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Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 01

By: Rob_mDear



Book 04 Chapter 01: Mouse Exposed

<8 The Show

Melanie felt the tequila burning her mouth and throat as it went down. She licked her lips to clean off the extra drops she had drunkenly sloshed on her mouth in her haste. She watched, completely absorbed, as her baby sister knelt naked before her brother, devouring his cock like an expensive whore. 

Mona slavered it with kisses, racing her tongue along its length. She held it in both hands, pressing it lovingly to her face as she grinned wickedly at Michael. Then she fell on it, instantly taking its entire length and width into her mouth and throat, all the way to the base. She held it there, deep in her throat, for what seemed like minutes, then released it quickly, only to immediately swallow it again.

Melanie jerked the bottle to her lips, taking another mouthful that dribbled this time down her chin. She held that relatively small amount in her own mouth without swallowing, while wondering how Mouse could take that entire cock into hers.

Melanie gulped down the mouthful as Mouse released the cock again. It was so huge, Melanie thought, so thick. Her little brother's cock was everything she had ever imagined, and more. Melanie, unlike Mouse, didn't think of cocks as "beautiful". They weren't something to be worshipped. They were just something that you made grow and ached to have inside you until they'd served their purpose. Then you put them away, or wanted them to be put away, until you needed them again.

But if any cock was ever beautiful, her brother Michael's was. She jealously watched her little sister kiss it's tip and hold it in her hands.

Her brother's cock, Melanie thought. She was lusting after her own brother's cock. She couldn't believe that she was here, watching this obscene spectacle.

<8 Long Talk

Mouse had pulled nervously into the driveway at her sisters house. She was unsure what was in store for her there. It was her third trip home in half a year, which was unquestionably unusual. She'd been in Chicago for half a decade, and in all that time had been home at most twice a year. Now it was suddenly three times in six months.

She had stayed with her despised brother Michael each time, too, and that was creating a stir in the family. She was sure it was okay for now. Everyone, or at least Mom, Dad and her sister's husband Dan, assumed it was just another way she had discovered to annoy him, and that Michael was too kind and compliant to refuse her. Her sister Melanie wanted Mouse to stay here, with her, but Mouse had put her off, for now, so that she and her brother Michael could indulge themselves with utter, wicked abandon.

Melanie worried her, though. This visit worried her especially. Melanie had almost, maybe even had, caught Mona – that was her given name, Mouse being the pet name the whole family had adopted for her – straddling their brother on the couch, kissing him, after the three siblings had all gone out for a few drinks. Since then Mel had been a little too alert to their interactions, paying close attention whenever Michael and Mouse talked, hanging on every word and look and touch. Spying, it seemed. 

Melanie guessed something, Mouse knew, and Mouse wasn't entirely sure of herself when it came to hiding their affair. She wanted so much not to hide it, to brazenly show her affection in public, that she suspected she might have subconsciously sabotaged things herself.

And now Melanie wanted to talk.

Alone.

Shit.

* * *

It was a sunny late morning. Melanie and Mouse were together in her older sister's bright, immaculately finished kitchen. Melanie's husband was at work, and their three teenage kids were away at college or in class in high school. The two sisters wouldn't be interrupted for a while. They had time for a long talk. Too much time, Mouse thought, with too little chance for escape if things got hot. Melanie had planned it this way, Mouse was sure, but it was too late to back out now.

Melanie sat down at the table. She nodded for Mouse to sit, too.

"No thanks, I'll stand," she said, trying not to sound cold. She wouldn't stand too close, either, she thought. She stayed well out of range.

"I know what's going on with you and Michael," Melanie stated flatly, but with a hint of anger.

Mouse kept her face composed, betraying nothing. Inside she was already a turbulent, panicked windstorm of emotions and thoughts, all banging into each other and keeping any one from taking control. This had happened far more quickly than she had expected, putting her off balance. No testing the waters, no probing for weakness for Melanie. Not even a little small talk to soften her little sister up, first. Just "bam, accusation" from Melanie. That was her style.

"Which is?" Mouse asked.

"You haven't been good at hiding it at all, you know. Anyone with half a brain can see it. Lord help you if Mom and Dad figure it out. Dan did, and he's as thick as they come with things like that. You'd usually have to hand him a script and act it out right in front of him, complete with special effects, for Dan to get it. Typical man."

I'd like to see that script myself, Mouse thought. She still didn't answer, but she wasn't doing well at maintaining her composure at all. She felt the heat rising in her face. She hated, hated getting lectures from Big Sister. And a short temper was one of Mouse's trademarks.

"Where's it going, Mona? Where's it going to end? You're messing him up. Michael deserves better. He deserves a chance to get his life together, now that his wife has left him. This is just going to tear him up and make things worse. There's nothing happy at the end of this story."

That really got to Mouse, the thought that Melanie felt she knew more about Michael's happiness than Mouse did, the thought that Melanie believed she cared more about Michael's happiness than Mouse did. It was a blaring, trumpeted implication that somehow Melanie was right, and Mouse was a silly little girl with no concept of what was going on.

Michael was happy now because of her, not in spite of her.

Melanie was close to crossing a line, Mouse thought, and if she did, the Mouse was going to fight back. Melanie had never gone toe-to-toe with Mouse. Their fifteen year age difference meant that they didn't cross paths much. They didn't come into conflict over anything, ever. It was time for Melanie to see how Mouse can fight, Mouse thought to herself.

"You have to stop", Melanie ordered. "You. Must. Stop."

Mouse rolled her eyes. Her older brother and sister both did that, and it drove her crazy. They added emphasis by speaking. In. Halting. Sentences. With. Too. Much. Punctuation.

It was infuriating.

"I can't stop. I don't want to stop," was her artificially subdued reply.

"You have to."

"Don't give me orders. I'm not a little girl," Mouse said. They were quick, sharp, little words, backed by growing fury. She was loosing control, loosing her temper far too quickly, she knew.

"You're a silly, selfish, little girl with no self control. You're being stupid. I want you to stop."

"No." The reply was terse, but the emotion behind it was a black storm that covered the whole horizon, carrying the threat of approaching, deafening thunder, and worse.

"Mona, you are going to stop. This isn't a request. Just back off. Why is this so important to you?"

Pushed too far, with too much dancing around the subject, Mouse snapped. 

"I love fucking him!" she shouted. "There, I said it out loud. I. Love. Fucking. Him." The words had tumbled out, one by one, each in turn, mocking Melanie with her own tone. There, bitch, she thought, try it on for yourself.

"You're doing what?" Melanie asked in horror, the words fading at the end as if she were losing the ability to speak.

Mouse's mind raced, automatically replaying the conversation quickly in her head. Melanie had just said "Why is this so important to you?". What did that mean? Why ask that?

Oh, shit, Mouse thought. Shit, shit, shit. Stupid, stupid, stupid. She didn't know. Why did she do that, Mouse asked herself. She didn't know. Why didn't she know? She said she knew.

Her eyes darted around the room, as if looking for a way out.

"Ohmygod," Melanie said, finishing with her mouth frozen in a small "o".

That's a new one for her, Mouse thought. No punctuation at all. Suddenly the anger was gone, Mouse realized. Cold rational thought had returned. Too late. The game had changed.

"You're fucking Michael?" There was a definite tremble in Melanie's voice.

Mouse bit her lower lip, watching Melanie carefully. Her sister's eyes were wide in shock. For a moment Melanie seemed to be holding back tears, then quickly regained her composure. Good, old, solid Melanie, thought Mouse.

"You're fucking our brother?" Melanie repeated. "Our brother? Our? Brother?"

"I thought you knew." Mouse whispered, cowed by the unexpected, lowering her gaze to the floor, avoiding the sight of Melanie's tortured expression. Mouse kept her head down, but raised her eyes to study Melanie's face. The blood had completely drained from it. Now it was quickly refilling with a pool of cold anger.

"How would I know?" she responded with a question. "How the hell would I know? You're fucking him? Since when? More than once?"

Mouse considered lying. It would have been so easy to say "Just once, really, I promise." She could have sold it. They were drunk, she could claim, which was true anyway. She should have tried, at least. But she didn't want to. In her heart, all along, she had wanted someone to know. And maybe the secret would be safe with Melanie.

Maybe.

"Since Mom and Dad's last anniversary. When I stayed overnight with him," she answered partially, dodging the question of "how often".

"Oh, god! And more than once?"

Shit.

"I was there three nights, actually. I guess we were kind of like teenagers that weekend. I don't remember exactly how many times."

"Oh, gross. I don't need details like that," Melanie shot back. Now it was her turn to study the walls and floor in discomfort.

"You asked."

Melanie's eyes jerked back to hers. Now they were burning black with anger again. They narrowed on Mouse like a lance pinning her to the wall.

"How often since then, since the anniversary? I know he's been to Chicago for business, and you've been home a lot more than ever, and always staying with him. Now that makes sense. What, two, three, four times each way, and days at a time?"

Mouse hesitated, marveling that Melanie could turn even something like this into a cold calculation. Now her big sister's mind was racing, filling in the blanks for herself. She was clever, Mouse had to admit. If you got her started, that was, like by blurting out something she really never would have guessed on her own. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Five," Mouse supplied for her.

Melanie froze the air solid between them with her look. "You said 'fucking', not 'fucked'. You said you can't stop. Is that why you're trying to get him to move to Chicago, so the two of you can play some sick, twisted game of 'house'?"

"It's not sick and twisted. Well, it is, but in a good way!" Mouse countered, trying on a small smile, to see if it fit.

"MONA!" Melanie bellowed.

Uh, oh, Mouse thought. Misjudged that, too. Shouting match time.

"Mona, this isn't funny! It's not a joke, it's nowhere near a joke. I don't think anything in my entire life has been further from a flip, little joke. It's incest."

She hissed that last word, the "i" word, as if just saying it boiled the saliva from her tongue into steam.

"Don't judge me," was all Mouse could think to say. To her own ears, her voice sounded distant and tinny, as if she had already been locked down in the cellar for her crimes. She just wasn't as prepared for this argument as she'd thought, intellectually or emotionally. Shit.

"Judge you? Judge you? Oh. My. God. Mona!"

Mouse wanted to slap the extra punctuation out of her. It grated, like the sound of someone incessantly tapping a pencil while you were trying to concentrate.

"Yes, Judge! Judge!" Mouse echoed back, louder. "That's what you do, that's what you're good at, that's your hobby! Well guess what, the answer isn't so easy this time. You don't have all of the answers, no matter what you think." 

The tears started pouring down Mouse's face. She felt them fill her eyes and burn her cheeks more quickly than she could ever hope to restrain them. God, she hated crying! Weak little girls cry. Losers cry. Not Mona. Not Mouse. And absolutely not in front of Melanie. But this was it, there was no stopping it now, whether she liked it or not.

"I love him, Melanie, in a way no one in the world will ever understand," she said, her voice cracking. More lame, pitiful tears came flooding out. The storm had broken in a way neither woman had expected.

"It's not love, little girl, it's sex. It's just horny, unrestrained, ill-considered, adolescent sex, and it's... wicked."

"It's not! It is and it's not!" she cried, sobbing. "It is love, and it is wicked, and it's not wicked, too. The very first orgasm I had was with his face in my mind. I think every orgasm I've ever had has had him in there somewhere. I've tried everything else. I fucked short men, fat men, black men, other women, anyone that wasn't like him." 

She was pacing around the room now, a tiger locked for too long in too small a cage, then starved and teased. Except tigers don't cry, and the tears kept coming. 

"It didn't work. It never worked. I tried fucking men that looked just like him, too. That didn't work, either. Every single time, before they fucked me I thought about Michael, while they were fucking me I thought about Michael, after they fucked me I wanted to rush into the shower and stay there for a week, washing their touch and smell off of me, washing them out of me, thinking instead about Michael."

"Mouse, " Melanie said, unexpectedly softly now. "Calm down. You have to stop, and you know it."

"And it's not 'me', it's 'we'. Don't you get it? We fuck! We! I don't do it by myself. And he loves me, too! He loves what I do for him, to him. No one else has done it for him. His ex-wife sure didn't. She wasted half of his life, trying to rot him from the inside out. I'm good for him, I'm making him happy. And you know it, that's why you're here. Because I'm making him happy and it confuses you. It bothers you. It scares you. And he's good for me, too. He's keeping me grounded, or, well, getting me grounded," she finished lamely.

Melanie didn't answer. Mouse could see in her sister's face that she really didn't have all of the answers anymore, and Melanie knew it. This had caught her off guard, too. It was time for the big sister to listen, to stop judging for just a little while and to listen and understand. 

And then judge.

"I don't think I've seen you cry since you were a teenager, Mona. In fact, I don't think I can remember ever seeing you cry," she said, demonstrating just a bit that she was affected by it.

Good, Mouse thought, so she knows this isn't just a sick, adolescent game to me. She knows this is important. Mouse finally dropped down to sit beside Melanie at the table.

"Go on," Melanie told her in a soft but controlled voice, putting her hand firmly on Mouse's and giving it a squeeze. Mouse wasn't entirely certain if the gesture was meant to be consoling or restraining. Mouse looked down at their hands, then back into her sister's eyes. They weren't unkind. They weren't punishing. They were familiar. 

Mouse decided to trust her. Melanie was cold, but not cruel. She had an annoying motherly approach to everything, but had never hurt her. She'd trust her. For now.

Mouse smiled a bit. Sniffling, she wiped the corners of her eyes with the back of her free hand, looking away as she did so, ashamed that her sister had seen her crying. And that was truly wacked, she thought. She was ashamed of crying, but not of fucking her brother.

She allowed herself a small laugh, more to relieve tension than because she found any of this remotely funny.

"He is really, really, really good," Mouse said through the tears, turning her head from side to side with each repetition of the word. She kept her smile, a small, honest one, while daring to look unblinking into Melanie's eyes. It was Mouse's turn to be stern now. 

"I know that's not something you want to hear," Mouse continued more soberly, "and maybe it grosses you out, but he is so, so good at...". As she saw Melanie stiffen, Mouse adeptly switched words in mid-sentence. " ... it. At least for me. To me. With me." She laughed again, self-consciously, looking at the ceiling, as more tears welled up. It took another sniffle to force them back. "And I would know. I went around fucking virtually everything that moved, for a while. Before this."

"And you really think this is different, Mona? This isn't just another hunt for the ultimate orgasm?" she asked. 

It wasn't as accusing as the words sounded. It was an honest question, if one that Melanie thought she already knew the answer to, and one that she thought Mouse was too stupid to ask and answer properly herself. She probably also thought that asking it would inevitably lead Mouse to the same conclusion that was obvious to her big sister.

"If it is, the hunt is over, I've definitely found it. The ultimate orgasm," Mouse responded with no sign of hesitation. Melanie's face betrayed, Mouse would swear, a hint of envy. 

"Wow, yes. Definitely yes," Mouse continued, rolling her eyes to the ceiling, then letting them drift off, avoiding eye contact again. "I feel so... free with Michael. I shouldn't, you know?" She looked at Melanie now. "I should feel the opposite. I should feel caged and ashamed, having to hide it, unable to kiss him in public, or hold his hand for more than a moment, or even at all if you guys are around." 

Melanie knew that "you guys" meant their family; Mom, Dad, Melanie, her husband and their kids. It meant everyone that "knew" that Michael and Mouse loathed each other.

"I should feel guilty and ashamed. I can only have him every few months, and only when we can sneak it in. When he's in my apartment I have to bite my tongue and hold all my words and feelings in so the neighbors won't hear me scream my passions when he overwhelms me. When he fucks me." 

Mouse made certain that she held Melanie's eyes as she said this, that Melanie understood that Mouse was hiding nothing, and was proud of it. "Then when we're here we have to fight in front of every one, and pretend that nothing has changed. We can never marry, never be 'a couple', never go to parties together." 

Mouse didn't mention the games they played in Chicago, where everyone thought they were a couple, and they did go to parties and they fought only because they liked to. She certainly wasn't going to mention the mock wedding and honeymoon they'd shared.

"I can't even hold his hand at dinner," Mouse said, looking at Melanie's grip on her hand now.

Melanie let go abruptly and leaned back, sitting up straight. Uh, oh, Mouse thought. That was quick. Judgement time.

"Well," was all Melanie got out. "Well." There it was again, followed by silence.

So, it wasn't as easy as it looked for Miss Mature-knows-what's-best, Mouse thought.

"So what do we do? What do I do?" Melanie asked, as though asking herself, not Mouse.

"You won't do anything," Mouse said firmly, leaning back herself, regaining some control, though her face was still wet with tears. 

Melanie raised an inquiring and-what-does-that-mean eyebrow.

"You can't do anything," Mouse declared. "What would you do? Tell Mom and Dad? It would kill them. Tell Dan? He'd keel over with a heart attack, and then either keep the secret, too, or worse yet tell it to someone else. And then what? You'd have to move! You'd have to leave your pretty, little, white picket fence suburb and drag your tail out of town in shame!"


Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 01



Melanie glared at her in anger and shock. "And you'd go to prison."

"Exactly. We'd go to prison, Michael and I, your brother and sister, both. So. You. Can't. Do. Anything." Ha, Mouse thought, ha and ha. My turn to over-punctuate again.

"Alright, I need a drink." Melanie said in quick retreat, standing abruptly to tower over Mouse. She looked so much like Michael, Mouse thought. They both towered over her diminutive frame. They both had such serious, forceful, angular cuts to their jaws. Somehow, though, where Michael, the "masculine" one, was soft and inviting, Melanie, the "feminine" one, was instead stern and dominating. And judgmental. And controlling.

"I need some time to think this through," Melanie continued. "But I want you to stay away from him... that way."

Mouse glared at her in silence.

"Just for a while. I promise. Just while I think. A truce, please. Please." 

Melanie must have sensed her own weakness, if she'd switched so quickly to reasoning and pleading with Mouse. Melanie didn't wait for an answer. She knew, and Mouse knew, that Mouse would do whatever Mouse pleased. Melanie could only hope she'd cooperate. By leaving the request unanswered, it at least gave the illusion that Melanie was in control.

Melanie turned, walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs, thereby signaling to Mouse that it was time to leave, and she could let herself out.

<8 Girl Talk

It didn't take long for Mouse to realize that she needed to say more. She still needed to talk with her sister. She felt the need to explain things, yes, but she also needed to talk. For six long months the only one she could talk to was Michael, and that didn't count, not for this. Having her big sister to talk with meant a lot.

Mouse hadn't gotten more than a few blocks away when she took out her cell phone to call Melanie.

"What, Mouse? What?" Her voice was cold and bitter.

"Look, I need to talk some more. Girl to girl. Sister to sister. But not big sister to little sister, not to get lectured. I really just need someone to talk to, to think out loud. No one else knows. I haven't been able to talk to anyone but Michael. I'd really like to talk about it."

There was long pause, while Melanie silently battled her own reluctance to deal with the situation. But this, Mouse knew, would ultimately be what she wanted, to get Mouse to be rational and reconsider her actions. To get Mouse to think logically, like Melanie.

"When?" Melanie asked.

"Now? Want to go for a drink?"

"In the middle of the day?" Melanie made it sound unheard of.

"You said you needed a drink. Okay, tonight then. It will keep me away from Michael this evening."

"Deal," Melanie said, a little too quickly. "I'll pick you up at 8:00."

"Fine, good. Thanks, Melanie," Mouse said.

"Bye."

"Okay, tonight. Bye."

Yeah, that will keep me away from Michael, Mouse thought. Until around midnight when I come home and ride my brother like an insatiable whore. In fact, I'll even keep him up and ride him twice, just to make a point. Take that, Big Sister.

* * *

Melanie was prompt and Mouse was late, of course. Neither of them spoke much in the car. Melanie picked out a small, almost noisy bar, one where they didn't have to shout over blaring music about her sister's horrid secret, but also one where the buzz of other conversations in the bar would mask their own exchange. If they kept it cordial, that was.

Mouse was smart enough to dress down for the occasion. She wore a simple pair of jeans and a size-too-large t-shirt, one baggy enough to hide her figure's natural sex appeal. She didn't put much effort into fixing her hair. She didn't wear any makeup. 

She knew she needed to make the right impression, to be the ordinary kid sister, just another woman looking for advice about a man. And anyway, the last thing she wanted was to have some guy hitting on her tonight in front of Melanie. Or ever, she thought happily to herself.

They got a table, one of those small, high, intimate round ones that you could stand beside, or sit at on a stool, but that kept you close together. They sat. 

Before Mouse could say anything, Melanie cut her off. 

"I need a drink first. Not just get one, but to finish one. I know that I'm going to want to be at least buzzed before I start to listen to this any more." She looked off even before she'd finished speaking, waving down a waitress. "I can't believe I'm here, or that this is happening, or that I'm willing to listen to you talk about this." She put her head in her hands, covering her eyes. "Ewww. Ewww, ewww and ewww, And ick." 

The words sounded silly coming from sober, mature, intelligent Melanie, Mouse thought, but that in itself highlighted her attitude about this like a marquee. Now playing, "Ewww, Ewww and Ick, starring Mouse and Michael."

When the waitress arrived they both ordered large margaritas. Good, Mouse thought. Getting her drunk, getting them both drunk, was good. Melanie was making things easier already.

Mouse followed Melanie's lead, to a degree. She couldn't simply keep quiet, but she stuck with small talk. The drinks arrived soon enough. She discussed her fashion career, and life in Chicago, and her dance classes. She told some short, funny stories, loosening Melanie up, changing the mood. 

She talked about Michael playing basketball again. Mouse mentioned that she had joined a league herself, to learn how to play, and that Michael was taking dance lessons, too. He was doing it for her, for Mouse, but she left that part unspoken. Melanie got the point, though.

Melanie was ordering their third round when she took Mouse by surprise by delving into the situation again herself.

"This is going to be so gross. Dan is going to wonder why I'm coming home drunk tonight. He'll really wonder when I won't let him touch me, too, when I shrink away and curl up in a fetal position on the other side of the bed." Melanie giggled.

Hm, Mouse thought. Gross, but with a giggle. The drinks the place served were strong, but still...

"How late did you say we'd be out?" Mouse asked.

Melanie made eye contact. "Late. I told him it was beyond girl talk, that it was long overdue sister talk. He gave me a look like he didn't want to know, and said have fun, and don't be stupid and don't drive if you can't. As if I ever would."

"So he doesn't know?"

"Agh, no, he doesn't know," Melanie snapped back, looking away. "You were right about that, I can't tell him or anyone. The best I can do is to try to convince you that you're the sickest person I've ever met, and that you're ruining both of your lives." She looked down into the depths of her drink.

"So if you didn't know, why was I there this morning? What was 'the talk' supposed to be about?" Mouse asked. The curiosity had been festering in her all day.

"I thought you were just trying to get him to move to Chicago, to try to live his life the way you live yours. To pretend he was a college kid again."

"That's it? We had to have a private, serious chat just because you're afraid I'd steal him from you?"

"It wouldn't be stealing! He's not 'mine' and you know it, you're just twisting this to try to be the victim."

"Look, I'm sorry," Mouse said, quickly changing tone. "This whole thing just caught me off guard." Mouse looked into the distance.

"Caught you off guard? How the hell do you think I feel? Shit, honey, I'll show you 'off guard'."

"I wish you could see us, together," Mouse mumbled into her drink, hardly believing she'd said it out loud, or knowing why.

"Ewwww. Ewww, ewww and ewww."

"Stop it."

"No. You stop. Ewwww," Melanie repeated, then took a long drink as if washing the taste of the conversation from her mouth. "Shit."

"I'm sorry, it's just..." Mouse trailed off, staring out across the bar before looking back into Melanie's eyes. "It's just so good. I know I can't explain it in words, but it is. It feels right."

"It's not. It's the exact opposite of right. It's so not-right it makes me sick. Ewwww."

Clearly losing ground, Mouse went quiet for a while. When she spoke again, she had changed the subject back to small talk, waiting to get a little, no, a lot more liquor into her sister before trying again.

* * *

Many drinks later, very many strong drinks later, and definitely feeling the effects herself, Mouse tried a different approach. She started critiquing the men in the bar, making fun of their looks or their expressions, making up stories about which men wanted which women, or, for an extra laugh, which men wanted which other men. She was turning the conversation first to sex and then to her and Michael, instead of going the other way. It would be less abrupt, especially if she could get Melanie at least a little turned on.

Eventually Mouse started to graphically describe the imagined cock sizes and shapes for every man in the bar. To her relief Melanie went laughingly along with it. It was private, drunken, sister to sister male abuse, always a good foundation to work from. They were sitting side by side now, shoulder to shoulder, almost cheek to cheek, giggling conspiratorially.

"I don't think there's a single decent sized cock in this room," Mouse commented after having disparagingly portrayed every guy in the place.

"No, you're right. I definitely have better waiting at home for me," Melanie replied, with a sly sidelong glance at Mouse.

"No." Mouse drew the word out. "Really? He's hung? Dan is hung?" Mouse let her mouth hang open theatrically.

"Not amazingly, no, but it definitely keeps me happy. And he doesn't kiss too badly, though not as much or as well as I'd like. I have my share of orgasms, though."

Share of, Mouse thought to herself. So she's not entirely happy with it. She'd be jealous as hell if she knew what Michael did for her. She wouldn't question this for a second if she knew what Michael did for Mouse.

"I hate to say it, but I doubt he's hung like mine." Mouse carefully avoided saying "Michael".

Melanie stared, her eyes a bit wide and unfocused. She didn't try to change the topic of conversation.

"I mean, he's not that big, either, but big enough, even considering how big he is all over. It's more than that, though. It's got this cute little upward bend in it when it's hard, like a banana," Mouse said giggling. She waited a moment for an "Ewwww" that never came. After the imagine-their-cocks game the two had just played, this went over easily enough with her sister. "It's thick enough to really spread you, you know? Not so it hurts, but so you feel like you're at your limit. And it's hard. A lot of guys with big cocks, their cocks don't really get hard, you know?"

"Mmm hmm" Melanie answered, as if she did know. Mouse wondered if Dan was like that.

"Not his," Mouse said, still afraid to use Michael's name and remind Melanie that they were discussing their own brother.

Melanie looked at the bridge of Mouse's nose, seemingly lost in thought. Mouse caught a whiff of her perfume. It was musky, a masculine scent for a woman, but it was good for Melanie. She wore it well. Mouse's own was more floral, and she wondered if Melanie noticed it, too. 

Mouse glanced down to where Melanie had already loosened her blouse in the hot bar. She caught a glimpse of attractive, bare flesh just above the edge of the bra. The sight sent a totally unexpected thrill through her. That's the alcohol taking over, she thought to herself. They'd both already had way too much.

Melanie was looking off into nowhere, lost in thought, too. And obviously feeling swimmingly drunk, as well.

"What really gets me is the heat of it, though," Mouse added softly. 

Melanie's eyes shot to hers, drawn back into the conversation. Her eyes moved slowly, gently around Mouse's face, from spot to spot, as if studying her intently for a picture she was going to paint. Her eyes stopped on Mouse's lips and stayed there, watching her mouth with a sudden intensity as Mouse continued with her description.

"I mean, when I hold it in my hand, I always think I must feel like ice to him, because it's so hot in my fingers, you know?"

Melanie nodded slightly in agreement, much in the way that Mouse had done the first night Michael had kissed her, when she was too afraid to speak or move or interrupt him, when she knew she had lost control of herself. Mouse began now to sway gently to the music in the background, adding an erotic rhythm to their conversation. Melanie's eyes slowly danced with her, following her motion from side to side. 

"And it's not just hot in my hand," she moved on, entering dangerous waters. "When it slides inside of me the heat is amazing." 

Mouse paused to read Melanie's expression, but Melanie was still focused on her lips. It made Mouse a bit uncomfortable, but she felt the urge to touch her sister. She put her hand on Melanie's back, tracing a slow, soft line up across her satiny blouse, up her shoulder blade. Melanie didn't react to the touch at first. After a moment, seemingly unconsciously, she slid her own hand close to Mouse's free hand on the table.

"That's a part of the whole thing, just that, just how great his cock is. I mean, it's not that important, I know, there are way more important things, but that part is great, right? It makes everything better." 

Now Melanie was stroking Mouse's hand with one finger, in slow, short ovals. Mouse tickled Melanie's back as they both leaned a bit closer to each other.

"You really should see us together, you wouldn't believe how neatly we mesh." 

Mouse meant it in the most vulgar fashion, but said it in a sweet, romantic turn of phrase and tone, in a fashion that Melanie could handle. It looked to Mouse like her sister was trembling, finding it hard to form words. Melanie took a quick sip from her drink instead, then looked into Mouse's eyes.

Mouse held her silence, letting her eyes do the talking. She let them grow wide, with a hint of fear and eagerness. She let them both share a moment of distant, barely recognizable and unfulfilled lust. Mouse wasn't sure if it was for men in general, for sex in general, for their brother, or for each other. She doubted that Melanie knew, either.

Both of their sets of fingers slowed their pace but continued, Mouse tracing lines on Melanie's shoulder, Melanie tracing circles on Mouse's fingers. Their faces drifted even closer together, so Mouse could feel Melanie's breath on her lips, and she knew Melanie could feel the same from her. Melanie's eyes fell down again to look at Mouse's mouth. Mouse made a small show of licking her lips once, quickly, moistening them. 

She consciously did that when she wanted to get a man to try to kiss her. It always worked.

"I think I could watch," Melanie said huskily, almost passing the words straight from her mouth into Mouse's. "I want to watch."

Mouse almost froze in shock. She recovered quickly, before she could transfer her tension to Melanie. She opened the fingers of her hand on the table to smoothly entwine them with Melanie's.

"I'd like that," Mouse whispered back. They had both had way too much to drink. She couldn't believe where this was leading, how quickly this had all careened well out of anyone's control. She had some ideas where this might end, and she wondered if this was going to turn out to be a really, really big mistake.

* * *

As Mouse came into the house, she was hit with another surprise. The lights were off. The entire den had been filled with flickering candles, at least two dozen, bathing the room in a soft, warm, dancing, orange glow. 

Michael was waiting for her, sitting in the recliner, completely naked, with half a drink in his hand.

It was very romantic, except for a harsher yellow light that barged in from the kitchen doorway, an oversight Michael had obviously made when getting himself his drink. It was very sweet, though, Mouse thought to herself, even if he did make that small mistake. She could forgive him easily. Very easily.

Mouse came to him and stood before him, her feet flush together. She admired him for a bit, then bent over, keeping her knees locked and legs straight as she often did, so her ass would thrust out behind her, even though there was no one on that side this time to admire it. She planted two quick kisses on her bother's cock, then let her lips linger there, unmoving, with her eyes closed. She knew she'd ruin everything if she simply got started now, so she willed herself up and away. Michael lowered his drink to rest on the floor beside him.

"I'll be back," she said, backing off toward the kitchen. "Don't move. I just need a drink of water. Then a drink of you," she said, laughing.

As soon as she entered the kitchen she hit the light switch, turning it off. She scurried over to the sliding door to let Melanie in.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," Melanie hissed drunkenly. The night air had sobered her a bit. She sounded more in control.

"Ssssssh," was Mouse's immediate, almost interrupting response. Mouse grabbed a bottle of tequila from the kitchen counter and pushed it into Melanie's hands.

"Here," she whispered, "you'll need this." 

She took Melanie by the hand, tugging her toward a vantage point at the door between the kitchen and the den. Melanie squeezed Mouse's hand as soon as they touched, seemingly more interested in the contact than their purpose in the house. Mouse liked that.

Mona peeked around the corner, to be sure Michael wasn't looking. His eyes seemed to be closed, as he leaned far back in the recliner. The chair back was turned partially toward them, so the top of his bald head gleamed at them in the candle light. He'd have to twist around to even have a chance of seeing Melanie.

Damn, Mouse thought. She wanted her to see his face when we fuck. Maybe she could get him to change positions later. If she remembered.

The entire image itself was enchanting, so much so that she almost wished it were going to be her doing the watching. Michael's house was large, and the den was gigantic, with a cathedral ceiling, a large fireplace, a sunken area, and a long staircase along one wall climbing up to an open balcony-style hallway.

The candles burned everywhere, gathered mostly around Michael and the couch, on the coffee table and side tables and on the floor, throwing small shimmering puddles of light here and there. Tiny shadows danced all around like scurrying mice. The high ceiling was almost lost in darkness, as were the walls, set so far from the candles in his expansive den. 

He'd placed some candles on the mantle of the fireplace, and on the brick floor around it. Michael had lit a small fire that had since burned out, leaving behind only black logs glowing with streaks of eery, supernatural red. The fireplace looked like another world, in the distance beyond where he sat, separated by a patch of dark gloom. To the other side, almost lost in shadow itself, the bannister of the stairs climbed up into complete darkness, like a portal to yet another, darker world.

Mouse put a single upraised finger to her lips one last time in a pointless signal to Melanie to stay silent. Her sister stood there wide eyed, grappling with fear at what they were doing, but equally entranced by the romantic stage set before her, and by the liquor still clouding her mind. Mouse grabbed and opened the bottle for Melanie and pushed it up towards her mouth. Melanie readily gulped in a large swig, after taking the bottle back in one hand as Mouse pushed the cap into her other. Then little sister stepped slowly and sensuously out into the dim light of the room to stand before her brother – and her big sister.

* * *

Mouse had wanted to start with a slow, erotic strip tease, but was afraid that if she took too long Melanie's courage would fade and she'd sneak out the back. She doubted that Melanie's mild, suppressed lesbian tendencies would lead her to lust after her little sister's body for long, if at all, all by itself. So instead Mouse quickly pulled her boots off, her top up and off, her jeans and panties down, and was undoing her bra all within a few breaths. 




Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 01



She immediately dropped to her knees before Michael, making certain that Melanie had a good view of the action. She stretched her arms out toward Michael's shoulders, laying their length across his chest. Mouse flipped her hair once across his cock, then nuzzled it with her face, letting out a low hum of satisfaction. 

Eyes closed, her mouth searched for his cock as her nails clawed, not too gently, drawing back down his chest, abdomen and thighs, then further down toward her own hips. She knew part of the kind of show Melanie needed, so she quickly found her own warm pussy, rubbing both hands against herself while simultaneously taking his cock in her mouth.

Michael drew in a loud breath. It was as nice a touch as she could have scripted, if she could have scripted it. She had no idea how this was going to go. She wished now that she'd called him from the bar and warned him. Then again, she doubted he could pull it off if he knew. Maybe this was better, after all.

She wanted to give Melanie a lot of time to admire their brother's cock, to see exactly how big and thick and hard it was, just as she'd described. It wasn't that big, it wasn't a "porno cock". It was just nice, a little bigger than most, definitely thicker than most. Mouse liked that part, the best. And it got very, very hard. 

Melanie wouldn't be able to feel how hot it was, the burning heat of it, but Mouse figured she'd made that part clear enough in her descriptions at the bar. It amazed her that a graphic description of her brother's cock had been what really got Melanie going, what broke through her defenses and overcame her hesitation. That and the lesbian undertones. 

So, those were her aces. Nice cock and lesbian fantasies. That was a good opening hand to bet with.

To help the show, she didn't lower her mouth onto him much, or as much or as soon as she wanted. She did it a bit, just to show Melanie that she could, to show her that she could take a cock as big as Michael's fully into her mouth and throat down to the base. That was one small bit of sibling rivalry she allowed herself. 

Mouse did it a few times because both she and Michael loved it, and to show off. But mostly she spent her time licking and kissing the sides and the head, letting the cock flop against her face, letting Melanie get a good look, and posing for what she imagined were great porno shots, all for Melanie. 

Doing so had allowed a large bead of pre-cum to gather at the tip of his cock head. It glistened, inviting and delicious. It was, she imagined, just like the drop she'd unexpectedly smeared the first night she had held his cock in her hands, when she'd been at first too scared and timorous to look down at it. Her tongue flicked at it greedily now, then moved all over and about his cock head, taking up as much pre-cum as she could find. He stiffened further under her hungry attack.

All the while Mouse played with herself, sometimes lifting her fingers up, glistening with her own cum, to moisten and stroke Michael's cock. Once she straightened up while he was watching her, as if putting on a show for him, not Melanie. She lowered both hands to her cunt, squeezing her tits between her arms to push them out, making them appear larger, with her erect nipples jutting forward like two miniature cocks themselves. 

She drove her fingers into her wet cunt, pushing her ass backward invitingly, then took them out to squeeze her tits in her own gleaming hands, pinching the nipples and rubbing her cum first around one, then the other, then sucking it from a single finger, all the way to the third knuckle. Once finished, she fell forward again to rapidly swallow his cock to the hilt, ramming it once into the back of her own throat, before rising to mount him.

Mouse made a show of that, too. She deftly climbed up to straddle him, balancing on the balls of her feet with her legs and cunt spread wide. But she hovered there, with her steaming pussy just above his cock, now standing straight in the air like a mountain reaching up into gathering storm clouds. 

First she lowered herself without letting him in, his shaft instead sliding along the wet crease of her slit, rubbing her clit deliciously in a long, lingering stroke. She slid quickly back the way she had come, and repeated this several time, allowing herself a loud, girlish squeal of sinful approval. She thought she saw Melanie start at the sound. Michael responded with a growl.

"Stop teasing, Mouse. I need you now," he demanded.

Another nice touch, Mouse thought. He's good at this.

Of course he is, she answered herself. That's why she does it, that's why she fucks her brother, and that's why she's making Melanie watch, so she'll know it, too. His cock felt so good against the wet lips of her cunt.

Mouse raised herself up, then very slowly lowered herself onto him, feeling every precious inch of him fill her with solid fire. She was sure that Melanie was amazed and entranced at the sight of tiny little Mouse taking such a large cock all the way inside her in one slow, long, agonizing descent. Mouse let a constant, teasing squeal stream from her mouth as she did so, letting it carry on long after he was inside her, letting it trail into the scream she felt coursing through her.

Then she rode him. Slowly, carefully, and in control, she rode him. She reached forward, beckoning him to take her hands. He instinctively raised his own to grasp hers. Their fingers interlocked in the air between them. She used his contact for balance as she raised herself up, then fell back onto him, arching her back a bit, twisting to one side or the other, moving his cock inside her however she wished. 

This part, this position, was always all about her. It let her use his cock like a toy, guiding it to whatever spots she chose, scratching any itch she felt, filling her when she needed it, and sliding outward to tug and rub her clit when she wanted. It was a constant inner battle for Mouse, the need to have it inside her, filling her, stretching her mercilessly, balanced against the desire for the friction and the tug and the rub and the pull on her clit that made her tingle and itch and burn to go faster, and eager to be filled again.

"Oh, my little sister Mouse!" Michael blurted out suddenly, thrusting up with his hips hard enough to throw her a few inches into the air. Her breasts lifted and fell deliciously, bobbing with a motion of their own. Then, after she landed, her breasts fluttered still a bit more, like a butterfly's wings after alighting on a flower.

What was he doing, Mouse thought in a distracted panic. Michael never started their incest-talk this quickly. She did. It was too soon! She'd purposely kept away from their usual dialogue of dirty, brother-sister sex teases. She couldn't afford to shock Melanie sober before she'd lured her completely into the experience.

Melanie had to be drunk. Mouse hoped the bottle left in her hands was constantly, unconsciously finding it's way to her lips, a poor substitute for the cock she was watching her sister take. If their big sister sobered up, she was going to hear his dirty pleas and tell herself it was gross. Ewwww, in her words. She'd talk herself back into the whole "incest is disgusting" frame of mind, and it would all be wasted, or even worse than before.

She had to begin playing with the idea herself, Mouse knew. When they got there, when she and Michael came together, Melanie had to be imagining herself in Mouse's place, wishing she were riding her own brother. That was something Mouse couldn't be sure of, that Melanie, left alone, half drunk, would let herself go, would forget that she was now a part of things, or that there were important, life-altering issues involved. 

Melanie would have to forget she was trying to be in control, and instead get lost in her siblings' lovemaking, and in her own voyeuristic participation in it. And most of all, she had to get lost in the idea that incest, that fucking their brother, might be disgusting, it might be wrong, but it might be fun. It might be wicked, nasty, amazing fun. 

If Melanie felt that, if she began to war with herself over that desire, then Mouse and Michael had won.

Mouse leaned forward, so she could purposely and painfully jerk threads of Michael's chest hairs one after another in a torturous march toward his neck. She slid slowly forward, dropping onto her knees, pressing her nipples into his chest, to kiss him quickly, once. A tight lipped smile pushed itself into his lips, then he opened them to say something more. Mouse lunged at the opening, ramming her tongue in and tangling his into silence. 

They kissed like that for a while, so intensely that their bodies, their mix of cock in cunt, became secondary, almost forgotten. They fucked each other with their mouths and tongues, as if teaching the cunt and the cock how it should be done.

Eventually the cock, or the cunt, regained control. Waves of sensations in her hips began to take Mouse out of herself, out of the moment, and into a dizzying, animal heat. This was where it got good. This was it.

"Oh, Michael," she squealed, pushing herself upright.

She arched her back, excited tits lancing up at the ceiling. She leaned as far back as she could, thrusting the curve of her ass backward while forcing the opening of her cunt down onto him, balancing her hands behind her on his thighs, trying to drive his cock as deeply into her as humanly possible. The lips of her cunt pressed firmly against the very base of is cock. He was as deeply inside her as she could manage. Her eyes flew wide open with the sensation, then squeezed shut. 

She relaxed her back, unable to bear the agonizing pleasure for long, letting her brother's cock out just a bit. Then she arched again, even further, thrusting the wicked points of her erect nipples out into the air above Michael, and then, when she could take no more, she relaxed again. Again. Again, again. 

Each time she felt her brother's cock pressing more deeply into her, tickling the deepest, sweetest recess of the insides of her hot cunt, a place no other man had ever reached, teasing and tormenting her in the most pleasurable way imaginable. Her body, her awareness, it all shrunk down to that one tiny spot, the spot where his cock pressed far into her, it's very tip, in the deepest, deepest part of her Mouse hole. A sudden shudder took her, the beginnings of a marvelous ending. Her eyes snapped open.

"Oh, Michael," she growled. "Sweet, fucking, brother Michael." His strong hands squeezed her thighs at the sound of his favorite words.

"Fuck your pretty incestuous whore, Michael," she pleaded, her voice a breathy, rising soprano, a little girl's voice on a woman's body. "Fuck your little incestuous sister whore. Make her take all of your thick, big brother cock. Make me take it, Michael. Make me love it," she continued, her voice getting deeper, more throaty.

"I love you, Mouse" was Michael's simple reply. Another great touch for Melanie, a small, almost forgotten corner of Mouse's mind admitted.

"You love my cunt, Michael. You love filling your sweet sister's cunt!" she scolded, tossing her head around, her hair flying, letting her body begin to fly wildly, too. She felt his cock touching her everywhere, inside her, left, right, front, in, in deep. Waves of painful delight started pulsing from her clit, shooting through her.

"Oh, Michaelbrothermichaelbrothermichael. Oh, god, you incestuous fucking brother sister fucking delicious monster brother cock..." The stream of words was like none she'd ever spouted. It wasn't purposeful, it wasn't at all for Melanie. If she'd been in control, she would have toned it way down, for Melanie. In fact, later Mouse would lie awake, thinking it was probably way over the top, and wondering where it all had come from. 

But it was how she felt tonight. Their orgasms brought ultimate honesty to their lovemaking, and this was their relationship coming out in one exploding collage of incestuous words, with an audience finally in attendance to witness it.

And suddenly, Melanie was standing there. 

She'd left her hiding spot in the kitchen, bottle in one hand, the other fingering the necklace at her breasts, or perhaps fingering her breasts around the necklace. She just stood there, behind Michael, staring at them, mouth half open, watching them fuck, close up. The surprise and confusion must have shown on Mouse's face, because Michael tipped his head back and looked, suddenly seeing her hovering almost directly over him.

"Shit!"

Mouse felt his body tense as he cried out, but she kept riding him, uninterrupted, pulling him into her with the muscles of her cunt, clenching tightly, all the while with her eyes locked on Melanie's. Michael's eyes darted back and forth between the two, confused and shocked into silence.

Mouse smiled as she closed her eyes, appearing to be lost again in their incestuous act.

"Your cock is so good, Michael. Your cock feels so good inside me. Don't stop. Fuck your little sister, Michael. Fuck me good."

Michael listened to the words, and then instinctively looked to Melanie to see her reaction.

Melanie's face was unreadable. It might have been a drunken stupor, or she could have been holding back horror. She could have been lost herself in a strange couple-plus-one incestuous passion. Mouse couldn't tell.

Melanie stood watching them for a while, as Mouse continued the show, rubbing Michael's chest, pulling his hand to her breast, making him squeeze and pinch the nipple, moaning and talking and writhing and sweating. She kept up a soft but unending staccato of dirty and incestuous words. "Fuck." "Brother." "Cock." "Sister." "Cunt." "Whore." "Cum." "Slut." 

"Incest." 

Melanie continued to watch it all in silence. Her only action, the only indication of approval she gave, was to side step over to the couch and lower herself into it, thighs and knees pressed tightly together, never taking her eyes off of them. She took another swig from the bottle, holding the liquor in her mouth without swallowing it, then unconsciously returned her hand to finger her pendant and the flesh it rested against.

"Come inside me, Michael," Mouse demanded. "Let Melanie see how you come inside me."

The shock of seeing Melanie had taken the edge off Michael. It had brought him away from the brink of orgasm, so he wasn't going to come right away. In some ways, it was amazing that he still had an erection.

"I told you to come, Michael," Mouse urged, gyrating over him in a way that she knew offered a great combination of sensation and imagery for her lover and their spectator, both.

"Come inside your sister, Michael," she ordered.

"Let Melanie see you come into your sister," she squealed. This brought him back, excited him, knowing that big sister was willingly watching him fuck little sister, and knowing that little sister wanted his seed.

"Let her see you come. Let her see you make us both come," she begged, her voice a rising soprano.

His thrusts were harder now. They had regained their energy. He was back on the edge.

"Come on, Michael," Mouse breathed. "It's time to come in me. It's time to come. It's time for your big sister to see her little sister dripping with their brother's cum."

He arched his back violently, lifting his own ass off the recliner, lifting Mouse high. He held her there, up in the air, skewered on his cock, held up with his dick deep, deep inside her, and his cum pumping violently into her in wave after pounding wave.

"Yes, Michael!" Mouse was laughing. "Yes, yes, please, yes, please."

Mouse giggled some more as Michael finally relaxed his back. She fell onto him, laughing, with the words "yes, yes, like that, just like that" fading into whispers. She stopped talking to plant a rain of feather kisses all over his chest and face.

Michael's eyes were closed, lost in the moment, lost in a mind numbing orgasm. They shot open as his brain started working again, screaming at him to consider the situation. His head rolled to the side, looking at Melanie. Mouse turned to look with him, but where he was frightened she was calm, sated and ready to take whatever was coming. She'd played her hand to the end, enjoyed the game thoroughly, and waited to see who had won.

And there Melanie sat, slouched on the couch, bottle in hand. Her eyes were half closed in a stupor. Her teeth held her lower lip in a hard, restraining bite. Neither Mouse nor Michael could tell if she was more drunk with liquor or passion, but she was breathing heavily. 

Melanie brought both hands to her face, rubbing them upward to cover her eyes and hold them shut. She drove the heels of her fists into the sockets. Then she let them slide slowly back down her face and her neck to brush the tops of her own breasts, tracing small gentle circles on the flesh just above her nipples. 

Eyes still closed, Melanie whispered something neither Mouse nor Michael could hear clearly. She continued to touch herself slowly, tenderly, lost in her own thoughts.

* * *

Mouse and Michael lay there for a while, watching, recovering. Then Mouse's eyes went wide.

"She's passed out!" Mouse hissed, sitting up. She pulled herself off of her brother with a sloppy "pop" – she loved that sound, it was one of her favorites – and walked over to her big sister.

"Mouse, what's going on?" Michael whispered from deep in his throat. He was sitting up now.

Mouse leaned in to check on Melanie. Always ready to put on a show for her brother, she kept her legs straight, so her ass and cunt thrust out and up, beckoning again to Michael. This time he was in the right place to see it. She felt his cum dripping out of her, down one leg.

"She's passed out." Mouse said in inadequate explanation. "Shit. She passed out. How much did she drink?" she asked, taking the bottle and holding it up to the light.

"If that's from my kitchen, it was nearly full," Michael offered.

"Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Help me get her upstairs, we'll have to put her to bed."

"She can't sleep here, with us!!! Dan will be worried sick. And what happens when she wakes up, sober, or worse, hung over? I don't want to be here then, I'll tell you that," Michael argued.

"Yeah, I guess," Mouse agreed. "Boy would that be awkward, if we all wake up... together. I need to talk to her alone before she see's you, or us together, again. What time is it?" Mouse asked.

"Just before two. What the hell is going on?"

"Okay, okay, it's not too late," Mouse observed, ignoring his question. "Look, help me get her into the car. I'll drive her home and let Dan take her, tell him she just fell asleep on the way home, that's all."

* * *

Dan took it better than Mouse thought. She wondered if Melanie did this often. He was grateful that Mouse was sober enough to drive. "At least one of you had some sense," he said, obviously finding it hard to believe that the sensible one had been Mouse.

"Go easy on, her, Dan. Today was a rough day. Sister talk can get kind of... intense."

Dan looked at her hard, wanting to ask but knowing he couldn't.

Mouse helped him get her into bed, both of them desperately and probably unsuccessfully trying to hide the effort from his youngest son. At least he was a teenager, and could understand, but the role model was definitely not going to sit well in this house. Mouse wasn't much help, given her size compared to Melanie's, but she couldn't just drop Melanie on the doorstep and run, much as she wanted to. 

Actually, she lingered partly because she was scared to leave. She had a lot of explaining to do to Michael. That might be the hardest part of this whole, long, exhausting day. Eventually, though, Melanie was put to bed and Mouse had to return to face the music.



Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 02



<8 Sister Talk

Things had gone better than Mouse had expected with Michael. He didn't hold her stupidity against her. He already knew about her temper, so he had never expected her to control that. And like her he seemed almost relieved that someone knew now, that it was no longer a horrible secret bottled up just between the two of them. 

There was a certain freedom in that, limited as it was. Beyond that he agreed, or at least hoped, that Mouse was right about Melanie needing to keep her silence. He wasn't quite sure of the point of the "show," as much as he ultimately enjoyed being a participant. 

He was very uncertain which way it would push Melanie. Drunken memories in sober daylight were more often draped in regret than anything else. Melanie would certainly feel guilty about her role in their love making, and Michael was pretty sure that she'd quickly turn that back on them. 

Maybe he was right.

* * *

It took all of Mouse's self control to keep from calling her sister before early afternoon. Mouse had to let the inevitable hangover subside, and give her big sister time to think. But she had to get to her before the kid came home, so she'd be free to talk.

"Hey," Mouse began tersely when Melanie picked up the phone.

"Hey," Melanie replied, after an uncomfortably long pause.

"Can I come over?"

"No. Ick. I've showered three times today, trying to wash last night away."

Shit. She needed to get her drunk again.

"Okay, look, I'll just call back later."

"Bye."

" 'kay. Bye."

* * *

Two evenings later, Michael was working very late. Being a V.P. of operations was a pain, Mouse thought. Nice house, but the price in time and stress was steep.

She took the opportunity to invite Melanie over for a drink. A little one, she promised, but they had to talk. By now, Melanie knew she couldn't refuse. She couldn't hide forever, especially if she wanted to continue to be the mature, confident big sister.

Melanie arrived promptly once again. She was wearing another satin blouse, like the one she had worn the night they went drinking, but powder blue, with a tight knee length skirt. Conservative, but it outlined her shape nicely, Mouse thought. She sat in it across the room from Mouse, on the couch, her knees primly together and angled off to the side, as a woman her height would have to do to sit politely. Mouse sat with her knees pulled to her chin, her feet on the cushions, wearing a tight skirt herself, and a tight formfitting top.

Having learned her lesson well, Mouse let her sister work through two drinks before she steered the conversation into uncharted waters. Melanie seemed perfectly content to do just that, to simply drink.

"So," was Mouse's lame start.

"So," was Melanie's equally lame deflection.

"Been thinking much?" Mouse asked.

Melanie rolled her eyes, "No, not at all, jeeze. Yes." She ducked to take another sip of her drink.

"Thoughts?"

Melanie stared at the wall. She put her drink down on the coffee table.

If only she knew what we've done there, Mouse thought, watching Melanie settle the glass while compulsively straightening the coaster beneath it.

"Look, the bottom line is you were right," Melanie blurted out. "I can't do anything. I'm not sure if I want to, but it doesn't matter. I'm powerless. You win."

Winning didn't make Mouse happy. Well, it did, it was the goal after all, but she wanted something more, now. She wanted acceptance and support.

"I'm not the prude you think I am, you know," Melanie continued unexpectedly.

"Oh? How so?"

"I've had my... experiences. I went to college, lived on my own in the city. I was hot enough in my day. Some guys get really turned on by a tall, athletic woman."

"I've always thought you were hot," Mouse said honestly, but with feigned disinterest. "Still do." This last was said, with extreme cowardice, into her own drink.

"Thanks," Melanie mumbled, smiling tightlipped into her own drink as well. "Anyway. In college, I did two guys at once one time, after a party. I even did a girl once."

"No." Mouse was truly shocked. The lesbian desires were clear, the other night, but Mouse never dreamed she'd ever allowed herself to indulge them. She looked at Melanie in a new light.

"Yes," Melanie said. Her eyes were sparkling with a mischievous pride as she looked at Mouse over the lip of her glass, taking another long pull on her drink, clearly enjoying the role of being the naughty one.

Good, Mouse thought. Loosening up again. She liked where this was going.

"You slut!" Mouse said. "A lesbo and a DP, both! And a voyeur, watching live sex! That's three wild sex acts. They should put you away."

They both laughed, Melanie much more nervously than Mouse. It still wasn't easy to discuss, even after what they'd shared. Especially after what they'd shared.

"I have to admit, Mona, you were good. Very good. You should do porno flicks." Her eyes went wide as she realized that Mouse would be just the one to act on the suggestion. "No! I was kidding, no porn princesses in the family, please!"

More laughs. "So I was good?" Mouse asked, trying to sound insecure, but knowing damn well what the answer was.

"Yes, very good. I'd like to try some of what you did, if I can figure out how." Mel was getting uncomfortable again, staring off at the walls.

"So, lesbo, DP and voyeur."

"What's DP?" Melanie asked, a bit embarrassed at being the older sister yet not knowing as much as Mouse.

"Double penetration. You really didn't know that? You need to rent some porno, yourself."

"DP. I like that."

"You did?" Mouse asked, intentionally misunderstanding her. It was her turn for her eyes to twinkle from behind her drink.

Melanie smiled.

"What kind?" Mouse asked.

"Kind?" Melanie echoed, confused.

"What kind. What kind of DP. Mouth and pussy or ass and pussy?" Mouse was half-expecting an answer of "Ewwwww".

"Both." Another sip, and yet another devilish look from behind the glass.

"Wow, super slut! Lesbo, double DP, taking it everywhere, and a voyeur."

"Not just any voyeur," she interjected, seemingly finding her composure now. She set her nearly empty glass back on the coffee table. "I watched my little sister fuck her brother."

Mouse grinned at her across the room.

"And you liked it! Admit it!"

Melanie paused. "It was... hot, yes." She squirmed a bit in her seat. "I can't believe I just said that."

The conversation was getting to her, Mouse thought.

"After you left I nearly raped Dan," Melanie offered, again surprising Mouse. "I woke up just enough to ride him like the wildest slut he's ever had."

"No." Mouse was shocked again. It was Melanie's turn to grin.

"Mmmm, hmmmm," she hummed proudly into her glass as she drained the last sip.

"And did you do it?" Mouse asked innocently, in her best little girl voice.

Melanie narrowed her eyes at her, not understanding.

"Do what?"

"Imagine he was Michael."

Melanie almost choked.

"No!" she protested.

"Liar," Mouse said, fishing. "Come on, it would be easy. Didn't you ever notice how much Dan looks like Michael?"

Melanie's gaze turned to the wall and faded out of focus.

"Oh, my god. You are lying. You did! You thought about Michael! Oh. My. God." She loved doing that to Melanie, now. Over-punctuating was fun!

Now it was Melanie's turn to feel like a caged animal, to look around the room for an escape.

"You fucked your brother, Melanie."

"No I didn't, not for real!" she shot back, glaring.

"Close enough. One night you saw your brother's cock, and an hour later you imagined yourself riding it!"

Melanie glared at her, but she knew she was in too weak a position to fight the accusation.

"And I'll bet its not the first time," Mouse said, her eyes disappearing into the bottom of her glass as she drained it, too. She didn't need to see Melanie's reaction to that. She knew.

Another blank, unfocused stare told her she'd hit home again. She smiled evilly at the control it gave her over Melanie. Melanie wanted Michael, maybe always had, just like her.

A sudden realization struck her before long, draining the smile seemingly out of her face and back into the glass. She set it down. In a few days, she was heading home, leaving Melanie here with Michael. She'd broken the ice for them, given them an easy path to an incestuous affair that could effortlessly supplant her own. That would kill her.

Melanie somehow read Mouse's thoughts through her change in expression, and answered the unspoken question.

"I wouldn't."

Mouse looked up at her, and their eyes locked.

"I wouldn't. I never would."

"Are you sure?" Mouse asked timidly, hopefully.

"Look, first of all, I don't think I'd be much of an experience after you. I saw you work, and you've got nothing to fear from me."

Mouse accepted the compliment with a small, uneasy smile.

"Second, I'm happily married. Dan and I have a good sex life. Not like that, jeeze, but good enough. Yes, it's a great fantasy, but I have no need to complicate my life like that. Or his. Or yours. I can hardly go from assaulting you for your inane judgement to doing the same, only worse."

That sold Mouse more. She felt more at ease and showed it in her body language, opening up and taking her feet off of the chair to rest them on the coffee table.

"And last, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but yes, you were right. He is happier, and as insanely wild as you are, I have noticed a change in you, too. I don't know how permanent it is, and I'm scared to death of how you guys will screw this up, but you're in it too deep now. 

"At least, now that I know, I can help. I can try to temper you two," Melanie finished.

Surprise, surprise, Mouse thought, Melanie wants to be in control. Oh, well. This could easily work out for the best. Now she had someone to talk to, and they both had a co-conspirator to cover for them instead of working against them.

Mouse got up to pick up both of their glasses. The conversation took a brief intermission while she clattered around in the kitchen, refilling the drinks.

* * *

When Mouse returned, she handed Melanie her fresh drink and sat down beside her, pulling her legs again up onto the cushions, while turning sideways to lean on one arm and look closely at her older sister. She felt a slight buzz, the beginnings of that warm, foggy feeling that alcohol gave her. She wondered if, hoped that, Melanie felt it, too.

"Okay, where were we?" Mouse started again.

"You were fucking your brother, frequently, and I was actually going to help you."

"Ewwwww," Mouse teased, earning a shove from Melanie. Her big sister's touch lingered pleasantly for a moment, before returning her hand to her side.

"I can't believe you're so two faced," Mouse needled. "And a slut. Lesbo, double DP, voyeur, incest voyeur, incest fantasies, et cetera, et cetera. Where will it end?"

"My list will never match yours, I'm sure."

"Touché." Mouse conceded. "Okay, tell me about the DP. No! Wait. Tell me about the girl. Who was the girl?"

Melanie hesitated, then inhaled and went for broke. 

"It wasn't in college, at least. That would have been too cliche. It was my first real job, after graduating. She was a petite, little blonde, about your height. We were both new at the company." Melanie paused.

"Go on," Mouse prompted, thinking about the petite-like-you part.

"This is harder than I thought," Melanie said hesitantly.

"You watched me fuck our brother, Melanie. Loosen up, come on, unlike you I want details. The more the better."

Melanie smiled. "Well, we went out after work and got drunk, and started to make fun of the guys in the bar, a lot like you did the other night."

Ah ha, Mouse thought, a very lucky shot.

"We got a bit touchy feely, no big deal, I didn't think much of it, just typical girl stuff. When we went home she acted nervous and asked me to escort her up to her apartment. I thought it was a bit weird, a bit guy-on-a-date-ish, especially since it made me the guy. But that was silly. We were two girls out for happy hour after work, and she was so cute and petite, not butch at all. 

"She always had her hair and makeup done perfectly, and she usually wore really tight clothes that screamed 'come fuck me'. She was constantly pushing her tits and ass out at the guys in the office, trying to get a reaction. I thought she was a real slut, always trying to get laid. I was so naive, I had no idea."

"Sounds like she was a slut trying to get laid," Mouse pointed out. "She just wasn't as limited as you in her selection of partners."

"Obviously not," Melanie agreed. "So, up we went, and she asked me in. She didn't turn on the light right away. No big deal. She asked me to sit down, so I did and didn't think twice. The next thing I knew, she dropped in my lap, making a joke about one of the guys in the bar, one we both thought was cute. 

"I thought the lap thing a bit weird, but we were two young, drunk girls giggling all night. Then she just kissed me."

"Just like that?" Mouse asked. "No foreplay, no warning? No flowers, no dinner, no small talk?"

"No." Melanie smiled at the memory. "No, just one of those sudden, long, awkward eye to eye looks, and then her lips were all over me."

"Sweet," was Mouse's only observation. "And then?"

"I was shocked at what a good kisser she was. Shocked at that and at myself, for thinking it. It didn't take long for me to kiss her back. And that opened the flood gates. She had her hands in my blouse in a blink, just like a guy. But she knew what it felt like, so she did it right. No eager grab-and-squeeze shit."

Melanie stopped to sip her drink. She leaned forward to set it down. When she eased back, Mouse noticed they were a bit closer to each other than they had been.

"She had a soft, warm touch, and she spent a lot of time on my nipples, with easy, light caresses. It was... nice." Melanie continued.

It was Mouse's turn to squirm a bit, feeling a warmth spreading between her legs. She repositioned herself once, carefully ending up closer still to her big sister. Melanie was looking forward, afraid to make eye contact while she recounted the story. Mouse, less inhibited and now virtually on top of her, studied her face intently as she talked.

"I was nervous as hell, more nervous than the first time I was with a guy. I can still remember my shock when her hand moved down to my skirt and started to push up the inside of my leg. I swear I must have frozen solid, but she didn't slow down at all. It seemed like she had her fingers inside me in no time. Not right away, she rubbed and played outside my panties at first, but she made her way in soon enough. And I was actually embarrassed at how wet I was when she entered me."

Melanie laughed, casting a quick glance at Mouse. Suddenly she appeared to realize how close Mouse was, and how intently Mouse was looking at her. She reached forward to take another sip, composing herself, and sat back. But, Mouse noticed happily, she was still just as close as she had been, close enough to easily be kissed, if Mouse wanted. Mouse watched Melanie's hand reach up to fiddle with the pendant on the necklace above her cleavage. Mouse knew she'd seen that often before, and now she knew what it meant.

"Imagine that. A lesbian was pushing her fingers inside me, and I was embarrassed because I was so wet that she might think I was a lesbian, too.

"Anyway," Melanie continued, "she was good, first with her hands, then she hitched her own skirt up, straddled my leg and rubbed herself on my thigh, riding me like you rode Michael last night." Melanie glanced again at Mouse, then glanced away, and now they both looked at different walls with unfocused eyes and embarrassed expressions. 

"She drenched my leg pretty quickly, rubbing her pussy against it. I was too afraid to touch her, keeping my hands at my sides like a frightened teenage girl, but I didn't have to do anything. She did it all. She kept her fingers in me, moving them in and out and rubbing herself against my leg, all in a single, fucking rhythm. 

"She pushed her little tit into my mouth, and I sucked on it, awkwardly I'm sure, but she started to scream, and I started to scream, and I grabbed her ass and after what seemed like an eternity the two of us clawed at each other in a wild dual orgasm.

"Once we were done, she held me for a while, sitting in my lap with her head on my breasts, teasing them a bit with one finger tip. Then I panicked. I bolted up and virtually ran out the door. We never even talked after that. She quit a few weeks later for another job.

"The end."

Mouse asked her next question softly, but not meekly. "So that was it? You never had a woman lick your pussy?"

"What?" Melanie asked, startled, turning slightly to look at her, then turning away again in panic. "No, I mean, I would have, I've thought about it, but it didn't happen."

"You should try it," Mouse suggested.

"Yes, yes, I'm sure the family porno princess here has," Melanie teased.

"Ever thought about licking pussy yourself?" Mouse probed, inching a bit closer to Melanie's ear.

"A bit, not much," she answered, turning boldly to face Mouse, this time not turning away.

Mouse studied her cheeks and nose and lips up close, careful to avoid looking into her eyes. She could feel Melanie doing the same, studying her own face, but Melanie kept looking at Mouse's eyes. Melanie couldn't stop looking at Mouse's eyes. Mouse leaned closer still.

"I should go." Melanie was suddenly cool, looking away.

"You don't have to," Mouse told her through half closed eyelids.

"I should."

"Should what?"

Melanie hesitated.

"I want you to stay," Mouse breathed at her.

Melanie didn't respond to that, either. She didn't move. Mouse leaned forward to kiss her cheek, letting the warmth of her lips linger there for a moment. Melanie turned and looked into her eyes, which Mouse quickly closed. They both leaned into each other. At the end Mouse forced their lips together, offering a slow, simple, warm kiss. She opened her own eyes to find Melanie's now calmly shut.

Mouse waited patiently for her sister to open them again, so she could look into her sister's eyes before closing her own once more, and entering into a more active, more sexual kiss. She took her Melanie's upper lip between her teeth, then released it and flicked her tongue across both lips. Melanie's mouth parted instantly, just a bit, inviting her in, hoping she would come in.

Mouse took the bait carefully, shyly, moving her tongue partially in while pressing their lips firmly together. She leaned forward hard, pressing her body against her sister, pressing her sister back into the couch. In a moment, she had straddled Melanie's thigh, just like the petite blonde from the past. Mouse brought one hand up to her sister's nipple, all the while maintaining the lock on her big sister's lips.

The kiss was slow and loving. They explored each other's mouths unhurriedly, completely, lingering where ever they touched. Their lips touched first here, then there, then moved back. Mouse explored Melanie's lower lip. Big Sister did the same to Little Sister's upper lip. Mouse felt both of Melanie's lips on her one, then Melanie's tongue flicking gently against her between them. 

When they'd had enough, they shifted, and Mouse discovered the shape and feel of Melanie's upper lip. Mouse was shocked at how much her sister kissed like Michael. She could almost feel him in her lips. Only the soft pressure of Melanie's breasts on hers kept her aware that she was kissing her big sister, not her big brother.

Melanie recovered enough to push her sister back, to push their lips apart. Her eyes were still closed, but she held Mona away from her.




Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 02



"We have to stop."

"You said that about Michael and I, too," Mouse whispered.

Melanie's eyes snapped open to stare at her, quickly cooling off. "You don't have to do everything you want to do, Mona. I'm starting to worry about you. I'm having second thoughts about you and Michael, too, if you're coming onto me this quickly. At all," she added quickly, realizing what she was saying.

Mona hesitated. "Sis, please. This isn't like Michael, but it's something I've wanted for a long time, and it's obviously something you want, too. Just let go."

It was Melanie's turn to hesitate. She looked at Mouse for a long time before taking a deep breath and closing her eyes. She leaned back and stayed there, eyes closed, as Mouse left her to her thoughts. After a brief while, Mouse feathered her neck with soft, warm, kisses, just a few, then eased back to give her room to think.

Melanie slowly relaxed her pressure against Mouse. She was no longer pushing her away, but she left her hands extended. She opened her eyes, then let her hand and gaze drift down to Mouse's erect nipple. She touched it gently, then looked back up, in control of herself. 

"Okay, alright, Mouse. You want to fuck, we'll fuck. You want to add lesbian-incest to both of our lists, let's go for it."

Good old Melanie, Mouse thought to herself. Back in control again.

Her big sister put one hand behind Mouse's head to pull their lips together again. This time Melanie was clearly the aggressor. Her tongue drove deeply into Mouse's mouth, hunting, a predator with a savage blood lust, fucking her mouth. Melanie broke the kiss abruptly.

"But I'm in charge, now. I set the pace, this time."

With that she pushed Mouse off of her leg, onto the couch and slid over to hover on both hands and one knee, just above her.

Mouse had always been in control in her lesbian encounters. It was always a game that she played with them. The unexpected role reversal was exciting, especially in the arms of a strong, sensual woman like Melanie, her older, big sister, the woman that had always told her what to do.

Melanie copied her own first lesbian lover. Keeping her eyes locked on Mouse's, she reached down with one hand to brush the inside of Mouse's knee. One finger traced a long, slow path up Mona's leg. Mouse quickly cooperated by lifting her ass from the couch and hiking her skirt up, opening an easy path for Melanie. 

Melanie's caress continued uninterrupted, up her inner thigh, then directly up the middle of her cunt, just outside her panties, pressing gently to feel the fluffy pillow of Mona's pubic hairs pushing back. She traced a line up and down the middle, several times, slowly working Mouse's panties into her wet slit. With each pass, the panties worked deeper in, getting wetter and hotter. 

All the while, Mona lay beneath her, yielding, staring over her shoulder at the ceiling, her mind off on its own in a world of pleasure and anticipation.

Her loneliness was broken by another hungry kiss from her sister, during which Melanie seemed to forget about her hand and her sister's pussy. Mona didn't let that last long, thrusting her hips up, driving her cunt against Melanie's knuckles, gyrating as a signal that she needed her lover's fingers inside her panties, inside her cunt. 

Melanie obliged quickly, slipping first one finger beneath the waistband to brush Mouse's bare flesh and pubic hair, then roughly pushing the her whole hand into the wet garment. She hurriedly inserted two fingers as deeply as she could into her sister. Mouse was shocked and thrilled by the sudden change in tempo, and squealed in response.

"I love that sound," Melanie whispered into her ear. "Do it again," she said, then pulled her fingers out, only to thrust them back in. 

Mouse squealed obediently, wriggling around, trying to get Melanie's fingers to explore her more widely. Melanie did so for a while, then broke the contact abruptly to hurriedly pull Mouse's panties off. She held them to her nose momentarily, staring over them at Mouse, before putting them on the coffee table. "I'm taking those with me," she explained, then lowered her eyes to study Mouse's form, now bare below the waist.

Mouse was shocked at Melanie's words and tone, at the seeming change in her own nature. This went deeper than Mouse had expected. This was obviously something that went back much further than just this visit, than just these last few days.

Melanie's fingers started again at the inside of Mouse's knee, tracing a slow path once more up her leg to the edge of her now exposed pussy. The back of Melanie's middle finger brushed Mouse's clit two, three times, then Melanie surprised her again, lowering her face slowly, hesitatingly down to the same spot. Mouse moved her hands to rest on Melanie's head, rustling her hair, as Melanie's tongue reached out to flick her clit more dexterously than any finger could.

Mouse felt the warmth of her sister's breath on her cunt lips, as her tongue raced frantically over her clit. Mona lifted one knee to her chest to open herself more easily to her sister. Suddenly a finger was moving inside her, penetrating her, while her sister's tongue circled her clit repeatedly. Mouse gave Melanie the squeal she loved and deserved, adding some of her own favorite talk.

"That's it, big sister. Make little sister want you. Make my cunt all hot and wet for you to eat."

The effect of this on Melanie was unexpected and electrifying. Melanie went wild, completely dropping her earlier shy, tentative approach to become an unstoppable lover. Mouse's jaw dropped, her mouth stretching in tight contortions, as Melanie nibbled and bit her clitoris, or drove two and three fingers at a time into Mouse, while grabbing the folds of skin beside her cunt firmly in her lips and pulling them back, as if trying to peal Mouse open like a fruit. 

Occasionally Melanie's tongue would force it's way into Mouse's hole, then wriggle about frantically, searching hopelessly for a way to get deeper in. Finally it would surrender and leave her, and instead lick and poke its way up the outside of her cunt lips, back to her swollen clitoris, where Melanie's entire mouth would join in a heart wrenching combination of kiss, suck, tickle, and bite.

"Your clit is so big, Mona," Melanie said breathlessly. Her own voice was deeper now, huskier, reverberating with lust. "It's almost as big as Michael's cock. It's almost as big as mine."

Mouse looked down at Melanie when she said this. Her sister's face was framed between her own thighs, and the area around her face was slick with Mouse's cum. Her lipstick was smeared from her riotous efforts. Her mouth was stretched in a leering grin. They made eye contact, then Melanie's tongue snapped out like a whip, cracking against Mouse's clitoris once before Melanie descended on it again, smothering it with her mouth and sucking in hard, still always tickling the tip with that magnificent tongue.

Mouse let out a long chorus of wails. She bucked and thrust her hips, sometimes up into Melanie's eager maw, other times pulling away, trying to escape a sensation the bordered on delicious, ecstatic agony. Her hands helped, grabbing Melanie's hair and pulling her hard, or bracing themselves against Melanie's forehead and trying uselessly to push her away.

Melanie broke her wet embrace for a moment to speak. 

"You're a little whore, Mona. You're such a fucking whore. You'd fuck anyone and anything." 

She waited then, looking at Mona with eyebrows slightly raised, her face painted with a taunting glare, betrayed by a laughing sparkle in her eyes.

"No, Melanie," Mouse pleaded. "No, only you and Michael."

"Whore," Melanie repeated angrily, but returned to chewing Mouse's clit with a renewed hunger.

"No, no, Melanie. Only you, only you and Michael. My cunt is only for you."

Melanie slipped away, briefly, again, just long enough to whisper to Mouse.

"Whore."

"No!" Mouse protested. "No, please..."

"Incestuous whore," Melanie growled this time, louder and more harshly.

Mouse listened to the words and instinctively smiled, grinning with self-satisfaction.

"Yes," she said through a long breath. "Yes, yes, I'm an incestuous whore. My cunt is for you and Michael, no one else, for my brother and sister."

Then Mouse's world was exploding. A tumult of words and images and thoughts raced through her brain, faster than she could comprehend. They all spun in and away. She was unable to latch onto any of them. The pleasure coursed through her so that her body tightened and twisted and contorted. 

Her thighs clamped hard on Melanie's head. Her calves wrapped around her sister's back, holding her, pulling her, almost trying to drive the orgasm back into her, back into the mouth that had given it to her.

Mouse had no idea how long it lasted. She had no concept of time. After it passed, Melanie continued to lick her, while Mouse jerked with each gentle touch, her clitoris now primed, hanging at the precipice beyond orgasm, begging to be left untouched, unmolested.

Mouse's eyes opened. She could half see the ceiling and the bright lights, at the edge of awareness. Her eyes focused and unfocused. She let out a soft, satisfied purr, partly for Melanie, partly for herself. Melanie had stood up. She was now towering over Mouse, already partly through undressing. 

Melanie's panties fell to the ground, joining her skirt. Mouse focused her attention on her sister's hands, the delicious hands that had worked so well inside of her. They were one by one undoing the buttons of her blouse, working from bottom to top. 

Once the blouse was open, Melanie pushed her shoulders back to let it float to the floor. She reached back to smoothly unclasp her bra, then rolled her shoulders forward, together, letting the bra fall free, at the same time pressing her magnificent breasts together. 

A corner of Mouse's mind recognized the move, one she'd used so often on Michael. It pushed a woman's tits out, making them larger, offering them like an irresistible treat. It didn't have the same effect on her, she was sure. She admired her sister's breasts with a touch of envy, full and large with round, pale nipples. It didn't overwhelm her with a desire to touch them, but she knew it was what Melanie wanted.

Mouse did as she wanted men to do to her. She shot up onto her knees on the couch. Keeping her eyes locked on Melanie's, she opened her mouth wide to devour first one nipple, then the other, sucking, licking, twirling, moving back and forth between her breasts. Her hands came up to gently cup them, at first, then squeeze them together, more and more firmly. 

The meat of them was so full in her hands, so soft. Mouse was amazed at how hard she could squeeze without hurting Melanie. The same touch on her own tits would have made her slap her lover and send him, or her, packing.

"God, you've got magnificent tits," Mouse giggled, then grinned, letting Melanie view her own hard nipple held gently between her little sister's teeth. Without releasing it, Mouse looked up at Melanie's face. Her tongue flicked against the nipple's tip while her teeth, still holding it , clamped down just a bit harder. She was rewarded by a sharp, long intake of breath, followed by a longer moan that came from deep inside Melanie's chest.

"Oh, Mouse," Melanie whimpered huskily, before falling down herself onto her back on the couch. She moved one leg behind Mouse, letting it fall lazily across the backs of her little sister's calves. The other she raised in the air, using the back of her own calf to caress her petite partner, to trace the undulating path from thigh to buttocks to the small of her back and finally the side of her small breasts, and then back down again to rest by her knees.

Mouse lifted one leg and moved it onto the couch beside Melanie, so each sister straddled the other. She took Melanie's bent knee in her hand, and moved it so she could guide their pussies together.

"I'm going to lick you, eventually, big sister. Little Mouse is going to do to you what you did to her. But first I want to fuck you like this."

And with that, Mouse began to slowly drum a beat with her hips, one that Melanie quickly matched. She never let their cunts separate. They were always in contact, burning and dripping against each other. There was a slight friction to their motion, but mostly pressure. Mouse could feel Melanie's clit near her own. It was huge. It was amazingly larger than her own. 

Mouse deftly maneuvered their clits together, eyes closed, lost in the feel of miniature female cock rubbing side by side against miniature female cock. She heard the soft smack and slop of their wet cunt lips touching and parting and sliding. Then Mouse moved her cunt up a bit, letting its warm, wet interior devour Melanie's female penis. She pushed down hard with her hips, almost feeling the small nub of Melanie's clitoris touching, rubbing her cunt walls just inside the lips.

Melanie moaned loudly at this, so Mouse kept it up. She kept her cunt there. She kept the wet, hot contact slipping and rubbing and pressing and fucking Melanie's clitoris. It wasn't long before Melanie's moans turned into a cacophony of squeals and screams and groans. Unlike Mouse, Melanie could not keep her comprehension. She couldn't form her feelings into coherent words. 

Mouse knew that Melanie was thinking all the things that Mouse always said, but Melanie's tongue and mouth and throat clenched and froze so that nothing but animal grunts could come out.

"That's it, Big Sister," Mouse supplied for her, translating her own orgasmic thoughts into words. "Fuck Little Sister's hot cunt with your big sister clit, with your big sister cock. Come for Little Sister, and make her come with you."

The words send Melanie into a frenzy. If she'd bucked and tossed like Mouse, her strength would have thrown her tiny little sister to the floor. Instead, Melanie reacted by trembling, vibrating violently, so that her moans took up the vibration, too. The sounds shuddered out of throat in a constant staccato of animal squeals.

Mouse didn't come with her, sadly. Her first orgasm had been too strong, too complete, brought on by her sister's hungry mouth. She happily watched Melanie this time, though, watching her lovely breasts shaking uncontrollably with her shudders and thrusts. 

Mouse focused on feeling every brush and push of their combined cunts. Her mind drifted to the feel of Melanie's legs in her forgotten arms and hands. She stroked them now, caressed them with delicate fingers, tracing lines up and down the length of her long thighs and calves.

Melanie finished in a slowly fading moan, as in fits and starts her body relaxed and was still. Her eyes were shut, lost in a world of her own. Her arms were bent up, her hands lifeless beside her head. Her breathing was quick and shallow.

Mouse watched with satisfaction as her big sister's eyes shot open, then slowly brought her own face into focus. Mouse fell on her then, and their mouths quickly found each other to join and hunt together in a wet, famished search for warmth, extending the depth of their connection to each other.

They kissed this way for a long, long time, two loving women, sisters, naked flesh on flesh in a warm, complete embrace, legs entwined, arms and hands entwined, lips and tongues entwined. At length, Mouse released the kiss to nuzzle Melanie's neck, while Melanie laughed out loud.

"Oh. My. God," Melanie intoned. Mouse grinned, realizing this was the first time she had ever enjoyed hearing that stuttered presentation, and she wanted to hear it again.

"Ohmygod. Oh, my God, Mouse, that was amazing. Amazing," Melanie breathed expressively. "Is there anything you can't do with that little whore body of yours?"

"That's little incestuous whore body, if you don't mind."

Melanie tensed a bit at the reminder, then relaxed as she stroked her sisters back.

"Okay, you're the expert," she purred into Mouse's ear, giving it first a quick flick of her tongue, then grabbing and holding the lobe in her lips. She released it to add, "You're the family porno queen."

"Incestuous porno queen," Mouse corrected, then dragged her tongue along Melanie's neck.

"Okay, okay, incestuous expert little sister incestuous whore incestuous porno queen! Sheesh!" she laughed.

Melanie clenched her eyes closed.

"What am I doing?" she virtually howled. Mouse glanced over apprehensively too see that she was still grinning. "What the hell am I doing? I'm fantasizing about my brother, I'm fucking my sister, I'm watching my brother fuck my sister... and I'm having the most amazing sex I've ever had in my life and I can't stop!"

Mouse giggled in her ear in response, then kissed her repeatedly on the cheek. She continued all about her face, her forehead, nose, chin, eyes, everywhere but her lips, bathing her in a soft, warm rain of kisses.

Melanie pushed her away for a moment and looked her square in the eye.

"You have to teach me how to suck cock, Mouse," she demanded.

Mouse tipped her head inquiringly to the side. "I could to that," she said. "You have natural talent," she complimented, rolling her eyes and smiling contentedly.

"I want to be able to do that to Dan."

"While pretending he's your brother?" Mouse asked with mock innocence.

Melanie glared at her, then closed her eyes, smiling.

"Yes, sometimes."

* * *

As Melanie dressed, Mouse lay still on the couch, seemingly half asleep.

"What are you going to tell Michael?" Melanie asked. Her matronly tone of authority had returned. Mouse recognized it as more of a command than a question. What she was really saying was "You are going to tell Michael."

Mouse let a small smile play across her lips, imagining Melanie's face through the darkness of her closed eyelids.

"It was his idea," she said with a soft rumble. She waited a moment before opening one eye to actually see Melanie's face. "It's no coincidence he's working late tonight."

Melanie dropped a shoe on Mouse's stomach. She jerked up in mock pain, as if she'd been shot, then sat completely up, holding her knees together primly, hands folded on her lap, as Melanie often did and in obvious mockery of her. The only glaring difference was Mouse's state of undress. 

Melanie bent down to offer a kiss, which was readily accepted. It was slow and tender, not sisterly, but not overly passionate. When it ended, Melanie stood up straight, while Mona rose with her, standing as if trying to maintain the contact, as if pulled up by a string, like a marionette with her big sister as the puppeteer. 

They stood there, toe to toe, Melanie towering over petite little Mona, little sister looking up into big sister's eyes. Mouse's upturned chin almost rested within Melanie's generous cleavage, while beneath that bust Mouse's own small tits jutted forward, childlike in comparison. Mouse's face held an intensity that revealed a passion unexpectedly rising again in her blood.

"That was fun. A lot of fun, but we're not doing it again," Melanie stated flatly.

Mouse adopted her favorite phony pout. 

"Please?" she begged in her best little girl voice.

"No."

"I never got to go down on you. Please?" Mouse whined.

"No. Final. Not happening. If you and Michael want my help, and my silence, then the first thing you have to do is to tone it down, tone everything down. I can already feel this spiraling out of control, and I don't want to watch, let alone help."

"Okay, Mel. I understand," Mouse said in resignation. "I actually feel the same way." Mouse was serious, now, dropping her little girl slut voice and adopting her normal tone. "You were great, and that was special, but that was a 'one off' as we say in the fashion industry. Something special created, taken out and worn once, but never mass produced."




Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 02



"That's a rather cold analogy," Melanie commented. "Very 'Melanie'."

"Sorry," Mouse apologized. "It was good, you were good, great, and I promise it will happen again, whether you like it or not," she said into Melanie's firm stare, "but not soon. You're right, Michael and I have to do some work on us, on where we're going, and how to get there."

Melanie bent down to kiss her again, lingering a bit longer than the previous kiss. She let her tongue slip into Mouse's mouth, just a bit, just enough to find and touch the tip of Mouse's own, very quickly, before retreating. Mouse felt a distinct tingle shoot through her. 

It would happen again, she promised herself. At the end, Melanie gave Mouse two more quick pecks on the lips, then one on her forehead. She went to the door and out, with Mouse watching her back and her swaying, shifting, inviting hips. 

"Good night, Mouse."

* * *

Mouse waited for several minutes after Melanie had left before calling out. 

"She's gone, Michael, come on down."

Michael appeared promptly at the top of the stairs, from where he'd been listening and watching the whole time. He was naked and erect, having carefully followed instructions not to touch himself during the show. In his hand he held a video camera.

"I can't believe I just watched that, let alone recorded it."

"You can't believe you had the nerve to do it, or that you actually got to do it?" Mouse asked.

"Both. Mostly having the nerve. I felt like I was intruding, spying. Like a complete shit."

"Let me make it up to you, dear brother. Melanie left one itch that still needs scratching," Mouse demanded, returning to her sexy little girl tone of voice.

As he walked down the stairs, Mouse eased back onto the couch, lifting one leg onto its back, spreading herself wide, ready to relieve his tension.

* * *

"Okay, give me the disk," Mouse said, soon after they were through, as Michael lay back, spent and sweating.

"I haven't made a copy for myself."

"And you're not going to. This is just insurance, it's not for entertainment, and I intend to destroy it as soon as I know the Melanie's not going to have a change of heart. I'm sure she won't, but I just feel like I've got to cover everything."

"Just insurance?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to watch it?"

"Maybe. Once." Mouse looked at him.

"Oh, hell, alright, let's watch it once," she conceded. "Just this once, then never again. I want to see if I really look like a porn star," she said, laughing.



Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 03





Melanie waited anxiously for Mouse to arrive.

Anxious wasn't the right word. Eager wasn't right, either, but there was some sense of anticipation. This was something she wanted very much to do, but also something she wanted to have over and done. She wanted to get through this as quickly as possible, preferably without her tramp of a little sister talking her into any more craziness.

She'd made her mind up about that, at least. She wasn't going to touch a drop of alcohol, and she wasn't going to entertain any of Mouse's crazy ideas for even a moment. Obviously, Melanie admitted to herself, she had a lot of pent up frustration, and a lot of hidden desires she had less control over than she thought. The best way to regain control was to cut it off early, before the temptations could grow.

Mona had one purpose here, and one only. To teach her big sister Melanie how to suck cock like a champion. Which, Melanie had to admit, Mona appeared to be. A world cock sucking champion. The girl was good with her mouth at a lot of things.

Melanie heard a car door close, a muffled noise that startled her none the less. She'd left the front door open, so that Mouse could let herself in. She had nothing to do but sit, and wait, and fret.

"In here," Melanie yelled from the kitchen, trying to sound more cheerful and less tense than she felt.

Mouse flew into the room like a breeze, carrying a shopping bag. Energy always followed Mouse into a room like a pack of wolves following the alpha male.

"Sorry I'm late," she apologized needlessly. "I stopped by the grocery store for some important props."

She emptied a wide selection of cucumbers from the bag onto the table. They came in varying sizes and shapes, along with one large, orange cucumber shaped gourd, with hard, bumpy warts all over it. Melanie eyed the collection, and in particular the gourd, warily. Several of them were way too big to even consider. They looked like they'd hurt, no matter where you put them. They certainly weren't meant to be swallowed without being cut up and chewed, first. 

Mouse was smiling at her politely, as if it were possible to smile politely about an upcoming cock sucking lesson. She was just a work of art, Melanie thought.

She couldn't wait to one up her, though. This was going to be fun. Without getting up, without breaking eye contact, Melanie reached under the table to lift up a shopping bag of her own, one of the heavy duty kind from an expensive clothing store, with a cord handle and large black and white photos of half naked, well toned models on the sides for decoration. 

It was a very chic, almost wicked place to keep her collection. She placed it on the table in front of her.

"What's that?" Mouse asked, confounded and openly curious.

Melanie tipped it over, spilling some, but not all, of the contents. Mona gawked at the wide array of dildos displayed before her. She looked wide eyed from the toys on the table, to Melanie, and back again.

"Don't tell me these are yours," Mouse said incredulously.

"They better not be Jenn's," Melanie joked, allowing herself a wry smile. "Well, actually maybe I'd rather she used these than the real thing, until she's older."

They both laughed.

When Melanie showed no sign of explaining without a question, Mouse asked it.

"Why?"

Melanie wanted to tell her. She was glad she'd asked. She wanted to talk about it to someone, and Mona seemed perfect. But it was still hard.

"Dan, um, usually finishes before I do. A counselor suggested it. This way he can make sure we continue until I'm satisfied, too. Although, to be honest, as often as not I continue by myself, while he either watches or falls asleep. Which is fine with me, anyway, because he's a bit clumsy, if you get my drift. It's much more pleasurable when I do it."

"When you're in control, you mean," Mona observed dryly.

"And these?" Mouse asked, lifting one pair of silver handcuffs from amidst the pile of colored plastic.

Melanie grinned.

"Oh. How did those get it in there? They belong in the other bag." Melanie kept her tone playful, not even pretending that it was really an accident. She had needed to one up Mouse again, to hint to her that there was a side to Melanie that Mouse still hadn't seen.

Mouse raised a silent, inquiring eyebrow.

"Well, Dan and I have enjoyed things like those since before we were married. Not much lately, though."

"Hm. I don't have to guess who wears them, and who's in control."

Melanie glared at her, before dropping her gaze and issuing a sigh of surrender.

"Yes, I suppose you're right. But he is rather hopeless with these," Melanie said, picking up an otherwise smooth, hot pink plastic affair with spiraling rings of small bumps around it. 

"How hard can it be?" Mouse asked.

Melanie just looked at her. Hard enough, was the unspoken answer in her expression.

"Okay, sorry. We'll just move on, shall we? Let's see..."

And so the lesson began.

* * *

"Man, you're persistent, aren't you? Well, that's a good trait for a..." Mouse paused to find the best word.

"Whore? Cock sucker? Tart?" Melanie offered, after first withdrawing the dildo from her mouth. 

It was a fairly large affair, almost as wide around as her brother Michael. She actually didn't have anything in her collection that matched him. Size like that had never appealed to her before. In plastic, it looked like it would hurt. Real life, real flesh, appeared to be a different story. Mona's expression may have looked like she was in agony as she took him inside her, but Melanie knew the actual sensation was very, very much the opposite. 

The images and memories of that evening flooded back. Melanie had to mentally shake them off, to get her mind back on her project. So far, it had been going well. It wasn't nearly as embarrassing as Mel had thought it would be. It was actually rather entertaining.

Mouse had made fun of the fact that the plastic for the largest dildo she owned was also black. She'd asked if that represented another hidden fantasy of Melanie's. Melanie had smiled enigmatically, leaving Mona to decide if she was hiding the fact that it really was, or hiding the fact that it simply wasn't.

It was. Melanie had a lot of fantasies, as well as past experiences. But she kept them all to herself, and usually bottled up. Unlike Mona, she didn't act on them. Anymore. With anyone other than Dan. At least, not until the last few days. Because of Mona-Mouse.

This was different, however. There was a point, an important one, to this lesson. Learning to suck cock, to suck cock properly, was part of improving her marriage, maybe saving it. It was also part of catching up to Mona. She hated the thought that her baby sister was better than her at something. Especially when she tended to think of herself as a woman, and Mouse as a little girl.

"'Whore suits me just fine," Mouse was saying, as if to say that it not only suited her, but she was proud of it. Melanie jerked her thoughts back to their conversation.

"I like slut better, for myself. Whore sounds too professional. Like you don't enjoy it."

Melanie was surprised to find that she enjoyed this kind of tasteless banter with her little sister. She hadn't been able to do anything like it for years, really not since her college days. It made her feel younger.

"Yeah, I think slut works for you," Mouse answered without smiling.

Melanie glared at her.

"Okay, Professor Whore," Melanie said, "what's next?"

"Well, slut, now we see if you can handle 'Michael'," Mouse said, picking up a cucumber slightly thicker than the black plastic dick in Melanie's hand. "If you can hold this, 'Michael', for 3 seconds then you're on your way. 30 seconds will come easily after that, with a little practice." Mouse paused to look at her. "On this or something like it," she added pointedly.

Melanie knew that what she meant by that was "but not on Michael, because he's mine," which was fine. Melanie had absolutely no intentions whatsoever of sucking her brother's cock. She was already unsettled just by having Mouse name the cucumber Michael. 

It was going to take a small act of will to put it in her mouth now. It was a nice fantasy, and she'd indulge it with her husband, albeit without his knowledge, and when she'd gotten herself properly worked up. But it was going to remain a fantasy. Even thinking about it made her uncomfortable. Mouse could have him.

Melanie mentally slapped herself for thinking that, too, that Mouse could have him. No, Mouse could indulge herself, for a while. They could play like adolescents until they outgrew this twisted game of incest, hopefully before it ruined both of their lives. Incest. 

Incest, she thought again, as if memorizing the word, trying to impress it on the memory of their affair. If she were given a test, and the word "incest" were on the page, her instant response would be "Mouse and Michael". 

It was incest, and she had to help them stop. A little bit of steering and subtle intervention should help, Melanie thought. But later. First things first. She once again forced her attentions back to the task at hand, back to Mouse's lessons.

She lifted the cucumber, eyeing it warily. With the name Michael still rattling around in her head, and the word "incest" rattling around beside it, Melanie had to close her eyes before moving the cucumber to her mouth. That turned out to be worse, as in her mind the cucumber instantly became her brother's cock. She snapped her eyes open, took a moment to compose herself, then slipped the cucumber in, slowly, being careful to always widen her mouth enough to keep her teeth from scraping the vegetable's skin.

The sensation in her throat, the feeling that she needed to gag and cough it up, barely hit her this time. It only took self-control. That was Melanie's specialty. She easily relaxed enough to let the cucumber slide in further, and further still. Once it passed a certain point, it didn't matter. The trick was out of the bag, she thought. 

No wonder Mouse could do it so easily. Once you got it down, you could handle just about anything. She felt like she could hold it in her throat for hours. She just had to breath through her nose, stay calm, and keep it away from the roof of her mouth. That triggered a gag reflex she couldn't stop.

Dan was going to have quite a night, tonight, she thought. Although Melanie was going to have a hard time explaining how she'd learned it.

Melanie closed her eyes as she held it. it quickly transformed into Michael's cock again, in her mind, but she didn't fight it this time. She allowed herself to enjoy the fantasy, now looking forward to thinking the same thing with Dan's real dick in her mouth. They were both going to enjoy this tonight, she realized.

She opened her eyes to look down the length of her nose at the cucumber as she drew it slowly out. She felt like a sword swallower, watching inch after inch after inch sliding out of her mouth, like a magician's unending handkerchief, as if it were never going to end. 

It did seem awfully wide, as well as long. She was stunned that her lips had stretched enough to get around it. She had no idea how Mouse's tiny mouth did it, too. Women were amazing, she decided. Men were damn lucky to have them.

"Well, done, Melanie! I'm impressed," Mouse declared. "You're ready for your final lab."

"Final lab?" Melanie asked curiously. "Then what was all this?"

"Oh, this was just prep work. You need to do something a little more... involved next," she answered cagily.

"Which would be?" Melanie asked, raising an eyebrow, and sensing that she wasn't going to like the answer. She sat up straighter, to look down the bridge of her nose at Mouse.

"You're not going to like it."

"Surprise me." Melanie's tone was dry and scornful, as if an actual surprise was the last thing she wanted to hear.

"Um. Sure you don't want a drink?"

"Out with it, Mouse." Melanie had been here enough in the last few days to know that the last thing she would accept now was a drink.

"I, ah..." Mouse still hesitated.

Melanie continued to stare her down, unflinching.

"I want you to watch me go down on Michael again," Mouse blurted out finally.

"No!" Melanie shouted, before she'd finished the sentence. "Absolutely not. No way. I never, ever, should have done that to begin with. You're a complete loon, do you know that? You really think..."

It was Mouse's turn to interrupt.

"Mel, wait, listen, just listen."

Melanie didn't want to listen. She didn't want to give Mona anymore chances. But she was losing her temper, so she quieted herself anyway. Not to give Mona any chance to talk, just to give herself time to think, to decide how far she wanted to take this, and what she was going to say to kill it.

"Michael's been a wreck with all of this," Mouse started.

That got Melanie's attention. Mouse deserved what she got, but Michael didn't. It wasn't that he was guiltless, but Melanie was sure that Mouse was mostly to blame for all of this. Michael was just vulnerable, and sensitive, and lonely. She should have found more time for him herself, Melanie thought guiltily. If she'd been more of a real big sister to him, when he'd needed her, then maybe he wouldn't have fallen into this trap.

"Go on," Melanie prompted.

"He's uneasy, he's not sleeping. He thinks you hate him," Mouse began.

"I don't hate him. I should talk to him..." This was very unsettling. Melanie was mortified that Michael was afraid of her. Of her, when Mouse was using him.

"No, no, Mel, that's not good enough. You know Michael. He'll quietly listen to what you have to say, let you dominate the conversation, agree with you, do whatever it takes to get through it. And then he'll walk away feeling the same as he did coming in, or maybe worse. He'll misinterpret what you say, or what he thinks you mean, and it will just get worse. Michael's not a talker, most men aren't, they're doers."

"So your answer is to give him a blow job in front of me," Melanie said sarcastically.

"In a word, yes," Mona answered, missing or dodging the sarcasm. "With him knowing that you're there, and knowing that you app..."

"Approve? I didn't say I approve..." Melanie interrupted again.

"You kind of did," Mouse countered, halting her complaint in mid-sentence. "Look, I don't want to go over that again, but we both agreed that this hasn't been that bad for us, and in some ways I think it's turning out well for you, too."

Melanie rolled her eyes while exhaling loudly in frustration, partly to imply that it wasn't true, and partly to mask the fact that it was true.

"Because I got an orgasm from my little sister?" she asked, looking as if she'd swallowed a mouthful of sour milk.

"That's not how you saw it yesterday," Mouse said, meeting her eye to eye, unblinking.

Melanie tried to stare her down. Eventually she backed off, dropping her eyes to study her own hands on the table, amidst the array of dildos, cucumbers, and one large, orange, wart-covered gourd.

"Okay, yes, you're right, I enjoyed it," she admitted finally. "It was good, yes, and so far the improvement in my sex life, and my view of life, is good, too."

She paused before admitting to the hardest part.

"And I think it may help my marriage. Maybe save it," she finished, finally looking up at Mouse. She could feel the weakness in her own expression. She'd opened up now more than she had in years. She was laying it out there, to see what Mona would do. To see if Mona would help.

It was Mouse's turn to cock an eyebrow at Melanie.

"You didn't hear me say that," Melanie said hastily, regretting her sudden candor.

"Things aren't as great as you make them sound?" Mouse asked, not unkindly.

"Let's just say things are pretty boring. And with Ricky almost out of school, the kids won't be there to force us to stay together. It's not that bad, we don't fight much, but since Michael's divorce I've been getting nervous. I'm afraid Dan is bored, that we're both bored. Every day is just routine. 

"I don't know what I want, but I'm afraid of having Dan take the choice away from me," Melanie concluded, dropping her eyes back to the table.

"So," Mouse concluded, "becoming a super slut, learning to suck cock, and improving your sex lives may actually be a way to being happier? To a happier marriage, and a more balanced approach to life?"

Melanie eyed her again. She hated it when her little sister was right. Especially when she was flip, sarcastic, and right all at the same time. Especially this time, this week. She'd gone from criticizing the little brat for messing up Michael's head, to supporting her incestuous affair, then having a tryst of her own, and now learning to suck cock with dildos and cucumbers on the kitchen table. Her whole family was sick and twisted, she decided. They all needed counseling.

Except she and Dan had already been there, and it had turned out that it wasn't enough.

"So you want me to do exactly what?" Melanie asked in resignation.

"I want you to come over tonight, have a few drinks." Mouse paused to let the idea settle in, as Melanie glowered. "Just a few, just to relax, nothing more. I don't want to cart you home again. Dan will never let you out with me if I do," she added with a small smile.

"Just have a few, sit in a chair, and watch us. Michael will be nervous as all hell, so you have to put him at ease. You don't have to say anything, I'll do all the talking, before and after. Just sit, relax, don't scowl, don't judge, just watch. Enjoy it, if you can. I think you will..."

Mouse paused while Melanie redoubled her glare.

"Just, just do whatever, but watch. You really will learn something, but more importantly Michael will really, totally know that you accept our affair, and you don't hate him or think any less of him."

Melanie held Mouse's eye for as long as she could, trying to make her uncomfortable. The little brat held it too, longer than Melanie could, this time. The problem was, Melanie realized, that somehow she wanted to do it, too, more than she'd admit. She had this undeniable, frightening urge to watch Mouse and Michael together. It was disturbing.

She finally looked away, down at the orange gourd. She ran a finger along the warts, measuring their size by the feel of them against her skin.

"I don't completely accept it, but I certainly don't think any less of him," she replied.

"Okay, you win," Melanie said. "Now what's this orange monstrosity for?"



Melanie came into the darkened room with her eyes downcast, trying feverishly not to look at anything. She could see Michael's naked form sprawled on the bed, out of the corner of her eye. The realization made her tense further, but her attention was immediately, instinctively and embarrassingly drawn to his cock. It was still soft and lifeless, and hard to see in the dark, thank goodness. 

There was soft music playing. The shades were drawn. All the lights in the house were out, so there was hardly any light at all. She knew there was a chair in the corner, set up ahead of time for her beside a small night stand with a bottle of scotch, a bucket of ice, and a glass, already filled.

She felt her way into the chair, found the glass, and immediately swallowed half of it.

Easy, Melanie thought to herself. Sooth the nerves, yes, but don't make a bad situation worse. Not like the other two times. She took another sip before setting the glass down, to avoid succumbing to the urge to sip and sip again.

She could hear Michael breathing unevenly. Her presence had obviously flustered him, too. The music was a soft, slow, classical selection. It helped to ease her nerves, while masking her presence. She hoped it helped Michael, too. She couldn't believe she was going through with this. Again. And that this time, her little brother knew she was watching.




Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 03



Mona waited a short while, then came into the room soon after. She lit a match, using it to light a pair of candles on night stands at the head of the bed. The dim candles didn't cast their light very far. Melanie felt she was well hidden in a patch of darkness in the corner. Clever girl, that Mona, she thought.

Mona's attire was voraciously sexy through bare simplicity. Melanie was a little shocked at how good it looked. She'd have to try something similar herself, for Dan. She and Mona were built very differently, but she thought she could get a better effect from the combination. Mouse wore white high heels and white stockings. A heavy garter, decorated with lace, held each stocking up just short of her crotch. It naturally drew the eyes to her bare hips, and the temptation of the patch of dark pubic hair in the center.

She had long, white satin gloves that came up above the elbows, the kind you might wear with a wedding gown. The little brat. They looked good, though. She had to give her that. Mona was going to make a beautiful bride someday. If she stopped fucking her brother, that was, and found a man she could legally marry.

Her only other attire was a pair of necklaces, a pearl choker and another set of pearls. The choker was high and tight, almost covering her entire neck. The dangling necklace was a very long set that looped around her neck several times, hanging low across her nipples and falling around and between her breasts. So Mouse was basically naked, only bothering to cover the parts of her body that anyone would be allowed to see at any time, the legs, arms and neck. Everything else was naked and available. It all screamed "fuck me".

She was a sexy little brat, Melanie had to give her that.

Mouse walked around to the other side of the bed. Melanie imagined that she did it to avoid obstructing Melanie's view of her brother. Sweet of her, she thought. Very sweet.

Once at his side, Mona reached out with one hand to run it along Michael's body, from pelvis to neck and back again. Melanie felt a shiver course through her unexpectedly. Seeing her brother touched like that was exciting beyond belief. It hadn't felt quite like that the other night, when she'd been in a drunken stupor. Now she was sober, too sober, and she could feel it as much as see it. She reached over to finish the half glass of scotch in one long quaff, and then quickly poured another, to have it readily available.

Mona leaned over to caress Michael's brow gently with one hand. His eyes closed at the soft touch of the satin. Mouse smiled at that. She ran that hand down his ribs, then up the center of his chest and neck to his lips. She ran her finger along his lower lip, letting him kiss it lightly. Then she fell on him, kissing him softly, but hungrily. They kissed that way for a long time, she hovering over him, nipples just brushing his chest, pearls falling against him, with their lips locked, but constantly searching, looking for new places to touch and connect.

Melanie watched in envy. She loved kissing. She longed to be kissed that way. She remembered how it felt to kiss Mona. She wondered brazenly how it felt to kiss Michael. It looked wonderful.

In time, too quickly Melanie thought, Mona sat up and backed off, sliding down to sit beside Michael's cock. Melanie would have kissed him for longer, given the chance.

Michael reached up with one finger to gently caress the tip of Mona's nipple, then take a strand of pearls and roll it left, then right, over her nipple and breast. Michael's cock was growing now, without Mona even touching him. Mouse herself was watching his cock intently, her mouth half open, biting her bottom lip in seductive fascination. 

Melanie was watching his cock, too. It grew and stiffened before her eyes. Eventually Mona gave in, taking hold if it in one, gloved hand. She very gently pulled it upright, using only her finger tips, nothing more. Then she let it fall, touched her finger tips to the base, and pulled it up again, as if she were drawing dripping honey from a jar with her hand.

Eventually, it stayed where it was, standing up at attention, smooth and hard and beckoning, with a delicious bend to it.

Melanie mentally slapped herself for thinking the word delicious. It was her brother's cock. Her brother's... delicious cock. She took another sip of scotch.

Mouse was stroking it now, with a slow, easy beat, while clearly torn between watching his cock and his face. Her gaze kept switching from one to the other, her expression showing hunger for both. For his part, Michael had his eyes closed now. He must be trying desperately to ignore his big sister, Melanie thought. She felt like she should leave. She shifted position, considering getting up and doing just that, when Michael let out a low moan.

That snagged her. The sound of it was musical, the sound of her little brother purring in ecstasy. She had to stay, now. Her own crotch suddenly felt wet and warm.

Mouse, for her part, didn't stay where she was. She released his cock, something Melanie thought that she wouldn't ever do, if she'd held it. Mouse slid on one knee along side Michael, then agilely swung the other leg over his head to straddle his face. Melanie could see her sister's pretty round ass, with Michael's face positioned just below it, inches from a tease of pubic hair. She watched as Mouse reached down with one gloved hand, slid it under Michael's head, and pulled his mouth up to her pussy. 

"Lick your little sister's pussy," she commanded. "Show your big sister how good you are at licking little sister pussy."

The open reference to her shocked Melanie. She had hoped to be an unnoticed witness, a complete bystander, taking no part whatsoever. She didn't want to be mentioned. She was sure Michael didn't appreciate the reminder.

He responded immediately to Mouse's command, though. His mouth opened carefully. He gently tugged on his little sister's cunt lips with his mouth. Melanie watched as his tongue snaked out of his mouth, tracing a path from Mouse's anus to the far side of her cunt, where Melanie couldn't see, then back again.

Melanie wondered abstractly if this was part of the blow job lesson, or if the little brat was just enjoying herself. A small part of her actually considered the idea that it might be wise to take notes.

Michael did seem to enjoy his own assignment. Mouse was moving her hips forward and back, helping Michael to find the pace she liked as his tongue lined and invaded her slit. Before long Mouse hopped over him to sit with her back against the headboard, legs and knees bent up almost to her chest, legs spread. She reached over to caress Michael's bald head, and Michael instinctively knew what she wanted. They were practiced lovers.

He moved quickly to lay on the bed between her legs, face down, with his mouth at her pussy. He immediately returned to licking her. Melanie watched his head rolling and bobbing as he enthusiastically exercised his mouth on Mona's pussy.

Melanie let her view travel down to his butt. She was seeing it for the first time in her life, she realized, completely naked. Another thrill shot through her. Her cunt felt wetter and warmer.

It was cute, she thought. The hair on it should have been a turn off, but somehow it wasn't. It was the opposite. It was turning her on. His legs were muscular, and his body had less flab than she'd expected. Less than Dan. Less than Michael had had last summer, she realized. He had definitely lost weight and toned up.

She looked at the underside of his ball sack, and the dark patch between his ass cheeks. His muscles were clenched tightly, perhaps because he was so intent on pleasing Mouse. His ass had a large, rounded shape to it, with clear large dimples at the sides near his hips. It looked delicious. There was that word again. Her brother was delicious. And it was right there, close enough to touch if she just got up and moved a single step.

Melanie cut that thought off as quickly as she could. She forced her gaze further up, to where Michael was eagerly trying to please Mouse. Mouse had both of her hands on Michael's head, quickly and gently brushing the smooth satin across his bald scalp. Again, she was signaling to him the pace she wanted, moving her hands along his head in smooth rhythm with her body's cravings.

Melanie watched Michael work on Mouse with his tongue and lips. She couldn't see much, at that distance, in the dark. But she could tell that her brother was being patient, and attentive. His strong hands held his little sister's legs apart. Mouse looked down at him between her knees with a loving, fogged expression, eyes sometimes open, sometimes fluttering unwillingly closed. She squealed and inhaled whenever he did things right, and occasionally slapped his scalp to goad him, like a harsh mistress and her dog. At other times her hands would clench tightly on his scalp, holding him fiercely against her, and she would squeal with a wickedly sexy, high pitched, long exhale of breath.

Melanie noticed Michael humping the bed, unconsciously fucking it as he licked his sister. It would have been so easy to get up and help him, to give him relief. She could just reach under and hold him, nothing more. Just hold his cock. It was too easy. She took another sip of scotch. Somehow the glass was empty again, and she refilled it a second time.

Mouse was moaning loudly now, and whipping her hair from side to side.

"Yes, big brother, yes. You lick me so good, Michael. You lick it, you lick little sister clit so good."

Melanie felt the warm, wet patch in her own panties spread further. She should have known, and left them and the stockings at home, she thought. She hadn't been at all realistic as to how she would handle this, how she would react, how her body would react. She fought the desire for a moment, then quickly surrendered. She lifted herself in the chair, unzipped her skirt and pulled it to the floor. In a moment her finger was inside her panty hose, inside her panties, and inside her own wet cunt. Melanie felt a moment of relief, which quickly turned into the need for even more.

Michael abruptly raised himself to his knees, as he and Mouse locked eyes. Mona's face was full of lust as Michael approached her, clearly intent on fucking her then and there. Mouse brought a gloved hand to his head, using it to pull him to her mouth and kiss him fiercely. As soon as the kiss ended, she shoved him aside, down onto the bed. 

He didn't resist, falling beside her on his back. She put the other hand on his breastbone, as if holding him down, then launched herself forward, sliding the hand along his chest and abdomen to his cock. Her head and body followed the motion, so she ended with her head just inches from his cock. Delicious cock.

Melanie rubbed herself more quickly. She ached to see her little sister take her brother's cock in her mouth. Mona's mouth was so small, so tight, and his cock was so thick. She knew, she'd seen it herself just a few nights ago, yet she still found it hard to believe that Mona could take that cock in her mouth. 

Mona's lips parted ever so slightly, edging towards Michael's cock head. Melanie leaned forward with her, as if straining to take it in her own mouth, from her chair. She let her fingers dance all over her own clit, then slipped two fingers as deeply as she could into her cunt.

Then Mouse did it. She took him into her mouth. Unlike the first night, she did it slowly, ever so slowly. It seemed to take minutes, with Mona patiently pushing inch after inch of cock into her throat, like a snake devouring its prey whole. Mouse's cheeks bulged, her lips stretched. Her eyes were half closed, so that Melanie could see only the whites at the bottoms of them. Michael, dear brother Michael, was sucking the air in through his teeth, expressing his pleasure, with one hand tightly, seemingly painfully digging into Mona's ass.

When Mouse had the cock completely in her mouth, when her lips were touching the skin of Michael's groin, and the pubic hairs pushed up like a beard and mustache on Mona, then Mona looked up at her. Mouse looked directly into Melanie's eyes, and held them. She held the gaze as well as she held the cock in her mouth. 

She stayed that way for quite a while, just staring at Melanie. With the cock stretching her mouth to the limit, Melanie couldn't make out any expression. She couldn't tell what Mona was thinking, only that she had her brother's cock in her mouth, and was staring straight at her big sister while doing it.

Melanie froze under her stare, her own fingers now still inside her wet cunt, her own eyes locked on Mona's. She felt her heart beating, wishing that it would be still, too.

Finally, Mouse closed her eyes, as she slowly drew her head back. Michael's cock came out, bit by bit, more and more, slowly revealing the amazing length that had been buried deep in their little sister's throat.

The music changed then. The slow, classical piece had ended, to be replaced by something operatic, something more dynamic with a deep, dramatic chorus chanting words in a foreign tongue. There was a strong, pounding beat to the music, now. It gave a sudden weight to the milieu before her. It changed the whole tone, her whole perception, from something mellow and tender to something heavier, more intense, and less easy to resist.

Michael and Mouse both felt it, too, Melanie noticed. They both instinctively changed their rhythms, matching the beat and tone and feel of the music. Michael had found Mouse's pussy, Melanie realized. Mouse had moved to her side, raising one leg, knee bent, to open herself to him. He was acting now like a warrior, attacking her cunt and clit with a blood lust. 

Mouse had abandoned her cool, slow control as well. She fell on him like a starving woman, trying to be everywhere at once, trying to find a way to kiss and lick and swallow his entire length and width every way she could, all at the same time.

Melanie had certainly never sucked cock like that, she knew, not even when she had practiced her newfound skills on Dan-Michael last night. She was always careful and in control, like a seamstress working carefully to sew on a button.

Melanie listened to the noises they made. She herself was always quiet in bed, she realized. She was utterly silent, again like a seamstress focused on her task. She was even embarrassed at the occasional accidental slurping sound, cringing whenever she made one.

Not Mouse. Mouse was a cacophony of squeals and moans, loud slurps and even giggles. And of course an occasional, ongoing, wickedly incestuous dialogue.

"Does my mouth feel like a cunt on you, big brother? Is fucking my mouth like fucking my cunt? Is it more wicked, even, fucking your sweet little sister's mouth?"

"That's it, Michael. Show us both how you like my cunt. Show Melanie how good you are with your tongue on your baby sister's clit."

And there was more, and always in that high pitched, coquettish, little girl voice.

"I can't wait to have you fuck me, tonight, Big Brother. I can't wait, but I have to see your cum first."

"Are you going to show Melanie a lot of cum tonight, darling brother? Are you going to show our big sister how much cum you always give me?"

Mouse released Michael's cock to wrap her pearls around it, once, twice, three times as she purred the words. She used the strand like a leash, pulling the cock back into her mouth. She released it again to let the pearls ride up and down it, like rollers. She played with his cock and the pearls like a child with a toy. She looped a strand of hair around it like the pearls, then pulled it away in a slow, soft tease. Then she descended on his cock again, with renewed fury, abandoning the game for unrestrained lust.

Melanie had quickened her own pace with the music, too, she now realized. She was frantically rubbing herself, filling herself, frigging herself. Her panties were stretched and ruined. Her hips moved with her hands, driving the nub of her clit against the palm of her thumb while two fingers buried themselves inside her, but not nearly deep enough, not nearly as deeply as Michael's cock would.

Mouse looked at her, smiling, and Melanie realized then, too, in a panic, that she had been making noises herself as well. She cut a moan off in the middle, biting her lip to hold it in. How long at she been doing that? How loud had she been? Had Michael heard? She looked at him with sudden fear, but he was lost in Mouse's cunt, slaving over her like the most invested lover she'd ever known.

Melanie felt herself reaching orgasm as she watched him. She quickly pulled her hand out. She willed herself to stop, to leave it alone, to try to let the sensation pass. There was no way that she should let herself come while doing this. That wasn't what she was here for.

Michael was on the verge of coming himself. Mouse sensed it, releasing him with her mouth. She rolled onto her back, temporarily depriving him of access to her cunt. She lay there, on her back, on him, with his cock right beside her face, right beside her wide brown eyes. 

Mouse spread her legs around his mouth. He eagerly returned to driving his tongue into her cunt, pressing his lips against her and sucking hard. She held his cock, seemingly delicately, like a lady, in a ring made with the satin gloved thumb and index finger of a single hand.

She was holding it tightly, constricting it. It was a trick Mouse had taught Melanie during their lessons, a trick to make him shoot his cum further. Mouse said that men loved it. They loved the feel of it, but more than that it made them feel pride and power in seeing themselves launch their seed as far as they could, while having their woman see them do it. 

It paid dividends, she said. If they were like Michael, you could mount them quickly afterward, before they began to relax. Then they could fuck you forever, easily bringing you to climax, or more than one. And even if they didn't, if they were utterly spent, they attacked you the next time with more confidence and hunger. It paid off.

"Cover me with cum, big brother. Show big sister how much cum you have for your little sister," Mouse pleaded, almost screaming the words.

Michael came with a sudden growl. A long, single rope of white, satiny cum shot from the tip of his cock. It rose up in the air, then fell in a line from Mouse's collar bone to her navel. Mouse jerked his cock quickly again, once, and another spurt came out, this time in large drops, to land on Mouse's cute little tits. Michael was grunting now, and bucking, lifting his ass in the air and raising Mouse up with him. At last he came one more time, but the cum didn't shoot. Instead it gathered at his cock head, then dribbled slowly down the sides, right in front of Mouse's face.

Melanie had come, too. Without touching herself, against her will, her body had thrown itself into a brief, twisting orgasm. She'd announced it to them, too, she knew, letting out short, sharp squeals of pleasure with each pulse of her clit into her nervous system. It continued to pulse several more times as she first let the feeling come, and then fought the feeling back.

She slouched there, staring at them. She watched Mouse with envy as her little sister's tongue reached out to touch Michael's cock with its tip, letting the rivulets of his thick cum run over it. Mouse held it there a moment, then giggled as she began to eagerly lick the cum from his cock. She went up and down the length of it with her mouth, cleaning it thoroughly, smiling all the while.

Melanie had never liked cum. She didn't hate it, it was just there. She swallowed it, because she knew men liked that. She didn't mind, but she didn't relish it. Mouse seemed to relish it, More than that, right now Melanie wanted it, too. For the first time in her life, she wanted to lick cum, to taste it. She wanted to taste her brother's cum, just once, just now. She felt a slight anger at Mouse as her little sister took it all, sucking every drop from their brother's delicious cock.




Mouse Bk. 04 Ch. 03



But that wasn't the end. As she had warned, as she had planned, Mouse swung around, still on her back, still on Michael, to guide his still hard cock into her cunt.

"That's right, Michael. Now that you've covered your little sister with cum, you get to fuck her. Fill your little sister's pussy with that beautiful, big brother cock."

Melanie watched them fuck with more detachment, with less passion herself. Her orgasm had released her from the wild frenzy everything had driven her to. Not completely. She wasn't completely free. Her heart was still pounding, while the lust for her brother kept coming into her mind. But Melanie kept her own hands at her sides, refusing to touch herself anymore.

They certainly took their time about it. Michael did last forever. Mouse lay on him, drinking in every moment, smiling and cooing and whispering dirty thoughts to him. He kissed her shoulders and neck. She held his hands the whole time, fingers intertwined, clenched tightly. Melanie imagined Mouse's cunt clenched as tightly on Michael's cock, too, squeezing their brother's cock within her.

In time, Mouse came. She screamed and wiggled, moving him inside her. She used his hands, still in hers, for leverage to drive her hips down against him. She arched her back, straining to take as much of his cock as she could. Melanie looked at the spot where he entered her, noting how widely stretched her cunt lips were to fit him inside her. She was a petite, little woman with a tiny cunt, and a giant cock to fill it.

Mouse settled back on Michael at last, continuing her litany of noises with soft whimpers and moans. She turned to kiss Michael on the cheek. They both strained to lock lips in a deep, un-brotherly kiss. Melanie was jealous of that, that one incestuous, after-fuck kiss, most of all.

She stood abruptly. This had gone on long enough. Her passions weren't fading, but she was spent, emotionally and physically. And she felt alone. She felt as if they were together, and by being there she was more alone than if she were by herself. She walked quickly, intending at first to simply leave immediately, without saying a word.

They both had their eyes closed. As she passed, she looked down on Mouse, at the stream of glistening cum on her belly and tits. Mouse had left it there, on purpose, Melanie was sure, by holding Michael's hands at her sides, keeping him from caressing her body and tits. Her brother's cum had thinned by now, turning from the thick, white goo to a clear, watery liquid.

Melanie was overwhelmed by an almost irresistible urge to touch it, to taste it. She wanted his cum, her brother's cum.

She wasn't supposed to be a part of this, she wasn't supposed to touch, to be actively involved. She was just supposed to watch. But this was her only chance, her last chance. This was her chance to taste just one drop of her baby brother's cum. She held herself in check for a moment, then two. Mouse opened her eyes to look at her. Melanie could swear that she'd read her mind. She was daring her with that look.

Melanie reached out, flicking Mouse's nipple, once, then pulled back, taking a single large drop of her brother's cum on her fingertip. She looked Mouse in the eye as she touched it to her lips. She smeared it there, defiantly, like lip gloss. She closed her eyes for a moment, feeling its warmth and wetness. Then she let her tongue come out, cleaning her lips, taking her brother's cum into her mouth while focusing on the taste of it.

Melanie opened her eyes then, looking at more of his cum on her sister's belly and tits. She could have it all, if she wanted. And more. She hesitated just a moment, then willed herself to the door and out of the room.



Mouse's flight was at noon on a weekday. Michael wanted to leave work to take her to the airport, but Mouse said he shouldn't. In fact, she'd confided to Melanie that she couldn't stand another teary goodbye restrained by the prying eyes at the airport. It got harder and harder each time. She wanted to say her goodbyes, and show the kind of affection she wanted, in private. She was really starting to consider moving back home to be with him.

Melanie quickly agreed to take her instead. Mel herself wanted to make sure that she got on the plane and out of town.

She wasn't entirely angry with Mona about it all. She had been at first, and until just recently. But she eventually had to admit that she couldn't blame it all on Mouse. Melanie had done everything herself. It wasn't like Mona had some kind of controlling power over her. If anything, it should be the other way around.

But that meant that Melanie had done everything by choice. She couldn't even blame alcohol for the last one. That was all her. Her and her love for her brother. Both kinds of love, compassion and lust, she thought.

And that was the part that really got to her, that made her want to cry.

After the last episode, Melanie had tried to leave, but realized that first she had to shower. She couldn't go home to Dan reeking of sex, not even her own, let alone Michael and Mona's. She threw her ruined pantyhose and panties in the wastebasket. She showered, dressed again, went home, and attacked Dan.

Dan-Michael, she thought, correcting herself. She attacked his cock this time like a total slut. Or whore, she thought. Maybe whore fit better, this time, because her mind was elsewhere while she did it.

She was still no Mouse, but she got to him. She got to Dan. He came in her mouth, so she could greedily and noisily lap it up. She still didn't enjoy it, entirely, but the experience was fulfilling. And she didn't even need to mount him after she'd finished. He came to her, pushed her down and took her on his own. Dan had fucked her with a wild abandon that he hadn't shown in years, either. It was contagious.

She lay there, clawing at him, as he brought her to orgasm, while she imagined her brother Michael. Dan-Michael fucked her thoroughly, and then rolled over to let her rest her head on his shoulders. Once there, she thought about her baby brother. Doing so had quickly changed from an occasional tool, a way to come when making love to Dan, into a habit. Imagining herself with her brother was becoming a full blown obsession.

And she had no one to blame but herself in the end.

She had taken a giant step forward in fixing her breaking marriage, in finding joy in sex again, and in sharing that with Dan. She'd also taken a giant step backwards, by suddenly releasing a sick, and growing, incestuous lust for her baby brother.

So Mouse had to go, so that Melanie could regain control, by completely avoiding Michael if necessary.

* * *

Melanie and Mouse stood awkwardly at the ticket counter. Her bags were checked and gone, her boarding pass was in her hand. All she needed to do was to turn and go, Melanie thought. There was a lot more to say, but they hadn't talked much during the drive over, and this certainly wasn't the place.

"Well, I guess it's time," Mona said, clearly hesitating.

Melanie didn't say anything.

"Before I go, Just..." Mona started, then trailed off.

"Out with it, Mona. Ask, then catch your plane," Melanie said, more tersely than she'd intended. She had to stop being angry with Mona. It wasn't Mona, it was her.

"I just, I don't like leaving you here with Michael," Mona got out, quickly, like she was ripping off a band aid.

Melanie looked at her with a cool stare. It bothered her that Mona did have something to worry about. She didn't know how much was just natural anxiety, normal, instinctive jealousy, or how much of her own real desires Mona was sensing. 

Mouse looked back at her, not shying from her stare, but looking nervous. Melanie looked around to see how careful she needed to be in choosing her words. She moved closer to Mona, lowering her voice.

"I already said it. I won't touch him," she promised. "It wouldn't be good for anyone, certainly not him, or me, or you. My interest is just a a fantasy, nothing more," she finished, knowing now that that last part was a lie. She waited to see if Mona could tell.

Mona smiled at her, weakly, then looked over toward the gate.

"Okay, that's all I can ask, I guess. Look, if you want to talk about Dan some more, I don't mind. You never call me. We never talk. I hate to think you've spent all this time with that bottled up, when I could at least listen."

"Thanks, Mona," was all Melanie could find to say, but she was grateful for the offer. She was pretty sure she would take her up on it, if only to have a way to vent. If she could get things sorted out with Dan, maybe the Michael thing would just fade away.

"Okay, Bye," were Mona's suddenly quick parting words.

Melanie reached out to grab her hands, to squeeze them warmly. Mona's hands were so tiny. She was still just a kid in so many ways.

"Take care of yourself. Come back to him, soon," Melanie said, hardly believing that she was letting the words come out. "He'll miss you."

Mouse beamed a warm smile back at her.

"Okay, bye," she repeated, then scurried off toward the gate.

Melanie turned back to her Mouse-less world, to deal with her own problems.

* * *

Author's note, 6/18/08: 

Mouse will take a brief hiatus while I write the final books, hopefully within a month or three. Books 1 to 4 were mostly written from mid-December 2007 to February 2008. Book 1 was rewritten, almost completely, in March. Then I put it aside while I worked on other things. Getting back into it is going to be hard, and I learned my lesson as far as publishing anything before the whole is completed.

As a result, I won't publish Book 5 until I've finished all of the books, a total of either seven or eight, depending on where I decide to end the story. If you'd like to be on a mailing list to be notified when the next book is out, please contact me. In the meantime, I will have other completed material that will be published in the near future. Please check it out while you're waiting for Mouse to return. 

-- Rob