Melody giggled. 

Roger drove his dick deliberately into Melody's pussy and stretched himself 
forward so his mouth could, without much awkwardness, find work on Susan's 
spread and juicy love patch. 

Within seconds, he was shurning hard in and out of Melody's cunt and eagerly 
lapping at Susan's pussy at the same time. All three quickly became thrilled 
again and were panting and moaning under the various strokes and licks and 
fucking they were receiving. 

With a boisterous yell and a rigid tensing of his lanky body, Roger's motion 
stopped and the frustrated eruption that had been denied him for a seeming 
eternity now thundered through his charged cock and exploded into his 
sister's accepting love box. 

Melody easily felt the tremendous joy juice fired from her brother's prick 
flood her cunt walls as it triggered yet another of her own climaxes. His 
come continued to shoot into her, almost through her. She had rarely been 
able to actually feel a lover's come fill her pussy cavity, but now, this 
was more than a vague distant feeling. There was no doubt. It was like a 
water hose had been crammed deep inside her cunt and the water had been 
turned to full pressure. To think of what she was feeling, the thick wads of 
her brother's come drenching her spent cunt, was another of an entire 
evening of wonderful thrills and sensations. 

It seemed forever before Roger's body slowly relaxed on top of her. Melody 
savored every second, hugging her brother tightly to her, scissoring her 
legs around the trunk of his body as if to squeeze every drop of come from 
his thick, lovely hose. 

When it had finally ended, Roger merely rolled off his sister and lay 
motionless on the bed, too exhausted and drained to speak. 

"Wow," Melody finally said. "If I were you, Susan, I think I would be 
jealous." 

Susan laughed and made the first move to get off the bed. She offered Melody 
a cigarette, then sat on the edge of the bed beside Melody and lazily ran 
her fingers up and down the length of Melody's shapely leg. 

"Melody," she said seriously. "Your coming here for a visit has been one of 
the greatest things that could happen to Roger and me. It's been better than 
Roger and I could have imagined." She leaned forward and passionately kissed 
Melody's soft lips. "I'm so happy that you're here." 

Professionalism had to die, Melody reasoned as tears fell down her face and 
suddenly she broke into an open sob. She clutched Susan and embraced her 
firmly, drawing her soft, naked, beautifully rounded, pregnant body against 
her own flesh. How, Melody wondered vainly, could she be expected to kill 
two people she loved so much? 

It was still only Friday night. At least, she had a little more time to put 
off the answer to that heart-wrenching question. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

"Little brother, I still love the way you fuck my pussy," Melody said, 
working the bar of soap between her hands into a rich lather. 

"You don't know what a relief that is to know, Sis." Roger was beaming and 
the sight of him caused Melody's clit to contract involuntarily. The warm 
shower water pelting his head, plastering his fine hair over his youthful, 
handsome face excited her still inspite of the sexual marathon she had just 
endured. 

"With your seal of approval, Melody, I know now that I've been getting grade 
A stuff," Susan said with a playful tug on Roger's dangling prick. 

Roger responded by wrapping his arm around Susan's waist and embracing her 
tightly. The young couple kissed affectionately as Melody allowed a warm 
glow to sweep over her. For the moment, she made a conscious effort to block 
out the dreaded reason for her presence. She was happy for Roger. She had 
long ago accepted reality. No matter how much she loved Roger, she knew 
society would never allow them to live out their true feelings for each 
other. At least, she was consoled to the fact that Roger had found a woman 
he could love intensely and a woman who could return that deep love. 

"Melody, you're part of this family," Susan said, reaching out and pulling 
Melody toward them to join their embrace. 

Now was a time to enjoy, Melody decided as her body touched Roger's and 
Susan's beneath the spraying shower nozzle. 

"Remember how you used to wash me, Sis?" 

"One of my fondest memories, little brother," Melody said, pecking a soft 
kiss against Roger's wet cheek. 

Gently, she cupped his balls with her sudsy hands and lightly raked the soap 
beneath his sac. Susan watched the exercise intently, lazily fondling 
Melody's full, firm tits, her eyes locked on her husband's slowly growing 
dick. 

"This is "the way we wash the cock, wash the cock," Melody sang, as Roger 
and Susan joined in the familiar tune. 

Laughing uncontrollably and bracing each other, the three clung together in 
a tight, happy group. Roger's genitals were soon covered with soapy lather 
and his pole standing rigidly erect. Susan and Melody took turns stroking 
the soap-slick cock and massaging the meaty balls. Roger's breathing quickly 
became pants of excitement as he gripped Melody's knockers with one hand and 
Susan's with the other. 

Then, Melody, utilizing a soapy finger, managed to slip it into Roger's 
asshole as Susan continued to manipulate his prick and nuts. 

Susan laughed at the expression on Roger's face and Melody plunger her 
finger further up her brother's ass. 

"Sis and I always believed in a thorough cleaning," Roger explained with a 
broad smile after recovering from the surprised shock. 

"That reminds me of our littly toy in the bottom dresser drawer," Susan 
said. 

"Sounds interesting," Melody replied, busily finger-fucking Roger's tight 
asshole. 

Roger then lowered his head and planted a series of tiny kisses over his 
wife's .huge tits. His tongue encircled her erect, rubbery nipples as she 
expertly continued masturbating him. 

Melody buried her tongue into Roger's ear and he squirmed and shivered. 
Keeping her finger carefully in place, she slowly descended, running her 
tongue down the length of his body as Susan gradually angled Roger toward 
the downpour of water. In an instant, the soapy lather vanished from his 
groin and disappeared down the drain. 

Susan carefully sank to her knees in front of Roger just as Melody reached 
the same destination. The two women kissed passionately. Susan's tongue 
darted into Melody's mouth and probed the moistened warmth. Melody's free 
hand found Susan's lovely pussy patch and with the exciting knowledge of one 
woman to another, she immediately struck the correct cord. Between delicate 
fingers, Melody fondled Susan's clit and instantly the area became slick 
with the sweetness of Susan's juice. 

Melody could hardly wait until she could eat the lovely pregnant pussy and 
taste the hot love juice it offered. But for now, her brother's cock was at 
ready attention and craved for her warm, sucking mouth. She turned slowly 
from Susan's mouth and meandered her tongue up Roger's leg to his balls. She 
licked his sac repeatedly, continuing all the while to finger-fuck his manly 
asshole. She was aware of Susan's hungry lips and mouth on her knockers as 
she opened her mouth wide and felt his balls swimming in the sea of his love 
juice and the thought thrilled her. She sucked gently as Roger groaned. 

Even after the soapy rubdown, Roger's balls had the same masculine scent 
Melody would never forget. The taste was driving her wild. She could smell 
the almost musty, yet pleasant aroma of churning come. Reluctantly, she took 
her mouth away from his balls and impatiently attacked his cock with her 
tongue. Again, Roger shivered and Melody knew his climax was seconds away. 
She closed her teeth lightly around the thickness of his shaft as her tongue 
worked feverishly on his inflated dick head, toying constantly with the 
tiny, sensitive pecker hole. Then, she swallowed his whole prick, engulfing 
its entire shaft length until her soft lips touched his bristly pubic hair 
at the base of his tool. 

Melody Mason knew men and she certainly knew her brother. She had to taste 
his thick come. She wanted to experience it gush into the mouth and feel it 
coat her throat. She loved him so much and she wanted to swallow his seed as 
if it was his spirit. With a final thrust of her finger, she slammed it to 
the hilt into his asshole and held it firmly in place. At the same time, she 
sucked hard with her mouth, pulling on his entire shaft, sliding her tongue 
easily underneath his thick manhood. 

At once, his body jerked and she felt another shiver travel throughout his 
long, lanky body. Then, he exploded. 

She marveled at her brother's capacity. Just as earlier, his eruption seemed 
tremendous. A blast of hot man-come flooded her mouth with terrific force. 
Momentarily, she thought she might gag, but she was prepared. Quickly, she 
swallowed the first load of come to make room for the next wave. She 
continued to suck and swallow until, finally, his cock twitched and jumped 
and belched a subsiding stream of joy juice. She held his dick firmly in her 
mouth for several seconds, savoring his taste and wishing the time would 
stop. She would happily spend eternity in this position, sucking Roger's 
prick and swallowing his come. 

Melody shared in the laughing and joking as the three dried each other. The 
small bathroom was flooded with hot steam, leaving the mirrors coated and 
clouded. But there was no unpleasantness. Melody couldn't have been happier. 

She caressed Susan's soft skin lovingly and openly admired her lush, 
blemish-free body. At the same time, she was not oblivious to Roger's gentle 
massaging strokes across her own body with a soft turkish towel. She 
continued to let herself go. She wouldn't allow her mind to dwell on any 
harsh realities. Sooner or later, she knew, she would have to face them, but 
now was just not the time. 

But the time was racing. A soft droning voice from the bedroom radio clock 
had announced it was already after midnight. Melody had heard the news just 
before she had entered the bathroom with Roger and Susan. She didn't try to 
estimate how long ago that had been. 

The talk was of trivial, happy things as they prepared and ate a light snack 
of eggs and toast. Afterward, they moved to the living room with coffee and 
cigarettes and the talking continued. 

"You won't believe this, Melody," Susan was saying, "but meeting Roger 
probably saved my life." 

"Not really, Sis," Roger said quickly, cupping his hand gently over his 
wife's swollen tit. 

"Bullshit, Roger," Susan snapped, then playfully pecked a kiss on his ear as 
she cuddled against him. "He's modest, but I owe him more than anyone in 
this world." 

"You're serious," Melody stated. 

"Couldn't be more so. I've never told anyone what I would like to tell you, 
Melody." 

"It'll bore you, Sis." Roger was smiling and to Melody her brother had the 
expression of a little boy caught in the act of a dirty trick. 

"Please, Susan," Melody said seriously. "I would like to hear, if you want 
to talk about it." 

"I'll get more coffee," Roger said, standing and leaving the room. 

The two women watched him go, then Melody said, "If what you are going to 
tell me bothers Roger, maybe you shouldn't say anything. You and Roger are 
happy and I certainly don't want to stir up any harsh memories." 

"Trust me, Melody," Susan said earnestly. "Roger wants you to know all about 
me. It's like he wants your full approval of me. I don't blame him either. 
He has told me all about himself and what life was like for you two. Believe 
me, he doesn't mind you hearing about my life and the things that happened." 

Melody settled herself comfortably as Susan lit a fresh cigarette. 

"My father died when I was ten. We had a comfortable life. We were far from 
rich, but we never went hungry. My mother never had to work, at least until 
Dad's death. 

"He left a small insurance policy, a good car and a nice house that was 
still mortgaged. Well, to get more to the point, my mother started working 
at a department store. She hated it. She started as a clerk and the long 
hours being on her feet didn't help her disposition at home. I continued to 
go to school and did my best to keep the house straight and fix the meals. 
Before long, Mom got a promotion and a substantial raise. 

"I was so young, that at the time I never thought much about it. Even when 
she didn't come home at night. I remember being afraid at first, but soon it 
was a normal occurence for her to be gone all night." 

Roger entered the room with a steaming pot of coffee. He refilled their cups 
silently, then sat on the floor beside Susan as she continued. 

"Eventually, different men would come home with her and she would introduce 
them to me as friends from work. Needless to say, she was whoring, but at 
that time, I had never even heard the word. It wasn't long until she was 
home all the time. I don't remember questioning her about work. It just 
seemed like all of a sudden she was home and men were coming and going at 
all hours. I would come in from school and, likely as not, some guy would be 
there. Another one usually came at night and most of the time, I would never 
know when he left. 

"Anyway, time passed. I was young and in a world of my own. Then, one day 
when I was fifteen, I came home early from school. I don't remember why 
exactly. Probably a pep rally or something that wasn't mandatory, but I 
can't recall. At any rate, Mom was crying. It frightened me, so I rushed 
into her bedroom and saw her. She was sprawled across the bed. Her body was 
cut and it seemed to me she was covered with blood. Her face was battered 
and swollen. Her lips had been pulverized and were smeared with blood. 

"I rushed toward her and when she saw me, she started to scream. She tried 
to cover herself with the bedsheets, but it was too late. I had seen her. 
Her body was sliced with deep red welts, especially across her tits and 
around her cunt. 

"She grabbed at me and kept trying to tell me to run out of the house. I was 
too shocked to .understand or obey. I couldn't move. 

"Then, suddenly, I heard the bathroom door slam. My mother seemed to freeze. 
The next thing I remember was this man standing in the doorway of the 
bedroom, leering at me and my mother. 

"He was naked and all big and hairy all over. I remember he made no attempt 
to conceal himself. It was the first man I had ever seen like that. I can 
still see him, just as he was. Of course, now the image doesn't affect me 
like it did then or for years since then. Roger has seen to that." 

She smiled at Roger and Melody watched as her brother took Susan's hand and 
squeezed it reassuringly. 

"Unfortunately for me, Melody, your brother happened much later in my life. 
I can never forget what happened to me that day when I found my mother 
practically beaten to death, but because of Roger I have gotten over the 
experience." 

"You don't have to tell me anymore, Susan. I can imagine the rest," Melody 
said. 

"It doesn't bother me now, and Roger and I feel like it may be good therapy 
in a way. And, Melody, I want to tell you." 

Melody felt flattered in a pecular way. It was as if she had inherited a 
sister with Susan. 

"I can still see every detail of the man," Susan continued. "He stood in the 
doorway smiling with this lewd expression. His body was frightening and ugly 
to me. He wasn't particularly fat, but he was definitely one of those men 
who looked ten times better dressed than nude. I remember his dick standing 
straight and hard, pointing it seemed directly toward me. It scared me. It 
had a dangerous, threatening appearance. He came toward me, laughing and 
talking. I remember, he kept saying my mother had started the job, now I 
could finish it. 

"My mother pulled herself from the bed and tried to fight him off, but he 
shoved her back down, then hit her with his fist. At first, I thought he had 
killed her. He hit her so hard and she was already hurt so terribly, but he 
had only knocked her unconscious." 

Susan tasted her coffee and inhaled deeply on her cigarette before 
continuing. 

"The man grabbed me roughly and pulled me against him. I could feel the hair 
on his body and the big, hard cock through my clothes. I started to cry 
uncontrollably, actually too frightened to fight him. He squeezed my face 
against his and kissed me. He nearly bruised my mouth as he jammed his 
tongue deep inside my mouth. I almost gagged. I remember fighting for my 
breath as he ripped my dress. Before I realized what was happening, my 
little tits were exposed and he was roughly squeezing them with his massive 
hands. I know it was painful, but I cried and screamed more from 
humiliation. I had always been modest about my body and extremely bashful. I 
had never even been out on a date with a boy at the time. 

"The next thing I remember, was the man gripping the back of my neck and 
pushing me to the floor. He held my head in place and pushed my face against 
his cock. He kept telling me to suck him and he jabbed his prick into my 
mouth. It was hot and big and again I almost choked. He slammed it in and 
out of my mouth and involuntarily, I started to suck on it. 

"It seemed like hours later before he hauled me up from the floor and pushed 
me onto the bed. My mother was still out cold as he tore my dress completely 
off. Tears had clouded my vision, but I could still see his leering smile. 
He grasped my ankles and jerked my legs wide apart. My little virgin pussy 
opened up to him and I cried with shame as he smilingly stared at it. I felt 
his rough beard scrap my tender skin high between my thighs, then I felt his 
tongue lick my young cunt. I shivered and squirmed, sobbing the entire time 
as his mouth covered my tiny hole. He sucked furiously, bruising my pussy 
before he drove his tongue crudely inside the opening. It seared the 
delicate skin and my little clit felt punctured. 

"I tried to kick him away. He jerked up and slapped me viciously across the 
face. He lowered his face toward my small, developing tits and as his mouth 
engulfed one of my tits, I felt his finger plunge into my pussy. The pain 
was unbelievable. I screamed a hoarse bellow as my body stiffened under his 
attack. He started to suck hard on my tits and drove his rough finger in and 
out of my box. It felt like a hot knife carving away at my cunt. All I could 
feel was a stinging, burning throb throughout my pussy. I came close to 
passing out several times, but I don't think I ever did. It became like a 
bad dream. As if all of it was happening to someone else. My entire body 
felt numb, but I had this mysteriously detached sensation as he continued to 
ravish my body. I remember him finally pulling off of my tits and 
withdrawing his finger from my cunt. Then he pushed my legs up until my 
knees were pressed against my chest. I couldn't feel much until I 
experienced the unmistakable probing of his cock against the outer opening 
of my burning cunt. 

"He grunted like an animal and plowed his dong into my pussy. At that 
moment, my detachment ended. The pain was too great too real. I screamed as 
he continued to lunge forward until his face was inches above mine. My cunt 
was on fire, as if a blow torch instead of his dick had been rammed into my 
virgin box. He pulled himself out, then plunged forward again, and again I 
screamed. It seemed to turn him on. Soon, he was fucking and fucking and 
ramming madly, driving his deadly pole in and out of my torn cunt savagely. 

"The pain increased with his every stroke and I felt like I was seconds away 
from death. Then suddenly, his body twitched and jerked. He stopped, 
gripping my tits in a tremendous squeeze. His body shuddered and I actually 
thought he was having a heart attack. He grunted again loudly and drove his 
cock once again deep inside me and fell heavily across my body. He thrashed 
about, grunting and moaning and then he was still." 

Although Melody had never had such an experience, she felt instant sympathy 
for Susan. Every woman, Melody knew, froze inside at the thought of what had 
happened to Susan. Women planned their entire lives around escaping the 
clutches of a rapist or the brutality of a savage attack from behind the 
bushes on a secluded, darkened street corner. Melody looked into her 
sister-in-law's face and realized another basic truth in every woman's 
psychic: the supreme violation of a virgin cunt. Susan had endured both a 
rapist and the forced penetration of her fragile maidenhead. 

Melody watched as Roger's arm comfortably embraced his wife and at that 
moment, her pity for Susan mixed with feelings of love for the woman. Melody 
could see that Susan had survived both tramatic attacks and, with the 
unmistakable help of Roger, she had managed to heal her scars and make a 
wonderful life for herself. 

Melody wondered if she had that much strength of character to overcome such 
injuries to her own psychic. She could, she felt, only if a man like Roger 
would come along and show her the way to again enjoy the embrace of a man 
and to feel his hard shaft pierce gently the delicate folds of her tender 
pussy. For that realization, Melody felt another warm glow of closeness and 
love for her brother. She was proud of the type of man he had become. She 
loved him all the more for it. 

The three sat in silence hearing the quiet sounds of the night. Melody 
waited patiently for Susan to continue to reveal the scars terribly made 
years before. 

"For four years, following that afternoon and the nightmare of it all, I 
withdrew more and more within myself. I went through the motions of living, 
but I felt dead on the inside. I felt used and dirty. Like something good 
only for throwing away. I suppose I thought of suicide many times in those 
days, but I don't remember ever coming dangerously close to actually killing 
myself. I guess the only reason I , didn't end my life was the hatred 
burning just beneath my consciousness for men. All men in general. My hatred 
went well' beyond my feelings toward the man who actually attacked me. For 
four years, I feared men, loathed them and deeply mistrusted them." 

Susan turned toward Roger and a small smile slowly covered her face. She 
kissed the side of his face and looked back toward Melody as she continued. 

"But Roger changed all of that. That's why I said he saved my life. He 
actually did. Don't you see? I was headed nowhere. I would have eventually 
either killed myself out of self-hatred, or possibly even killed a man or a 
whole group of men. I used to plot my revenge. I pictured myself luring a 
man to my home and turning on him, then grabbing a knife from beneath the 
pillow and forcing him to stay still while I tied him down to the bed. Then, 
I would slowly carve him up. It would be done carefully, so as to keep him 
alive and conscious as I castrated him. I would dream about such things in 
very great detail. It would occupy my mind for hours. But, needless to say, 
I never went through with any of my dreams." 

She paused for a moment, as if in regret. "Unless you count the first time 
with me," Roger said. 

"You mean, Roger was one of your intended victims?" Melody asked in an 
obvious tone of surprise. 

"Yes, I guess he was," Susan said. "I worked in a little cafe just off the 
campus of where Roger was a student. He would come there late at night, 
drink coffee and study lecture notes. He got friendly and continued to come, 
night after night and I kept battling with myself about him. Part of me 
wanted to brush him off cold and forget him, and the other part wanted me to 
use him for my dreams of revenge. 

"Finally, one night, I forced myself to respond to his invitation and let 
him take me home from work. Thinking back, I don't really know if I could 
have gone through with my plans. Assuming the evening had happened 
differently, I really can't say what I would have done." 

"Obviously, you didn't deball him or wack off his beautiful pecker," Melody 
said, winking at Roger. "So, what did happen?" 

"We got to my place and I was expecting him to grab me and throw me on the 
bed and start shoving his dick into me. Remember, that had been my only 
experience with lovemaking up until then. But, he surprised me. It was all 
so different. We talked. He asked a lot of questions about me, real easy and 
friendly. Not at all like a quiz. We just made small talk. He mixed some 
drinks and one thing led to another. The next thing I knew, he was kissing 
me. He was soft and warm, never forcing. I found myself responding to it in 
a pleasant way. Then, he started rubbing my tits as we kissed and my pussy 
started to throb and tingle. 

"About this time, I was really confused. This wasn't at all like it was 
supposed to be with a man. I was liking all that was happening. I was 
experiencing feelings I never knew existed for a woman. My cunt was getting 
wet and my nipples were erect and my hands couldn't move fast enough over 
his body. When he started unzipping my dress, I froze momentarily and I 
think he sensed this. He stopped, poured us more drinks and asked me 
point-blank if I had ever had a bad experience. 

"I began to feel ashamed and didn't want to admit to him what had happened 
to me so long ago, so I denied anything was wrong. To prove it to him, I 
remember standing up and stripping completely. I remember he laughed and 
started taking off his clothes. 

"Then the next thing I remember, we were in bed and I was holding his dick 
and balls and wondering how I could have been insane enough to think of 
cutting off such obvious tools of pleasure. Before we actually fucked, I 
somehow knew it would be a wonderful experience." 

The story was getting to Melody. Her pussy was wet again and her nipples 
were registering her excitement. She could picture the event in her mind. 
Her brother's handsome nude body in bed with the once-frightened, violated 
young girl, slowly being drawn back into a full existence because of Roger's 
gentleness and knowledge. She was eager to hear more and was relieved when 
Susan spoke again. 

"Every second, I was gaining confidence in myself and in Roger. I was sure I 
wasn't being tricked. I remember it all so well, so vividly. I like to think 
of it as my first real fuck. The memory of the other is still here, and I 
know it always will be. But when I start to think of that first time, I urge 
myself to remember the first time with Roger and it takes the sting out of 
the bad memory. 

"I was cupping his balls in my hands and every few seconds, I braved 
bringing a hand up to cover his rock-hard prick. It was long and warm, but 
not threatening and vicious like the first. Roger was smooth, like ivory and 
each time I stroked him, I could feel him respond. His whole body would 
shudder and I knew I was making it good for him. He put his mouth over my 
tits and sucked on my nipples, going from one to the other and I felt 
light-headed almost instantly. My cunt seemed to flood I was so wet. Then, 
he pulled me against him like a lizard to a rock and his mouth lifted from 
my tits to my mouth and remained there. 

Gently and tenderly, he entered my cunt and I voluntarily spread my legs for 
him. I felt every inch slice inside me and it was good. Then, it was great. 
His whole dick was buried inside my wet, eager pussy and it was like my box 
had been starved for him. 

"Slowly, he withdrew his cock from me, then again inched it back into me and 
my thoughts faded little by little until it was all feelings and impressions 
and concentration. My mind centered on a small point and concentrated on the 
dam within my cunt, holding back the flood I knew was quickly coming. 
Multicolored lights flashed a warning and I kept concentrating on the dam, 
willing myself to shut off the flow. Then, the pressure became too great and 
I heard a muffled, strangled cry from Roger and it was like a signal to me 
to let the dam crack against the flow of my flood. There was a great gush 
and my body felt as if it had been lifted high off the bed and then another 
wave gushed throughout my cunt and we screamed in joy together. 

"The last thing I remember before falling asleep in his arms, was being limp 
and breathless and on my back staring up at the ceiling, but seeing a whole 
new, bright world." 

Melody, never one to deny herself any pleasure, fell back on the sofa and 
busily fingered herself. In the near foreground she could hear the sounds of 
lusty kissing between Susan and Roger. 

Soon, their sounds evolved into the unmistakable tones of fucking. Spurned 
by the obvious hard, hungry fucking taking place on the floor, just beyond 
the coffee table, Melody speared her fingers deep into her juicy cunt and 
brought herself to a quick, but needed, release. Her clit quivered and her 
love juice squirted and her fingers tensed, then relaxed. She withdrew her 
fingers and wiped them on the napkin provided with the coffee. Masturbation, 
she concluded, was sometimes necessary, but it would never replace a 
throbbing, ivory-sheathed man's cock. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Melody was awake when the first rays of sunlight filtered through the 
bedroom curtains. She had slept in jagged spurts, her unsettled mind far too 
active to allow total rest. 

The happy homecoming was over. It had been wonderful. She had been 
satisfied, not only sexually, but also from the sisterly viewpoint of 
knowing her brother was married to a girl whom Melody lovingly approved of. 
But now, the mission loomed before her. There was no more escaping it. There 
could be no more putting it off. The ugly truth for her visit was a fact in 
which she had to deal. 

She quietly climbed from the bed, careful not to disturb Roger and Susan as 
they slept securely in each other's arms. She couldn't resist glancing down 
at her brother's handsome body. He had tossed the covers away in his sleep, 
exposing himself completely. Melody experienced a happy stirring deep inside 
her cunt as she studied his pecker. It was resting soft and innocently, 
miraculously different in appearance to its hard, vein-ridged dimensions of 
erection. Melody fought the urge to fondle the pretty little lump that could 
so rapidly expand into a formidable hose. She had to think and now was 
certainly no time to be tugging on Roger's dong. 

The questions she had asked herself earlier were now bigger than ever. Too 
many things didn't add up. It had taken until now for her to be questioning 
this unusual assignment. Too many things had hit her at once. Just finishing 
a grueling assignment in Paris, Whitley meeting her immediately upon arrival 
back in the States with the new assignment of murdering her brother and plus 
her careful training of accepting assignments without question, had dulled 
her responses. 

Now, after time to ponder the mission, grave doubts were leaping into her 
mind. There had to be some reason, some motive for this assignment and for 
the unusual way in which it was to be carried out. Her mind reeled through 
the maze of questions and facts again. 

She took her coffee cup as she strolled through the house and peered out the 
front window. She spotted Simon. The familiar car was parked across the 
street and two doors down, just as she had seen it last night shortly after 
her arrival. 

Why his obvious interest? Why had he practically tortured her? Why his 
intensity about this assignment? Why? 

The questions remained. The answers remained blank spots on her imagination. 
One thing she accepted openly to herself now, was exactly what must really 
worry Simon. She had been thinking, far back in her mind initially, of 
possible ways for Roger to escape the trap of this assignment. Now she 
calculated ways for all three of them to escape Whitley and the Company. She 
knew their chances were remote at best, but she certainly wasn't going to 
kill her own brother. 

As she analyzed her thoughts, she realized she never seriously intended to 
carry out the assignment. Her mental grief had been the training and 
rationalization of what her professional self had said she must do. Her own 
mind and feelings had provided the emotional arguments and she knew there 
had never been any doubt that professional feelings could override her 
emotional feelings. Detachment, in this assignment, was impossible. 

As she thought it through, a mild panic began to grow in the pit of her gut. 
Her mind leaped forward, like a computer going through the steps of piecing 
together data. Surely the Company knew her better than she knew herself. The 
Company, or at least a computer at the agency, would know such an assignment 
as this would not be executed by her. 

"Penny for your thoughts," Susan's sunshine voice broke into Melody's 
pensive stare. 

"Good morning," Melody said happily. This wasn't the time to confide in 
Susan. Melody quickly decided she would have to brief Roger soon, but leave 
it to him to tell Susan. News of that nature, Melody reasoned, was better 
left of a husband, regardless of the closeness of another woman. 

"I'll bet you'd love my breakfasts." 

Melody caught the gleam in Susan's expression and immediately her interest 
was aroused. 

"I get the idea you aren't talking about a standard bacon and eggs 
breakfast," Melody said with a smirk. 

"I have a confession to make. I usually have him and eggs. But today I would 
love to have you and eggs." 

"Sounds interesting," Melody said, her excitement peaking fast, the 
unpleasant and painful meeting with Whitley all but forgotten. "If your 
appetite will permit it, maybe you could stand both courses. I'm curious as 
hell to watch you have him and eggs." 

Susan leaned over the table, bringing her face close to Melody's. Melody 
kissed her eager lips, then accepted her darting tongue as it probed the 
interior of her mouth. Despite their earlier bad treatment, Melody's tits 
tingled with sensation under Susan's expert Frenching techniques. Her pussy 
instantly felt slick. 

"Wait here," Susan said, pulling her mouth away from Melody's with seemingly 
a great deal of reluctance. 

Melody, in a startled trance, almost dropped the coffee cup before she could 
replace it on the saucer. Her eyes bugged at the sight of Susan, re-entering 
the kitchen, completely nude, a dildo strapped around her waist. It looked 
so realistic that Melody couldn't help but think that she had become a man 
and was sporting a huge erection. 

"What are you going to do with that?" 

Melody asked, her excitement evident in her voice. 

"I'm going to fuck you with it," Susan grinned. "But all in good time. 
First, I have something else for you." 

Melody trembled with excitement as Susan revealed from behind her back a 
white, penis-shaped vibrator. "Can I guess what you are going to do with 
that?" Melody asked, her cunt beginning to flutter in anticipation. 

Melody hurriedly stripped off her jeans and sweater as Susan approached her 
with a sensuous grin. Panting with excitement, in seconds she was standing 
by the kitchen table, naked, eyeing first the life-like dildo, then the 
vibrator. 

Susan placed the vibrator on the table and guided Melody to the table's 
edge. 

"Sit right there on the edge, Melody, and spread your beautiful legs," Susan 
purred. "I want to get a good, close look at that lovely box." 

Melody quickly complied. Susan sank slowly to her knees, positioning herself 
between Melody's spread legs. She reached up and ran her hands over Melody's 
nipples. There was nothing but pleasure under her touch, even now, after the 
bruising Simon had administered to them. 

As Melody grew more excited from the caressing fingers over her nipples, 
Susan suddenly moved her tongue into high gear, driving it enthusiastically 
against Melody's cunt. 

Soon the burning friction was getting to Melody as Susan let her tongue 
sweep with devastating zest around the lovely snatch. The sensations 
accelerated deep within Melody every time that Susan's tongue stroked 
against the hair-lined box. 

"Tongue-fuck my pussy," Melody hissed through clenched teeth as she grabbed 
handfulls of Susan's hair and shoved her face hard against her steaming 
cunt. "Please, Susan, please. Work your tongue deep into my pussy. I need it 
so much. I love it so much!" 

Several burning moments later, Melody released her juices from her mound, 
feeling a super sense of relief as Susan busily lapped up the gushing snatch 
juice. 

After pleasurable minutes, Susan stood, smiling into Melody's face, she 
reached behind Melody and took the vibrator from the table. Wordlessly, 
Susan moved the vibrator around until it started to run. 

Melody listened to the whirring sound as she eased back on the table until 
she was flat on her back, her legs dangling over the table's edge. She 
didn't have to wait long for Susan to gently insert the penis-like tip of 
the vibrator. 

Susan slid the vibrator into her, working it around her twat. The longer 
that she circulated it, the more thrilled Melody became. 

"Work it, baby," Melody breathed heavily, her body arching against the 
swirling machine. "Fuck me good. Oh my God! I'm about to juice, I'm going to 
shoot again. I feel like I'm going to blow up!" 

Melody's body vibrated in unison with the gadget and then her juices shot 
from the pit of her box with explosive force. She drenched the vibrator with 
her love juices as her legs twisted and closed only to spread wide again and 
again. 

Susan withdrew the vibrator and leaned forward, her weight resting across 
Melody's prone body. Their tits pressed together as Melody eagerly worked 
her mouth and tongue into Susan's mouth. 

"Now, for the best part, my beautiful lover," Susan whispered. "I'm going to 
fuck you and have my eggs." 

Melody laughed pleasantly. "What did you say, you lovely, sweet, little 
pregnant lady with the big man-cock?" 

"My cock is loaded. It shoots." 

"You're kidding?" 

"No. I put some egg whites into this little pouch right here in the balls . 
When I press a switch, I juice. Just like a man." 

"Must be why I'm an American," Melody chuckled. "We've got everything." 

"We usually do when it comes to fucking.' "You are really going to fuck me 
with that thing, then shoot off egg whites into my cunt?" 

"You bet your pretty ass, baby. And then you can relax while I finish my 
breakfast having him and eggs." 

"Let's get this show on the road. I can't miss watching Roger get fucked by 
this egg beater." 

They laughed together as Melody felt the huge dildo penetrate her spread 
cunt. Susan rammed the penis-like object forward, entering her as she gasped 
with joy. 

Melody was amazed how well Susan could duplicate the fuck of a man, wiggling 
her hips from side to side, rotating her body as she plunged the dildo 
effectively inside her pussy She was perfect, proving again to Melody that 
only a woman could know exactly the best way to satisfy another woman. Susan 
fingered her asshole and gently rubbed her full rounded, perfectly shaped 
asscheeks with knowing caresses with her free hand. 

"Goddamn!" Melody screamed, completely lost in the sensation of the double 
fucking action on her cunt and her ass. "You fuck so good. Man, can you fuck 
me! Keep driving that finger into my ass. It never gets enough attention!" 

Back and forth Susan manipulated her fingers and as she did so, she kept up 
the incessant cock slamming. The fake phallus kept thundering forward, 
stabbing inside Melody's cunt with great excitement. She kept on driving it 
in firmly, exclaiming soon that she was going to juice herself. 

"Now, now!" Susan screamed. "I'm going to come!" 

Several strokes later, Melody felt Susan withdraw her finger from Melody's 
ass as Susan released the egg whites from the makeshift testicles. 

Melody closed her eyes and found herself receiving the same kind of 
titillating sensations going through her as when a man would unleash his 
male juices inside her twat. 

"Now, that's a great fuck." Susan laughed, withdrawing the dildo gently from 
Melody's spent crack. 

"You bet your sweet ass, baby," Melody said mockingly as they both lapsed 
into renewed laughter. 

Susan helped Melody off the table as they caught their breath. Melody limply 
sank down into a chair and grinned up at Susan. She reached out and Susan 
handed her the dildo. Their eyes locked and Melody knew she had the wife's 
permission before the question was even asked. 

"May I?" Melody asked. 

"My pleasure," Susan replied. "I'll help you reload it." 

Loaded and strapped in place around her waist, Melody stood back and looked 
down at the huge shaft extending from herself and laughed. "Look at me, 
baby. I'm a red hot man with a hard-on that'll drive the chicks wild." 

"You won't be laughing when you start applying that dong," Susan said. 
"You're going to lose yourself totally in your identity, honey, and you're 
going to be surprised just how much fun it's going to be to fuck instead of 
getting fucked. Know what I mean?" 

"Time will tell," Melody said with a wink. "Lead me to the lucky lady." 

They giggled through the house toward the bedroom and a sleepy, unsuspecting 
Roger. 

It didn't take much coaxing to prepare Roger for what was coming. He grinned 
sheepishly at the first sight of his sister, the long dildo sticking 
straight out from between her legs. Comically, Melody stroked the dildo and 
said in husky tones, "I'm looking for ripe, young crack to stick my horny 
dick into. And since you can't keep a good man down, I've picked you, you 
pretty little thing." 

They laughed, but Roger's laughing stopped as his sister approached him and 
the bed. Instead, he stared with bugged eyes and it was obvious to Melody 
that her brother was growing more and more excited. His own prick began to 
extend with gigantic leaps. 

"Now, little thing," Melody teased as she climbed onto the bed. "Treat my 
big ol' thing real nice and he'll treat you nice in return. Start by giving 
him a soft, sexy kiss." 

Susan have moved into the bedroom and Melody noticed that she had settled 
comfortably in a chair facing the action on the bed. She and Susan exchanged 
winks as Roger lowered his mouth to the head of the realistic dildo. His 
lips parted and enveloped the phony cockhead as Melody made a show of 
swooning in delight. 

"Oh, pretty baby, that's real nice. I think I'm going to have to give you a 
nice big fuck for your kindness." 

She guided Roger over on his stomach and directed him to spread his legs and 
pull his knees up until his manly, firm ass was sticking up, exposed and 
ready for her thrusting rampage. 

Deliberately, Melody leaned forward and nudged the cock against Roger's 
tight asshole. His head was resting face-down on a pillow and a shiver of 
excitement swept through Melody's body as she surveyed his muscle-ribbed 
back. She ran her hands over the smooth, hard manly back as she steadied her 
position and lunged forward, heaving the phony tool deep into his asshole. 
The first few stabs felt kind of weird, but as soon as she began to find the 
range, consistently plunging and probing with the makeshift object into his 
ass, she performed gracefully like an old master. 

She kept up" the thrusting, and soon, just like a man with an overpowering 
erection, she systematically started stepping up the pace. She plunged her 
cock inside Roger's ass, enjoying every stab. Roger writhed under her attack 
and moaned with each stroke. Melody's busy hands slid off his back and found 
a natural holding place on his crotch. If she had any doubt that Roger was 
enduring a painful experience, those doubts were quickly erased. Her hands, 
to her, delight, found a rock-hard erection and this one was the real thing. 
With one hand, she tugged gently on the dangling sac, fondling the full 
balls. Her other hand concentrated on the blood-gorged prick. She heard 
Roger's moans take on a new dimension as she used her grip to secure her 
position as she continued to frantically plunge in and out of his responding 
asshole. 

"Fucking you is like milking a cow at the same time," Melody said with a 
laugh. 

She felt Roger's explosion coming. The base of his shaft started to jerk and 
his body tensed. Melody acted quickly. She sank the dildo to the hilt inside 
his asshole and held her body in place as she let the egg whites fly. To her 
own surprise, a natural climax had built well up inside her boxy and was now 
flooding her clit and coating her pussyhole, and as the sea of white burst 
uninhibitedly from the dildo into his asshole and real man cum shot from 
Roger's pecker. The thick warmth of his cum covered her hand as Roger 
coHapsed under her weight. 

Slowly, Melody withdrew the fake shaft from her brother's asshole only to 
feel his body jerk and twist repeatedly in renewed climax every few seconds. 

"The old rope trick, little borther," she laughed as she finally freed the 
dildo from his hole. With a playful slap across his firm asscheeks, she 
said, "You're the best fuck I've ever had, sweetie." 

Susan joined in their laughter. Melody glanced in her direction in time to 
see her fingers slip from her juicy cunt. 

"I wanted to take some part in the action, even if it meant being an active 
spectator," Susan said under Melody's smiling stare. 

The three shared another happy laugh. 

Saturday had gotten off to an eventful start. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Roger barbequed hamburgers in the backyard at noon and Melody occupied 
herself with helping Susan in the kitchen. She continued to think through 
the assignment and how best to handle the problem. Periodically, she would 
glance through the front window and spot Simon Whitley waiting, watching. 

They chatted happily over lunch as the day droned on. The time was slipping 
by and Melody was feeling the slight stirrings of panic tugging at her guts. 
She really hadn't decided anything definite. She knew she must tell Roger, 
or at least probe him about his job. It was still something she didn't wish 
to do in front of Susan. 

That much of Melody's problem solved itself in early afternoon when Roger 
announced that the booze cabinet was getting bare. He asked Susan to correct 
the situation by heading for the liquor store. Melody graciously declined 
Susan's invitation to accompany her and thus she had her opportunity to 
speak with Roger privately. 

"You two don't get carried away while I'm gone," Susan called from the back 
door as she headed for the garage and her trip to the store. 

It was two-thirty. Melody decided she couldn't afford to stall any longer. 

"Roger, we have to talk," she said, her voice grave. 

"I could tell something was bothering you, Sis." 

"I didn't know it showed." 

"I know you pretty well. Besides, it's not like you to drop in for a cozy 
weekend all of a sudden. I figured you would talk when you were ready. Are 
you in some kind of trouble?" 

She reached out and cupped his face in her ands and kissed him. He was 
concerned for her and her heart went out to him. He was really such an 
innocent. It was all she could do to keep from crying openly as she peered 
into his charming bright face, now clouded with concern for her. 

She told him everything. She began with the assignment Whitley had given 
her. She asked him point blank if he had been leaking information to the 
opposition. 

"That's the damnedest thing I've ever heard," Roger thundered. "Sis, you 
know my job. What information could I get? I'm a glorified secretary. I push 
paper. At best, I'm a useless expense." 

"That's what I've been telling myself," Melody confessed. "The whole thing 
doesn't make sense." 

"There must be some mistake," he offered. "No mistake. At least not from 
Whitley. He's been watching the house since I arrived." 

"He what?" 

"Outside right now. I bumped into him earlier this morning when I walked the 
streets." 

"Sis, what did he say?" 

"I have until six o'clock this evening to report to him with a definite 
plan. Then, at midnight tonight, I'm supposed to report back to him that the 
mission has been carried out and that you are terminated and that I have the 
name of your contact agent with the opposition." 

"This is ridiculous. I don't know what to think." 

Melody and Roger were still contemplating the mystery when Susan returned 
minutes later. 

"Booze for all," she called out, entering the house. "Hope I'm not breaking 
up anything." 

"That pretty mind of yours is always in the gutter," Roger said to his wife, 
a wide grin spread across his face. 

"You complaining?" Susan asked, returning his smile. 

"Well, I'm not complaining, because my mind ususally stays in the gutter," 
Melody said, moving across the room toward Susan. She helped stack the 
bottles in the bar. 

"Susan, did you see anyone at the store?" Roger asked lightly. 

"I think I'll mix myself a drink," Roger said, standing and moving towards 
the bar. "You ladies care to join me?" 

"Too early for me, wino," Susan teased. 

"I'll live dangerously," Melody said, stepping aside as Roger walked behind 
the bar and poured the drinks. 

"You two go ahead. I've got some bedsheets to change." Susan winked and 
extended her hand to Roger's crotch. She gripped the material of his slacks 
in a light squeeze and kissed his cheek. 

When she left the room, Melody nudged close to Roger. 

"You're a lucky man, little brother," she said. 

"You're telling me. She's been great for me, Sis. A guy couldn't be luckier 
having you for a sister and Susan for a wife." 

"Never mind that now," Melody said. "We've got a problem. I gather Whitley 
is back on the street?" 

"Yes. I couldn't see his face, but I saw the car and the outline of a man 
sitting behind the wheel. You thinking what I'm thinking?" 

"He must have followed Susan." 

"What does that mean, Sis?" 

"It could mean the way we can get out of this thing." 

"What?" 

"Listen carefully. There's no time." Melody gulped her drink, then continued 
in hushed tones. "If he's tailing anyone who leaves the house, I may be able 
to divert him away from here while you and Susan slip off. Can you get a 
neighbor's car?" 

"Sure, I suppose so." 

"After my six o'clock meeting with Whitley, I'll come back and we'll wait an 
hour or so, then I'll get in your car and drive off. We'll have a chance, if 
he follows me. You will be watching from the window. If he does follow me, 
you can get Susan and get the hell out of here." 

"What about you?" 

"Don't worry. I'll be all right. We'll think of some place for you and Susan 
to wait until you hear from me. We'll take it one step at a time." 

"But...." 

"Here comes Susan." 

Susan came back into the living room with a deck of cards. 

"I can't thing of a better way to kill a Saturday afternoon," Melody said, 
surprised at herself for being thrilled at the idea in spite of the problems 
facing them. The realization made her think of her File Six and how much she 
would like to read what it had to say. Maybe it could explain why the 
prospect of sex always seemed more important to her than even a life and 
death situation. But it was all idle thinking, she decided, as she began 
going through the motions of playing cards and returning her real attention 
to her planned diversion. 

The game was five-card draw. Low hand had to shed one article of clothing. 
Melody lost the first three hands and was sitting at the card table topless 
before Susan lost the following two hands. 

"Are you sure Roger hasn't marked the deck?" Melody asked Susan with a 
smile. 

"Tell her about the house rule, Susan," Roger said with a sheepish grin. 

"The two losers pair off," Susan explained as Melody felt the familiar 
stirrings in her crotch. "The winner gets the pleasure of sitting here and 
thinking what a great card shark he is." 

"In that case," Melody said, squirming in her chair, "I can't wait to lose." 

Two hands later, Melody got her wish. She was totally nude. She walked to 
the bar, refreshed her drink, mildly interested in who her partner would be. 
She didn't have to wait long. Roger barked a playful curse as Susan clapped 
her hands together happily and gave out with a tiny squeal. 

"I lose, but I win," she said, standing from the table and slipping off her 
panties. 

"Don't look so sad, little brother," Melody said, approaching the card table 
and boldly dropping her hand into her brother's lap. She felt his hard-on 
through the cotton material of his shorts. She gently gave him a couple of 
sensuous strokes, then pecked a kiss on his forehead. "Maybe later Susan and 
I will find some way to put you to good use." 

"Thanks a lot," Roger said. "In the meantime, I'll just sit her and play 
with myself." 

"You're welcome to come and watch, lover," Susan said. "But I wouldn't want 
you to get too excited and cum all over yourself. We wouldn't want you to 
waste any of it." 

Melody slid her arm around Susan's waist as they walked toward the bedroom. 
She kissed Susan's ear and whispered, "No dildo this time, my lovely. I have 
another idea in the art of girl fucking." 

"I'm all yours." 

Melody directed Susan down on the bed on her back, then she carefully placed 
her weight on top of her pregnant sister-in-law. 

Melody looked into Susan's eyes and said softly, "You are a beautiful, 
beautiful girl. I've wanted to girl fuck you since the first time I saw 
you." 

Susan groaned and rotated her hips beneath Melody as Melody lowered her face 
toward Susan's and slipped her tongue devastatingly inside Susan's mouth. 
Back and forth Melody's tongue whiplashed inside Susan's mouth, then she 
suddenly removed it. 

"Now, just relax, my pretty little girl," Melody cooed. "You're going to be 
amazed at the body friction that will develop at what I'm about to do." 

"And what are you about to do?" Susan asked, her voice eager. 

"I'm going to glide my pussy over yours." 

"Sounds wonderful." 

"It's better than that. My snatch gliding against yours will drive us both 
crazy." 

"All I've got to do is look at you, Melody, and I almost go crazy with 
desire." 

Melody reached out and clutched Susan's buttocks, then lunged forward, 
allowing her pussy to come into contact with Susan's. 

"Twist your body the same way I'm twisting mine," Melody exclaimed 
excitedly. "Twist back and forth, my precious baby. It's the strokesmanship 
that makes the fuck, just remember that." 

"Oh, what super friction!" 

"You'd better believe it, babe. Just keep rotating your lovely ass." 

Melody continued to grip her asscheeks as they flipped their bodies back and 
forth. Melody's clitoris came into contact with Susan's and waves of 
sensational enthusiasm belted through them. Melody felt the sparks, and as 
they passed between them, she enjoyed the fucking that much more. Susan was 
absolutely perfect in the way that she manipulated her body, providing 
Melody with the greatest amount of pleasure possible. 

They kept rotating back and forth, pushing themselves that much closer to 
climax. Then, suddenly, a few strokes later, Melody could hardly hold back 
her fluids any longer. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" she screamed. "I'm going to spill my juices, baby. Are 
you ready?" 

"Yes, shit yes!" Susan yelled. "I'm going to cum against your lovely cunt!" 

As Melody felt her orgasmic juice begin to flow, she leaned forward and 
plunged her lips against Susan's. It felt tremendous to have passionate lips 
meet hers just as she spilled her juices. 

"Oh God, I'm juicing too, Melody! Oh fuck, that's nice!" 

They locked in hungry embrace as their bodies drained, flooding their cunts 
which stayed plastered together. Melody buried her tongue again inside 
Susan's warm mouth. 

As Melody slowly regained her breath, she felt hands on her asscheeks gently 
parting them and revealing her asshole. 

"I owe you at least a blazing rim job, Sis," she heard Roger's voice say. 
"You don't have to move an inch. You are just perfect where you are." 

"A rim job would be nice, little brother," she said, "but I suspect you 
won't stop with that." 

"Wait and see...." 

She closed her eyes and imagined his fiery red tongue moving towards her 
anus. Then, she felt his tongue there. 

With hot flipping motions, he slipped his tongue inside her asshole. His 
spearing tongue was quickly working it's way high into her ass. 

His first strokes were exploratory, but soon he was attacking her with 
everything that he had, unfurling his tongue to the greatest extent possible 
as it flipped inside Melody's asshole. 

While the tongue worked feverishly inside the hot, female ass, she felt him 
working his fingers around her asscheeks, exploring the silky globes. She 
thrilled at the way he skillfully pinched her asscheeks as his tongue 
continued to plunge ever deeper into her anus. 

Soon he was sending his surging tongue into her all the way, driving it in 
as far as physically possible. 

"Suck it, little brother," Melody cried out hoarsely. "Please keep rimming 
me with that long, hot tongue. Slide it hard into my tight asshole!" 

He darted his tongue with consistent rapidity, constantly thrusting it in 
and out, and deeper and deeper, his face buried between the lovely crack in 
her asscheeks. 

As the spirited movements continued unabatedly, he began pinching her 
asscheeks harder than ever. His fingers slid with determination around her 
buttocks. She knew he was thrilling from the touch of her smooth, 
passionate, firm warm skin. It felt good to have his fingers gripping her 
ass, as it provided an extra dimension of satisfaction for her while he kept 
up the spirited ass sucking. 

Soon, Melody's arms trembled and her clit jerked uncontrollably. Her pussy 
was promising still another climax and she longed for her brother's long, 
hard dick. 

"Give me your cock, please, give it to me," she pleaded. "I need it up my 
tight asshole. Please shove it into me. All the way!" 

Teasingly, he continued to rim her ass with his tongue for several seconds 
which seemed like hours to Melody. Her juices were gathering again and she 
wanted to feel the fullness of his stiff prick deep inside her buttocks. 

Finally, he withdrew his tongue and immediately, Melody felt its 
replacement. The huge, smooth head of his penis was firmly pushing at her 
anus opening and she relaxed to make it easier for him. His hands tightened 
on her asscheeks and then he plunged forward, ramming his blood-gorged 
member deep into her asshole. She cried out in joy as his length filled her 
hole and she started to slowly grind her hips in response, her pussy gliding 
again over Susan's still-wet and warm nest. 

Within seconds, all three of them were groaning and writhing in delight 
under the mutual sensations they were sending through each other's body. 

"Jesus, I can't hold it back much longer!" Melody shouted. 

At that instant, she felt her asshole flood with the onslaught of her 
brother's thick, hot cum. Her tight asshole gripping his peter allowed her 
to feel each throb and jerk of his member as it shot it's load of creamy joy 
juice deep inside her anus. Their cries of joy mingled and finally they 
relaxed in one happy, tired heap on the bed, duly spent and relieved. 

It was an hour later before Melody and Roger allowed the realities of the 
day to concern them. And, by then, it was five-thirty. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

At six that evening Melody walked out the front door of her brother's home 
and strolled down the sidewalk. She noticed Whitley perched behind the wheel 
of the same car he had been in all day. Casually, Melody continued to walk 
down the street of the pleasant neighborhood, resisting the urge to turn 
around and watch for Whitley. 

She braced herself for a sudden squeal of tires, like her experience earlier 
that morning. But, after pacing approximately two blocks of her walk, she 
had still not been greeted by Simon. 

Melody turned and looked back up the street. Her heart pounded and her pulse 
quicked. Roger was leaning against the car, his head appeared to be inside 
the opened window as if he was engaged in a very private conversation with 
the driver of the car. 

She raced toward the scene, forgetting for the moment any worries of causing 
a disturbance in the quiet neighborhood. What the fuck was Roger doing? The 
question caused her instant fear to slowly turn into anger. Roger was going 
to get himself killed! 

The thought registered in her mind and she couldn't shake it. She tried to 
hurry, but like running in a dream, her feet seemed to be bogged down and 
heavy. Her vision viewed Roger slowly standing back from Simon's car and 
then Simon climbing from the car and facing her brother on the street. 

What was happening? 

The two men were walking across the street toward the house when Melody 
finally caught up to them. Roger glanced at her and smiled broadly. 

"I decided to take the offensive, Sis. Did you really think I was going to 
sit back and let you take all the risks?" 

"Roger, for God's sake, what the fuck are you doing?" 

"Calm down, Sis. Your friend here has just accepted my invitation to come to 
dinner." Roger's voice turned cold as her addressed Whitley. "Keep moving, 
prick." 

Melody suddenly saw Roger's hidden hand jerk from the depths of his coat 
pocket. She glanced into Simon's face and noticed a similiar twitch under 
his eye that she had seen earlier on her brother's face. His face was grave, 
his lips clenched tight as he moved forward. Roger stayed right with him as 
Melody followed behind a few feet as they neared the house. 

"You better call your kid brother off, Melody," Whitley warned. "If 
something happens to me, every agent in this sector will converge on this 
place like ants at a picnic." 

"Shut up and keep moving," Roger threatened, jamming what must have been a 
gun into Whitley's ribs. They entered the house. Melody closed the door 
behind them and before she knew what was happening, her brother whipped his 
hand from his pocket and crashed it down on the top of Whitley's skull. 
Melody had seen a glimpse of metal flash from her brother's hand and she saw 
Whitley topple to the floor like a dead bird. His knees collapsed and the 
next second he was sprawled across the carpet, silent and still. "Roger," 
she began. 

"Don't worry, Sis. I didn't know what else to do with him. I didn't want to 
risk tying him up. He's out cold for now and it will give us time to think 
what to do next." 

Melody's mind was still reeling from the montage of events she had just 
witnessed when Susan entered the living room from the kitchen. Her 
expression was clouded and then she saw the man on the floor. Her eyes 
bugged wide and she stood in a frozen trance. The pan she was carrying 
dropped from her hands as if she had just lost the ability to grip. Her 
mouth opened, but no sound came out. Then, abruptly, there was a sound. A 
horrendous scream thundered from deep in her lungs as her arms flew into an 
uncontrollable frenzey. She lunged forward, diving at Simon's unconscious 
body. She pounced on him and immediately began clawing and kicking him as 
the guttural scream continued to roar from her now foaming mouth. 

Melody's trained impulses took over. She grabbed Susan's arm and twisted it 
behind her back, forcing Susan to come completely off the floor. She kept 
the vise-like hold on Susan as she guided her out of the living room as 
Roger stood in virtual shock, his mouth propped out, his eyes wide with 
surprise, the events incomprehensible to him. 

In the bedroom, Melody jerked Susan around and slapped her face, firmly and 
crisply twice, then caught the sagging body and guided her to the bed. She 
worked quickly, on instinct and training as she moved to the closet and 
pulled a belt from a pair of Roger's slacks. Quickly, she bound Susan's 
hands together behind her back, then flipped Susan over on her back. She 
peered into Susan's face and saw that the pregnant girl was conscious, but 
extremely dazed. The vacant stare, the foaming mouth, the frenzied attack 
were the missing pieces of answers Melody had been wondering about for 
twenty-four hours. Some things were beginning to add up. 

Melody was rapidly becoming detached from the people involved and her 
trained mind was beginning to snap the pieces together. 

She hurried from the bedroom and found Roger busy at the bar, visibly shaken 
and at a loss as to what should be done. Whitley was still unconscious and 
on the floor. 

"What are you doing?" Roger asked, dazed. 

Melody didn't stop to answer. Instead, she quickly jerked Whitley's belt 
from his slacks and hurriedly clasped his hands behind his back. She 
stripped his tie and knotted it securely around his ankles, then eyed her 
brother. 

"What's happening, Sis?" 

"I should be asking you." 

"What does that mean?" 

Melody moved slowly toward her brother. She watched him nervously gulp his 
drink. She faced him directly. 

"For starters, Roger, why did you approach Whitley?" 

"It seems like the thing to do. I wasn't about to run from my own home. I 
don't care if he is with the Company. There are still limits to what a man 
can take. I wasn't about to turn tail and duck out, all the while my wife 
wondering what in the fuck is going on." 

"So, you decided to take matters into your own hands." 

"That's exactly right. You were going to do it." 

Melody peered hard into his face, listening to his words. 

"I understand," she said softly. 

She helped herself to a drink and again looked into Roger's face as she 
spoke. 

"Can you explain Susan's reaction?" 

"She has never done that, Sis. I've never seen her like that. The only thing 
I can image is that the guy brought back some memory of the time she was 
raped. She has been talking about it this weekend and obviously it's on her 
mind. So, when she saw this strange man knocked out on the floor, she just 
flew into a rage." 

"Roger," Melody began after several silent moments. "Susan was attacked in 
Milwaukee." 

"That's right." 

"I've been thinking back, trying to remember. I think Simon was in Milwaukee 
about the time Susan was raped. He was working the Domestic Sector in that 
area at any rate. As soon as he comes to, I'll find out for sure. But, I 
believe it's possible he could be the very man who called on Susan's mother 
that day and ended up getting both whore and whore's daughter." 

"What?" 

"That's the only way things make sense." 

"I don't understand." 

"I'm not sure if I do. But this is the way it's adding up. Simon happened 
across a willing pro during his beat days in and around Milwaukee and one 
day he paid her a visit to kill some time. He freaked out, beat the pro to a 
pulp and was washing up when the pro's daughter came home unexpectedly. 
Seeing the young cherry, he got excited again and repeated his number on the 
daughter, then left on his merry little way." 

"All right, Sis, but is Whitley capable of such behavior?" 

"Little brother, one thing I've learned, we are all capable of just about 
any kind of behavior you can imagine. The thing that bothers me, is I could 
tell with one glance at Simon's File Six if he is a latent sadist or exactly 
what he is. He's never led me to believe he was anything but a meek little 
lamb." 

"His File Six?" 

"Yes, it's got every psychological...." 

"I know about File Six, Sis," Roger said, cutting her off. I feed File Six 
data into the Company computers. It's part of my job." 

It was Melody's turn to be shocked. 

"You what?" 

"It's part of my job," Roger repeated. 

"Now it fits," Melody said. "Come with me, little brother and I'll educate 
you on part of my job." 

Melody approached Whitley's unconscious form on the floor. She reached down 
and delivered two sharp slaps to his face and kicked him roughly in the 
ribs. He stirred and slowly groggled his way into consciousness. 

"Simon, it's time for us to have a little talk," Melody said, standing over 
the man's body as he blinked open his eyes. "Get me a nice long, sharp 
knife, Roger." 

Melody watched as Simon tugged on the restraints binding together his legs 
and hands. She took the butcher knife from Roger when he came back into the 
living room from the kitchen. She bent down over Simon and placed the 
pointed end of the long knife blade directly at the base of Simon's neck. 
She watched with detached observation as his eyes swelled in horror. 

"I don't feel like wasting time, Simon," Melody said in a cold tone. "You 
only get one chance to get your story straight. Now, did you beat and rape 
Susan in Milwaukee a few years ago?" 

Simon gulped, his eyes bulging on the knife blade. He screamed in terror as 
Melody sliced the blade sharply down, peeling his shirt into a neat half 
from the collar to the waistband of his slacks. 

"Yes, yes!" he screamed. 

The soft material of his shirt parted easily against the knife's sharp blade 
and Melody saw that a red streak down Simon's chest and stomach traced the 
knife's trail. The long cut in his skin oozed blood as Melody jerked open 
Simon's slacks, yanked the fly open and placed the cold knife on the crotch 
seam of his slacks. 

"Was this assignment designed for me to get rid of Roger so he wouldn't find 
interesting things about you in your File Six and start to piece together 
that you had raped and beat his wife?" 

Before hearing his answer, Melody jerked the knife steadily down the pants 
leg, ripping the material and again slicing slightly through the flesh of 
his inside left leg. 

"Yess, goddammit, yes!" Simon blurted, his head rocking wildly. 

Melody repeated her action with the knife on Simon's right leg, then peeled 
back the sliced threads of his clothing, fully exposing his near-naked body 
and the three long knife cuts running the length of his chest and legs. 

"I'm about out of clothing to cut, Simon," Melody said sweetly as she leaned 
down again and placed the knife blade against the top of his underwear 
briefs. "For your sake, you better hope I have only one more question. 
Because after this, I have to start cutting on your body." 

"Please," Simon begged. "I've told you everything." His words gushed from 
his mouth, squeezing together in a mad rush to get through his lips. "I 
didn't want Roger to, suspect me, but as long as he worked at the agency, I 
was afraid his wife and I might some day bump into each other. I knew she 
would remember and I couldn't risk whatever her reaction might be. I 
couldn't risk just killing her. I had to have the authorization of the 
agency behind me to make a move." 

"And that's when you dreamed up this little assignment for me," Melody said, 
matter-of-factly. "You told me Roger was leaking information to the 
opposition and it had been ordered for me to terminate him. Then, what about 
Susan?" 

"That was the simple part," Simon said, his voice striving to be helpful. "I 
was going to convince you that we had new evidence that Susan was Roger's 
contact with the opposition. I knew you could kill her easier than you could 
Roger. I was going to let you forget about terminating Roger after you took 
care of Susan. The only stipulation to that I was going to make was for you 
to convince Roger to leave the agency. I figured you would help gladly with 
that little detail in exchange for not terminating him." 

"Very neat package, Simon," Melody said as her hand gripped the knife and 
sliced through the cotton material of his shorts. 

He yelped in horror as the blade glazed neatly across his pubic patch, just 
missing his flaccid penis. 

"But what if I had already terminated Roger? What then? Did you figure I 
would just go ahead and kill her so I could bat a thousand for the day?" 

"I was hoping," he sputtered, his words coming in heaves now, shaking from 
fright, "that I could convince you she was the rea reason Roger had to be 
terminated in the firs place. Then, after you realized it was her fau Roger 
was dead, you would gladly finish her. 

"I admire your inventiveness, dear Simon,' Melody said, lazily encircling 
the pointed knife blade around his nipples. "Do you believe he is telling us 
everything, little brother?" 

"I suppose it all makes sense, Sis," Roge said, gaping down at what was 
taking place on the floor. 

Melody quickly pulled off her pants and straddled the bound and horrified 
Whitley. Sh sat heavily on his stomach and dropped the knife to the floor 
beside Whitley. She pulled her sweater off and her luscious tits flopped 
into view. 

"If anything else comes to mind, Simon, you better speak now. Because in a 
few minutes, you won't be able to say anything." 

"I've told you everything, Melody," Simon shouted. "Please, what are you 
going to do? Let me go! Please! I'll disappear. I'll leave the agency! No 
one will ever hear from me again! I swear to God! Please!" 

"Don't worry, Simon," Melody said, slapping his face, first with one hand, 
then the other, knocking his head from side to side. "No one will ever hear 
from you. And please don't think I'm going to do anything permanently 
damaging to you. I intend to let Susan have a little conference with you 
later. But now, there's one small thing I need from you. You do it so well." 

She stepped up the pace of her slapping. Faster and harder the open palm of 
her hands alternatingly struck both sides of his face, deeply reddening his 
cheeks with the stunning blows. No less than a hundred blows rocked each of 
his cheeks before Melody stopped slapping his face. Then, she gently placed 
her hands over his cheeks. 

"Yes, darling Simon. Your face is very hot now. It should be a comfort to my 
asshole. I don't have to remind you that I expect your tongue to perform 
better than ever before." 

Melody pulled forward, scrapping her crotch up his chest, then over his 
face. She rubbed her pussy across his face roughly a couple of times, then 
spread her legs up into a squatting position above his inflamed face. She 
parted her asscheeks with her hands and aimed her tiny, dark asshole at his 
mouth. She settled heavily in place and allowed her asscheeks to envelope 
his face, which was still very warm from her stinging slaps. She squirmed 
roughly, grinding her lovely ass hard onto his mouth and pressed her hands 
against the top of his near buried head. 

"Work your tongue, Simon. Work it hard and good. It has no other place to 
go." 

She arched her back slightly and managed to suppress a groan of pleasure as 
she felt his tongue dart into her puckered asshole. His tongue quickly 
buried itself deeply into her anus and she began squirming and rotating her 
hips, hungrily gobbling up his tongue. Her asscheeks felt the warm sensation 
of his reddened face against the soft skin and she could no longer contain 
her moans of joy. She thrashed and writhed on his face as his tongue 
frantically massaged her asshole with penetrating plunges and eager licks. 
His lips sucked on her tiny hole, providing wonderful pressure to her 
asshole. 

Soon, her pussy started to dampen and her clit joyously quivered. Melody 
slid her body back roughly, forcing his tongue and mouth to abandon her 
asshole and concentrate now on her wet, salty pussy. She didn't relieve his 
burden as she kept her weight firmly in place on his mouth. His tongue 
widely licked her cunt, coating her pussy hair with his thick saliva. She 
moved from a squatting position as she flattened her legs out in split 
fashion on either side of Whitley's imprisoned head. 

Her soft hot vagina soon accepted his tongue deep inside and she shivered 
with delight as she felt his tongue push against her sensitive cunt walls. 
His tongue discovered her lovely, excited clitoris and her entire cunt shook 
in a continual series of contracting and expanding vibrations. 

"Don't you dare stop, you prick! Go faster!" she demanded as her body 
entwined and twisted itself in ah directions. At short intervals she bent 
her body so high in the air and then closed her beautiful thighs to again 
encase his head tightly as to almost choke and stifle Simon. Brutally, her 
violent body movements erased over the stinging flesh of his face with 
non-stop instensity. His tongue continued to pass and flick across her clit 
with great speed and she could by now feel her clit enlarge and stiffen 
considerably. Her movements were so violent that her feet kept hitting 
Simon's prone body and occasionally squarely striking his groin. At first, 
she was vaguely aware of this and made conscious efforts as she twisted 
around on his face to hit his dick and balls with her feet and even her 
hands. But, as his tonguing continued and her clit swelled and her cunt 
flooded, she began to move without thought or plan. She was turning and 
twisting her body around as if trying to screw herself into his face. 

Then, she felt and experienced the gush from deep within her hot cunt. An 
enormous flow of hot fluid cascaded from the depths of her pussy, flooding 
her clit and sensitive cunt lips and bathing Simon's mouth and face. 

"Suck it all up, you bastard asshole licker!" she screamed as the fruits of 
her climax swept from her body, leaving her tingling in satisfaction and 
relief. 

Melody moaned and groaned and sank slowly but steadily down on Simon in a 
state of collapse, with her legs as far apart as possible. She rested for 
several seconds, almost lifeless, before finally releasing Simon's head from 
the fleshy prison she had so thoroughly entrapped him in. 

"Jesus, Sis," Roger said, his voice edged with excitement. "How do you 
explain that?" 

Melody got to her feet, a bit shakily, then followed her brother's gaze 
toward Whitley's crotch. There she saw his rigid hard-on, sticking straight 
and tall. She reached out and gently caressed the thick pole and winked up 
at her brother. 

She continued the soft stroking and unhurried manipulations on Simon's cock 
for several minutes. Whitley's seconds of gulping breaths of air evolved 
rapidly into pantings of marvelous sensation as Melody expertly caressed his 
flaming dick. 

Then, without warning, Melody's hand tightened on the staff and her 
fingernails dug into the soft, sensitive fleshy underside of his cock. 
Rapidly, she jerked her other hand into a vise-like grip on his nuts and 
gave them a sharp twist and squeezed. 

Whitley's reaction was immediate. His panting of desire abruptly changed 
into a deep guttural scream that pierced the house with a wounded 
animal-like cry of ungodly pain and torture. 

Melody jerked her hands away and Simon's inhuman scream continued as his 
entire body stiffened. She stood and faced her brother with a smile. 

"We all like to be abused sometime, little brother. Even sadists enjoy 
having the tables turned occasionally. Not to say anything about some of us 
who consider ourselves rather straight and square." 

With a broadening grin and another wink, she stepped up to Roger and placed 
her hand on his crotch. He jerked back momentarily as her hand lightly 
squeezed his tremendous hard-on through his slacks. 

"See what I mean?" she tested, her thumb flickering across his fly. 

"Melody, what do we do now?" Roger's face clouded with concern, belying the 
true nature of his erotic desires. 

"Let's check on Susan." She took her brother's hand and led him from the 
room. "Do you feel all right? I mean, are things clearing a little?" 

"I think so. You know, this has been one helluva weekend. When you come to 
visit, Sis, things are anything but dull." 

She looked into her brother's smiling face and felt a familiar warmth and 
affection which she knew would never evaporate. 

"Sis, what will this do to Susan? She was doing great. We had a perfect life 
until a couple of hours ago and now I just don't know. Will seeing Whitley 
again and all the terrible things that happened to her be relieved? Well, 
will she be able to get over it?" 

"Roger, I'm no expert, but I've gotten to know Susan pretty well the last 
couple of days. I think she will be able to cope with the situation just 
fine. Anyway, all we can do is ask her." 

They went into the bedroom and looked down at Susan lying on the bed. She 
was conscious, staring back at them, wordlessly. Melody moved toward her and 
touched her gently on the forehead. 

"Are you all right?" Melody asked softly, peering into Susan's eyes. 

Susan nodded. "Where is Roger?" she asked, lifting her head up from the 
pillow. 

"Right here, babe," he said, hurrying to the bed. He took her hand in his 
and softly caressed it as he peered with loving concern into her face. They 
smiled warmly. 

Melody viewed the reaction with relief. If her guess was right, Susan was 
already well on the way to being over the shock of seeing Whitley and the 
rage it had put her through. 

"Well, welcome back," Melody said cheerfully. 

"Melody, what happened?" Susan asked, as Roger busily fumbled with the belt 
binding his wife. 

Melody sat on the bed beside Susan and told her everything. She repeated how 
Whitley had made up an assignment which called for Roger's termination. She 
described how Whitley had been watching the house the entire weekend and why 
he had wanted Roger lolled. 

Susan listened intently, then remained silent for long seconds after Melody 
had finished. 

Finally, she spoke. "Were you really going to kill us, Melody?" 

"Deep down, I knew I never could, Susan. And that's been puzzling me since 
early this morning." 

"What? That you couldn't bring yourself to kill us?" Roger asked in mocked 
surprise. 

"No, silly," she retorted. "What puzzled me was that Whitley must have 
realized that I actually terminate you and Susan, regardless of the 
assignment he had given me. He kept telling me I was the logical one for the 
assignment. That you would never suspect me of being sent by the agency to 
terminate you. Remember, you were supposed to know exactly what you had been 
doing. I was surprised to find you so well at ease. I had pictured you as 
nervously bumping around the house, jumping each time the phone rang or 
someone knocked on the door. Instead, I found the same old-lovely Roger. And 
I guess that's when I really started to question this assignment." 

"What puzzled you? That Whitley should have known you couldn't kill Roger?" 
Susan asked. 

"Exactly. But, I finally figured it out. Not until a few minutes ago, but I 
finally fingured it out and it ain't pretty. But, none of this whole rotten 
thing is." 

"Well, don't keep us in suspense," Roger said, pulling his wife into his 
arms and lovingly embracing her as they looked up at Melody. 

"He would never admit it, no matter what I would do to him, but I know he 
was planning to terminate me. That's the only way everything fits." 

"But how? Why?" Roger asked. "He wouldn't need to terminate you, Sis." 

"How would he do it, Melody?" Susan asked. "How could he justify that to the 
agency?" 

"First of all, by terminating me, Simon would knot up all the loose ends. 
The way his plan could have worked was for me to terminate Roger. Then, by 
his own admission, he would convince me that you, Susan, were Roger's 
opposition contact and thereby responsible for Roger's termination. That 
would cause me to come running back in here and immediately kill you. 
Chances are, Simon would have followed me back in here and actually watched 
as I killed you, then immediately he would have terminated me." 

"All right," Roger said, occupying himself with Susan's right tit. "There 
would be a suburban house with three dead bodies. What would do then?" 

"Simple. He would have slipped out the back after dark, made his way to 
another car he's surely got stashed within a few blocks of here and head out 
for the nearest agency 'safehouse.' From there he would have called the 
local police and either reported the mass murder or at least something 
suspicious at this address. The Police would discover the bodies and 
probably figure a weird family squabble ensued and chalk it up to outraged 
jealousy during a sex orgy." 

"But the car across the street? Surely, some of the neighbors could recall 
seeing it parked there most of the weekend and maybe even a description of 
Whitley," Roger said. 

"That car is sterile." 

"What does that mean?" Susan asked. 

"It's a clean car," Melody said. "It's standard procedure within the 
Company, at least with field agents. The car is a fake. A planted car. It 
would show up as either stolen from some phony person across the country or 
not at all. It would provide a solid dead end to police investigation." 

"Wouldn't that fact alone lead the police to suspect the agency's 
involvement? Especially when they check and discover that both you and I 
work for the Company." 

Melody smiled and winked at Susan. "I just love your innocence, little 
brother. I must be some of your charm. Sweety, the cops would discover that 
you work for some insurance company and that I work for some massage parlor. 
Phony work files and records are available at a variety of legitimate 
companies on every employee of the Company. These legit businesses are 
really owned by the Company. They are fronts. The cops would find no 
connection." 

"Live and learn, I always say," Roger said with a sigh as he continued to 
finger Susan's now erect nipple. 

"What about that man, Melody?" Susan asked. "Is he still in the house?" 

"That poses an interesting question, Susan," Melody said, exchanging quick 
glances with Roger. "I kind of promised Simon that you might like to have a 
few words with him before we dispose of him." 

"I don't want to ever see him again. I don't think I could bear it. I've 
seen that face in nightmares for years and I just want to try and forget." 

"I understand, Susan. And I don't blame you." 

"What are we going to do with him, Sis?" 

"I suggest you and Susan let me worry about Simon. Roger, you should suggest 
ways in which you and I can try to help Susan forget about her past once and 
for all." 

"I've got a few suggestions in that area," Susan said with a sly smile as 
she slowly parted her legs. 

"You two start without me," Melody said. "I'm going to check on our house 
guest." 

Roger immediately started to help Susan off with her clothes as Melody left 
the bedroom. She found Simon still in position on the floor. The blood from 
the cuts on his skin had dried and caked along the long marks. His eyes 
widened and froze on Melody's presence. She stared down at him with hard 
eyes, then approached him with a menacing glare. 

"You blew it, Simon," she said. "You had everything worked out so neatly and 
you blew it. What will Father say?" 

"Father knows nothing about this." His words came between clenched lips. 

"Father knows everything. You know that. You know what he thinks of failure 
too. Don't you? What do you suppose his reaction would be to all of your 
bungling now with all the heat from the Congressional hearings and all the 
bad newspaper coverage. The press and the Congress breathing down the 
Company's neck and you running around terminating agents domestically just 
to cover up your own perversions. Father wouldn't be very gentle with you, 
Simon. I don't think I'm surprising you." 

"What are you going to do?" 

"I don't have to do anything, Simon. But I'm sentimental. I have a soft spot 
in my heart for any man who eats pussy as well as you do. So, I'm not going 
to dump you off in Father's office and I'm not going to torture you. We are 
going for a little drive and you will take me to the nearest 'safehouse' and 
from there we will say our farewells." 

It was dark outside and from the sounds coming from the bedroom, Melody 
could tell that Roger and Susan were pleasantly preoccupied and that Susan 
was apparently well on the road to recovery from any unpleasantness the 
sudden reappearance of Whitley had caused. 

She tugged Whitley to his feet and cut the knotted tie from his ankle with 
the butcher knife she had left behind from her earlier torture of Whitley. 
She held his arm as they left the house and headed for the agency car still 
parked across the street. She guided Whitley into the front seat as she sat 
behind the wheel. 

Following his subdued directions, she drove to an unpretenuous house in a 
modest section of Alexandria, Virginia. The drive was approximately twenty 
miles from Roger's home and the traffic was predictably heavy on this 
Saturday night. 

Once inside the cozy house, Melody led Whitley upstairs to a bedroom where 
she shoved him onto the bed. Then, she made a thorough inspection throughout 
the house. In a downstairs desk she found a loaded .44 complete with 
silencer. She bolted the front and back doors, then headed toward Simon and 
the bedroom. 

She made no attempt to hide the gun from Simon's view as she stepped inside 
the bedroom and wordlessly started to strip. Naked, she walked up to the bed 
and tossed the gun casually down beside the man's body. 

Melody reached between Simon's legs and cupped his limp prick and 
manipulated his meaty balls. Within seconds, the man's organ began to 
respond. His breathing came in short gasps as his member grew rigid. 
Expertly, her fingers glided over the silky shaft, occasionally rubbing and 
kneading his balls. With her other hand, she traced her fingers 
provocatively over his hairy chest, paying special attention to his manly 
nipples. She watched in fascination as they hardened and grew erect just as 
her own nipples under similar care and fondling. 

There was nothing to say as Melody continued to stroke Simon's horny 
hard-on, delighting him with her thrilling manipulations. She remained 
standing beside the bed, exposing her beautiful nudity to him. Endlessly, 
she stroked his prick, her fingers constantly busy flicking over the 
ivory-coated shaft. Slowly, her other hand traced down his chest, over his 
stomach until it reached his pubic area and his stiff prick. As the fingers 
of her right hand worked diligently over his pecker, she reached out with 
her left hand and started tickling his balls. She worked her fingers with 
conviction and grace both on his cock and balls, running the fingers in 
soft, gentle exploratory movements. 

Melody knew men. It was her primary job and major talent. She had no 
illusions as to why the agency provided her with certain kinds of 
assignments. The Company was highly skilled in utilizing the best talents of 
its field agents and now Melody was plying her talent to the fullest. She 
knew that if a girl really knew what she was doing, she could get a man a 
lot more excited during the foreplay than other women could during the 
actual real thing. 

Without a word, she lowered her head toward his prick and gave his balls a 
gentle squeeze as she began running her tongue over the end of his dick. She 
concentrated on the nozzle, giving him some good suction, but making sure 
that she didn't go to work too rapidly on his hard pecker. Just a sample of 
good cocksucking was what Melody had in mind. She wanted to keep him hard 
and excited long enough to do a good job on her. It would be a shame, she 
knew, to waste such a precious hard cock without getting some satisfaction. 
She also knew that Simon was anything but an innocent. He knew the ropes and 
without saying anything, she was sure he had gotten the message with the 
gun. He had to know this was his last fuck. Melody didn't want that little 
fact to bother him to the extent that it affected his dick's duties. 

Without moving her lips from his peter, she eased her body on the bed 
between his spread legs. Slowly, she slid her tongue tip down the length of 
his shaft until she reached his nuts. She began to fondle and suck 
alternately on his balls for several strokes. 

Within seconds, this was driving Whitley mad with desire. His legs thrashed 
against Melody's body and his body arched and twisted. It was almost a 
humorous sight, what with his hands still securely bound behind his back. 
His hard breathing became loud moans and groans of pleasure as she continued 
to work her mouth and tongue on his balls. 

Gradually, she worked her tongue away from his nuts and up and down his 
spear. Her tongue encircled the thick base of his dick as her hands replaced 
the position on his balls where her mouth had just been. She reached down 
with her fingers of both hands and let them go to work over his balls. 

Drinking a man's cream had always excited Melody, if she liked the man. She 
always enjoyed the anticipation of receiving his load in her mouth and 
gulping it down. She had sucked hundreds of hard cocks and with the guys she 
liked, she had longed to have their hot fluid juice in her mouth. It gave 
her an exciting power as if she was sucking their very essence from their 
own bodies into hers. But with Whitley, the last thing she wanted was for 
him to cum in her mouth. 

She drew on her vast knowledge of men to determine when Whitley was ready to 
unload his cum and as the moment neared, she jerked her mouth away from his 
dick and brought her hands quickly away from his balls. She gripped her 
hands in a stranglehold vise around the thick base of his shaft. She choked 
his pecker with ail of her strength, cutting off the flow of his juice, 
constricting his release and making his climax impossible. His mouth twisted 
and he moaned with pain form the pressure she was applying to his peter. Her 
grip was so intense, that soon his once mighty shaft was slowly growing limp 
around her clutching hands. 

When his excitement had subsided beyond the point of obviousness, she again 
started flicking her tongue at the reddened head of his penis. She quickly 
increased the pace of her action and then drove her tongue at the most 
devastating clip imaginable, bobbing her head up and down over his cock. As 
she continued to lash away at his prick with her tongue, she steadily 
maintained the finger action on his balls as well. She enjoyed the smooth, 
flowing, rhythmic contact of her fingers against his balls, and as she 
continued to suck on his dick, she observed that his body was trembling more 
rapidly than ever. It meant that he couldn't withstand the pace much longer. 
She could see the tension within him reaching a fever pitch again. As the 
itching mounted within his cock and balls, his legs began to tremble. She 
drove him right to the edge a second time, then jerked herself off his prick 
and balls and choked his cock again at the base. 

Three more times, she worked him into a frenzy of desire only to choke off 
his climax and painfully restrict his release. Melody loved the way he 
screamed with desire, and laughed. Sadistically, she toyed with his pecker, 
working it into a rigid, penetrating readiness and then shrinking it to red 
limpness. 

His balls seemed unusually bloated as they ballooned against the delicate 
skin of his hairy bag. She visualized the flood of thick, hot cream packed 
inside his bag, drowning his balls and driving him wild with the desire to 
release the heavy load. One final time, she brought him to a steady 
erection, but this time, she purposely stopped well short of his climax. 

Melody eased herself up from the position between his legs and moved over 
his body, rubbing her snatch roughly over his pecker and stomach and chest 
until her cunt lips were no more than two inches above his mouth. She 
observed him as his tongue parted his lips and he readied for the contact 
with her beautiful pussy. 

"Not so fast, lover," Melody spoke for the first time since they entered the 
'safe house.' 

"My hot little cunt has something else in mind first, sugar lips. Better 
open up wide, baby. Hope you have worked up a big thirst." Melody relaxed 
and immediately hot urine gushed forth, splashing noisily on Simon's face. 
She adjusted her aim quickly and the fluid hit directly into his mouth. He 
gagged initially and nearly choked before he started gulping her piss down 
his throat. Her stream of piss flooded him for several seconds until the 
urine dropped from her snatch in regular trickles, then a drop at a time. 
She relieved herself totally into his mouth, then dropped herself heavily on 
his piss-wet mouth and snapped, "Dry me off, lover. And see if you can, be 
softer than before." 

She felt his tongue lazily lick across her wet pussy hairs. After several 
strokes of his tongue, Melody flattened her pussy directly on Simon's mouth, 
forcing his tongue to penetrate her lovely, hot cunt lips. 

"Maybe you like my asshole better, lover," she said harshly after enduring 
his lazy efforts. Immediately, she pulled herself forward over his face 
until her asshole was covering his mouth. "Show some life, ass-licker, or 
you'll die with a hard-on." 

As Simon's efforts intensified, a thrilling tingle began to tingle 
throughout Melody's body. She shivered slightly and her cunt walls 
involuntarily contracted repeatedly. Her pussy started to juice and her 
desire was mounting. 

She knew she was the last woman Simon would fuck, would eat, see or feel. 
That realization excited her and caused her own desire to swell so rapidly. 
The power she was experiencing over him worked miracles that his tongue 
could never hope to equal. Yet, with his death near, she had managed to 
bring his cock to full, ultimate excitement and stimulation. A quick glance 
over her shoulder verified the results of her actions. His cock was still 
rock-hard, hungry for release, even though it was the release that would 
mark his death. Surely, he must know what was going to happen, Melody told 
herself as the tension within her body kept building. 

To be the last, single thing Simon Whitley would see in his life gave her an 
unexplained thrill and excitement. She rotated her hips, grinding her lovely 
ass hard into his face as she continued to think of it. He would soon be 
performing his last living function with her, and then she would end his 
life. 

Abruptly, she slid her ass away from his mouth and replaced it with her wet 
cunt. His tongue never missed a stroke as it darted into her spread pussy 
lips. She met his tongue thrust with a mild flood of her love juice. His 
tongue immediately discovered her drenched clit and his concentrated efforts 
on the seat of her desire caused another instant flood as her body writhed 
and was racked with the joy of another climax. 

She remained firmly in place on his mouth, enjoying the manipulations of his 
tongue as she slowly built toward yet another orgasm. One thing she would 
always remember about Simon was the super way he could eat pussy. He was on 
the best cunt-lappers she had ever had the pleasure of knowing. For that, 
she was almost sorry he would never again work the magic of his tongue over 
her clit or never again feel his tongue penetrate the tight opening of her 
asshole. 

As her thoughts wandered, she thought of Roger and Susan and what the man 
beneath her had tried to do to them. The rationale of her training took 
control and she mentally realized that a good pussy-eater could always be 
taught, but nothing could ever replace the one and only man she would ever 
really love. 

She pulled herself away from Simon's mouth just as her pussy walls started 
to shudder once again. Plenty of time for another climax, she told herself 
as she raked her luscious snatch down over his chest and stomach and toward 
his erect pole. 

She inched her body up until her cunt was looking down on the head of his 
hard penis. 

Without more hesitation, she dropped herself heavily down, engulfing his 
prick with one mighty stroke. Her slippery, fluid-washed pussy lips parted 
easily around the huge tool as a startled Whitley belched a cry of 
discomfort at her roughness. His dry cock was imbedded to the hilt in her 
warm, wet crack. She sat still for long seconds, her weight resting hard and 
heavy across his loins. Slowly, she rotated her hips, the smooth flesh of 
her asscheeks rubbing across his pubic patch and igniting a pleasant degree 
of friction against her outer cunt lips. 

Melody closed her eyes, isolating her thoughts on feeling his thickness 
buried in her cunt. His cock seemed to swell inside of her and it was like 
she was impaled by a thick, burning hot fireplace poker. Her cunt walls 
seemed stretched to the limit as they encased .his manhood. It didn't take 
long and before she had worked up much speed with her rotating movements, 
her cunt was flooding with her joy juice again. Her body thundered and 
instantly his pubic hair was a tangle of matted wetness beneath her soft 
skin. 

She reached her monumental climax quickly, then slowly inched herself up, 
slidding against his peter. She flexed her pussy walls and cunt lips, urging 
them to grip his cock with all the strength of a dick-crazed cunt. She kept 
pulling her body up as her cunt continued to grip his cock, tugging its 
delicate skin. At last, she had withdrawn herself to the point that only the 
top tip of his penis was still inside her pussy. 

Melody rotated her hips in a wide circle, her cunt holding tightly the 
imprisoned head of Simon's cock. Then without warning, she loosened her cunt 
walls and dropped her .weight back down on the hard shaft, taking it all in 
with one hard stroke. Her ass hit his loins and immediately she shot back 
up, her pussy ravishing his pecker until she again rested at the tip of his 
cock. 

She repeated this procedure countless times, gradually increasing the tempo 
of her strokes up and down on his rigid penis. His moans and groans of 
delight mingled with hers as she continued to fuck him. There could be 
little doubt who was getting fucked. Simon was completely at her mercy. His 
hands, despite his tremendous straining and struggling, were still securely 
laced behind his back. Melody was attacking his cock with precision and 
skill and certainly not about to miss any sensations or pleasures. 

When she tired of rotating her hips and crashing periodically down the 
length of his shaft, she abruptly changed her routine. She began grinding 
her cunt forward and backward, careful to keep his dick firmly imbedded deep 
within her pussy. Her cunt walls remained clenched hard around his shaft as 
she worked herself frantically around and over his penis. 

She reached behind her back until her hand latched onto his meaty balls. She 
squeezed his nuts as she propelled herself forward and backward, rubbing his 
pelvic bone raw from the intense friction . Her cunt was flaming from the 
friction and the sensations his huge dick was providing to her sore pussy 
and clit. Within seconds, she felt his cock twitch deep inside of her. She 
stopped caressing his balls with her hand, but continued to grind her cunt 
on his pecker. She lightly scratched her long fingernails over his balls, 
realizing his explosion could not now be stopped. 

She squeezed her cunt lips around the thick base of his dick and slowly 
eased herself up toward the head of his cock. Halfway to the top, she knew 
she would never make another full stroke before he blew his load into her. 
She scratched his balls one last time, then slowly eased her hand away from 
his scrotum and felt along the bed beside his body for the .44. Her fingers 
touched the cold steel of the gun and she grasp it tightly in her hand. She 
sat back down heavily on his prick, continuing to contract her pussy walls 
around his cock. 

He groaned loudly and his body tensed stiffly. His penis jumped inside her 
cunt and as she felt the first of his thick, hot cream explode from his 
long-frustrated dick, Melody whipped the gun forward and pointed it squarely 
at his face, inches from his nose and squeezed the trigger. 

The .44 coughed through the silencer and Whitley's face shattered like 
glass. Melody stayed firmly positioned straddling his loins and staring into 
the sickening mush that seconds before was Whitley's face. She marveled as 
she observed his body continuing to jerk in the throngs of climax. She 
continued to feel his cum burst from his cock and she wondered if she was 
experiencing the ejaculation she had heard men have at the moment of death 
or if this was still the climax she had caused. 

The seconds dragged into minutes before Melody moved herself from his body 
and stood calmly at the foot of the bed. She glanced quickly back at what 
was left of Simon and saw that his cock was still hard. She quickly gathered 
her clothes and dressed. She retrived the gun from the bed, wiped it clean 
with the bedspread and left it beside the corpse. 

She left the 'safe house' and drove toward Roger's home in the agancy's 
sterile car. At least, she thought, as the dark night closed in around the 
car, Simon was lucky enough to die with a hard-on. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It was almost midnight when melody got back to Roger's house. She had 
stashed the sterile car more than two miles from the house and had enjoyed 
the peaceful solitude of the long walk late at night. The quiet little 
suburban neighborhood had massaged her senses like graceful music and 
although she was tired and beginning to feel the effects of the day's 
strain, not to mention the energy-exhausting sexual bouts, she was 
pleasantly soothed. 

She couldn't help but recognize the irony of the time as she neared her 
brother's home. Saturday midnight. Simon's plan had been for all three of 
them-Susan, Roger and most probably herself-to be dead by now. Instead, the 
only casuality was Simon himself. 

Roger was perched at his bar in the corner of the living room when Melody 
entered the comfortable house. He placed his drink down firmly on the bar 
and faced her sternly like an irate parent. 

"Sis, where in the fuck...." 

She waved her hand at him, interrupting his tirade as she approached him and 
embraced him warmly. She kissed his face and held him tightly against her. 

"I'm all right, little brother. You can't imagine how glad I am to be here." 

"That's the understatement of the year," he bellowed, looking straight into 
her eyes with concern. "What happened?" 

"There's nothing to worry about now," she consoled him. "You don't have to 
know any more. We are safe and we won't be bothered again. Now, may I please 
have a drink? I feel like I've walked through Europe with the invading 
forces." 

"Where's the car?" 

She told Roger about stashing the car and the two mile walk, but nothing of 
the details of Simon's death. She watched as he prepared her a stiff drink. 
He helped her onto a bar stool. She sipped the drink and really began to 
relax. 

"Where's Susan?" she asked, glancing around. "Is she all right?" 

Roger smiled, reminding Melody of a teenaged boy just home from getting his 
first bit of nookie. "She's just fine Sis. She went to sleep happy and 
satisified." 

"Proud of your work, eh boy?" Melody chided as they giggled. 

"Had a great teacher, remember?" 

"I remember. You know, Susan thanked me for doing such a good job on you." 

"You're kidding? When?" 

"This morning. When you were asleep." 

"So that's the sort of stuff you broads talk about when a guy's not around." 

"And that ain't half of it, little brother." 

"Yeah. Tell me more." 

"Probably just bore a big stud like yourself." 

Roger beamed a broad smile as he embraced her and Melody snuggled against 
his chest. "It's been like a bad dream, Sis. I'm just glad everything has 
worked out and we still have each other." 

"Little brother, nothing could ever come between us. Let's just be thankful 
you had the good sense to marry a helluva good woman like Susan. You may 
have to keep her pregnant just for me. That's one of my biggest turn-ons, 
you know?" 

"I know now," Roger said. 

They stared into each other's eyes for several tender moments, then Melody 
finished her drink and eased down from the barstool. 

"Hate to leave good company," she said happily, "but I'm bushed. Think I'll 
take a nice warm shower and bed down.'" 

"You have a way of making that sound like a sexy Dale Evans," Roger said, 
laughing. 

"You're too much, baby brother," Melody said, joining his laugh and leaving 
the room. 

Standing under the relaxing spray of the shower nozzle, letting the warm 
water cascade down her body, Melody suddenly became aware of the shower door 
opening. To her surprise and delight, she observed a naked Roger standing 
before her. 

He looked tremendously handsome to her, as he always did. She gazed up and 
down the length of his nude body and couldn't help but be overwhelmed. 
Naturally, she told herself, the thing that overwhelmed her first and 
foremost was his hard prick, which was dangling out between his legs. Every 
now and then, he would stroke on it, just about the way a young boy would 
pet an animal. He grinned at her boyishly and in spite of her sexually 
exhausted body, she couldn't help but respond to the visual stimulation he 
was providing her. His body was slim, his muscles firm and as she continued 
to examine his frame, she couldn't help but get excited. 

Melody wanted to tell him she was too tired to even think of nay sexual 
play, but as he stood there, stroking himself and smiling at her, she found 
herself becoming more enchanted by the minute. 

Roger climbed into the shower with Melody and closed the door behind him. He 
put his strong arms around her body and hugged her close. His arms encircled 
her and their lips crushed together. As they remained locked in an exciting 
embrace, Roger reached around behind Melody and began playing with her 
asscheeks. 

She soon experienced a pleasing double sensation, getting the steady stream 
of water pelting against her hot buttocks while his fingers were clutching 
them fervently. After her released his lips from hers, he flipped his tongue 
inside her mouth. Back and forth their tongues collided and all the while 
she felt the last remaining resistance to his advances leaving her. She told 
herself, as she made the mental concession to yield to him, that she amid 
never deny Roger anything. What the hell could she ever do when this 
handsome young man always made such a good impression on her sex-hungry 
body. 

As his tongue continued to splash against her tongue, Roger reached out and 
grabbed a bar of soap. He took the soap bar and thrust it into Melody's 
beautiful ass, providing her with all kinds of stimulating movements. She 
immediately responded by rotating her asscheeks back and forth, quickly 
becoming thrilled by the level of contact he was providing for her. 

He would thrust the soap bar forward into her asshole, then quickly withdraw 
it. He repeated those same movements time and again, causing her to become 
all the more overwhelmed in the process. 

After the soap bar had attacked her asshole for several minutes, he released 
it, allowing it to move upward toward her tits. He did a magnificent job on 
her tits, removing his tongue from her mouth as he did so. 

"You were always fond of the tit action, Sis," he chuckled. 

"You complaining?" she teased. "What do you think?" 

The more he permitted the soap to collide with her tits and nipples, the 
hotter Melody became. Roger was turning her on so fast and so easy. He 
always could do that to her. Now, she happily asked herself if she was 
complaining. Her mental answer was quick and obvious: No! 

Finally, he released the soap from her tits just as Melody's cunt was ready 
to explode. He reached out and shut off the water. 

"Time to dry off, my lovely," he said, leaving the shower and waiting for 
her to get out. 

As soon as Melody stepped from the shower, he was there with the towel, 
wrapping it around her body and quickly drying her off. Melody relaxed and 
enjoyed the brisk movememts that he supplied on her tits, running the towel 
over them with sweeping motions. 

Once ' he finished with her knockers, he worked the towel over he asscheeks. 
He let the towel slide across the white globes of ass flesh and Melody saw 
his body tremble slightly. A quick glance told her everything. Roger's penis 
looked ready to explode. The shower had turned him on as much, if not more, 
than it had her. She watched him as his eyes again traveled over her 
luscious body. His eyes lingered again on her large, shapely tits, then 
slowly descended the length of her body until they locked momentarily on her 
vee-shaped triangle. 

"Let's go to the living room, Sis," Roger said, his voice choked with 
passion and barely audible. "No point in disturbing Susan," he added with a 
smile. 

He let the towel fall from her body as she reached through the folds in his 
robe, parting it and peeling it seductively from his body. He took her hand 
and led her from the bathroom and toward the living room. 

They wasted no time with drinks or cigarettes. Roger assisted Melody as she 
spread comfortably out on the sofa. Carefully, he stretched out on top of 
her and instantly began working his hot hands over her nipples as her body 
started to rotate swiftly. 

She shivered beneath him. His legs were touching hers and she felt surges of 
sexual excitement shoot through her entire body. Back and forth he kept up 
the steady finger movements. He toyed with her nipples enthusiastically, 
then slipped his tongue once more into her mouth. 

It was an even more resounding French kiss than the one that they had 
exchanged in the shower before. While his tongue was eagerly massaging 
itself inside her mouth, he reached down with his right hand, finding her 
lovely fur patch and tickling her already moist cunt lips. 

He released his tongue swiftly from her mouth. 

"I'm doing all right, Sis, You're already wet down there in your beautiful 
slit." 

"Brag," ,she retorted happily. "Just keep up the good work, my boy, and I 
may hire you permanently." 

They giggled as he maneuvered his fingers skillfully around her nest, 
extending the movements to include her pink vaginal walls. He alternately 
worked around her pussy hairs and snatch, and occasionally he would slip his 
tongue into her mouth and engage in another stimulating French kiss. 

Melody knew that Roger was taking his time with foreplay to make their 
mutual enjoyment even better and more intense. She smiled as she realized 
how important it was to him to fuck her excellently. With the special care 
he was taking with the preliminaries, she just happily imagined what it was 
going to be like when he finally slipped his cock into her. She got so 
turned on from the way that he was letting the fingers of his right hand 
work around her snatch, that she had to return the favor. She reached out 
and touched the tip of his dick. 

His cock jerked at her touch. He was near, she knew. He was fighting with 
himself to restrain from climax, forcing himself to last. 

She smiled again, loving him for his gentleness and unselfishness. Susan had 
been so right. She had trained her brother properly. And now, the training 
was paying off big. 

She took the lead. Not abruptly, but gently and skillfully she brought them 
into a sixty-nine position. 

"Ready to show me what a great muff diver you are?" she said, playfully 
patting his asscheeks. 

"Best idea I've heard tonight," he replied. 

As they moved into position, Melody kept her hand in place around his stiff 
cock, manipulating her fingers over his shaft. And he continued exercising 
his fingers over her nest. She increased the tempo of her finger action on 
his pecker. Her fingers slid with passionate zeal, and every time they 
touched the warm base of his prick, it increased her own thrilling 
sensations. Then, finally, they had turned their bodies in such a way that 
her snatch was in his face and his cock was in hers. 

Melody watched with mounting excitement as Roger dove down toward her box. 
His fingers reached out and wrapped themselves around her thighs, parting 
her legs eagerly. She experienced the grand sensations as he started out by 
nibbling on her clit and every time that his teeth would gently massage her 
love button, her whole body would come unglued. 

"Oh, Roger, darling! You're eating my pussy so good!" Melody cried. "You are 
about to have to eat my cunt juices, baby. I'm going to cum! Oh, my God!" 

Melody was wild with joy and desire. Roger was eating her out like no man 
ever had. Not even Whitley. At his best he was no match for what her brother 
was doing to her cunt. Her body went crazy on the sofa. His head was buried 
between her legs which she now brought up and closed together, holding it 
firmly in place. She felt his tongue slash repeatedly at her box, pushing 
and plunging as he pinched her buttocks. 

"Go after it, my beautiful man. Go after my pussy juice," she urged, her 
voice panting with desire. "It's going to shoot, baby. I can't stop it!" 

A few significant strokes of his tongue and Melody came so unglued that 
there was no turning back. At that point, the juices spurted out of her 
pussy and into his mouth. Her legs gripped viciously together entrapping his 
head as her body jerked and twisted, then she slowly loosened her leg-hold 
and they sprawled wide. He no sooner released his tongue from her mound than 
Melody eagerly took his rigid prick into her hot mouth. 

Melody slid her tongue over the end of his cock, massaging the very tip of 
it. As she did so, she let her fingers roam over his cock and balls. Back 
and forth she kept up the steady movements, and as she did so, she felt the 
tingling sensations of his tongue working relentlessly once more against her 
moist pussy. 

Melody wasted little time sending her tongue sliding down the entire length 
of his pole, and as her tongue moved, she played with his balls. His nuts 
bulged and his cock jerked and she knew her brother was already near the 
threshold of releasing his load. 

Still, Roger persisted in tonguing her twat and inspite of her recent 
climax, Roger was bringing her cunt near the brink again. As she felt her 
own explosion building again, she intensified her sucking and eating methods 
on Roger's dick. She let her head bob up and down as she went after his 
load. It only took seconds. As her body quivered and the juices were being 
released from her mound, she sucked his dong like it was a straw and 
literally inhaled his thick cum from the shaft. 

The hot white gobs of juice spilled out of the end of his huge prick and 
into her awaiting mouth. It was a tremendous thrill for Melody to finally 
receive his load after working systematically on his cock with that 
objective in mind. 

Their bodies went limp in satisfied exhaustion. Melody slowly regulated her 
breathing as she felt the secured coziness of her brother's weight on her. 
Lazily, she ran her fingers over his legs and buttocks. She heard him moan 
with pleasure as she lightly raked her fingernails over his smooth, firm 
skin. His lean body was hard and Melody delighted in the strong feel of his 
muscular legs and back. His manly asscheeks were also hard and tight and she 
recalled the morning hours of the day when she had aimed the dildo between 
his asscheeks and fucked his asshole. The memory sent shock waves of 
tingling sensation through her spent body and she realized again that her 
desire and passion for Roger was limitless. 

She closed her eyes and listened only to the steady sound of his breathing. 
Her hands, as if they were powered by another force other than, her mind, 
gently parted his asscheeks. She traced a finger between the tight globes of 
male buttocks and touched the puckered asshole. His body twitched and he 
emitted a soft groan. 

"Sore?" she asked, softly. 

"Not much. Susan loves that damn dildo and I've had lots of experience with 
it." 

"Did you like it when I fucked you with it this morning?" 

"I thought it was obvious." 

"As I remember, you seemed not to fight it too hard," she laughed, rubbing 
his asshole with her fingertip. 

"Sis, you can be bad for a guy's health. With you and Susan together, I'm 
almost looking forward to Monday and going back to work. I can use the 
rest." 

Melody chuckled and softly poked her fingertip inside his asshole. His body 
stiffened briefly at the penetration, then relaxed as she rotated her 
imbedded finger slowly in a small circular fasion.. 

His cock, which had been mashed limply against her tits, was quickly coming 
to life. She felt it grow and push into her knockers. 

"You are a horny prick, little brother. I suppose that's one reason I love 
you so much!" 

"I must be horny because I'm still determined to fuck your cunt before I 
call it a night." 

"You better hurry then, unless you get your rocks screwing sleeping women. 
I'm one tired lady." 

"We'll see about that," he said, ducking his head between her spread legs. 

Again, Melody felt the sudden joy of an experienced tongue flicking her 
clit. She responded by plunging her finger all the way into his ass. His 
cock shot out against her chest, firm and hot as he squirmed and pushed 
against her finger. 

Mad desire engulfed her body for the countless time and as nice as his mouth 
and tongue were on her pussy, she suddenly longed for his huge hose to plow 
deep into her cunt and slip apart her slick pussy walls. 

"Fuck me, Roger," she pleaded. "Please don't wait. Fuck me now. I want your 
dick. I need a man's cock in my pussy. I'm begging for a good old fashioned 
fuck. Please, Roger, please!" 

"Who am I to deny my wonderful sister anything she wants," he teased, 
swiftly removing his mouth from her cunt and easing his body around until he 
was hunched between her legs, facing her. 

Their eyes met and locked. She opened her arms and he fell forward, 
embracing her madly. Their lips met and his tongue darted directly into her 
warm mouth. She tasted the salty residue of her own cunt juice on his tongue 
as she lovingly sucked it. They Frenched for a long time as her hands busily 
roamed over his strong shoulders and back. Her pussy tingled with 
anticipation. 

Roger finally pulled his mouth away and buried his tongue against her left 
breast, working it around in a corkscrew fashion, flipping with eagerness 
and dexterity. It didn't take many of his tongue strokes for Melody's body 
to be twisting and turning rhythmically with cock-crazy desire. He moved his 
mouth to her right tit and repeated his manipulations. 

Her nipples grew erect and hardened as she continued to squirm with delight. 

"Fuck me, Roger! I can't wait! Fuck me now!" 

He choked off any further pleading from her by quickly slipping his tongue 
again in her mouth. They engaged in a torrid French kiss which lasted for 
almost a minute. All the while, she was vaguely aware of his fingers making 
their way downward toward her asscheeks. He started by allowing them to 
manipulate against the small of her back, then worked them downwards until 
they were clutching her buttocks. 

Melody enjoyed having his firm fingers work around her asscheeks and as he 
fondled her firm flesh, she felt him fling his hug penis forward. One 
lightning stab later, he had deposited his cock inside her eager moist cunt. 

She cried out with pleasure as he came at her like a locomotive, panting and 
puffing as he slammed his dick into the inner depths of her tight pussy. 

"How's that, Sis," he said with a sensuous smile. 

"Oh, great, baby. Just keep it up," she panted, throwing her arms around his 
body and pressing him to her. 

Melody's mind cleared except for the experience she was now going through. 
His ramming cock filled her cunt and she maoned and squirmed with every 
stroke. She wanted to save her fast approaching climax for the identical 
moment at which the juices spurted from his prick. The sliding cock action 
continued as he consistently penetrated her mound, driving his cock like a 
ramrod into her snatch. 

"That beautiful pecker," she gasped. "It's fantastic, honey!" 

She felt his fingers clutch ever tighter around her quivering asscheeks as 
he drove his prick forward, pushing and stabbing, driving her ever closer to 
orgasm. 

"This is it, Sis," he said tersely through clenched teeth. 

No sooner were the words out of his mouth than she felt the hot white juices 
spilling into her pussy. Her cunt triggered at the same moment and as his 
juices poured into her, she found herself orgasming. As his liquid energies 
flooded her cunt and her own body slowly recovered from orgasm, she lovingly 
stroked his hair, holding his head firmly against her tits. Eventually, his 
cock sagged and slipped from her snatch. 

Exhausted, satisfied and comfortable in warm embrace, Melody let herself 
drift off into peaceful sleep. 

"Well, this looks cozy." 

"Buzz, buzz!" the doorbell sounded. 

"I'm coming," said Roger as he sleepily stumbled down the stairs. Somehow he 
had managed to get out of bed without waking Susan or Melody. As he 
staggered down the hall he noticed the clock on the wall. It read six 
o'clock. And the sun was up so it had to be morning. 

He wondered who it could be at the door. He knew it was Monday and that he 
had had a long weekend, but surely he wasn't late for work already. 

He glanced through a side window before opening the door. Standing in front 
of the door were two men dressed in grey pin-striped suits. They were 
Company men, of that he was sure. 

"Good morning," he said as he opened the door. "Aren't you kind of early?" 

The taller of the two looked at him sternly and remarked: "Where's your 
sister? Father wants her right now!" 

"What's this all about?" Roger asked, feigning ignorance. 

The shorter of the two patted the side of his chest and Roger saw the 
telltale bulge of the .38 caliber pistol he carried. "Father wants her now," 
he reiterated. 

Roger was startled. He thought that they had found Simon and had been able 
to trace him back to Melody. He tried to run, but he was too afraid. He 
tried to yell, but the taller of the Company men was quicker, grabbing Roger 
across the mouth and applying a sleeper hold. Roger was unconscious within 
the minute. 

The two men then went upstairs to the bedroom and grabbed Melody. She began 
screaming when they woke her, so they knocked her out. 

When she came to, she found herself in the office of Father. Unsure of 
herself, since she had never seen Father before, and she did not really 
appreciate the way in which she was brought to him, she slowly got to her 
feet. She ran her hands over her arms and then down her body, checking for 
bruises or broken bones. Luckily there were none. 

"Those two goons," she thought, "had grabbed me before I knew what was 
happening." 

She suddenly realized that she was naked. For a brief moment she was taken 
aback, but then concluded that if these people were going to hurt her, they 
would've already. 

Melody looked absolutely ravishing in her nakedness. 

"Good morning," said Father. He was a big man, well over six feet and with a 
big crotch. 

"O.K. What's the idea? Why did you bring me over here?" 

"Don't worry Melody," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you. If anything I'm 
going to reward you for killing Simon." 

"What?" she said, surprised that the Company had found out about Simon 
already. 

"Yes, I know Simon's dead. As a matter-of-fact, I watched as you killed him. 
You see, we all have 'safe houses' bugged with television cameras as well as 
microphones. Let me tell you something, you really put on a good show. And 
you fucking turned me on so much, that I decided I had to have you right 
away and for always. So here's my proposition for you...." 

A smile of relief broke out over Melody's face. She walked over to Father 
and unzipped his fly. Then she pulled on his cock and pulled it out of his 
trousers. 

"I like your proposition," she said before he had even been able to offer 
it. "And I like your cock." She swallowed it whole and began to suck on it, 
covering it with her saliva and making it rise to its majestic nine 
inches...."I want you to work here in the home office, as director of 
domestic affairs. That way you can be near your brother and Susan (that was 
on television too) and I can have you." 

She gurgled her approval as Father groaned and came. 

He stood, towering over her, bucking his powerful hips into her face and 
then out again. Melody glanced up from her work and saw Father lewdly 
grinning his approval. She now knew that her peace had arrived. 


THE END
