0 comments/ 26701 views/ 8 favorites In Name Only: Cruel Deception By: Ollieyah Author's note: Cruel Deception is Walter and Vivian's story. It is companion to In Name Only-The Journal of Margret Ford. Characters involved in sexual activity are 18 years and older. This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to real persons are purely coincidental. Enjoy! Awakenings-Oaksberth, 1946 It is not precisely known to him when he became aware of it. Perhaps it had always been there, waiting to emerge from the depths of his subconscious. He considered himself to be a normal man with the usual hopes and dreams. He suffered no secret emotional traumas during childhood, and could not lay claim to lax or emotionally deficient parents. His life is, and has been, in every respect, untroubled and reasonably content, until now. How does a perfectly normal man find himself in a situation of this nature? How does a man of sound intellect become consumed with forbidden desires? Is it because the light scent of jasmine and musk twists his stomach in knots every time she walks into a room, or maybe the soft cadence of her voice which sends tingles down his spine whenever she spoke to him, or the way her smile animated her exquisite features, or can it be the way his temperature rose whenever they innocently embrace. It's all of that and more...much, much more. Of course, he understood what he was up against. Society shuns the very idea of such illicit behavior. And what of his father's reaction when it is made known to him? Will he disown him and turn him out of his life? And what of her, will she refuse him? Can he convince her to receive him? After suffering through the anguish of reasoning, Walter accepted that none of that mattered. She is what he wanted. She is what he'll have. The difficulty of remaining quiet has become worse now that his heart is settled. He spends his nights tossing and turning, his mind trapped in hot erotic dreams. Night after night, he awakens with her name on his lips and his loins aflame and needing release. And night and after night, he gets out of bed, leaves his room and walks determinedly to hers only to turn away before his hand touches the door knob. It's impossible to contain this emotional bomb inside him any longer. He didn't choose this love, he wouldn't have chosen it. It chose him. He was irrevocably in love with her, and he intended to make it known. But first he had to get rid of his father's latest discovery for Vivian's hand. The man was well versed in idle conversation. He was smooth and entertaining and she was clearly taken with him. Her delighted laughter incited his jealousy, and urged him to interrupt their little tête•-à-tête before it developed into something he'd be forced to destroy. Walter's sudden appearance caused a sudden lull in the lunching couple's laughter. His imposing presence captured their immediate attention. Vivian welcomed her brother's unexpected appearance. "Walter...you're home." She said with a warm smile. "Have you met Roland Mitchell?" She pointed toward the young man sitting opposite of her. Roland was not so pleased by the intrusion, but he retained a polite mask. Confident of his welcome, he stood and offered a hand in greeting. "I say, Walter—" Walter deliberately ignored the man's hand. He sauntered over the bar to pour a drink. "So... you're Roland Mitchell." "I am." Roland responded pompously. "Are you, perhaps, of the New York Mitchells?" Walter eyed him suspiciously. Roland's chest puffed out. "Indeed, I am—although, occasionally, I am sure, my mother wishes I were not." He grinned, winking playfully at Vivian. Walter observed him coolly. He detested the man's easy charm. "The same Mitchells who lost their fortune in the crash?" He asked, smiling sardonically. He enjoyed watching his rival's smile fall flat. He wanted Roland to brag about his family's many accomplishments. He welcomed the opportunity to divulge all he knows about the lofty Mitchells. Roland blushed scarlet. "Well, yes, but not all of our assets were lost... and we've recovered since then." He said, casting a nervous glance at Vivian. "We've thrown our hat into textiles now. Mitchell's Textiles is now the largest supplier of cloth to our brave soldiers in uniform." He glanced at Vivian, a smug smile pasted to his face. "War is exceedingly profitable, my dear." "Is it?" Vivian responded, not at all certain she cared for the way the Mitchells made their fortune. "Why, yes, we've—" "I'm sure it wouldn't hurt to add the Ellison fortune to your recovery efforts, would it?" Walter threw in. Roland stiffened. "Pardon me?" he said in an injured tone. "Walter, behave yourself," Vivian admonished, embarrassed for her guest, "I'm certain Mr. Mitchell is above such dishonest behavior. " "Are you?" Walter sipped his drink, his hard gaze still on his quarry. "Of course he is." Vivian said, facing her guest for confirmation. "Isn't that right, Roland?" Roland fidgeted with his collar, he face and neck felt uncomfortably warm. "Uh, I-I, yes, of course, I wouldn't dream—" Walter recognized a fortune hunter when he saw one. This puffed up bastard won't get a cent of his sister's fortune. "Vivian's inheritance is controlled by my father. He will only release it when he is confident of her intended?" Roland was slightly taken aback. "I don't understand—" "I guess he didn't tell you." Walter studied the golden colored liquid in his glass. "Simply put, Roland Mitchell of the New York Mitchells, Vivian will marry without her fortune in tow. Whoever wins her hand will have to support her until such time as father and I are comfortable with her choice." A brief flash of anger crossed the other man's face, but he recovered quickly. Smiling tightly he said. "That's unusual isn't it, an heiress without a fortune." "Is it?" He was sick of this game. "Perhaps you should run along now, Mitchell," Walter said rudely. "There's nothing here for you." Vivian cast a shocked glance at her brother. "Walter that isn't necessary... Roland has posed a legitimate question—" "Oh, but it is necessary, isn't Mitchell?" Walter's voice held a thinly veiled threat. Roland stared at him for long moments. He'd like nothing more than to take the bastard down for humiliating him in front of Vivian. Walter cobalt eyes glittered back at him, hard and calculating, ready to strike. Vivian's gaze swung between the two men, baffled by their instantaneous animosity. Walter watched his prey, waiting for a confrontation he'd take great pleasure in. He'd love nothing more than to diminish him further in his sister's eyes. Roland did not scare easily. Years of ingratiated himself to the rich has awarded him a tough hide, but the merciless cunning in the other man's eyes was a challenge he could not afford to meet at this point in time. Talk of his family's financial woes spreading about society must be avoided. It is vitally important he marry a woman of means, as soon as possible. It appears Vivian , while tantalizingly beautiful, does not have the complete package. Pity. "Yes, perhaps it is. In any case, mother's expecting me within the hour. Mustn't keep her waiting, you know." Roland said, rising from the chair. When he reached the door, he turned around to give Vivian an apologetic smile. "Thank you, dear Vivian, for a most delicious lunch. Perhaps we'll meet again sometime." "Oh, that would be—"Vivian began, ready to compensate him for her brother's behavior. "Don't count on it, Mitchell." Walter cut in smoothly. "My sister's fortune is not available for your use so your return is unnecessary and most unwelcome." Vivian gasped, stunned by the extent of her brother's hostility towards a man he scarcely knows. "Walter, that is entirely uncalled for—" "That's quite alright, Vivian." Roland said, his red face twisted with hostility. "Walter, I shall not offend you with my presence any longer." The bastard was pretty sharp. He felt cheated to have his scheme found out so quickly. He'd at least wanted an opportunity to slide between her slim white thighs a few times before he'd been found out—he'd have enjoyed it very, very much. "Goodbye, my dear." "Goodbye Mr. Mitchell." She rounded on her brother as soon as Roland was gone. "What has gotten into you, Walter? Why did you treat Roland so atrociously?" Walter poured himself another whiskey and gulped it down. "He's not the one for you." He said tightly, pouring himself another whiskey. "Don't be daft, Walter, of course he is. Father picked him out. He's perfect for me." Of course, she didn't believe for a minute Roland was right for her, but she was angry with her brother for treating him so foully. Vivian snatched what would have been Walter's third shot of whiskey from his and slammed it down on the bar. "You were unbearably rude, Walter—" He stared at her moist, plump lips while she reproached him for his displeasing behavior. The need to taste her was too strong to ignore. He snatched her into his arms and closed his mouth over hers, swallowing her surprised yelp with ruthless intent. He devoured her with previously untapped hunger. Never has he wanted a thing more. He growled as he pushed his tongue into her mouth, swiping along her sleek, honeyed mouth, entwining his tongue around hers, forcing her to admit him. Vivian's brain exploded; bright, brilliant colors swirled behind her closed lids. Her nipples pebbled to needy nubs and moisture generously soaked her panties. She clung to him, unable to stop herself from kissing him back. Walter kissed her for long minutes, clutching her tightly in his arms, giving her no room to escape him. Vivian had no thought of escape; she was utterly spellbound by her brother's bruising kisses. Now that his hunger was being fed, he became a glutton for more. His intention was to undo the buttons her blouse, but their father's approaching footsteps forestalled him. He released Vivian, staring into her passion glaze eyes while he fought to gain control of his breathing and his emotions. Vivian heard their father as well, but she was slower to react. Dazed and having difficulty coming to her senses, she tottered to the other side of the room and dropped into a chair. What has gotten into him? Where did that come from... and why did she allow it? It would have been right to scream out in disgust and outrage, to slap his face in retaliation, but she did neither. She'd kissed him back. Vivian stared at him; disbelief, bewilderment, and desire were all plainly visible in her dark blue orbs. Her entire body hummed with newly awakened sensations—sensations she'd never dreamed to entertain for her own brother. "Well...what do you think?" Joseph Ellison asked as he entered the room. He was an older version of his son, but still quite handsome. "Is he acceptable?" Walter still burned for her, but, he, too, wanted an answer to that question. "I don't know, father," he replied, studying his sister. "What do you think Vivian...is he the one?" Vivian licked her swollen lips, flushing when she tasted Walter on them. "I'm not sure." She managed absently, her thoughts was still on their kiss. "Walter, what do we know about—" Joseph stopped in mid-sentence, frowning at his daughter heightened color. "My dear, are you feeling feverish? You're awfully flushed." Vivian blushed even brighter. "I-I'm fine," she assured him, although she did feel very hot and uncomfortable in her skin. "I don't imagine Roland is right for me, father." "No, he isn't." Walter agreed, staring at her pouty lips and nipples pushing against her blouse. His cock twitched eagerly. "The Mitchells are on a hunt for a fortune, but they'll not be getting their hands on Vivian's." "Are you certain of this?" Joseph asked, frowning. "Yes, I've made inquiries." Walter said firmly. "They need an heiress. Their textile business has not been especially profitable these past two years." "What a shame," Joseph said, genuinely disappointed. Eligible bachelors were becoming a scarcity. There was a defect in all of them, according to Walter's estimation. He'd really hoped this last fellow would pass muster. "There's not many left to choose from, my dear. Perhaps—" "I'm sorry, father." Vivian interrupted quickly; she could not stand to hear of another of her father's choices right now. Her mind and body was in an upheaval. She had to get away from them—from Walter. She had to think. "If you don't mind, I think I'll take a nap." About to object, Joseph took a second look at her. Her color was awfully high. "Of course, Vivian, you go and have a rest." "Thank you, father." She hurried out, choosing to avoid her brother's gaze as she passed by him. Walter was hard pressed to follow her and finish what they'd started, but it was too soon. He had to allow her a little space to come to terms with his new role in her life. It will be profoundly different that that of a brother. "You know, Walter," Joseph said, while pouring himself a drink, "I've been giving some thought to Buxley's boy. Yes, I realize he's a year younger than Vivian, but I'm almost certain he'll make a fine husband. What do you think, son?" Annoyed, Walter glared at his father. How many buffoons will I have to get rid of before I can claim her as mine? ***** Oaksbeth had finally settled down for the night. Everyone, including the servants, had finally gone to bed. And except for, the soft ticking of his great-grandmother's grandfather clock situated at the end of the hall, and Joseph's muffled shouts and mournful groans, all was silent as he walked the long hallway to his sister's room. Joseph's muffled cry brought him to a halt. His father sounded as if he were in agony...as he always did. As a child, he'd listen to his mother soothing murmurs while he stood outside their door. He once asked his father what caused the dreams that plagued him night after night. Joseph would dismiss his nightmares as nothing. Blaming them on something he ate which hadn't agreed with him. Walter grew up thinking his father must eat an awful lot of disagreeable food. But as he got older, he began to understand and realize that his father suffered from a great loss and there was nothing anyone could do to help him, especially when he remained unforthcoming as to whom he lost and how he lost them. Walter continued on to his sister's room. He put his ear to the door to see if she stirred. There was no sound of movement. Taking a deep breath, he silently entered her room, shed his pajama bottoms, and carefully joined her in the bed. Vivian tensed up when she heard him enter her room. Should she order him away? Did she want to? Was it wrong to allow her brother such liberties? Of course it is, Vivian! She admonished herself, silently. And what will you do if father finds out? She's been asking herself those questions all evening, but had no clear answers to them. She wanted to kiss him again, that she did know. She remained still as he slipped into her bed. Her stomach fluttered nervously when he wrapped his powerful arms around her, tucking her into his body. When she felt something hard press against her behind, she broke her silence. "W-What's that...?" she gasped softly. "Shhh...just relax, my love, let me feel you..." Walter kissed her neck and ear; he kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples. He forced her on her back and rose above her, pulling her gown apart to reveal her dusky tipped globes, quivering stomach and thatch of silky dark hair covering her moist lower lips. "Flawless ..." he breathed, in awe of her beauty. Vivian's heart raced under her brother's gleaming eyes. "Walter...I-I'm not sure—" "I love you, Vivian... I want you...give in to me..." He slowly twirled his tongue around her turgid nipples, laving, nipping and sucking them into his mouth. Vivian arched off the bed gasping for breath; her brother is the first man to have his way with her virginal breasts. "Oh god, darling...you're so sweet..." he whispered, licking and sucking her nubs. His hands roughly roamed her soft flesh, caressing her soft thighs and plump little ass. "You're perfect, darling...so sexy..." "W-Walter..." she moaned, submitting to her longings. She writhed under him, besieged by countless sensations racking her body Her soft surrender energized him. His dick was wet and ready to plunder. He nudged her thighs apart and settled between them, rubbing his plump helmet against her slick pussy. "Let me in, darling...let me love you..." he begged thickly, pushing into her heat. "Stop, stop!" She gasped, panicking. "I-I-you can't—you're my brother. We can't do that!" But her body was perfectly attuned to his, instinctually rising to meet his hard flesh, her lush frame quaking with need. Walter ass tensed, he ached to thrust inside her. "Shhh, my love, it will only hurt a moment—" "No, no, stop Walter...you mustn't!" she panted, pushing against his chest. His stomach clenched, restraint was painful; he was primed to fuck. "—just a little ways, love, just—" "No! No! You can't...not ever, Walter!" She squirmed hungrily under him, but she was determined to do what's right and not give in to unthinkable temptations. "P-Promise, Walter, promise we won't ever go that far..." He won't promise her, but he won't force her either. He loved her too much to harm her in that way. Biting back a harsh curse, Walter reluctantly removed his cock from her alluring heat. "I'll try," he said in a rough voice, "for now." "No, no... we must never—" She lost her train of thought when Walter moved his heavy dick against her slick folds. "Oh...." "Shhh, darling..." he whispered, lightly nipping her lips, "open your mouth...." Vivian willingly succumbed to his kisses, wondering if she was strong enough to maintain the promise she'd extracted from him. ***** Vivian hugged an overstuffed pillow in her arms. She was sexually awakened, sensitized, energized and wholly unsatisfied. Walter had left her in this state; he'd rubbed his thick penis against pussy until she'd thought she'd scream for wanting him inside her. He'd held her to tightly when he ejaculated a warm, milky substance on her aching mound. She'd been bewildered by the suddenness of it all, and shocked to feel such an intimate act coming from her own brother. She'd also been excited, and terrified and so close to capitulating. Her tunnel walls had clenched and pulsated, she'd felt so painfully unfilled that she cried in his arms. Walter had kissed her and asked her if she'd like to change her mind. She told him no. When he slid his fingers between her slippery folds, she became skittish and pushed him away. Walter realized that he'd gone to far too soon, so he'd held her and soothed her until the intensity of her desire ebbed away. She did tell him, however, that she was willing to continue doing the things they'd done tonight. He agreed, and then he tenderly kissed her and slipped out of her room. There can be no harm in touching one another as long as it remained innocent...well, somewhat innocent. Walter is a devastatingly handsome man. But she'd had no idea how devastating until she saw him fully nude. Broad shoulders, wide muscled chest, tapered waist and powerful legs and... his penis was long and thick with heavy veins running the length of it, and the tip resembled a huge helmet. She squeezed the pillow tighter as the memory filled her with longing. Yes, a little heavy petting wouldn't hurt anyone... Beau Buxley's Closet Six months—six frustrating months since he initiated his sister into the delights of the flesh and, still, he has yet to penetrate her silken walls. He is fast losing patience. Vivian constant resistance is driving him mad. And, in addition to that, he has to deal with his father's unending mission to marry her off. In Name Only: Cruel Deception The situation tested his control. Jealousy ate at him each time her lovely smile was focused on a potential match. She insists on continuing with this pretense. Vivian considers the intimate pleasures they share to be a temporary thrill not to be taken seriously. She honestly believes she will marry one of the many fools his father continues to parade before her. Walter will never allow her to marry. He intends to be her husband, her lover and, someday, the father of her children. He growled when Beauregard Buxley, the youngest of their clan, asked her to dance for the second time, and received one of her smiles in return. His brooding gaze was glued to them as they whirled around the room. Beau happens to be his father latest choice. Walter was not pleased to see how easily Vivian moved into his arms. Walter balled his hands into tight fists when she laughed at something he said. Pleased with himself, Buxley drew her closer to his body, too close for Walter's comfort. He had to restrain himself from wrenching her out of the other man's arms. He had visions of beating the young man to a bloody pulp for pawing what belonged to him. Vivian smiled vaguely at a comment her companion made, missing step after step as her brother's darkening mood surrounded her. His displeasure was acutely felt by her. In a room filled with handsome men, he was the only one she was aware of. The only man her heart races for each time she looks her way. And it was wrong. She refused to participate in their unwholesome lusts any longer. They should never have started it. She will do what her father requires of her and find a suitable man to marry. Squaring her shoulders, she concentrated on her dancing partner. "Beauregard is unusual. Is it a family name?" "Er, uh, yes, yes it is. I was named after mother's great-granddaddy." Buxley's eyes were fixed firmly on her cleavage. Her milky white bosom looked particularly delicious. He hoped to get a peek at them tonight. Perhaps he could talk her into a walk in the gardens for some fresh air? He'd steal a kiss or two, and maybe get a glimpse at the color of her nipples. Are they like strawberries or dusky like a pink rose. Buxley licked his lips. "Miss Ellison, would you care to accompany me into the gardens?" She felt Walter's furious gaze, but was determined to ignore him. "I'd love to, Beau. It is a little warm in here, isn't it?" Walter saw what she was about; it was a dangerous thing to do—dangerous for both of them. He stalked to her side, bent down to her ear and hissed. "Get your coat, Vivian, it's time to leave." "What?" She said, surprised. "Father hasn't said—" Buxley wasn't about to let her go that easily, brother or no brother. "Now look here, Ellison, your sister and I were just about to—" Walter cold gaze snapped down to his, "Stay out of this, Buxley." He warned in a challenging tone. His entire stance threatened violence should he be thwarted. Beauregard was athletic and strong for a young man his size. He was an avid polo player, and boxing champ of his club two years running, but he was no match for Walter's huge, muscular frame. He held his hands up in surrender. "You got it." He bowed to Vivian and then quickly disappeared into the swirling mass to search for his cousin Petunia; she was a shoe in for a quick feel, or according to his brother, possibly more if he approached her in the right way. Vivian turned angry eyes on her brother. "Walter, will you cease bullying my dance partners—" He applied a little pressure to her arm, "Get your coat." His voice left no room for argument. Fuming, Vivian stomped out of the jam-packed room and down the stairs to get her cloak. But when she reached it, she suddenly changed her mind. Walter was becoming too high-handed, and too territorial. She wasn't ready to leave the party. She quickly swung around and collided into Walter's rock-hard chest. "Walter," she gasped. "What are you—" Walter opened the closet door and whisked her inside. "I'm not ready to go," she said, her breathing agitated. "I'm going to find father." "Later..." He picked her up in his arms and fastened his mouth on hers, pouring all of the turbulent emotions from this evening's torture into his kiss. Vivian, caught of guard, was instantly overwhelmed and eager. His unexpected assault triggered her natural response to his touch. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her aching breasts against his chest. "Oh god, Walter..." she sighed, yielding to his electrifying lips again. Walter was intoxicated; no woman has ever tasted so good. But it wasn't enough, it was never enough. "Open your legs for me, darling...." he said, keeping his voice low so as not to attract attention. Vivian did as he asked, gasping as he slid his fingers between her wet folds, "Ah, yes...you're so wet... my lovely, lovely, Vivian..." he said thickly, He kissed her while he continued his rhythmic motions in and out, in and out of her drenched hole. "Walter, Walter..." She convulsed on his fingers, soaking his hand. Walter lifted his hand to his mouth and licked her juice off. "Remove your dress, Vivian," he ordered, hoarsely, "I want to taste you." Shaking with desire, Vivian let her gown pool around her feet. Walter's breath caught in his throat. The contrast between her alabaster body and the dark thatch between her long slim legs aroused him to madness. Chest heaving, he dropped to his knees. "Open, my love, open wide for me..." Walter had never taken their love play this far before. She hadn't permitted it because she'd been afraid of doing something too intense. "You can't..." She breathed unsteadily. "I have to..." He countered, forcing her thighs wide. "Brace yourself, my love." He draped her legs over his shoulders, and stuck his face into her moist pussy, inhaling deeply of her sweet, musky scent. "Oh, god, baby...you smell delicious..." "But, someone will hear..." She trembled with breathless expectation, this new thing Walter was about to do made her insides quiver. He licked her pussy lips. "No one knows we're here, love." His whispered thickly, licking her some more, delving his tongue around and around her plump folds, sucking gently on her clit, and repeating the process again. Vivian almost lost her grip on the closet walls. Her thighs quaked on his shoulders; she wanted to squeeze his head to keep him there. His tongue thrust into her hole, sucking and stabbing, again and again. "Oh...oh...ohhhh..." She sighed as she climaxed, locking his head against her pussy with trembling thighs. Walter groaned rapturously, thoroughly enraptured by the rapid tightening of her vagina on his tongue. He thrust inside her, scooping out honey, and savoring it on his tongue, and then jabbed into her hole again, sucking and licking and nipping her swollen clit. She caught her breath as more violent shudders racked through her body. And Walter covetously siphoned her sweet nectar down thirstily. Vivian's energy was depleted; she couldn't hold herself up any longer so Walter stood up and took her into his arms. Her sweet nakedness was too much for him, his dick was so rigid, his only thought was to fuck her, to get inside her and let her pussy squeezed life out of his cock. He opened his fly and freed his penis. He rubbed it against her saturated pussy, trembling with urgency to get inside her. He began to jab into her, desperate for the relief her warm sheath would provide. Vivian's sexual stupor swiftly dissipated when his cockhead began to stretch her opening. "S-Stop, Walter." She whispered anxiously, "Y-you said you wouldn't—you promised!" "Let me....just for a moment, love...a moment..." He panted, pushing until his fat helmet just about disappeared inside her opening. "No, no, no...stop, stop!" Vivian beat frantically against his chest, afraid that if he continued on like he wanted she would take him in willingly. Even in a lustful haze, Walter responded to the panic in his sister's voice. Drawing in deep, harsh breaths to gain the tremendous willpower he needed, he grasped her hips with trembling hands and forced himself to become motionless. Every fiber of his being demanded he thrust, that he take her the way they both wanted him to. The entrance of her vagina pulsed and seeped around him—a siren's call for his starving cock, seductively pulling him in—totally at odds with her words and actions. But she was afraid; he could hear it in her voice. He didn't want her to be afraid of him—of them. Struggling tremendously with his primal instincts, Walter withdrew his dickhead from his sister's pussy. "I'm sorry, my darling," his voice was hoarse and thick with desire. Vivian's pulse raced and her nipples stiffened to hard points in answer to her brother's voice. No. No. No. She thought, frightened. I was right to stop him. This cannot go on. After long, excruciating moments of reigning in his lust, Walter sighed shakily, "Come, darling, we should dress." Refusing to entertain feelings of regret, Vivian reached for her panties and pulled them on. Walter straightened his clothes and buttoned his fly, and then he helped his sister with her evening gown. He should not have let himself get so carried away. The closet of one of his father's associates was hardly the place to claim his mate. Vivian was having other thoughts. It was time to bring a halt to this madness that had them in its grip. It was too dangerous. "Walter... I-I want to stop. I want us to stop. We should not do these things. It-it's not right. Father would die if he were to find out what we've been up to." "I can't help wanting you, my love, and I won't stop. I can't." Still smoldering with the need, Walter reached for her, but she evaded his grasp, darting quickly out of the closet. "Yes, you can and you will because... because I won't do it any more." She didn't wait around for a rejoinder. She swiftly scurried back the way they came. Walter had been terrifyingly close to completing a forbidden act. They were playing with fire, arrogantly believing they could enjoy each other without intercourse, but it's becoming too risky. Fear had motivated her to stop him tonight, but fear was not as powerful as it had been in the beginning. They can't afford to engage in their games any more, because if they did... Vivian paused to look into a mirror hanging on the wall, and was nonplussed by the glowing creature staring back at her. And, again, the stark realization of their near miss overwhelmed her. They had been so very, very, close to doing the unthinkable. She still felt the burn of her brother's cock between her legs, and it made her ache for him. She powdered her nose, fixed her lipstick and patted her curls in place, and then quickly continued down the hall, almost colliding with her brother again as he rounded the corner. His determined gait spoke volumes. "Vivian—" "No, Walter." She said stubbornly. "I'm going back to the party." She will have to find a way to put some distance between them. Midnight Swim Giving her brother the cold shoulder was not and easy task. Her newly awakened body desired him constantly. She thought about him endlessly-- his hot breath against her neck, his hands on her breasts, his mouth...down there... She missed his big body surrounding hers at night. But she refused to invite him to her room. She had to stick with it. Vivian hurried down to dinner. Although she refused to play love games with him, she still wanted to see him; she needed to hear his voice, to see his face. But, to her dismay, Walter had become scarce these past few days. And he's been acting mysterious, as if he was hiding something from her. She didn't like when there were secrets between them, especially now that they've been intimate. Whatever he was withholding, she planned to drag it out of him tonight during dinner. He was putting his fedora on when she reached the last step. "Where are you going?" She asked, frowning at him suspiciously. He was dressed for an evening out. His dark blue tailored suit hung perfectly on him; impeccable tailoring emphasized the musculature of his solid frame. She peeked at his crouch and remembered how huge his penis was. Her stomach flip flopped when she recalled their closet adventure. "I, my dear sweet sister, have a date." He announced with a sexy smile on his lips. Vivian eyes flashed. "A date?" She was instantly jealous, although she would not have him see it—or admit to it to herself, for that matter. "But father's home early, and Mrs. Quinn's prepared our favorites—" They often shared dinner with Joseph on days he's able to join them. The family business demanded most of his time. "Ah, there you are, Walter." Joseph said, emerging from his study to join them in the foyer. "Well, Walter... you're quite the thing, isn't he Vivian? I'm sure Mildred will be pleased to have you as an escort tonight, son." "Mildred Pemphrey?" Vivian asked in a raised voice. Mildred was exquisitely beautiful, and she knew it, too. Many broken hearts hung about her neck. Besotted suitors gifted her with expensive jewels at every opportunity. Vivian was afraid Walter might fall under her spell as well. "The same." Walter answered in a chipper tone. "But she's a... well, she's a-a collector. She'll hurt him, father." "I think, dear Vivian, it will be Walter who will do the collecting. I wager he'll capture that beauty's heart in no time at all." Joseph glanced over at his son. "She will soon be yours for the taking, son." He predicted proudly. "Thanks... but I have me sights on capturing another's heart." Walter looked at his sister with a glint in his eye. Vivian stuck her nose in the air, projecting a message of a complete lack of interest. What do I care if Walter goes out on a date with Mildred? I don't care who he dates. He can date the entire state of Connecticut if he wants to. I don't care! "Nonsense, Walter," Joseph said, patting his son on the back, "Miss Pemphrey's just right for a man of your stature." Walter grimaced, slightly. He didn't want his father to get ideas. "Father—" Joseph misread his son's expression. "Don't worry, son, she's yours. You'll see. Now, you mustn't keep your lady waiting." He said, waving him on his way. "Yes, Walter," she agreed unpleasantly, glaring daggers at her brother, "it's really quite rude of you to keep Miss Pemphrey waiting. She may well expire from the inexcusable slight." Walter lifted an amused brow. "We can't have that now can we?" Vivian was about to deliver another dart but Joseph spoke first. "Quite right, Walter," he laughed, "it would be a travesty to upset such a delicate flower, so get on with you, the woman of your dreams awaits." Walter knew his sister wasn't as indifferent as she tried to appear; the rapid pulse in her neck gave her away. "I believe I shall. I refuse to be the cause of that lovely creature's distress." "Ha!" Vivian snorted in disgust. Walter smiled. There was a definite hint of green in her blue eyes. "Good evening, father, Vivian. Don't wait up." Joseph chuckled, he was extremely proud of his son's prowess. Vivian shot a nervous glance at her brother as he walked out the door. She wondered if she'd actually succeeded in her efforts to turn him away. But that is what she wanted, wasn't it...? To save them both from the devastation of incestuous sex. ***** It was past midnight and Walter hadn't returned from his date yet. Vivian anxiously circled her dark room, checking the windows every so often to see if her brother's car was in the driveway. She tried to calm herself with a book, a cup of warm milk, and counting sheep, but it was no use. She won't be able to rest as until Walter comes home. Giving in to her restlessness, she decided a few laps in the pool would do her good; perhaps the exercise will tire her out. The outdoor pool was situated at the back of the mansion. She walked across the grass to the huge kidney shaped pool. She took off her negligee and dropped it on the back of a chair. The marble was still warm from the heat of the day. Not wanting to chance her father waking and ending her fun, she decided to forgo the diving board, diving from the poolside instead, slicing through the water cleanly with little or no splash. She immediately began her laps. The tension she sought to dispel only become worse, her repetitive movements allowed her mind to drift back to her brother and Mildred—Mildred with the vibrant red hair—Mildred with her stormy eyes of grey—Mildred with the perfect figure—Mildred, Mildred, Mildred. Will the red-head's beauty bring him to his senses? And what if he makes love to her? Will his feelings for her be forgotten? Twenty laps did nothing for her; she continued swimming. She'll get the image of her brother making love to Mildred out of her head if she had to swim all night. Walter sat in the chair holding her negligee in his hands, watching her glide through the water...waiting. He had complete knowledge of her routine, having observed her on numerous occasions, and knew exactly where she'd exit the pool. And she did just as expected. Hoisting herself out of the water, her naked body gleaming in the moonlight, she sensually stretched, then gather her long stresses and to wring out the water. Walter's heart drummed powerfully in his chest as she moved nearer, gliding gracefully towards the chair where she'd left her nightgown, and then freezing when she noticed him sitting there. "Hello, darling..." he said as he stood up, his admiring gaze skimming over her body. "Walter! What are you doing here?" She snapped, her heart racing. She was secretly pleased that he was home and out here with her. "Give that to me!" She tried to grab it, at which point, he shoved it behind his back, out of her reach. "Do you know how unbelievably desirable you are in the moonlight, Vivian." He said in a deep voice. Her breasts became uncomfortably full and taut; she hastily wrapped her arms around her. "D-Don't look at me like that." She whispered, shivering from the cool night air. "I-I want my gown... give it to me." Walter's eyes glittered in the moonlit darkness; she could see the state of his arousal as he approached her. "Raise up your arms, love." He said softly. His voice sent tingles all the way to her toes. "W-Why?" "I want to help you..." Vivian knew that her state of undress, in addition to his nearness, was not a safe combination for either of them right now, but... Heart thumping loudly in her ears, Vivian slowly uncovered her breasts, and lifted her arms above her head. Walter drew in a sharp breath. "Ahhh... look at you..." he whispered. His dick jerked in excruciating need. I could take her. He thought, with and edge of desperation. I could lie her out on the grass and force my cock inside her. I can make her accept me. She wanted it. She wanted him; he could smell fragrant juices oozing from her pussy. But he wouldn't take her—not like that. "W-Walter..." she breathed warily. Vivian trembled under her brother's predatory gaze. She had no doubt he wanted her. His elegant trousers were noticeably expanded at the crotch. Vivian blushed as a dark spot appeared on the cloth. She abruptly realized semen had seeped from dick's slit. She closed her legs tightly together to stem the frantic fluttering of her vaginal walls. "Walter...my gown—" Clenching his jaw for much needed self control, he slipped the garment over her head, but before it could be allowed to hide her delectable body from him, he leaned down and latched onto a beaded nipple, sucking it strongly into his mouth while rubbing and pinching the other one. Vivian gasped as warm juice slid down her thighs, the heat of it felt more keenly because of her chilled skin. "S-Stop, Walter..." she panted, stumbling out of reach. "I-I told you—there's nothing more between us." In Name Only: Cruel Deception His jaw tightened as he stared into her eyes. "Stop lying to yourself, Vivian, you want this, and so do I. And there is more, darling... there will always be more between us." The long and excruciating wait for him to return came to the forefront of her mind. "I'm sure Mildred would disagree with you, brother." She said stiffly, letting the gown cover her nakedness. Walter eyes narrowed. "Mildred has nothing to do with this." He stated harshly. But Vivian's jealousy needed venting; her eyes flashed blue fire, "Is that why you're out here with me... because she wouldn't let you make love to her?" She asked him angrily, her voice rising. "Well, is it?" "No, it—" "Well, that's too bad for you, Walter, because you're not going to make love to me either! I hate you!" She kicked his shin and winced as her bare foot met iron. "Ouch!" She hissed, glowering at him while she rubbed her foot. Walter reached out to help her. "Come sit—" "Leave me alone!" She snapped furiously, bristling with jealously and some pain, she limped her way back into the house. Walter was irritated by her theatrics, but he was also pleased. Jealousy was good. It'll help him in the long run. She can fool herself but not him. She wanted him—she wanted him as desperately as he wanted her. The Grand Ball Walter shadowed her, roaming about the fringes of the crowded room, positioning himself wherever she happened to be. She looked striking in a gold lamé dress. Her dark hair shone in the lights, her smooth white shoulders and generous breasts created a full and tempting cleavage. It angered him to watch her dance with man after man. He'll cut down any bastard whose hands stray one inch from what's proper. Vivian surreptitiously kept an eye on her brother as she danced with a new partner. She didn't care for his skulking around the room like an angry wolf, picking off suitors before she could engage them in conversation. How was she to find a husband with her overbearing brother consistently impeding her progress? She stole another glance at him, her heat skipped a beat. He was so supremely male. His masculinity was felt acutely by her and every woman in the room. Even the married ladies cast more than few inviting looks his way. But he seemed oblivious to everyone but her, and, secretly, it thrilled her, but they were not alone, they were in a public forum and she was concerned that his overly possessive attitude would cause talk. "You're very beautiful tonight, Vivian." Her partner said, claiming her attention. "Thank you, Linton." She said, smiling into his flushed face. She caught a glimpse of her brother's face as Linton whirled her around. He looked...dangerous. She shivered. "May—" his voice cracked, he blushed and cleared his throat. "May I sit with you at dinner?" "Oh, I'm sorry, Linton, but I've already promised Gerald and Neville a place." His young face fell, he looked so dejected Vivian swiftly added, "But I'll save you another dance." Instant adoration was her reward. "Gee, thanks, Miss Ellison!" He beamed. And feeling a little less intimidated by her beauty, he boldly pulled into his lanky form. Vivian turned away, giving Walter her back as she and Linton continued their dance. Walter glowered at them. Her show of defiance added fuel to the fire, his jealousy was at an all time high. And Linton held her too damn closely. Before he knew it, he was beside her, snatching her out of the young man's arms. "This one's mine, Linton." Abandoning all decorum, Walter drew her tightly against his body. Linton stumbled out of the way with an infuriated, "Hey!" Vivian had just enough time to smile at him apologetically, before Walter twirled them away into the thick of the dancing crowd. She swallowed, and glanced around the room to see if anyone noticed Walter's highhanded, and unbrotherly like behavior. She breathed a little easier when she realized no one watched them. "Walter, I've had enough of this-this-this—you!" She whispered fiercely. "I'm here to find a husband, remember? How am I to do that if you keep plucking me away from all the good prospects?" Walter fixed her with a determined look. "You're not marrying any of them, Vivian...and you know it." His eyes darkened as they landed on her cleavage. So plump and white, he could almost taste them. Vivian trembled; her nipples extended to yearning peaks. "I don't know anything of the kind, Walter." She replied, stiffly. "And once this dance is over, you will kindly leave me alone." Walter his eyes glittered dangerously, "When this dance is over, Vivian, we will dance another, and another, and another, until the very last song is played and I take you home." He said, pulling her even more snuggly against him. "Have I mentioned how absolutely captivating you are tonight, my love?" A lovely blush darkened her cheeks. "Stop it, Walter...people will see...a-and father will be disappointed if we are fighting." He loosened his grip, but only just, he still held her tight against his cock, which jumped eagerly against her stomach. "And I don't want to feel your-your thing... Let me go." He was so stiff and hot, she became warm and excited against her will. He deliberately kissed her delicate neck and smooth shoulders. "Never, my love." He answered softly. "For heaven's sakes, Walter. s-stop it." She hissed, nervously perusing the room once again."Someone will see." "I'll stop..." he said thickly, "if you promise to dance your remaining dances with me." "B-But, I can't... it's not done. I-I must dance with others..." Vivian said, dismayed. "It's me and no one else, Vivian." He whispered harshly, his hard arms locking her in his embrace. He meant it. He intended to keep her with him for the duration of the ball. "Walter..." she bit her lip, "I'm willing to compromise. Say...three dances?" "No, Vivian, that just won't do." he said tersely. He maneuvered her out the veranda doors, and backed her into a dark corner on the side of the building. "What are you doing, you idiot, someone may be watching us." She whispered, wrenching out of his arms and kicking him soundly on the shin—she was fortunate to have heels on this time around. Walter grunted but refused to be denied. "You've left me little choice in the matter, my love." He grabbed her and captured her lips. "Kiss me back, darling." He breathed hotly into her mouth. Vivian's heart thudded heavily in her chest, she gave in to her need, kissing him back hungrily, missing his lips, missing his touch. But Walter would have more. He unzipped her bodice and let descend around her slim waist. She shivered as her breasts met the cool night air. "Walter..." She complained weakly, attempting to pull it back up. But he pushed it down, bent her over his arm, growling as her creamy globes and dusky nipples met his smoldering gaze. "You're incredible...." He rasped, and then he leisurely licked around and around her areolas, then sucked the taut tips into his mouth, one and then the other...biting sucking, licking. Vivian's core clenched painfully and she became afraid, it was too much, she began to fear what they might do here, out in the open. "Stop, Stop!" She panted, pounding his arms. "Someone will see!" He knew she was right, and he relented, he didn't want to be discovered. She was so enticing, he'd given in to his lusts. He licked her puckered nipples once more, and then refastened her gown. "Don't provoke me again, Vivian," he said, ominously, "I am a very jealous man where you're concerned—" "Ha!" Vivian scoffed, thinking of Mildred. "— I can't guarantee that I won't fuck you the next time you do." Vivian's mouth dropped open in outrage. "You have a filthy mouth, Walter! You and I will never do that—Never!" She hissed angrily. "I am saving that for my husband, do you hear?" "You're everything to me, Vivian..." he said in deeply intense voice. "These parties are nothing—they mean nothing because you're not going to marry some freckled face boy just out of the schoolroom, not while I breathe." Her chin jutted out mulishly. "I will marry whom ever I choose!" Walter stared at her in disbelief. "You can't honestly believe I'd allow someone to take you away from me?" "Humph, that's exactly what I believe because you have no say in the matter." Vivian said, stubbornly. "Now, as I am sure my next dance partner is looking for me, I am going back inside." She tried to flounce off in a grand way, but he grabbed her arm. His hold was painful because of his turbulent emotions. She tried to pull away. "Walter...!" A muscle ticked rapidly in his jaw. "You'll dance with me and only me, is that clear?" he voice was thick and furious. He was tired of games. Vivian's eyes narrowed to slits. "You can't tell me what to do, Walter Ellison. You're just my brother—" "I'm much more than that, Vivian." He growled. He was on the verge of fucking her where they stood in order to prove his point. "—a-and you can't do anything to stop me!" She finished heatedly. "Let go!" She hissed, yanking her arm from his grasp. She turned her on her heel and stormed away. Seething with unabated lust and extreme jealously, Walter watched her stalk away, her sweet little ass swaying alluringly... beguiling him...enticing him... Enraged blue eyes promised retribution—sweet retribution. Tonight. Oaksberth As soon as the Ellisons entered the house, Vivian muttered a terse goodnight, to no one in particular, and then ran up the staircase to be alone. She was furious with Walter for his high-handed manner at the ball. Furious that they'd almost gotten carried away. Furious that they could have been seen. The scandal would have been the end of them all had they'd been caught. She stomped down the long hall to her room slammed the door shut. Joseph shook his head, sighing, "I believe your sister is displeased with us, Walter. Have you a clue as to why?" "I have an idea." Walther answered absently as he, too, made to climb the stairs. His big body vibrated with anticipation. His cock was as hard as wood, and ready to burst out of its unyielding confines. She will be his tonight. He'd be gentle but unrelenting in his taking of her. "I'm going to bed." "Not yet, Walter," Joseph said. "Come into my study, I need to speak with you." Muttering a curse under his breath, Walter spared the top landing a quick glance, and then reluctantly followed his father into the study. "Can we make this quick, father, I'm rather tired." Joseph studied his son. Walter's dark, good looks were the dreams of many willing young ladies, but his son rarely courts. He'd hoped Mildred would light a fire in him, but Walter hasn't mentioned her at all since that night. Now that he thought of it, Walter hasn't had a woman at Oaksbeth since... well, since that brunette two years ago. What was her name...? Jean? Joan? He couldn't remember, but she'd been a real looker. Joseph had even caught a glimpse of her au naturel —quite by mistake mind you, but what a sight she'd been. His cock had hardened painfully as he watched her pleasure herself. She'd opened her sleek white thighs and slid her long slender fingers in and out of her pussy like a seasoned whore, while Walter watched from the sidelines. What a lovely sight she'd been. Her long dark hair and slight frame had reminded him of his sister, but that soon changed. Her loose character and common speech squashed all resemblance between them in his mind. "Take a seat, son." Joseph dropped into in his big leather chair, and waited for his son to do the same. Walter grudgingly took the chair situated in front of his father huge desk. "What do you want to talk about at this late hour, father?" "Walter... I happened to overhear young Linton's ire at your strong arm tactics on the dance floor this evening." Joseph gazed intently at his son. Walter stiffened. "Oh?" "I observed you as well, son. You chased every eligible suitor away." "Yes." Walter said, impassively. "Why?" Walter was silent. He wasn't sure how to inform his father of his intentions. When his son was not immediately forthcoming, Joseph spoke again. "Son...I understand your protective instincts concerning your sister but...you must allow her to find a husband. She is twenty now and it is time for her to have her own family." Joseph shook his head, puzzled. "Why would you interfere with her efforts of making a good match?" His whole being rebelled against the very thought of her with another man. "She has found her match, father." Walter declared, meeting his father gaze unflinchingly. "She has...?" Bewildered, Joseph's brow puckered for a second, but then a happy and relieved smile broke out on his handsome face. "Well... well...that's that then, isn't it?" He chuckled, very pleased with the news. He couldn't wait to have grandchildren. A grandson, or two, would be an excellent addition the Ellison clan. "Why hasn't she told me?" he wondered. "Ah, she probably wants to make her old man suffer for forcing her to attend so many parties." he chuckled. "Well, that's just fine, as long as she's married, I will gladly endure any punishment she deems necessary." "I'm afraid she's chosen not to accept her fate." Walter informed him coolly. "But, I promise you, that is soon to change." "Not accept—? Son...whatever do you mean?" "She struggles against what is right for her." Walter said quietly, gazing intently at his father. "What's right—Walter, I don't under—" Joseph took a moment to really look at his son. Walter emanated great tension. Powerful tension... Sexual tension? He reluctantly peered down at his son's crotch. And, suddenly, as if a heavy curtain was ripped away from the older man's mind, he understood his son's cryptic words. His heart pounded laboriously in his chest, and a strange tingling sensation travel up his arm from his fingertips. "Good god, Walter..." he gasped, sucking in a vast amount air, "y-you can't mean to-to have sexual relations with your sister?" True horror colored his voice. He expected his father's horrified reaction. It cannot be easy to hear that your son intends coital relations with his sister. "I do." Walter said calmly. "And she will have me." For the first time in his life, Joseph Ellison became lightheaded; he slumped back in his chair, his terrified cobalt eyes fixed upon his son, easily recognizing the magnitude of his son intentions. But I've been so very careful. He thought, dread permeating his mind. All who knew are now long dead. His thoughts raced, searching for a word or an action that gave him away. There was nothing. Neither of his children knew they were the result of incest. He cringed as he recalled what he'd done to their mother, his beloved. Myra had been away at a girl's school most of her life, but after their parents died, he'd sent for her, demanding she fulfill her obligations at Oaksberth. Joseph had rarely laid eyes on her. She'd been a virtual stranger to him. But when she arrived at Oaksberth one spring day, an obsession had take root within him. He'd wanted her the moment he saw her. Everything about her compelled him to grab, to take, to claim, from her rich dark chestnut stresses to her small delicate feet. He'd been a man full of sexual vitality and hearty lusts. Myra's sexual allure had made him crazy for her, and her delicious scent fed the fire in his loins. Dreams of taking her became a nagging fixation , he badly needed to turn into a reality. He fought it; he really did try to fight it. There'd been women he used to dampen his desire, but the long, steady burn of excruciating need had taken its toll on him, and one day, the dam broke, and rushing waves of flaming lust overpowered his sense of right and wrong. His treatment of her had been abominable, and after years of submitting his greedy lusts, Myra fled Oaksberth, completely disappearing from his life. Joseph had been insane with grief and worry. He searched everywhere for her, but he never found her or the child she carried when she ran away. With two small children to raise, Joseph sought out and married a woman who loved children and loved him; it was she his children knew as mother. Myra would have wanted it that way. The incessant longing for his sister has never waivered; his dreams are, at all times, filled with images of her. But for the sake of his children, he learned to care for the woman he'd married—though he had never loved her—in order to give his children a normal family. But now, as he looked into his son's face, he saw himself, the same insane hunger has taken hold of him. However, he won't let Walter to make his mistakes. Sweat broke out on his upper lip, his face flushed with the intensity of his resolve. "I forbid you to touch your sister. Do you understand? I forbid it! I should have you arrested for even entertaining such vile notions!" Walter raised a brow at his father's dictatorial stance. He loved him, but he's well past the age of parental reprimands. "I'm sorry, father, but I cannot change. We were born for one another. I have no choice in the matter, and neither does she." Terrified of history repeating, Joseph shot to his feet, his knees almost buckling under his duress, he leaned on the mahogany desk for support. "Then I will take away your choice, damn you!" He shouted angrily, fear for his children's future made his deep voice shake. "You will leave this house at once! And do not come back until you have come to your senses! Is that clear?!" Walter's blue eyes were ice cold as he stared at him. Nothing in this world will stop him from claiming what belonged to him. He stood up and crossed room to the door, turning back he said, "I apologize for upsetting you, but know this is not the end of it. I will have her for my own, father." It will not happen. He will not allow it. Walter cannot be permitted to destroy his daughter the way he destroyed their mother. "Get out! Get out this instant!" his father roared, visibly shaking with overwhelming dismay. Walter didn't enjoy seeing his father so distressed. "As you wish, father..." Walter said quietly. He closed his father study door with a gently snap. As he passed by the staircase, he couldn't resist looking up. Vivian was on the landing, looking down on him with teary eyes. "Don't leave." She whispered, brokenly. "Please, don't leave..." It took enormous restraint for him not to run up the stairs and take her into his arms. "I'll be back." He mouthed; his eyes were dark with promise. The Storm "Father, will you please put down that newspaper and talk to me." Vivian said for the umpteenth time. Joseph had been avoiding this conversation for days. He didn't want to reveal what led to Walter's abrupt departure. She would be sickened if she were to learn what her brother planned for her. "Vivian, I haven't the time for a discussion—" Vivian slammed down her glass of orange juice. "I want to know what happened, father. Why did Walter leave?" "What you brother does is not your concern, young lady," he said, brusquely. "Finish your egg, and allow me enjoy my breakfast in peace." She didn't know why her brother left, she'd heard her father's raised voice and had come running to see what had upset him, but by time she got to the first landing Walter had been on his way out the door. "Where is he? When is he coming home?" She persisted. Joseph buried his head in his paper again, doing his best to ignore her. "Father, please...when is my brother coming home?" Joseph sighed, folded his paper and slammed down it on the table, and then he picked up his cup to take a long swallow of coffee. "Sweetheart, don't fret so. Walter has... has a few issues to work through. When he's better, he'll be welcomed home."