8 comments/ 150081 views/ 14 favorites Elizabeth and John Ch. 01 By: KaddyKitten Dear Readers, When I first published the story I did not have the help of an editor. I knew I could work more on it and that the idea could be more developed. Then I received the volunteer help of an editor. I would like to say a BIG Thank You to Lindsey Marsh for her editorial help and review. She not only helped me with the grammar, but also made many wonderful additions to the original story line. Thanks Lindsey, and hope to work with you again soon! I changed the original story to include 3 parts in order to allow the better development of the characters. This is Part One. I hope you enjoy the changes. ***************************** Part 1 Elizabeth awoke to the sound of a baby crying. Concerned that the other members of the household would also be awakened she hurried to the cradle, took the baby in her arms and murmured in his ear. As she calmed him she looked through the window at the arid landscape before her and, as she did, memories of the last few months flooded back to her. Her life had changed dramatically. Once a wife and mother with her own house in Georgia, she was now a widow living in Texas with her brother, her own son, Michael, and her brother's son, John Jnr. - the beautiful little baby she was nursing. More than a year ago, the last of the US Civil War, she had become pregnant with her first child. Her husband, Peter, an officer in the Confederate Army, was fighting with his regiment in a desperate rearguard action, trying to stop the advance of the Yankee forces as they drove through Georgia on their way to Atlanta. During a brief lull in the fighting he had come home on leave and, worried about the prospect of the fighting threatening their home town, had sent her to her brother's cotton plantation in Tennessee so that she could have their baby in safety. On the plantation she had lived in relative tranquility with her sister Susan, while both her husband and brother fought the losing battle to save the Confederacy. Peter died four months later during the battle for Atlanta, leaving her a twenty-two year old widow with a one month old baby. John, her elder brother, although slightly wounded, had survived the war and had returned to Tennessee. At first she was devastated by her husband's death but, gradually, with the support of her brother and his wife her life began to assume a semblance of normality. The respite was short-lived as, six months later, tragedy struck again when Susan died while giving birth to her first child, a son. Like his sister John was devastated by his spouse's death, to the extent that Elizabeth had feared for a time that her brother was losing his will to live. In his grief he had ignored his son and it was left to Elizabeth, who was still breastfeeding her own son, to look after her nephew, breastfeeding him and treating him as her own. This time it was Elizabeth who provided support for her brother and, as had happened with his sister, he gradually came to accept his wife's death. The only time he found it difficult to forget was in the evening, when he was sitting in the parlour after his evening meal. When his wife was alive they had used this time to sit and talk about their day and their plans for the future. Sitting alone or with his sister he found it difficult to accept that his wife would never be there to talk with him again. In a final effort to overcome the pain he did something he never thought he would do; he put the plantation, which had been in his family for three generations, up for sale. In less than a month the plantation was sold to a neighbour and, with the proceeds from the sale and Elizabeth's inheritance from Peter's estate, he was able to buy a sizable cattle ranch in Texas near to its boundary with Arkansas. John was seven years older than his sister; the product of their mother's first marriage and, according to their mother, had inherited his father's looks. Elizabeth had her mother's eyes but, like her brother, looked like her father, an Irishman who had charmed and married her mother five years after her first husband had died. Their personalities and appearances were totally different. John was a large, muscular man with brown hair and grey eyes and a quiet demeanour but, when aroused, was capable of a violent temper. Elizabeth was small and vivacious with creamy skin, fair hair that smelled of jasmine and smiling, sky blue eyes. At first things went well. The ranch, which they had named 'Hope' in the belief that it offered them the opportunity for a new life and a new beginning, had good grazing and water, the herd had prospered and the farmhouse had proven to be comfortable, if not luxurious. They had lived in harmony with Elizabeth running the house with the assistance of their housekeeper, Mrs. Bennett, and John running the ranch. All their lives Elizabeth and her brother had got along well although, like most elder brothers, he was a little possessive of her, but as he had always been like that she had grown used to his ways. Then, six months after moving, things changed. They had made it their custom to travel once a month to the nearest town to buy supplies and do their banking. On this occasion she was excited as it was over a year since Peter's death and, by convention, this meant that she no longer had to wear dull mourning clothes. She had dressed in what had been her husband's favourite gown. A sky blue, it fitted her perfectly, emphasising her slim figure and matching the colour of her eyes. She had arranged her hair in a loose bun on top of her head and had completed her outfit with a little blue hat that matched her dress. As she climbed into the wagon and sat at her brother's side he looked at her with a shocked expression making her laugh but her amusement was cut short when, after surveying her from head to toe, he frowned and said, "Elizabeth, what's the meaning of this? Why are you dressed as if you're going to a party? We're not going to a ball!" Furious at his attitude, she answered, "I'm not dressed to go to a party, you fool! When Peter was alive I often wore this gown, even when we went to church, and he never once complained. On the contrary, whenever I wore it he always said that it matched the colour of my eyes and that it made me look beautiful!" Without answering, he turned away and set the wagon off in the direction of town. Elizabeth soon forgot his criticism and turned her thoughts to what she would do when they got to town. On their first visit she had enjoyed the atmosphere created by the presence of returning civil war soldiers which had lent the normally staid town an air of excitement and which was something she had missed on the ranch and at the plantation. On the other occasions they had been into town she had been forced to take John Jnr. and Michael with her and had been so busy with the children that she hadn't had time to make new acquaintances or to enjoy the town's few amenities. This time, as John Jnr. had just started to eat solid food and she was restricting breastfeeding to the night-time, she had been able to leave both children with Mrs Bennett, as she was anxious to explore the town without the children in tow. A little voice in her head even dared to hope; "Maybe, I'll meet someone... An honest man, who I can love and who will take care of both me and my son." But once they arrived in town things started to go wrong. She accompanied her brother to the bank, where he learned that the documents he was expecting would not be ready until the next day, which would mean staying overnight in town. As they walked down Main Street to the hotel, John became increasingly agitated as he noticed that the eyes of the male passers-by were following his sister and obviously enjoying what they saw. After they had booked into the hotel and gone to their rooms, he had opened the adjoining door between their rooms and let himself in. Without resorting to niceties, he immediately launched into a tirade, telling her that it was obvious that she had dressed in her gown in order to advertise herself, just like a woman of the street. For the rest of the day, as they walked around the town buying provisions, he refused to leave her alone, introducing himself to strangers as Mr. Harrison and Elizabeth by her married name; Mrs Ward. Whenever they engaged in conversation with any of the townspeople he had his hands around her waist or kept his arm linked in hers. If anyone, in particular men, tried to talk to her, or even looked at her, his demeanour became even more possessive and, coupled with a hostile stare, led to confusion about the nature of their relationship and deterred even the women from talking to her. By the end of the day she had a headache and, when they finally returned to the hotel, they had their first fight since moving to Texas. Angry at his behaviour, she accused him of trying to scare men off by passing her off as his mistress. "If you keep doing this everyone will think I'm your mistress. I'll never be able to find a decent man and marry again." "Good God Elizabeth, you've got stop this nonsense! I can't understand why would you ever want to marry again? You've got a good life, food and clothing, a house to live in and you know that, whatever happens, I'll provide for you as I would have done for Susan." To Elizabeth her brother's response merely confirmed his complete lack of understanding of her needs. She needed more than just a provider; she needed someone to love and someone who would love her and to lead a normal family life. "You say you'll always provide for me, but that will satisfy only my material needs - it's not the same thing as having someone to love. You'll have the opportunity to marry again someday and I'll be condemned to live the rest of my life without a house or a husband or a family of my own." "But you have a family of your own. I'm your family! Little John is your family too! Can't you see that? What else do you want?" "I've already told you - love! I want and need someone to love... and someone who will love me." "Love!? So, that's the point of all this? This dress... and this ridiculous hat? Well, my dear sister, I need your love and little John needs your love too, so I'm going to give you a warning; don't ever dream of leaving me. I'd rather die than let another man touch you. In fact, I'll kill anyone who tries. You're too good for them and I need you!" He needed her, his son needed her and he was frustrated that she couldn't see it. Realising that there was nothing to be gained from continuing the conversation he left her room, slamming the door in anger as he went. Totally dejected by what she felt was an unwarranted interference in her life she threw herself onto the bed and sobbed. I will find someone... This time I will not obey him... I deserve to be happy she repeated to herself again and again until she calmed down. Finally calm, but still angered by his attitude, she got undressed, washed and, since she had not expected to stay overnight and had no night-dress, went to bed naked. She was exhausted and slept almost immediately. In the year since his death she had often dreamed of her husband. That night, as she lay sleeping, she dreamed of him and of their life together, but every time that she started to make love to him his face was replaced by that of her brother. Try as she could, every time she looked into the face of her would-be lover, it was her brother she saw. Frustrated by her inability to conjure up her husband's face she awoke, only to find that she was not alone. Startled, she looked around and saw, in the dim light provided by the moon, her brother lying on top of the covers. As her eyes focussed and adjusted to the light, she realised that he was staring at her intently and, to her shock, wearing only his underwear. Noticing that she appeared uncomfortable with his near nakedness, he looked at her and said, "Beth, I'm sorry if I frightened you and I'm sorry if my state of undress is upsetting you but I had to come and tell you that I'm sorry for the way I spoke to you today. You know I'm not good with words, but there are things that I must tell you. I love you, not only because you're my sister but also because I have come to realise, over the time we have lived together, that you are an extremely desirable woman and someone special to me. You're sweet, kind, soft and generous. I need you and I need your love. You're the only mother my son has ever known and neither John nor I can live without you and your love, not now... I can't even think of you leaving my life." In contrast to his earlier belligerence his tone was gentle, almost a whisper, showing her a side of him she had never seen and, as he catalogued his love and need for her, his voice started to comfort her and, as he continued, to seduce her. It had been over a year since she had a man in her bedroom and, even if it was her brother, his words, his presence and his male smell were starting to make her feel things that she hadn't felt since her husband died. He continued, "But you're also a young and very beautiful woman and I'm sure that you must have physical needs just like me. For me it's an easy problem to solve. I can go to the saloon and get satisfaction from the women there, but you can't. I've also come to realize that there are many things that you don't know about love between a woman and a man; things that you need to know; things that I need to teach you... Do you know that there is a way you can get physical satisfaction on your own ....without a man? Elizabeth, have you ever played with yourself?" Although, for the brief time she had been married, she had enjoyed what she had considered a normal sex life, she wasn't sure what he was talking about. Unable to speak for fear of exposing her ignorance, she just shook her head. He smiled; reassuring her. Softly he asked, "Do you trust me enough to let me teach you?" Although she was still unsure of his intentions she nodded, feeling safe in the knowledge that she could trust him. He took her hands in his and gently kissed her fingers and then, holding her right hand, he inserted the middle finger into his mouth, sucking it until it became slick and wet. Elizabeth looked at him, mesmerised, her whole body focused on and trying to understand what he was doing with her finger. When he lifted the sheet she tried to cover herself, embarrassed that he was looking at her naked body and afraid of what he was going to do to her. Still holding her hand in his he used the other to caress her hair and murmur to her; "Hush. You know that you don't have to be afraid of me. If you listen to me and do what I tell you everything will be fine... I promise that I'm not going to try to make love to you... I'm only going to act as your teacher. Will you let me help you?" She nodded again. She started to tremble from a mixture of shame, excitement and fear. It had been a long time since her husband had died and she wanted to feel pleasure again; she needed it. She forced herself to relax and lay back, resting her head against the head of the bed and closing her eyes. Holding her hand in his he moved it under the sheet and down her body until it cupped her silky, down covered mound where he moved it in soft, circular caresses until she instinctively parted her legs. Using her middle finger he opened her pussy lips and gently pushed her finger part way into her pussy. Noticing that her pussy was surprisingly tight and only partially wet, he took her finger out of her pussy and placed it on her budding clitoris. He explained, "I can tell it's been some time since you've been with a man. You're tight and to enjoy what you are going to do you need to be wet. Take your finger and start moving it up and down right here...you can move it up and down or in a circle... whatever feels best to you." Using his other hand he pushed the sheet down until her milk-heavy breasts were exposed and guided her left hand to them. "Play with your breasts for me. Caress them, pinch your nipples, you don't have to be afraid of anything, nobody is watching us; you can do whatever you want." The sensations she was feeling excited her and she felt powerless to disobey his instructions. She reached for and petted her breasts and brushed her thumbs over her swollen nipples until they puckered in a state of arousal. "That's it. Now spread your knees wider... put your finger into your pussy." She spread her legs wider, while her right hand moved lightly around and over her clitoris in a slow and provocative caress. As her body responded her breath became ragged, and then, for the first time in her life, she slipped one finger deep inside her pussy. Watching her play with herself he thought that he had never seen such an erotic sight in all his life. He had loved his wife and had enjoyed their love-making but the desire he felt for his sister went far beyond the feelings he had experienced when making love to her. "That's right. Are you getting wetter?" "Yes. Very," she replied. As he watched her move her finger in and out of her pussy, he reached down into his underwear and stroked his cock, seeking his own release. His mind and body were consumed with a desire to make love to her but he knew that he had promised not to touch her. As he became more excited he realised he was starting to lose control and, if he continued, that he would find it difficult keep his promise to her. Determined not to violate her trust he stopped and stroked his cock one last time, sliding his hand slowly over the pre-cum lubricated shaft and groaning in frustration as he did so. Elizabeth was no longer able to hear him. Lost in her own world, a world full of erotic sensations, she knew only that her brother was watching her play with herself and this knowledge both excited her and made her anxious to please him. Her eye-lids became heavy and, as she undulated her hips and fucked her finger, she started to pant. Her breasts swayed, slowly at first, but as she increased the tempo they started to swing, bouncing in tandem with the thrust of her hips. "Put another finger in." She opened her legs wider in response to his command and put in not one but two fingers. Her three fingers filled her pussy, giving her a feeling of fullness she hadn't felt since the last time she had made love to her husband and prompting her to increase the tempo at which she was finger-fucking herself. Her other hand was teasing and squeezing both her breasts and her nipples; adding to and intensifying the pleasure she was getting from her three fingers. Something started to build inside her and she started to moan. Her breath became even more ragged and her body slick with sweat. Her fingers began to move with abandon, their motion becoming almost a blur and then, suddenly, her world exploded leaving her feeling as though she had split into a thousand pieces. As she gradually came down from the high of her climax she realised that, throughout her married life, making love to her husband had never provided her with sensations in any way as intense as those she had just experienced with her brother. Frightened by this knowledge she searched for his hand and, when she found it, held it tightly before she dissolved against the pillows crying softly, her whole body still trembling. He trailed a series of soft kisses along her upturned face, then her eyebrows, nose and cheek and murmured softly, "You're so beautiful Beth, you're such a beautiful girl, and I love you." After a long pause, she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him feeling both dazed and vulnerable. He smiled kindly and asked, "Did it feel good?" She nodded unable to speak. Although she had enjoyed everything she had just done she was embarrassed that she had done it in front of her brother. Elizabeth and John Ch. 01 "Show me your fingers. Let me taste you." She just stared at him, shaking her head, horrified by what he wanted to do. Without waiting for her reaction, he took the fingers she had just used in her pussy, put them into his mouth and sucked and licked them. "Sweet. Sweeter even than honey." The tenderness in his voice and the look on his face as he put his fingers into his mouth told her that he didn't think it was shameful. Comforted, but still concerned about what had happened and afraid she would burst in tears if she looked at him, she pulled the sheet up to cover her breasts and tried to explain what she felt. "I know that you aren't worried John, but this is wrong, you're my brother and we shouldn't be doing this. It's my fault I shouldn't have let this happen ....oh God, I've just... in front of you .. Decent women just don't ..." "Elizabeth, look at me," he interrupted. She couldn't look at him. She couldn't face the idea that she had just played with herself in front of her brother and, worse, that she had loved it and, what was even more embarrassing, he had seen that she loved it. Holding her by the shoulders, he turned her so that she faced him. Lifting her chin he said, "It's all right my love. I didn't touch you... you did it to yourself ...and because you wanted to... I just showed you what to do, remember?" She nodded nervously, still unconvinced. Leaning against her he eased her down gently until she was lying on her back on the bed. She looked beautiful; the lips of her pussy were glistening with her juices and her nipples were still erect with traces of milk she had expressed when she had played with her breasts. He'd been with many women, a few like his wife respectable and more, like the women of the saloon, less so, but had never seen such a beautiful and erotic sight or felt the same way as he did at that moment. "You don't realise how beautiful you looked when you came... and, speaking of decency, I'm afraid you're right, I'm not a decent man, or a brother for that matter. Because I want you Beth, I want and need you to share my life and my bed." He leaned down towards her and kissed her mouth while his hands started playing with her breasts, re-kindling in her the feelings she had just experienced. In spite of her body's response, she found the strength to try and halt his new assault on her body. "No, John! You must stop it. This is a sin. You promised... " He still wanted her -- desperately - but he knew that, whatever his body felt, his conscience would not let him take advantage of her. He lifted his head and, with a sigh, said, "Yes, I did..... and I suppose I should keep my promise. But I'm going to ask you one thing before I go back to bed. Will you promise me that whatever happens you won't leave me? At least for now." She hesitated slightly, as she thought briefly of her need to find a husband and how that need compared with her love for him; then she nodded. "Good girl. Now give me a kiss." Seeing the reluctance in her eyes he added, "just a brotherly kiss." She raised her chin for him to kiss, but he found her mouth and kissed her sensuously, pushing his tongue deep inside and fencing with her tongue. Feeling her melting against him, he lifted his head and looked at her with a gleam of victory in his grey eyes. "Good night, sister. Pleasant dreams." As she watched him leave the room she was all too aware that she had always submitted to him, whatever he had asked of her, and she was afraid that she always would. Elizabeth and John Ch. 02 Over the next few weeks, Elizabeth lived on in a haze, feeling both excited and guilty about what they had done, the feelings she'd had and, most of all, the wicked things she'd done to herself almost every night since their encounter. She worked hard during the days, as did everyone else on the ranch, and had little time to think of anything other than work but at night, in bed, she couldn't avoid thinking about and doing all the things her brother had taught her. Her fantasies always involved him touching her, kissing her, playing with her body and making love to her. She was bewildered by the sudden raw sexual feelings and the attraction she felt for him - her own brother. Since that night in town every time she was in his presence she was filled with an overpowering longing and desire for him. Away from the eyes of the rest of the world their relationship had also changed becoming more sensuous, full of subtle touches, soft laughs, teasing and private glances. Six weeks after their adventure an itinerant trader had come to the ranch selling clothes, cutlery, soap and other assorted items. Although she had been tempted by some of the items of clothing and costume jewellery she didn't buy anything but watched in amusement as the cowboys used their pay to purchase a variety of items, some useful but some frivolous. The next day, right after breakfast, John surprised her with a little velvet box. "It's for you, Beth! It reminded me of your eyes." Thinking that it was a present he'd bought from the trader she was surprised and delighted when she opened the box to find a silver brooch in the design of a flower encrusted with sapphires in many shades of blue - Montana blue, sapphire blue and aurora borealis blue. It was delicate and beautiful and clearly not a piece of cheap jewellery from an itinerant trader but an item which could only have been purchased from a big-city jeweller. "Oh, John, it's beautiful! Thank you, I really love it. But you shouldn't spend your money on me, I'm only your sister. This must have cost you a fortune." He took the brooch from her hands, helped her to remove the cameo brooch she usually wore, which had been a present from her dead husband, and replaced it with his gift. "Now, let me have a look at it. Yes, it matches the colour of your eyes just as I imagined it would." In a more solemn tone he added, "in future whenever I look at you I want to see you wearing jewellery that I have given you and not some another man." He took her in his arms and gave her a tender kiss on the mouth before adding, "See you at lunch." With that he left leaving her with a foolish smile on her face and feeling stunned by the unexpected gift. In her heart she knew he was trying to seduce her and that the present was merely part of the seduction process. She knew he wanted more from her than she had already given, but she didn't know how to proceed or if she was really prepared to accept what she knew would be the next and ultimate step in their relationship. The next day, she spent the afternoon working in the ranch garden where she grew an assortment of vegetables, including tomatoes and okra, along with herbs such as jasmine, rosemary and dill. When she finished, she was covered in dust and dirt and was anxious to wash it off. She entered the house where Mrs. Bennett had just finished preparing dinner. "Mrs. Bennett, could you please take care of the children for a while?" she asked as she poured hot water into a small wooden bath-tub in the room adjacent to the kitchen, "I'd like to freshen up before dinner." "Certainly my dear, I'll take the boys to the corral so they can take a look at the new horses. That will give you more time to make yourself presentable for dinner." The housekeeper took the sleeping baby from the cradle and called to Michael, "Come on Michael, let's go and see the new horses that arrived today. Would you like that?" The boy laughed with delight and raised his little hand to her. Taking his hand in hers and holding the baby in her left arm she walked slowly towards the corral leaving Elizabeth alone in the house. Elizabeth went upstairs to get clean clothes then returned to the room and started to undress. The water was scented with the jasmine she had picked in the garden that afternoon. Since the visit to town her brother had acquired the habit of coming up to her, leaning over and smelling her hair. Anxious to please him she had taken particular care to ensure that it always smelled of flowers. She loved these moments before her brother arrived home for dinner when she could be alone and relax. Standing in the bath she washed her hair allowing it to absorb the fragrance of the jasmine and had just started soaping her body and was humming a song when a noise startled her. She turned quickly and saw her brother standing in the doorway staring at her. Frozen, she stood there as his eyes travelled over her naked body from her swollen breasts, past her slender waist, her downy sex and, finally, to her thighs. Enjoying what he saw his gaze climbed back slowly over her body until their eyes met. The lust in his eyes was so blatant that it produced a wave of pleasure throughout her body causing it to tremble in anticipation. Ashamed by her body's response she tried to cover her nakedness with her arms and stammered, "John, you... you ....startled me. I've finished here. Just give me some time and I'll get dressed and serve you dinner." Without answering and without taking his eyes off her, he entered the room, closed the door and began to take off his clothes. She watched him closely -- she had seen most of his body before - but this, she knew, was going to be different. When he had finished undressing, he stood naked in the doorway facing her, breathing heavily and struggling to control his lust, while he waited for her reaction. She could not move, she could only stare at him mesmerized. Even at the hotel she had not seen him completely naked, in fact the only naked man she had ever seen was her husband. Her brother had a beautiful body with every muscle tight and perfect, honed to perfection by his work on the ranch. His torso was smooth and covered lightly with hair. A thin layer of sweat covered his tanned skin. However, it was his hard cock standing upright before him long, thick and proud that held her attention. Longer and much thicker than her husband's had been she visualised it entering, stretching and filling her aching pussy. Suddenly, she desperately wanted him to touch her, to kiss her, and she knew that, in turn, she wanted to kiss him and play with his magnificent body. Slowly, she lowered her arms exposing her body to his gaze and looked at him, her eyes showing clearly her desire for him. With a sense of urgency he crossed the room, took her in his arms and placed a kiss on her waiting mouth. His hands roamed her body, his rough caresses sparking a fire in the depths of her sex. His mouth moved to her face, then her neck and, finally, her shoulders, as it did he asked, "Do you know what you do to me Beth? You're so beautiful! Every time I see you, I can't help thinking things that no brother ever should. I want to hold you ....kiss you... to tear off your clothes and make love to you until we're both exhausted. I need you to tell me you feel the same way! I need you to tell me that you want me to make love to you." Excited by his words, but still troubled by her knowledge that the relationship he was proposing was truly incestuous, she paused before answering and then, in a low voice filled with passion, replied, "Yes. It's true. I do feel the same way about you as you do about me ...and I want you... but you must understand that I'm not ready to give you everything that you want ... not yet." Frustrated by her reply he buried his face against her neck inhaling the scent of jasmine. "Alright. Your way ... no sex... for now...," then, with a grin, he added, "but I'm going to show you how taking a bath can be much more pleasurable .... for both of us." He moved behind her, surprising her and making her giggle nervously. He picked up the soap and began running it down her back, his large, callused palms leaving a trail on her skin. He palmed the curves of her bottom, and then brought his hand down and slapped her hard on each cheek making her squeal with surprise and leaving two red marks. With a laugh he bent down, kissed the wheals he had raised on her bottom and slowly washed both the back and front of her legs followed by the same leisurely exploration of her thighs, her waist, and finally her breasts. Lathering his hand he cupped and soaped her breasts and then ran his thumbs slowly over her nipples. If he had ever had any doubts about her feelings for him they were quashed by the way her nipples responded to his touch, puckering and standing out proudly from her body. As he put his arms around her Elizabeth could feel his erection probing her back and bottom. "You feel so damn good in my arms," he whispered. Using clean water from the jug he poured it over her letting the water wash the soap from her body. Seemingly without effort he lifted her still dripping body out of the bath, sat her on the small table near the wall and pressed his body between her legs. They kissed, their tongues meeting again and again. He put one hand on her back, the other holding her head and pulled her against him forcing his stiff cock against the entrance to her pussy and causing her to respond with an involuntary thrust of her hips. Knowing now that she wanted him but, aware of his promise he had made to her in the hotel, he trailed his mouth down her body, stopping to nuzzle and suckle her nipples, stimulating and pleasuring her until her still lactating breasts started to leak milk. He fed for a moment on her dripping nipples but his mind was fixed on his ultimate objective - her pussy. Lifting her legs so that he could place her feet flat on the table he spread her knees and then caressed and gently opened the folds of her pussy. "So wet...So slick," he rasped into her ear as he played with her clit and then pushed his middle finger deep inside her stimulating her to close her eyes and arch her back. He started to thrust his finger slowly in and out of her pussy all the time watching the emotions play on her face. Aroused and feeling bold she grasped his erection in her hands and started to tentatively stroke his cock, bringing from him a gasp of pleasure. "Open your eyes and look at me. I want to watch your face while you come on my hand," he ordered, at the same time inserting a second and third finger deep into her pussy. Helpless she obeyed, her eyes fixed on his. As his finger thrusts became more rapid she responded to his attack by wantonly rocking her hips and fucking his fingers. "Oh God, yes, John, please don't stop." She was panting and moaning, the pleasure almost unbearable. As she climaxed she screamed, her body stiffening as she shuddered through an intense orgasm. When she was spent, she looked at him stunned by the pleasure he had given her and by the intimacy they had shared. She had never felt anything like that and they hadn't even made love. In that moment she knew that she wanted her brother as a man and that there would be no going back in their relationship. Gently, he eased her to the ground and ordered her, "Kneel." She obeyed without hesitation, her body trembling, and went down on her knees before him, her eyes directly in front of his cock. She could only guess what he wanted -- did he want her to take him in her mouth? - she had never done it to her husband or any other man and she wasn't sure what to do. She looked up at him with trepidation in her eyes and stuttered, "I ... Peter and I never...," she started, but was interrupted by her brother. "I know darling. It's alright. Don't worry I'll show you what to do. It's not difficult - all you have to do is take my manhood and put it in your mouth. Then lick it and suck it." Still unsure of herself she placed her hands on his thighs, opened her mouth, licked and then swallowed his beautiful cock as best she could and then, with some misgivings, started to suck. Realising her insecurity he stroked her hair in an effort to calm her. "Move your tongue around the tip. .....Yes, just like that." Her first attempts were tentative but as she became more comfortable she started to increase the depth to which she took his cock. John had waited a long time for this moment and wanted to be gentle but, overcome by the pleasure generated by her mouth and also by the knowledge that it was his sister who was sucking him, he grasped her head roughly and started to fuck her face. Frightened by the change in pace she gagged and released his cock. Ashamed by his thoughtlessness he apologised and waited for her to recover her composure. Once he was sure she was ready and wanted to continue, he gently eased his cock back into her mouth. This time he slowed his thrusting letting her get used to the pace while all the time stroking her hair and murmuring softly to her. As she got used to the thrust of his hips she began to feel more comfortable and once again started to take him deeper into her mouth. "Caress my balls my darling." She took his heavy balls in her hands and caressed them lovingly. He closed his eyes surrendering totally to the pleasure being given by her mouth and her hands. "That's it ...good girl....relax your throat and breathe slowly... I need you to take more of me." As he neared his climax he intensified his rhythm, thrusting his cock down into her throat until she once again thought she would choke. Wanting more than anything to please him she followed his advice and forced herself to relax. She grasped his buttocks and relaxed her throat muscles allowing her to take him even deeper into her mouth. She heard him groan as his fingers tightened in her hair. Suddenly he pulled her head towards him and, as he did, she felt his body shudder and his cock twitch in her mouth. His balls erupted filling her mouth with his hot seed over and over again. Surprised she tried to swallow everything but, in spite of her efforts, some of the warm liquid escaped from her mouth dripping down her chin and over her neck and breasts. When he was finally spent he reluctantly eased his cock from her mouth, picked her up and kissed her. Looking down at her he saw pools of his sperm glistening on her body and scraped some on to his index finger before playfully offering it to her. Totally under his spell she licked his finger and then, in an action which caught him by surprise, showed him her cum-covered tongue before smiling and swallowing with it an exaggerated swallowing motion. Satisfied and feeling a post-coital languor he stood looking at what he thought was the most beautiful body in the world. For a few moments he wondered, even though she had told him that she wanted him, if she would ever really be his. Not able to answer the question he abandoned his musings and returned his gaze to her body. He noticed that she still had remnants of his sperm on her breasts and using the bath water he gently soaped it off before he moved down to her pussy to clean the fluids that had dripped from her sex onto her legs. Overwhelmed by the tenderness of his touch, she stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him, trying to convey to him with her kiss all the love she felt for him. After what seemed like a lifetime she ended the kiss and turned her attention to his body trailing small kisses along his chest and down to his, now flaccid, cock. As she kissed and licked it she could taste the remains of his seed which just moments before she had swallowed for the first time in her life and which, she realised, marked another step in their relationship. She wondered if she was prepared for what she knew was going to be the next step. Returning to the present she looked up into his eyes and smiled. "You know, you were right, my bath was extremely pleasurable." Meeting her smile with his he embraced her and kissed her brow. "The pleasure was all mine my darling." Elizabeth and John Ch. 03 The shared bath changed everything. Now, they didn't bother to hide their feelings and were slowly discovering each other. Elizabeth knew that she was falling deeply in love with him in a very different way from the way that she had loved Peter. Her feelings for her brother were those of a sensual woman, not a girl. She could see that the attraction she felt for him had probably always been there but that she had denied it and that her submission to his will was caused by a suppressed wish to belong to him. She knew that was ready to let him have sex with her. She also knew that what they were going to do was a sin in the eyes of both God and man but she believed in a forgiving God, one that would not blame them for a love that was not hurting anyone. The amorous and sensual climate surrounding their relationship was suddenly broken a few weeks later. Her brother had hired new hands to help with the cattle he had bought and, since Mrs Bennett was busy elsewhere, Elizabeth had gone to the stable to take the men their lunch. She greeted them politely and was greeted politely in return but as the men lined up to receive their food she became aware that their attention was not on their food but on her body. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, and it was clear from the looks they were giving her that they were envisioning her in a different setting and certainly without the every-day work clothes that she was wearing. John, who was sitting with the men, was incensed by their interest in her but, wanting to avoid an argument, he decided that the best way to warn them off was to clearly establish the nature of the relationship between the two of them. He got up from the table, seized her by the waist and gave her a kiss on her lips. Startled by his actions she tried to escape from his grasp. As he released her he laughed and said, "Come on my love, don't I deserve a kiss before lunch?" Embarrassed to her core by his action and flushing a bright red she ran out of the stable and into the house silently cursing both him and his possessive ways. She was both ashamed and angered by his behaviour. Mr. Bennett had been there and she was afraid that he would tell the others that she was John's sister. What would everybody think? My God, they could be imprisoned for that. At dinner she sat in stony silence ignoring him and his numerous attempts at conversation. She tried to distract herself by watching Michael trying to feed himself while she gave little John his dinner. When the boys had finished she cleaned their hands and mouths and took them upstairs where she played a little with them before putting them to sleep. When she returned downstairs and went to the table to clear the dishes, John grabbed her, pulled her to him and made her sit on his lap. "Tsk, Tsk, so, my little kitten is angry with me?" he teased while he nibbled on her ear. "Oh, stop it John," she said feigning anger as she tried to hide her body's response to even his slightest touch. "Don't you see what you've done? Mr Bennett will tell everybody that you're my brother and they'll know that we've committed incest. God, we can both go to prison for that." He looked at her in surprise and replied, "What are you saying? Firstly, as far as I know we haven't committed incest and secondly, neither of the Bennetts know that you are my sister -- they both think you are my sister. It seems that when you told Mrs. Bennett about Susan you referred to her as 'my dear sister' and, fortunately for us, she misunderstood and now thinks that Susan was your real sister. For that I think we both ought to thank God!" "How do you know?" she asked, but he ignored her and started to caress her breasts through her blouse. She pulled his hair to draw his attention. "O.k. let me think... I guess that I've known for about two or three months. Mr. Bennett came to me the day after our trip to town and suggested that since you were no longer in mourning that it was a good time to make an honest woman out of you. He also said that he was sure your sister would not have minded if I married you. When I asked him how he knew that Susan was your sister he mentioned your conversation with his wife. You see? I told you that you don't need to be worried." Re-assured, but still upset, she slapped his hand away from her breasts and got up from his lap.. "But you still had no right to treat me like you did in front of those men today. They all know we're not married. What will they think of me?" His mood, which up to now had been playful, changed in an instant. "Those men in the stable, I saw the way they looked at you and that can only mean one thing ...trouble. It's better that they know once and for all that you're mine, that you belong to me. I don't give a damn about the men and neither should you ... that's if you're not interested in what they have to offer." Irritated, once again by his insensitivity, she tried to escape from his grasp, but he easily held her. Pinning both her hands in one of his he pulled her back onto his lap and then used the other to explore her body. Gradually, as his hands touched her secret places, her resistance waned and her body started to respond to his caresses. He kissed her passionately and she moaned as her body responded; her sex becoming moist with want. With her help he slowly removed her clothes until, finally, she was sitting naked on his lap. She could feel, even through his clothes, his erect cock as it probed and rubbed against the opening to her pussy. Reaching round her body he rubbed her belly and, as he did, whispered in her ear, "You'll soon stop whining about propriety when I plant my cum in your little warm, wet cunt and your belly starts to grow with my child." Her face burned as she heard his soft, masculine laugh. "Don't deny it, Beth. I know that you want me. I also know that what you really want is for me to be your master, for me to mount you, to pleasure you, to fill your cunt with my cum." She got up from his lap and slapped him hard on the face, her body trembling with anger. She knew she wanted him, she knew that every word he said was true, but his ugly words hurt her and brought tears to her eyes. He touched his face where she had hit him and looked at her. "You're mine, Elizabeth and no other man will have you, not while I'm alive. Incest may well be a sin, but I'd rather go to hell than lose you, and, whatever you say, sooner or later I will have you... The sooner you recognize that this is what you want the better." When he had finished he got up from the chair and left, leaving her alone and confused. That had happened two days ago. In the meantime he had gone with the men to a neighbouring ranch to bring back the cattle he had bought and, although he had returned to the ranch that afternoon, they had not been able to talk as he had been too busy with the cattle. Elizabeth ate dinner alone and was thankful as she was unsure how they would both react when they were in each other's presence again. After dinner she sat in the parlour on her own thinking about their relationship and where it was going. She knew she wanted him but couldn't see how they could live together as lovers or even as husband and wife under the ever-present threat of their incestuous relationship being discovered. Unable to find a solution she went to bed. Lying in bed provided no relief as her mind kept returning to their relationship and her feelings for him. She was brought back to the present when the baby emitted a long wail, a sure indication that he was feeling hungry. She got out of bed, sat in the armchair, unbuttoned her night-dress and, with practiced ease, removed her left breast and offered the nipple to him. A full moon illuminated the room and fell onto her pale skin, accentuating her fair complexion and highlighting her heavy milk-filled breast. As the baby started suckling, the door opened and she saw her brother in the threshold. "I though I heard a sound," he said as he entered the room looking tired. The summer night was hot and he had stripped down so that he was wearing only his pants. She stared briefly at his tanned torso taking in his lean muscles and his sculpted abdomen but then her mind drifted back to the last time she had seen him naked and to the image of his proud, rampant cock which she had since incestuously held, licked and sucked and whose cum she had swallowed. Frightened, but excited by her thoughts, she gave him a tentative smile. "Sorry, I tried to get to him before he made too much noise." Her voice was barely a whisper as she tried not to wake her son who slept in the room next to hers. "Please, go back to bed, I will take care of him. Tomorrow is going to be a hard day and you need to rest." Tomorrow would be a hard day. The cattle they had brought back that afternoon needed to be branded, treated for injuries and separated by age and sex. In fact the next few days would be tough for not only had he to deal with new livestock but he also had to make sure that the new men were settled in. However, if everything went well, they would be able to sell some of the cattle next year and use the money to make much needed improvements to both the house and the ranch. "Oh, I don't mind, it gives me a chance to be with him. I don't get much chance during the day and besides, you know I love to watch you breastfeeding him," he said, his grey eyes piercing her blue ones. With a smile he sat down on his haunches in front of her and took the one of the baby's little hands in his. When the baby gripped his finger his smile deepened. "Hi there little one, are you enjoying yourself? Do you like your auntie's breast?" As he watched the baby hungrily sucking her breast, almost absent-mindedly he started stroking the baby's hair and, as he did so, touched the top of her breast. She knew that it wasn't an accident, that, whatever their disagreements, he wanted her and that he wanted her to decide once and for all to let him make love to her. She also knew that by touching her breast he was, in effect, letting her decide if she would reject or accept him. In spite of the hurt she felt from the way he had treated her in front of others or the assumptions he made about her desire for him she knew that she didn't have the will or desire to refuse him any longer. She was just as anxious as him to be more to him than just his sister and, by default, a mother to his son. She wanted to belong to him, to be his woman and the one to satisfy the needs of his body. When the baby finished sucking her breast she raised him to her shoulder in order to burp him. Automatically she started to cover her exposed breast with her free hand but her brother interrupted her attempt at modesty by taking her hand in his. "Don't!" he ordered in the authoritative tone typical of him, "I want to see your body -- all of it." She obeyed immediately, moving her hands to her side and leaving her body totally open to his gaze. Although she couldn't understand it or explain it his aggressiveness, the look of lust on his face and his semi-naked masculinity excited her and she started to feel shivers running down her spine. Against her best intentions she felt her body respond and her nipples begin to swell. He moved to kneel in front of her and then, very slowly and without taking his eyes from hers, he bent his head toward her breast, his hot breath on her skin. His mouth closed around her left nipple, replacing that of his son. He started suckling, gently taking her milk into his mouth. Overwhelmed by the effects of him feeding from her breast, her breathing became erratic and her pussy started to moisten. He began to suck harder, from time to time removing his mouth, milking her with his hand and watching, enthralled, as the milk sprayed from her nipples. The more he sucked and played with her breasts the more love he felt for her and the more her pussy responded, becoming slicker and slicker with her juices. Then, without warning, his suckling was interrupted by a cry from his son, startling him and causing him to let go of her breast. Interpreting the baby's cry as evidence that he was still hungry, Elizabeth took out her right breast and gave it to him. As the baby started suckling, her brother resumed his use of her other breast, at first playing with and stimulating her nipple and making her milk flow, then twisting it between his fingers and finally biting it so hard that she gasped. Totally under his spell she felt her body respond to the bite, her nipples felt as if they were on fire, her pussy became even slicker and her cum leaked onto her night-dress. Caught up in the pleasant sensations provided by her bother's hands and mouth the baby at her breast was now a hindrance. She removed him from her breast, burped him perfunctorily and put him in the cradle. Standing there with her night-dress partially open, with both her breasts exposed and with a growing stain on her night-dress she felt embarrassed but, at the same time, knowing that her body craved her brother's attention. Sensing her indecision, he reached out, took her hand and led her down the corridor to his own room. As soon as they entered the room he took her in his arms and kissed her face, her neck and the curve of her breasts. As he started to unbutton the rest of the buttons on her night-dress he whispered, "I want you so much that I could eat you! I've waited far too long to make love to you. I want to as my lover as well as my sister. But before I do I need you to tell me that this is what you want. You must tell me that you want me to fuck you." The buttons undone her night-dress fell to the floor leaving her naked, exposed and trembling but with a look of love in her eyes. She knew the answer. Whatever doubts she had ever had about their relationship has disappeared. "John, you know I love you and I know that you love me. I want you. I think that I have always wanted you and to be yours but now I finally think that I'm ready to have you do whatever you want to me. Yes - to fuck me if you want." Excited by her words, hearing from her for the first time that she wanted him to fuck her, he kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, and then, taking her into his arms, he carried her to the bed. Sitting beside her he took off his pants and then said, light-heartedly, "from now on you will be my lover and as my lover and my mistress one of your first duties will be to feed me ......from your breasts." He started once again to suckle on her right breast. To Elizabeth, excited by a sexual tension she had never before experienced, it felt as if every stream of milk that went into his mouth connected directly to her pussy. Her body shuddered. Feeling her response he used his hands to caress her inner thigh and then stroke her silk-like public hair, her pussy lips and, finally, her engorged clit. His mouth left her breast and trailed soft kisses up to her neck. "Who do you belong to?" He nipped her ear lobe with his teeth as he breathed into her ear. "You, brother.... I belong to you ...only to you." Satisfied with her response, he slid his mouth down to her neck, sucking and biting, using his mouth to mark her as his possession and sending shivers down her spine and into her pussy. He licked his way down to her breasts biting and marking them as further proof of his ownership of her most intimate places. He continued down to her stomach and, finally, to her waiting pussy. It was beautiful; he had wanted to lick and suck it from the moment he saw her naked for the first time. He eased himself between her thighs and opened the pink folds slowly savouring the moment and loving how wet she was for him. Absorbing the feel and the tantalising, womanly smell of her pussy he knew he couldn't resist taking her in his mouth. He leaned forward running his tongue round the labia and then her clitoris, which had burst out of its hood. He played with the man-in-the-boat and as it grew even larger he took the throbbing flesh and suckled it with his mouth. Elizabeth gasped and thrust her hips forward to offer more of her pussy to his voracious sucking. He abandoned her clitoris and thrust his tongue deep inside her cunt making her moan in passion as he tongue-fucked her. She tastes like heaven he thought, as he ran his tongue deep inside her, licking her juices out of her slick hole. He felt her hands clasp his head as he fucked her pussy with his tongue. As her passion mounted he returned his attention to her clit; licking, sucking and, occasionally, nipping it. Her body started to buck and, in response, he inserted two fingers deep into her channel. As he felt her getting close to her orgasm he inserted a third finger, roughly thrusting all three in and out while all the time continuing to suck, nibble and lick her clit. The closer she came to her climax the harder she bucked against his face and then, as she came, she grabbed his head and thrust her pussy hard and repeatedly against his face. She moaned and trembled violently, loosing a flood of cum from her pussy onto his face. Coming down from her climax she continued to rub herself against his mouth while he continued to lick her cum from her pussy until, unable to stand it anymore, she gasped, "Please. No more. It's too much!" To her brother her response and her uncomplaining submission were everything he had wished for. He was so excited that he thought his balls would explode if she wouldn't let him fuck her. Knowing now what he had to do, he got up from between her legs, grabbed her by the waist and threw her without ceremony into the middle of the bed. Excited by a feeling of power, he straddled her and then grabbed his erect cock, flaunting it, showing it to her, pointing it at her and telling her what she could expect when it penetrated not just her cunt but all of her orifices. Looking up it appeared enormous to her and, for a moment, she was concerned that it was too big for her pussy. She didn't have long to worry about it. Without waiting for her permission, he mounted her and rammed it up to the hilt into her waiting pussy. As he penetrated her he felt her pussy stretch around his cock and he groaned, lost in waves of raw pleasure from the heavenly sensations induced by both the incredible tightness and the searing heat of her cunt. She issued a moan from depth of her throat as the initial pain of being stretched by his cock transformed into waves of pleasure which permeated her entire body. He became a man driven, all his pent up lust driving him to use his cock as a battering ram. Lost in the pleasure of fucking her, he was barely aware of her loud moans and yelps of pain as he rammed his cock violently against her cervix. Twisting and pinching her exposed breasts he demanded, "Will you always be mine? Will you let me fuck you wherever, whenever and however I want?" Totally dominated by his aggression and, despite herself, feeling pleasure in the pain he was inflicting on both her breasts and pussy she gasped, "Yes, I'll do whatever you want. Yes, you can fuck me when, where and however you want." She knew now that her brother had become her owner, the master of her body and of her soul. She knew now that her surrender to his will was complete and irreversible and that from now on she would always give him whatever he asked of her. Satisfied by her capitulation he raised his arm, shouted a victorious 'Yes' and started to fuck her faster, pumping his cock in and out of her pussy. She responded, moving her hips to the increasing rhythm of his strokes. "Oh God it's good.... please go on...don't stop. Faster. Harder. Cum in me....fill my cunt," she pleaded. Then, as she approached her climax, she uttered the words which he knew meant her final submission, " ..............make me pregnant." Elizabeth and John Ch. 03 They fucked in unison matching each other's rhythm. Her cunt felt like a velvet glove, his cock a rigid, steel totem. She held on to his shoulders and wrapped her legs around his back. He leant and bit her nipples hard. She reciprocated raking her fingernails down his back. Her pussy started to flood mixing with his pre-cum and leaking on to their thighs. Without warning she started to climax holding him tighter in her grasp, panting and convulsing wildly. John responded immediately. Not yet ready to cum, he pulled out, grabbed her around the waist, flipped her on to her stomach, forced her thighs apart and knelt between them. Putting his arm under her waist he picked her up, positioning her doggy fashion on her hands and knees. His cock sought her pussy and when it found it he thrust forward and mounted her like a stallion mounting a mare in heat, burying his cock deep inside her. With one hand he grabbed her round her waist while, with the other, he reached out and grabbed her hair forcing her to arch her back and raising her body into an almost upright position. She gasped in surprise and tried to free her hair only to receive a hard, stinging slap on her backside. "Quiet," he commanded and resumed his assault on her pussy making her body jerk in response to his thrusts. His strokes became faster and harder, his grip on her hair painful but also exciting. He reached around her body and grabbed her left breast and squeezed and kneaded it until it once again issued a fine spray of milk. He leaned forward and bit her shoulder leaving the marks of his teeth on her skin and drawing a droplet of blood. All his cattle were branded and now so was she, with the bruises from his love bites on her neck and breasts and his teeth marks on her shoulder. Knowing that he had branded his woman and that she had enjoyed it pushed him to the edge. With a groan he started to cum. His cock distended making him even larger, pushing harder against the base of her cunt and threatening to split her in two. They climaxed in unison, and as they did, she felt him shudder and at the same time felt his hot seed flooding out of him in a series of spurts coating her pussy and mixing with her juices before being sucked by her hungry cervix into her womb. They kept moving slowly until their convulsions stopped. Exhausted, he turned her over onto her back and lay with her clutching her to his chest. "Mine," he said. "You're mine.....forever." "Yes brother yours, now and always...," she whispered softly to him as she caressed his chest and stroked his arms. They slept together as they would from that night on, her pale body pressed against his tanned one - sated and in peace at last.