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CHAPTER TWO

Melanie shimmied down the rope from the hay loft and wandered back to the large main house in a daze. Her body felt warm and tingly, and occasionally, darts of urgent need cut through her loins. The pretty blonde sixteen year old was flushed with desire. She looked incredibly sexy with her cheeks burning red and her sky blue eyes heated with carnal lust.

She went into the house and flounced up the stairs, hurrying down the corridor to her bedroom. She shut the door carelessly behind her, not noticing that it didn't completely close.

Then, she sat down on her canopied bed and thought about what she had seen. She couldn't repress the excited tremors that were rustling through her nubile young body. A stab of impatience flew through her. Why couldn't she do what Brutus and Dahlia did? After all, she was the most privileged, prettiest girl in the state. She knew there were dozens of boys dying to get into her panties, and even more importantly, she knew dozens of boys she would LIKE to get into her panties!

Melanie stood up and unzipped her dress, taking it off and folding it neatly, placing it on the back of a chair. Slowly, she took off her slip and brassiere and panties, and stood in the middle of her room, naked.

She walked over to the full length mirror on the side of her closet and stared reflectively at the image of herself. A surge of pride rushed through her. She had a voluptuous body. One that put Dahlia's to shame, even. Her flesh was pale and porcelain smooth, creamy and silken in texture. Her high, jutting breasts were firm and melon-shaped with large strawberry-red nipples. Between her luscious legs was a lambent triangle of golden hair, glistening in the sunlight that streamed through an open window.

Luxuriantly, Melanie drew her hands over the full aching globes of her breasts, squeezing them and rubbing the palms of her hands across the throbbing nubbins. Then, she ran her hands slowly down her body, across her soft, flat belly and along her hips, feathering her fingers through the silky, damp curls of her golden pubes.

She quivered with pleasure as her cuticles brushed over the swollen puckered lips of her mons veneris. She dug her thumbs into the petals of pink flesh and drew them apart, studying the sweet glistening jewels of her cunt in the mirror. Her clitoris was erect and quivering, and she lightly brushed the tip of her forefinger across the slick knob. A bolt of electric pleasure coursed through her loins and she gave an involuntary sob of delight.

A soft sigh of excitement rustling in her throat, she began to draw her fingers back and forth across the puckered lips of her vulva and over the slick cap of her joy stick. Remembering what she had seen in the barn sent darts of white hot lust through her loins and she hooked her fingers inward, probing the hot, oily interior of her furrow.

Her heart began to pound with excitement, and all her nerve endings seemed to be on fire. Gasping with lascivious anticipation, she darted back to the bed and flung herself upon it, lying on her back and throwing her legs wide apart. She brought both of her hands between her moist thighs and began to stroke her fingers over the slick mound, titillating her clitoris and sticking her digits to the first knuckle into her tight virginal chute.

Flickering flames of rapture consumed her loins and she began to toss about and moan aloud, bucking her hips and running her fingers faster and faster across her oozing quaking slit. Her boobs bounced becomingly, the nipples jutting and erect with desire.

Meanwhile, another member of the Wilkerson family was approaching the homestead. Jarvis Wilkerson impatiently spurred his steed onward, and Marmaduke, the big thoroughbred stallion with magnificent black and white markings neighed and galloped faster toward the stables. Jarvis was sweaty and tired from the long, grueling ride he had just finished. He had ridden a good twenty miles to the town of Tremberley and had a few drinks with some buddies at a local bar. Now, his senses were slightly dulled by beer, but his athletic body was in fine shape, aching deliciously from the work-out he had just had.

In his riding outfit, Jarvis was a fine looking figure of a man. The white breeches, flaring at the hips and tucking into leather boots, clung to his hips and crotch and ass snugly, outlining his bulging basket. His jacket was perfectly cut to fit his powerfully muscled contours, and his ruggedly handsome young face was tanned by the sun and flushed and damp with perspiration, his green eyes glowing with young life.

He leapt easily down from his steed and caught Marmaduke by the bridle, patting the froth-flecked horse on the neck and speaking to him in a soothing tone. Then, he led the horse to the barn and drew open the door.

As he led Marmaduke into the barn, Jarvis heard a frantic commotion and some whispering. He looked up in surprise and saw a rather comical sight. Brutus was frantically buckling his belt while Dahlia, dressed in a frock and blouse, looked terrified and in great disarray. The two black servants had just scrambled out of Marmaduke's stall where they had quite evidently been fooling around.

Jarvis forced himself to repress a grin and said sternly, "Brutus! What on earth have you been up to! Slacking on the job again?"

"Uh, no, Mister Jarvis, sir. I-I been tawking with Dahlia here about something," Brutus stammered lamely.

"Uh huh, I'll bet you have! Well, soon as you get your pants up, take care of Marmaduke, now, you here? And you, Dahlia! You better not let Dotty catch you fooling around like this while you're supposed to be working, or she's liable to kick up a big fuss!"

"N-No, sir, Mr. Jarvis, I-I won't, sir!" Dahlia gasped, near tears, and rushed in a frenzy from the barn.

As soon as she was gone, Jarvis guffawed loudly and clapped Brutus on the back. The black buck grinned sheepishly, looking down at his feet in embarrassment.

"You're one helluva lady killer, Brutus, my man," Jarvis said, "But if my dad ever finds out you're poking Dahlia, you'd better start hunting for another job. In another state!"

Brutus got serious immediately.

"You ain't gwana tell him, is you, Mister Jarvis?"

"Me? It's none of my affair who you're fucking, Brutus. Hell, I'd like to get into Dahlia's pants myself sometime! Just keep a low profile, that's all. It's pretty dumb to be fucking around in the barn in the middle of the day."

He handed Marmaduke over to the black man and winked at him before striding out of the barn. As he strode up to the house, thinking about the illicit liaison he had broken up, Jarvis grinned and felt a lazy tug of lust at his loins. Shit, he needed a good fuck himself! And Dahlia was sure a succulent peach of a girl. He'd known about his father and the mulatto wench for years. His bedroom was right next to his dad's, and virtually every night, he could hear Dahlia's moans and screeches of carnal pleasure and the loud squeaking of the bed springs.

He wandered through the house, looking around for his sister. She didn't seem to be about either. He frowned slightly. Well, maybe she'd gone over to Missy's house. He knew his daddy wouldn't like it if he found out Melanie was traipsing around without his permission.

Jarvis decided that he needed a shower. He tossed off his jacket and began unbuttoning his shirt as he mounted the stairs. He drew his shirt off, flexing his tired, sweaty muscles, and strode down the corridor toward the bathroom. On the way, he had to pass his sister's bedroom.

Jarvis might have walked right on by if he hadn't heard soft cries emerging from behind the partially opened door. Raising his eyebrows in surprise, he immediately stopped in his tracks and pushed the door open, not thinking that he was intruding on a private scene. What he saw made Jarvis' jaw drop and his green eyes smolder with unexpected passion.

His gorgeous sixteen year old sister lay sprawled on her bed stark naked, her legs spread wantonly apart, her hips lewdly bucking back and forth while her fingers worked frantically at her sweet, dripping pussy. Her eyes were closed, and little trilling noises of carnal delight escaped from between her full coral-pink lips.

It was the sexiest thing he'd seen in a long time, and Jarvis was paralyzed with lust and confusion. He knew immediately that it was wrong to lust after his own sister, but she was the sweetest, sexiest looking thing he'd ever set eyes on, and from the way she was responding to her probing fingers, she was also hot as a whore…

Melanie was so enwrapped in the whirling, heated sensations that had taken possession of her body that she hadn't even heard the sound of Jarvis' boots on the stairwell. But now, she suddenly sensed that there was someone in the room, perhaps because a draft had begun to blow through the opened door.

With a shock of startled fear, she opened her big blue eyes suddenly, and through her lust-clouded vision found herself looking into the smoldering eyes of her own brother.

"J-Jarvis!" she squeaked breathlessly, too shocked to make any attempt to cover herself.

Her lust-heated eyes drank in the sight of his heavily muscled, tanned torso and the conspicuous bulge in his trousers. She also saw the answering glimmer of lascivious excitement in his troubled eyes.

Quivering with passive excitement, her huge baby blue eyes fixed a pleading look on her big brother's face.

Jarvis stared at her, dumbfounded, and then took a deep breath, stepping quickly into the room and closing the door behind him. He turned the latch, and then walked slowly to the side of his sister's bed.

"Melanie, honey," he said huskily, sitting down beside her, "You've gone and blossomed into a young woman without my even noticing! Shit, honey, I must have been blind."

His burning green eyes raked over her trembling, translucent flesh, and he gently reached out and brushed his fingers over one of her pillowy bosoms, drawing it down and plucking at the ripe red nipple.

"J-Jarvis," Melanie whispered feebly, "D-Do you think we should?"

"I don't know," he replied hoarsely, looking at her, "Do you want to, honey?"

Melanie gave a ragged sigh and said softly in a quavering voice, "Yes! I-I really do!"

Jarvis nodded, his head reeling with excitement, unable to resist the temptation of his sister's luscious, beckoning body, and yet, unable to shake the nagging voice which told them that what he was contemplating doing was wrong. His heart pounded violently in his chest, and his loins seemed to be on fire. His rigid pecker stretched painfully against the tight material of his trouser leg.

He licked his lips, running his hand slowly over his sister's body, reveling in the sensation of her delicate, satiny flesh against the coarse skin of his palm.

"Melanie, have you ever done this before?" he asked softly.

She hesitated and then shook her head, biting her lip.

"Are you scared?" he said.

She smiled tremulously. "Yes, a little," she said, "But I want it more than I'm afraid of it. And, Jarvis, I know they all say it's wrong, but I'm so glad it's you who's going to introduce me to it! Really I am!"

Jarvis grinned down at her, his last lingering doubts evaporating into mist. Hell, a man would have to be a fool to turn down an invitation from a gorgeous virginal nymphet like that, even if she WAS his sister!

He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his hot breath burning into her face. Then, he crushed his mouth hungrily against Melanie's pouting ruby-red lips, kissing her hard. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as their teeth grazed together and his long wriggling tongue swarmed into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He rolled on top of her, his powerful, warm body bearing down on hers deliciously, and Melanie shuddered as she felt his strength rippling through his muscles. She could feel the hard, hot outline of his prick mashing against her belly, and her loins quivered and burned in excitement.

She ran her hands over his hard, sweaty back and down to his tight, small ass, encased in the material of his riding breeches. Her head was swimming with desire.

Jarvis pressed his mouth against his sister's slender throat, feeling the pulse there and inhaling her sweet perfume. He groaned in desire and began to rain hot kisses on her delicate flesh, worming his way down her body. He kneaded and manipulated her breasts gently in his big strong hands, flicking his thumb nails across the turreting nibs. He brushed his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly aureola. With a growl of satisfaction, he affixed his lips about the nipple and sucked greedily at it, catching the erect finger of flesh between his teeth and nibbling it gently.

Melanie purred in satisfaction, arching her back and gasping as darts of pure pleasure rustled through her. She was reeling with delight. Her beloved brother was making love to her! It was almost too good to be true! She ran her fingers through his light brown hair and pulled him urgently to her breasts, his sucking mouth sending shudders of hot pleasure through her body.

Jarvis moved on, dipping his face into his sister's deep cleavage, and then sucking on her other nipple. He eased himself down further, continuing his oral trek down her succulent body, leaving a trail of glistening saliva in his wake.

He paused briefly to dip his tongue into the hollow of her navel, and then gave a low groan of pleasure as he came in contact with her delicate pubic thatch. His heart thumping like crazy, he darted his tongue rapidly to and fro, tangling it in the silken hairs surrounding her puffy mound. He laved the quivering, moist outer lips of her cunt hungrily, pressing his tongue into the sweet, heady furrow and tasting her rich, honeyed juices. Hell, he could eat a young girl's muff forever and never get tired of the flavor and smell of it! Jarvis buried his face between his sister's thighs and mashed his lips and tongue against the slick, slippery flesh of her vagina, slurping and sucking hungrily.

Melanie tossed her golden curls from side to side gasping and whimpering in dazed ecstasy as shuddering sensations of pleasure more powerful than anything she had experienced before tore through her healthy young body. Each time her brother's tongue swished over the puckered, sensitized flesh of her cunt, a blast of heated rapture rippled through her loins like a jolt of electricity.

Jarvis ferreted out her small rigid clitoris and strummed it hungrily, dexterously wrapping the tip of his tongue around it and flicking it to and fro. Melanie's hips begun to buck up and down and a small scream flew from her throat.

"Oooh! J-jarvis! That's-that's so nice! Ooooh! Oooooh!" she gasped aloud.

Her fingers dug frantically into his head as he continued to relentlessly suck and kiss her quavering pussy. Jarvis ran his fingers over the sweet full lobes of her ass and squeezed them gently. Then, he moved his hands up between her legs. Catching hold of the dripping lips of her vagina, he peeled them back, revealing the glistening pink jewels of her cunt. Still strumming her aching clit with his tongue, he began to work two fingers into her cuntal furrow, slowly thrusting them back and forth and wriggling his wrist.

Melanie's eyes shot open and she gave a hoarse gasp of shuddering pleasure as she felt the stiff fingers slide slowly to the second joint inside her. Her sweet, furnace-hot crevice clutched hungrily at the intruding fingers, sucking at them lasciviously.

Jarvis groaned in delight. She was so tight and silken inside he nearly shot in his pants he was so turned on! It also didn't seem to hurt her any when he worked his fingers into her cunt. That was a good sign. Though he was only twenty, Jarvis was quite an expert when it came to ladies' bodies. He'd fucked more women than he could count; girls and mature women, whores and ladies of breeding, blacks and whites and Orientals. He'd popped a good many cherries in his time too.

He'd found that girls who had been athletically inclined were the ones who suffered the least from being deflowered. All the exercise they had done sometimes spontaneously broke the hymen, rendering it relatively easy for a guy to stick his prong into the girl for the first time. This physical phenomenon was apparently what had happened to Melanie, fortuitously for her.

Jarvis wasn't hung as big as Brutus, but, then, only about ten men in the entire State could rival the black stud's mammoth phallus. However, Jarvis was extremely well-hung. His cock measured a full ten inches in length when erect, and was incredibly thick around. This stupendous piece of anatomy had been inherited from his lusty father, who also was the proud possessor of ten inches of dickmeat. Melanie's mother had been a delicate, well-bred Southern belle, and her rude initiation to sex on the first night of her wedding had been a scarring experience, for Rhett Wilkerson had not been a gentle man. After the births of her children, which weakened her constitution considerably, she had become an invalid and had locked her bedroom door against her husband at night, causing him to seek sexual satisfaction elsewhere.

But Jarvis had not inherited his father's brutality. At least, he could be brutal at times, but his masculine hardness was tempered by a gentlemanly attitude inherited from his mother.

Now, he tongued his sister's cunt with avid excitement, keenly aware that he was quickly driving Melanie to the brink of orgasm.

Melanie's mind was whirling faster and faster. Something incredible, inconceivable, was happening to her. Hot flames licked around her loins, and each time her brother's tongue came in contact with her sensitized pussy flesh, a shock more intense than the last wracked her body. She was moaning wantonly now, incoherent exclamations erupting from her feverish lips. She clutched frantically at his head and began to churn her hips wildly against Jarvis' face, smothering him in slick, oozing pussy flesh.

He worked his fingers rapidly in and out of her tight, convulsing hole and sucked and slurped at her pussy lips and clitoris, enjoying her cries of passion.

Melanie threw back her head and uttered a piercing shriek of ecstasy. White hot bolts of sheer rapture enveloped her body as spasms rippled through her quaking loins. Jarvis moaned in delight as her hot juices splashed copiously on his darting, swishing tongue and he quaffed them eagerly.

Lifting his face, imbued with her sweet unctuous fluids, Jarvis stared up at his sister with smoldering green eyes.

She was shuddering in shocked ecstasy, her huge blue eyes gazing down at him, her trembling red lips parted and moist.

He scooted up until his face was level with hers and wrapped his arms around her middle, drawing her against his rugged body hard and kissing her hungrily on the lips.

Melanie shuddered with happy excitement as she tasted her older brother's hot mouth. Never had her body felt so wonderful! And she knew there was much more to come, much more sensual exploration for her to undergo. Her senses were aflame with curious desire and hunger. She drew her hands down the muscular slope of Jarvis' back and flattened her full breasts against his hard chest.

With a soft moan, she rolled over on top of him, pushing her brother onto his back on the bed and lying full length across his body. She gazed down into his face with glimmering sky blue eyes and began to shower him with warm kisses. She wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel.

She pressed her full, soft lips against his collarbone and moved her mouth across his heaving chest, reveling in the sensation of the hard belts of muscle that rippled beneath his taut, smooth flesh. She tasted the salty sharp flavor of his sweat, and it fanned her lust even more. With a mewl of delight, she feathered her small pink tongue over his hard brown paps, suckling them voraciously. Her hands stroked up and down the front of his body, exploring his hard contours.

Jarvis gave a low moan of contentment and locked his hands behind his head, gaping down at his lovely blonde sister as she licked and kissed his sweaty athletic young body.

Melanie moved her face over her brother's flaring lat and plunged her mouth into the hollow of his armpit, inhaling the pungent scent of sweat and tangling her tongue in the salty flavored hairs there. She traveled down his body, raining it with hot wet kisses, the tip of her tongue tickling his flesh and sending ripples of excitement to his throbbing loins.

She got to the belt-line of his trousers, and with deft fingers, unbuckled his belt and slowly unzipped his fly. She tugged impatiently at his pants, and Jarvis obligingly raised his hips to give her some help. She yanked them down about his knees with a soft sigh of satisfaction, greedily gazing at his crotch.

Jarvis was wearing a soiled jock strap which was lifted away from his body by a tremendous hard on. A couple of inches of rigid, tumescent manmeat thrust out from beneath the jock and quivered against his belly.

Melanie's eyes widened and she cooed in admiration as she saw her first dick up close. Were all men this big? She wondered, remembering how enormous Brutus' ramrod had seemed, even from a distance. Her pussy quivered in excitement.