0 comments/ 15695 views/ 1 favorites Cassandra's Secret By: Brown-eyed_Baby She was cold and aggravated as she walked to the door. What was she doing out on a night like this? She just had to get away from the distractions of her work and life. She needed some time to think. "Damn car", she muttered to herself. She knew she should of gotten it looked at last week. Now it was too late. She was stranded in the middle of nowhere and this was the only house for a mile. Cassandra was beautiful, smart and her own person. She never let anyone tell her what to do or how to do it. She knocked on the door twice. It felt like she was out there forever. Finally the door opened and there stood a ruggedly handsome man. "May I help you?", he asked. "Umm. My car seems to of broken down and my phone won't pick up out here. May I use yours?" "Sure", he said. "Come on in." She walked in and there on the couch was a striking young lady. She assumed was the wife. "Hon", the man said, "this lady's car is broke down and she wants to use the phone." The woman just nodded and he led her down the hallway to the phone. He left her alone to make her call. Cassandra was on the phone forever trying to explain what had happened with her car. Finally she was done and walked back in the living room to tell these people thank you and walk back to her car to wait for help. As she got closer to the living room she could hear moans and groans and was hoping she hadn't interrupted anything when she came to their door. She knew what they were doing before she seen them and thought I'll just sneak out. Joe and his young bride Cathy were in the throws of passion when they had heard the knock on the door. Being married only a few short weeks they couldn't get enough of each other. They seen Cassandra trying to slip out the front door when Cathy said, "Hey did you get everything taken care of?" "Yes", said Cassandra, "and thank you." "Why don't you come over here and wait awhile. It's too cold out there and the tow truck won't be here for at least an hour", Cathy told her. Hesitantly, Cassandra did, but felt very awkward knowing the two of them were making love. Joe sat up on the couch and Cathy walked over to Cassandra and asked, "Can I get you anything? Does anything look good to you? Cassandra sat there in the chair with Cathy standing over her. God she was gorgeous. Young, sexy, beautiful tits and that pussy was all wet from Joe's fucking. Cassandra stammered, "Ummm, no thanks I think I'm ok. Hey I don't want to interrupt anything that was going on, so I'll just leave." "Oh honey, you're not going anywhere now. You see we've been waiting for someone like you to come along and now we're not letting you go." Cathy told her, then she knelt in front of Cassandra and took off her coat and started unbuttoning her blouse. Cassandra said, "Hey wait! I haven't done anything like this in years." Cathy said, "then it's about time you did." Cassandra had experiences with women in college, but nothing had happened like this in years. She was getting excited over the idea of what could happen. She was not used to letting anyone else in control, but Cathy was very determined. Cathy stood Cassandra up and took off her blouse, kissing her the whole time. Joe was on the couch stroking himself, knowing his wife was hungering for a pussy. Cassandra let out a moan as Cathy licked her nipples, tonguing them, biting them, circling them round and round. She had to touch Cathy too so she slipped her hand down across her stomach and down to that soft mound of hair. God she was wet. Dripping down her. Cassandra had forgotten how good a woman feels. She found her wet clit and started circling it with her fingers. Cathy pushed her away and said, "No bitch, you're mine first. Mine to do what I want. I need to taste your juices. Cathy grabbed Cassandra's hands, then bent down and got the tie off her robe and tied up Cassandra's hands good and tight. "Do you mind?" Cathy asked. Cassandra just shook her head no. Cathy led her over near the fireplace and laid her down on the rug in front of it. "Now, I'm going to remind you what it's like for a woman to eat you up." She raised Cassandra's knees up over her head. Spreading her legs wide. She looked at Joe and winked. Joe knew what to do. He got up and walked over to them, his cock massively hard now. He stood above Cassandra and held her feet up in the air, spreading her pussy wide so Cathy could see it all. "MMMM", Cathy moaned. "Look at that. Already nice and wet for me." Cassandra was panting now. She was so horny. She need to be fucked every which way. Cathy lowered her head onto Cassandra's wet, furry mound. Found her clit and started licking like a wild woman. She ran her tongue all over that click, then found her way down her lips, licking up and down, both sides. God this woman tasted good. She found Cassandra's hole and stuck her tongue way up inside. In and out. She kept diving deeper and deeper. She made her way down to that tiny little ass of hers and licked it, sucked it. Cassandra knew she was going to cum. She hadn't been tongue fucked like this for a long time. Cathy stood up. "My my don't you taste good. Would you like a little taste of what I have to offer you?" "Yes, yes!!!!" Cassandra said. "Mmmm, that's right bitch, beg for it" Cathy screamed out. "Please, please let me taste you." Cathy looked at Joe. "Do you think I should?", she asked him. "Oh yeah, I would love to see this." said Joe. He lowered Cassandra's legs and Cathy squatted over her face. Teasing her, not letting her have it just yet. She wiggled and grinded in the air, as Cathy's head tried to meet each grind. Finally she sat down right on Cassandra's face. All you could hear was the muffled moans from Cassandra. Cathy grinded and pumped her juices all over her mouth. Joe couldn't handle watching any longer. He shoved his big fat 10 inch cock in his wife's beautiful mouth while she sat fucking Cassandra's face. "Mmmm", he said. "Suck my cock, you little cunt licker". She did as she was told. Pumping his cock in and out of her mouth. He didn't want to cum just yet. He pulled out and said, "I need a pussy to fuck." Cathy stood up. "Well, well what can we do about that?" Cathy bent down and picked up Cassandra's feet and held them over her head just like Joe had done for her. "Go ahead, my love. Fuck that cunt. I'm sure it needs it." Cassandra moaned. "Yes yesssss Joe. Fuck me!!" Joe knelt down in front of Cassandra. First he had to have a taste of his own. See what his wife had enjoyed. He lowered his head and started licking those juices. Sucking, biting that clit at the same time. Cassandra thought she would explode when he stuck 3 fingers inside her and started fucking her with them. Never had she done anything like this. He raised his head and said, "Want some of this now bitch?" "Yes, yes" Cassandra said. Looking down at the huge cock and wanting it inside her right now. Joe stuck it in, slowly at first. Just the head. Teased her. Moving it around on her clit, rubbing. Then all of a sudden he slammed it in hard. Cassandra let out a gasp. He fucked her hard and didn't stop. "That's it baby. Fuck our bitch good." said Cathy. Cassandra couldn't take it any longer she had to cum. She let out a sigh and sweet release was there. She came hard and he could feel her muscles squeeze all around his cock and that's all he could take. He exploded. Cathy smiled down at the both of them. She walked out of the room and came back a few minutes later with something in her hand. "Stand up bitch and put this on." Cathy shoved a big strap on dildo in Cassandra's hands and she just smiled. "Cassandra you seem to be the kind of woman always in charge and tonight I took that away from you for a short while. Now show me what you're made of in your world." Cassandra's Secret After Cassandra and I had been together for six weeks, I had reason to think that things might cool off a little between us. After all, we couldn’t possibly keep up the pace we had set during the first month of our relationship. It just wasn’t humanly possible to sustain that level of sexual activity for any length of time. That’s what I thought, anyway. Cassandra had other ideas. She kept things interesting, I’ll give her that. Her creativity was boundless. She always insisted on sitting in the very back of the theater when we went out to the movies, so we could go down on each other. (This meant that neither of us saw the whole movie, and afterwards we would have to fill each other in on the parts we’d missed.) She also liked to pull stunts like straddling my lap when I was driving (thank God for cruise control) and would occasionally say charming things like “I’ve always wanted to get fucked in the ass in a really cheap motel room.” We averaged twice a day. That’s an average, and that’s not even factoring in all the odd blowjobs and extended bouts of aimless foreplay. If I ever was unable to rise to the occasion, Cassandra knew some very interesting tricks involving strings of beads and unorthodox manipulations of my prostate gland. I was very often sore. I’m not bragging, and I’m not complaining. It was, for the most part, a wonderful time in my life. Even when we weren’t in bed, Cassandra was great to be with. She was funny and intelligent; kind and generous. She had a really sunny, energetic personality. We almost never quarreled. I loved her very much. But then, there were also times that she scared me. Again, this was primarily sexual. It wasn’t the frequency or the variety; it was the intensity which finally began to frighten me. That’s the word. Intense. A few times while we were making love, Cassandra would begin to sob. Not just tears, but actual soul-wrenching weeping. Of course, my natural inclination on these occasions was to stop, to hold her and try to comfort her. But that only made her angry. She would grab me roughly and insist that I keep fucking her, even through her tears. That only happened a few times. More frequently, I noticed that she would sometimes close her eyes and just “go away.” Her body was still there, writhing against mine with a brutal ferocity, but Cassandra was light years away. She didn’t seem to hear anything I would say to her in this state, but she did sometimes talk. In a low, moaning whisper that was nothing like her normal voice, speaking the names of people I did not know. Still, even with all that, I felt like the luckiest boy in the world. I was in love with an amazing girl who seemed to be crazy about me. The fact that she was a slightly spooky nymphomaniac, I tried to tell myself, was just the icing on the cake. But there was the matter of the “craziest thing.” I enjoyed hearing stories of Cassandra’s sexual past, which was as wild as it was varied. Once I asked her what the craziest thing she had ever done was. She had said that she wasn’t ready to talk about that yet, but then proceeded to tell me about the “second craziest thing,” an exquisite lesbian encounter with a girl from her old school. (See “Cassandra and Carolyn,” also posted here, for that story.) That had kept me satisfied for a while, but thoughts of something even crazier than that made me wild with curiosity. I would ask her about it, even make guesses, but she would just say that she wasn’t ready yet. The subject seemed to trouble her, so I didn’t press too hard. We were camping the night she finally told me. It was a hot, muggy Illinois summer night. We had started making love in the tent, but it had been so hot that we had to pull the sleeping bag outside and spread it on the ground. She was on top of me (her favorite position) and I was looking up at her, reflecting on how eerily beautiful she looked, bathed in the pale blue glow of the full moon. Then I noticed she was crying. She was doing it silently, but her whole body was shaking with the force of it. “Are you all right?” I asked. “Shut the fuck up,” she snarled. Then she leaned forward and clamped her hand roughly over my mouth. Cassandra grinded into me, as if she wanted to drive me into the ground. Her vagina had become uncomfortably tight; my penis was locked inside her in a vice grip. She thrusted cruelly, like she wanted to fuck me in half. It felt like rape. I tried to make some sound of protest, or roll out from under her, but she had me pinned down good. I came quickly, in self-defense. It was all I could do. Now, that’s another thing. Cassandra despised condoms. She said that if she wanted to fuck a piece of rubber, she’d just get herself a dildo. But she also claimed that birth control pills “messed her up,” and refused to take any other kind of precautions. So we used a dangerous combination of the withdrawal and rhythm methods of contraception. I didn’t quite trust Cassandra’s indications of when it was OK to come inside her, so I usually pulled out. She didn’t mind finishing me off with her incredibly skillful mouth. (In fact, the almost cannibalistic relish with which she consumed my semen was another borderline disturbing thing about our sex life.) But there were times, like this one, when accidents did happen. It worried me, especially since Cassandra had such an indifferent attitude about the danger of pregnancy. “That wouldn’t be so bad,” she would say. Now she pulled me out of her and quickly moved up to straddle my face, her knees painfully pinning my arms down and her sex-slimy vagina pressed over my mouth and nose. “Suck it,” she commanded in that voice that wasn’t her own. “Suck my cunt.” My own come dripped into my open mouth as she squeezed it out of her. For some reason, it really turned her on to feed it back to me. Usually I didn’t mind, sometimes I even kind of liked it, but this time I was already a little freaked, and the fact that I couldn’t breathe didn’t help. In the state she was in, I was afraid that she might forget that she was shutting off all my breathing passages and I would be smothered to death by her sopping pussy. (Which would be an interesting way to go, I must admit.) I panicked, pushing her aside as I rolled out from under her. Her balance was precarious, and she fell over onto the ground. I wiped my dripping chin and Cassandra looked up at me with trembling fear and rage. It was like she didn’t even recognize me. She screamed, an awful piercing scream, and then scrambled away into the tent and zipped up the flap. I didn’t know what to do. Here I was, naked in the woods in the middle of the night. All my clothes were in the tent, where Cassandra was crying in great jagged sobs. I didn’t know if she wanted me to go in after her, so I just sat down miserably on the sleeping bag and tried to ignore the mosquitos. Sometime later, it might have been as long as half an hour, Cassandra unzipped the flap. “Come in here,” she said. Her voice sounded normal again, but very sad. I crawled into the tent beside her, and held her close. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Sometimes I think I’m going crazy.” “No,” I said. I had no words to comfort her, so I just held her and said “Shhh,” as she cried for a while. “I’m ready to tell you,” she said eventually. “Tell me what?” “About the craziest thing I’ve ever done,” she said. “Sexually. The craziest sexual thing I’ve ever done.” I said nothing. I felt strangely apprehensive, though, like maybe I didn’t want to hear this after all. “I would have told you before, but I was afraid you’d hate me,” Cassandra said. “It’s pretty bad.” “Nothing could make me hate you.” “That’s sweet of you to say, but . . .” Despite the heat, Cassandra shivered in my arms. “It’s so bad it almost makes me hate myself. It’s like, sometimes I almost convince myself that it didn’t really happen, that it was a dream or something, and I have to remind myself that it was really real.” Her stalling was making the suspense worse. I wished she would just say it, get it over with, and then she did. “I fucked my brother,” Cassandra said. There was an awful, leaden silence for an eternal minute. Those four words hung heavily in the humid air. “Christian?” she said after a while, I suppose to verify that I was still there. “Yeah,” I said. “Are you totally freaked out?” “No,” I said, although I wasn’t really sure how I did feel. This preceded another couple minutes of pained silence. “Will you say something?” Cassandra finally begged. “How did . . . how did it happen?” I managed. “Do you really want to hear it?” “If you’re ready to tell me about it,” I said. “Then I’m ready to listen.” “OK,” Cassandra said. She was quiet for a while, and I thought she might have lost her nerve. But then she began: “His name’s Carson. He’s really only my half-brother, if that makes any kind of difference. I guess it probably doesn’t, not really. He was my Dad’s son from a previous marriage, a couple years older than me. We’d always been pretty close. I mean, we fought like cats and dogs when we were younger, but by the time we were both teen-agers, we got along really well. But there was always something . . .” She was trembling, I could feel it, but she went on. “Like, we would always joke around about sex and stuff, and he told me about his girlfriends and I told him about my boyfriends. We were open with each other, you know? Maybe too open. And there were other things like . . . when I’d walk around the house in a nightgown or a swimsuit, I could tell he was looking at me. It made me uncomfortable, but at the same time, I think I sometimes deliberately wore things like that. Because I liked feeling uncomfortable.” She sighed loudly. “One time, he was taking a bath and I really had to pee. There was only one bathroom in that house, and he could spend hours in the tub, reading a book. So I knocked on the door and told him to pull the shower curtain closed, and then I just went in and used the toilet. I’d done that before when he was in there, but for some reason this time I became really aware that there was a naked guy just inches away. We were talking, like normal, but then I heard this little splashing sound and I got it in my head that he was playing with himself. I don’t know if he really was or not, but I really think he might have been. Anyway, it turned me on. I wondered how he would react if I just yanked the curtain open and soaped up my hand and . . . you know, did it for him. I almost did. I swear, I had my hand on the curtain, ready to pull it open before I lost my nerve. I went into my bedroom and got myself off, just thinking about him in the bathtub getting himself off. But that was as close as we ever came until . . .” “My parents got divorced about a year and a half ago. I stayed with my Mom. Carson was supposed to stay with my Dad, but I think he was sort of disgusted by the whole divorce thing, because he went into the Army instead. He was gone. We never heard from him. He never wrote or anything. I knew he was mad at them, not at me, but it still kind of hurt, you know? So there was no word from him, but then earlier this year . . . he just showed up at the house. He was on leave, said he had a week, and he wanted to stay at my Mom’s house.” “Things were kind of weird between him and Mom, horrible things said during the divorce and all that, so I knew that the real reason he was there was because he wanted to see me.” “His first night there, he went out and bought a case of beer. He’d just turned twenty-one, so there was really nothing Mom could say about him drinking it. Of course, she forbade me to have any, but then she went to bed. So as soon as she was asleep, me and Carson tore into that case and started catching up.” “He’d changed. He’d grown a mustache for one thing, that was the most obvious thing. It made him look older, like somebody who wasn’t my brother. But there was more to it than that. He was probably in better shape than he’d been the last time I’d seen him, but that wasn’t it either. I don’t know. He was just different.” “We talked for a long time, mostly just him telling me about the places he’d been, and the things he’d done in the Army. Mostly funny stories, you know, but then he told me about how he and a couple buddies went to a whorehouse in Honolulu.” “‘Two hundred bucks,’ he said. ‘I paid two hundred bucks for fifteen minutes with this gorgeous black lady, and it was worth every penny. She knew what the hell she was doing, that’s for sure. I started out fucking her, and then finished in her mouth. She called it a fifty/ fifty. It was freaking amazing.” “Then he said, ‘You want to hear the really weird part? Her name was Cassandra.’ He looked right at me when he said that, and the look in his eyes . . . I couldn’t believe it. I was a little freaked out, but at the same time . . . I was a little drunk by then, too. You know how I get.” “Four and a half beers also meant I really had to pee. So I went in the bathroom, and I started to think about that time when he was in the tub and I almost pulled open the curtain. I couldn’t help it. I was in such a weird frame of mind. So instead of pulling my panties back on when I was done, I took them off and put them in the hamper. I was wearing that yellow dress. You know, the one with the flowers?” I nodded absently. The dress barely came down to her knees. I didn’t want her to stop talking. My mouth was watering. “I don’t think I knew yet what was going to happen. Not really. I was turned on, but I didn’t really think it would go anywhere. I just kind of thought it would be a weird kick to sit there next to Carson with no panties on, while he talked about fucking a whore who had the same name as me. I even wondered if I would dare to flash him. Just the thought of him seeing my naked pussy made me want to drip.” “So I went out there and it became, like, sexual confession hour. He told me a few stories about girls he’d met here and there, and I wanted to top all that so I told him the story I told you, about Carolyn.” “It turned him on as much as it turned you on. God knows why guys are so amazed by the whole lesbian thing. He started laughing, saying like ‘You ate her pussy? I can’t believe you ate her pussy.’ By then I was on, I don’t know, six beers or so. Carson was probably on eight or ten. We were both bombed, anyway.” “Then it got all quiet. And I knew. I just knew that he was trying to get up his nerve to touch me. We were both scared, terrified in fact, but we were like two horny little fuck monkeys. If one of us didn’t do something fast, we would have both just popped. So I leaned back on the couch and raised my arms over my head. I knew doing that made my tits stick out more. My nipples were hard enough to cut glass and I wanted Carson to see them.” “I closed my eyes and the next thing I knew was, he was tracing his finger over my breast, so lightly it almost wasn’t like touching at all, but it was. He was touching me, and I leaned over and kissed him. Not a brother and sister kiss, Christ no. It was a prelude-to-fucking kind of kiss, mouths open, tongues thrusting. And our hands were all over each other. He had pulled down the strap on my dress and put his hand down the front and was fondling my breast, and my hand was on his lap. It felt like he had a boa constrictor hidden in there. Then he reached up my skirt. He let out this little laugh when he found out I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, then he stuck his fingers inside me. My brother was finger-fucking me. His hands were rough and calloused, but I loved it.” “It was good, great in fact, but at the same time I was very aware of how wrong it was. I mean, let’s call it what it was. Incest. I was committing incest. Like, an ancient taboo that has always existed since the dawn of man and I was deliberately breaking it. It felt like sin, like perversion, like I was damned for letting it happen. Literally damned. But all that made me want it more.” “Then Carson was whispering in my ear, ‘I’ve always wanted to eat your pussy,’ he said. ‘I’ve dreamed about it.’ All I could do was say ‘Yes,’ and push his head down and spread my legs open and let him.” “He pretty much dove in. I think he was too keyed up to do it slowly, but I didn’t care. I felt his mustache tickle my clit and he stuck his tongue up my cunt and I about came my goddamn brains out. It took about fifteen seconds, all told.” “Then we traded places. He sat on the couch and I kneeled down in front of him. I tore his pants open and pulled out his cock. I wanted to suck him so bad. But I didn’t want to do it like he’d done me. I wanted to do it slow. I wanted to show him that his little sister could suck his cock better than any high-priced Hawaiian whore. I’ve given guys head before, God knows, but you know how they say that babies put things in their mouth because that’s how they explore the world? Well, that’s how I wanted Carson’s cock. I wanted to explore it. I wanted to know everything about it.” “I used every trick I knew of. I kissed and licked and nibbled the head, like it was an ice cream cone. I ran my tongue along the entire shaft, to get it good and slicked up, and then I licked his balls. I even licked that little part down between the bottom of the sac and his asshole. Then I took just the head in my mouth and sucked it like hard candy. I was running both hands over the rest of it, the shaft and the balls. I even reached one hand between his legs and played with his asshole.” “Some guys are so big they gag you, and some guys like to thrust like they’re fucking your mouth. But Carson was like you. His cock was the perfect size and he just laid there and let me do what I wanted. He was trying not to make any sound, because God knew our Mom could just walk in, but he couldn’t help moaning out loud. I was that good. I knew it, too. I felt powerful. I was in love with him and in love with his cock. It was like nothing in the world existed but my mouth and his cock inside it.” “Then he came. Or more like he exploded. It was amazing. With my hands on him I felt everything. I was so aware, so in the moment. I felt his asshole twitch. I felt his balls get tight and start to pump. I felt the stuff coursing up his shaft. I felt it spurt into my mouth. My brother’s come. It was delicious. I’d never really dug the taste before, but now it was like some rare, exotic delicacy. Like caviar. Like oysters. I swallowed every drop that came out of him. It filled me up. I never wanted it to stop and for a while it seemed like it never would. His orgasm in my mouth seemed to last forever.” “When it was finally done, I looked up at him and he had this awful look on his face. I’ve heard that men only really think clearly in the five minutes after orgasm, and I think it was finally hitting him what we’d done. I was aware the whole time of how wrong it was, but I think he was able to convince himself while it was going on that I wasn’t his sister, just some girl.” “He just said ‘Goddamn I’m drunk. I gotta go to bed,’ and then he stumbled off into his old bedroom and passed out. I had to get rid of all the beercans myself. I felt like there was probably some other evidence of what we’d done, something my Mom would see in the morning, but I was just being paranoid. I went to bed and masturbated myself until I could get to sleep.” Cassandra fell silent then. I felt like I should say something, to comment on what she’d told me, but my head was spinning. All I could think of was: “So you didn’t actually fuck, then? It was just oral.” “Oh, we fucked,” Cassandra said. “I told you he was there for the week. The next day, he went out and bought a pack of condoms. Always wear a condom when committing incest, it’s a good rule to live by. There were twelve in the pack, and we used them all in four days. It was crazy, like some weird drug binge. We couldn’t get enough of each other. We’d sneak into each other’s room at night. We’d go for drives and fuck in the car beside cornfields. Plus, he fucked me in the ass a few times. I’d never let a guy do that before, but we liked it because we didn’t have to waste a rubber and if you’re already committing incest, sodomy is really no big deal.” Cassandra's Secret Cassandra reached back and grabbed my penis. I was hard, of course, and a little ashamed that what she was telling me turned me on. She rubbed me lightly against her buttocks. “So I’ve had sex with lots of guys, but you and Carson are the only two who ever took me like that.” “One night we were on the couch again. I was on his lap and he was inside me and my Mom walked right past us on her way to the bathroom. She looked right at us, but just kept walking. It was dark, but I’m sure she would have seen us if she’d been fully awake. It scared the hell out of me. But the fear of getting caught only made it more intense. She never found out, though.” “So, at the end of the week, Carson just left. I gave him a blowjob in the car on the way to the train station, and I haven’t seen him since then. He hasn’t written or called. I sent him a postcard saying that me and Mom moved so he could have our new address, but I don’t even know if he got it. I don’t even know if I’d want to talk to him or see him, after what happened between us.” Cassandra fell silent again for awhile, rubbing back against me slowly. “After that, I was a mess,” she said. “I couldn’t even think of being with anybody else. My mind was blown. I was glad when Mom got a job here, and we could move. Suddenly, it seemed like I couldn’t face anyone who knew me. A new town meant a new start. Still, I couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Until I met you.” She turned to look at me. I could feel the weight of her gaze even in the darkness of the tent. “You’re so much like him,” Cassandra said. “It’s scary. You don’t really look like him, except you both have brown hair and blue eyes. But you have the same strange sense of humor, and you both treat me with the same . . . kindness. And sexually, it’s weird, you like all the same things. You’re both so oral and your penis is just like his. The same size, and you know that little freckle you have on the head? He had one in the exact same place. I almost freaked when I saw you had it too. Even your names sound alike. Carson, Christian. And I love you like I loved him, only it’s different because you’re not him and you’re not my brother, but still it reminds me of all that and that’s why I’m such a fucking basket case around you.” This all came out of her in a breathless rush, and then she started crying again. I held her while she cried, still unable to speak. “Do you hate me?” she said after a while. “No,” I said. “Of course not.” “Do you love me?” “Yes,” I answered. “Very much.” “What else?” “What do you mean?” “What else do you feel for me?” she asked. “Right now. At this moment.” I didn’t know how to answer that. It was such a confusing swirl of emotion. I was a little afraid, a little revolted. She was right, I could feel the monstrosity of the broken taboo. And yet I was aroused, so much so I almost couldn’t bear it. And I was ashamed of my arousal, ashamed that what had happened to her should make me feel like this. And I was a little jealous, too, that she had been that way with anyone else. I had never felt jealous of any of her other past lovers, had always enjoyed hearing about her exploits. But the intensity of what had passed between her and her brother threatened me. I couldn’t think of way to articulate all this, though. “Nothing else,” I said finally. “Just love.” Cassandra nodded. “Then make love to me,” she said. “Don’t fuck me. Make love. I’ll be able to tell the difference.” She rolled onto her back and I entered her. Together we moved as slowly as the earth rotating beneath us. “Come inside me,” she said as eternity tilted towards dawn. “I’m not his anymore. I’m yours. And you’re mine. Forever.” “Yes,” I said. It was all I could say.