Melinda's Story Ch. 01

Chapter 1 -- Impersonation and the Agreement

I'm Jake, 23, and in my Senior year in college. My girlfriend Melinda was younger, 20, and a sophomore. At 5'4" with a stunning figure of slender curves, Melinda should have been way out of my league. Her pale skin seemed radiant in sun or moonlight, her long dark brown hair framing a face so naturally beautiful it belonged on magazine covers. Melinda had long sexy legs which were also exceptionally strong from running track and lifting weights in high school, along with a sexy flat tummy and a set of perky little breasts which suited her slender frame perfectly. Melinda was the love of my life, and I treasured every tender moment spent with her from first meeting her to getting to know her, the first time we made love, and everything in between, before, and after. Beyond how taken I was with Melinda, the depth of the relationship was something I had never imagined. I'd had no share of problems with the wrong women in the past, but with Melinda's love I had finally found the strength to put those memories to rest, effectively slaying the demons that haunted me. We had been dating almost a year when before I would learn the beast was not slain at all, but only in hibernating as it lay in waiting. It all started when I learned my brother had a crush, or rather a fantasy having to do with my Melinda.

I had stopped in at home Friday night, as I usually did on weekends I drove out to see my girlfriend to spend a few hours with my family before heading out to see her for the rest of the weekend. I had a good visit with my Mom and Stepdad. My brother Mike, as an 18 year old high school senior, still lived with our parents. Growing up we had hated each other. We had a long list of issues, most of them involving competition over women. There was a lot of bad blood in that past, but since moving out we were trying move forward and be brothers again, or if not that then at least be friends and respect each other. After everyone went to bed, Mike and I headed upstairs, breaking a bottle of whiskey out of my stash so we could have a few drinks and catch up.

We traded small talk as we proceeded to empty over half of the bottle. Being over 21, I had plenty of experience with alcohol and while buzzed was holding my own just fine. My brother on the other hand was starting to show just how intoxicated he really was. He bragged about the latest girls he had dated, or more accurately slept with. I told him about school and work, everything was good. Much more excitingly, I talked about how well everything was going with Melinda. It should have been impossible to not notice how my brother lit up as soon as Melinda's name came up, but I didn't think anything of it at first.

"How's the sex with her?"

I nearly spit out my drink. "You've been asking that since the first time I brought her out to meet the family." I laughed. "What makes you think I'm any more likely to share details now than I have been for the last year."

"I just wanted to know how she was in bed," he started, then stopped seeing the frown crease my features. "Wait, that came out wrong."

"So what exactly do you mean?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at my intoxicated brother.

"I meant you don't always have to be the gentleman. It's not like I don't know you're tapping that every time you go to see her." Mike shook his head and laughed. "She tells me everything the two of you do. Lucky bastard. What I wouldn't give for one night with her."

I suddenly realized just how drunk my brother really was, and what I had been ignoring for some time. Not only did he have a crush on my girlfriend, he was actively pursuing. Melinda was very shy about her sexuality; the only person she'd told anything to that I knew of was her roommate Sarah, who was a close friend to both of us. She would have to be extremely comfortable with Mike to share that kind of information. Perhaps it was insecurity, perhaps it was the past, or perhaps it was foresight, but I began to doubt things I'd noticed but ignored before. The way Melinda blushed and flirted around Mike could have been a crush, but seemed innocent enough. Melinda had asked a lot about Mike, much more than any other family member, even early on before meeting him. I knew they had traded email addresses at a family dinner, if not how often they talked or what about. Was there more to this? Jealousy flared. "Are you really going to pretend like you haven't been trying?" I growled.

My brother seemed to sober instantly as a panicked expression crossed his face. "Oh fuck, I..."

"Go on," I growled again.

"I swear I haven't done anything Jake. I've seen her sexy photos on her website. We chat if we happen to be online at the same time, but that's it." My brother shook his head. "I'd probably never tell you this if I wasn't so fuckin drunk, but damn your girl is so smoking hot. I've had this fantasy having a gothic girl. Not one of the rivet heads or leather bondage types, a beautiful gothic girl with soft pale skin who wears black dresses; someone whose beauty is gentle and feminine, and whose personality lights up the room."

"You just described my girlfriend perfectly."

"I know. The fantasy was always vague before you started dating Melinda. But since then it is always her." Mike sputtered. "Oh fuck dude, I think I'm gonna puke," he sputtered again before running out into the landing area that divided our rooms in the upstairs into the bathroom to one side.

[ --- ]

Curiosity got the better of me, and as soon as I heard the bathroom door close and the fan turn on, I made my way to his computer. I didn't try to get into his email, but I did check his internet cache. It looked like he was visiting Melinda's website frequently; more accurately either daily or multiple times a day. I bit my lip as I noticed his messenger was signed in but minimized in the taskbar. My heart nearly stopped as I maximized it and saw Melinda was online, and a message from her flashing in the tray waiting to be read. I clicked it open and read.

"Sorry to hear you and Alexis are fighting again, but something tells me you can get plenty of booty without driving 5 hours for it." The message ended with a wink.

I knew I should shut the PC down and walk away, but the memory of what had happened with Alexis and Sarah anchored me to his pc as my dark passenger whispered to me. The demon I had thought slain was awakening. What I was about to do crossed so many lines it was ridiculous, but Mike didn't seem to be coming back anytime soon, so I didn't listen to my conscience. I skimmed their message history briefly noting immediately that they talked a lot more than either had led on. What I could skim in 2-3 minutes looked like plenty of flirting but nothing concretely incriminating. I quickly downloaded the message history to a flash drive and pocketed it. After that I minimized his messenger and Melinda's message, going to check on him. I found Mike passed out over the toilet. Heart pounding, I made my way back to his room, and to the computer desk. There was no way I could skim, much less read all the history before he woke up and came back, but I had the flash drive, so I could do that later. Maybe there was another way I could figure out what was going on now, but it was an even bigger gamble and exponentially more wrong than what I had already done.

Sighing, I pull up Melinda's message and began to type a reply. "Mmmm, why drive 5 hours when what I really want is only 2 hours away," I sent, with a wink, making sure to misspell a couple words. If I haven't mentioned it yet, both Mike and I were in long distance relationships. Melinda lived 4 hours from me, with my family being conveniently located almost at the halfway point, so Melinda and Mike would be 2 hours apart. Alexis, Mike's on and off girlfriend for the last few years, was also located 5 hours away, but in a different direction.

After a pause of over a minute I breathed a sigh of relief. That message had crossed the line and Melinda wasn't going to reply. Deleting the message from history would have been obvious. Knowing Mike fantasized about Melinda and knowing from the brief skim of chat history that flirting was apparently normal between them, I thought the message was believable, something he might have sent when drunk. I could only hope he was drunk enough he wouldn't look at a clock after waking up and later compare that with the message time stamp in his history. I was starting to sign out when another message from Melinda popped up on the screen.

"Maybe you're right, I wouldn't mind seeing you. You know, Sarah is in-between boyfriends. Didn't the two of you hookup once or twice? She might be willing to help you out with your little problem. You could come out with your brother tomorrow if you want to find out."

"If I cum out, Sarah would only be an excuse," I typed, quickly adding. "I think you should be the one to, how did you put it, help out with my little problem?" I wished I could see the look on my girlfriend's face when I sent that.

"Mike, how much have you had to drink? Your brother would kill you if he knew you were talking to me like this."

I forgot how wrong this was for a moment, proud of my act. Melinda was totally buying it. The misspelled words, the cockiness, this was drunk Mike to a T. He would totally believe he had sent this when Melinda questioned him about it the next time they talked. "He might, but you like it."

"You caught me by surprise, but that doesn't mean I liked it," shot back Melinda's quick response.

I took a gamble. "You never had a problem before."

"You've never came on like this before." After a pause, Melinda added, "I like talking to you. It's probably walking a fine line, but it's flattering and fun to flirt with you and talk about some of the things we have." Melinda typed back. "But tonight you're way over the line. I'm not having sex with you. I love your brother and would never anything to hurt him."

I didn't write back for a minute or two, breathing a sigh of relief. Everything was good after all. Then the next message popped up from Melinda.

"Don't be mad at me Mike." After another minute passed, another message popped up. "Pretty please," it said with a wink.

I had my answer. Nothing had happened and nothing was going to happen; but I couldn't stop there. My hands weren't on the steering wheel, or rather the keyboard. It was the dark passenger was in control. "How can I be mad when I know you think about it too, and that you want it just as much as I do?"

"I shouldn't answer that." Melinda's message came across with a wink.

You know you wouldn't be the first girl we took turns with."

"Your brother would never go for that and you know it."

My heart felt like it was skipping beats as I typed back. "But you would?" I typed and sent.

"I really shouldn't answer that."

I knew Melinda; pushing her at this point would make her hesitate. Instead of waited. Sure enough after a couple minutes, the next message popped up.

"You have no idea Mike. I've had a crush on you too, and you're making me so horny talking to me like this."

"So, if I talk to Jake, and he agrees to bring me alone?"

"You're killing me." Melinda's response came back with a wink, quickly followed by another. "If you can convince Jake to bring you along, then you and your brother can take turns fucking me all weekend."

"I've wanted to fuck you since we met, feel those perky little breasts of yours mashing my chest and those sweet sexy legs wrap around my back as I shove all the way inside of you. Would you scream my name?"

"My god Mike, I'm so wet right now, you have no idea. I wish you were here. I would scream your name so loud if you were inside me right now."

"If I do cum out with my brother, who gets to fuck you first?"

"If you can talk him into it, you should definitely cum find out!"

"Nice as that sounds, you know he'll say no."

"Then as much as I feel bad about offering, but maybe you should cum out the weekend after. Sarah always works Friday nights so no one would know you were here. Oh god I've waited so long for this; I need to feel you inside me."

For a moment I couldn't see or hear anything except for the beat of leathery wings and the scrapings of talon and tooth as my dark passenger broke free of the prison I had created for it with a blood curdling roar.

After a moment another message came across. "I can't believe I said that. Forget I said that and delete the history now Mike."

"I already did." I lied. But then, I wasn't driving the keyboard and hadn't been for some time; it was the dark passenger whose hands were firmly on the wheel as I screamed from the back seat.

"Promise you deleted it?" Melinda's message came back.

"Sure," I lied again. "I gotta go; think your boyfriend is up." My head was reeling as emotions swam and warred within me and I signed out without responding further. As my passenger led me, I unplugged his clock radio alarm and placed it face down. I didn't need him seeing what time it was and comparing that to a timestamp on the chat history I had not deleted.

[ --- ]

It seemed lady luck was on my side on at least one way, because less than two minutes after I had set my brother's instant messenger to invisible and left his computer desk to walk across the room and refill my drink, he walked back into the room, seemingly feeling a lot better than earlier.

"How long was I passed out?" He grumbled.

"5 or 10 minutes," I lied. It had been close to 45, most of which I'd spend online, my dark passenger trying to seduce my girlfriend while logged in as him. Normally the shame would have doubled me over, but not when the passenger was driving. "That's what you get for fantasizing about and trying to fuck my girlfriend."

"Wow," Mike said after an uncomfortable pause. "I shouldn't have said all that stuff earlier, and I shouldn't be thinking about your girlfriend like that. I promise nothing happened and that I wasn't trying to make anything happen, but I'll stop talking to her." Mike paused for a moment and smiled, a dead giveaway he was about to say something awful, extremely funny, or usually a combination of the two. "I'll even find a different gothic girl to fantasize about."

I breathed a sigh of relief as this was exactly what I wanted and needed to hear. I knew at that moment that I truly did have my brother back; all the bad blood between us had run its course and been forgiven. Yet after the impersonated conversation with my girlfriend, my dark passenger wouldn't give up the reigns easily.

"You have no idea how much I appreciate that."

"No problem man, don't even mention it. Someday if I ever fall in love be sure to return the favor, okay?"

I knew it was a pivotal moment in the conversation. This was a perfect solution that ensured Melinda and I could maintain a pure and healthy relationship. All I had to do was let it go. But I couldn't.

"You know your girlfriend wants him as much as he wants her now," the passenger whispered, "just like you know he'll fuck her so much better than you ever could. Don't you want that for Melinda? Writhing in his arms, screaming with pleasure, completely satisfied."

"Damn, have another drink bro."

"Sorry?" I muttered, wondering how much of the conversation I had missed.

"Where did you go?"

"Fuck Mike, I really appreciate it," I started before he interrupted me.

"I said don't worry about it man," Mike started, but he paused seeing the look in my eye.

"That's just it; the thing with Melinda isn't quite that simple. Fuck, I don't even know how to say this."

"Then out with it," he gestured, looking confused.

"I'm giving you a free pass with Melinda. You want her so badly, here's your chance to make your move. I'm not backing off, she's still my girlfriend. But, if you can get her to go for it, you can have your fantasy. If she doesn't, you have to back off and forget we ever had this conversation."

Mike stared at me, utterly dumbfounded. "Why would you do this? I know how you feel about her."

What the fuck was I doing? The only sane response was to accept his offer to back off immediately. But I didn't. I sighed, ignoring the reasons my dark passenger whispered and leading with the pure reason that had sparked my curiosity to begin with. "It's because of how I feel about her Mike. Melinda isn't like the others." I paused, voice shaking. How much should I tell him? How much did I need to tell him? With the alcohol running through my veins I probably elected to say much more than I would have normally. "You and I have done some pretty fucked up shit in the past; going after each other's girlfriend's or ex's." I put up a finger when my brother started to speak. "No, it's okay. None of that past matters now; it seems like a different life or at least a very insignificant portion of life. When I met Melinda everything changed. She's the only one that matters."

"That doesn't make any sense at all Jake," Mike muttered, still looking confused. "Everything you just said is a reason for me to back off."

"You've always one-upped me when it came to competing over women. I don't think you can this time, and I'm willing to gamble everything to prove it, because I need to know that Melinda's choice is me and only me." That had been my thought process earlier when Mike had initially confessed and I had been trying to find out if anything was going on. Initially, it might have even been valid. After what Melinda had said just a few moments ago, it was utter insanity. That was, unless I wanted him to fuck her. But that couldn't be possible could it? The dark passenger whispered that it was very much so.

"You're sure you want to agree to this," Mike asked, the cocky smile reappeared on his face.

"Positive," I growled as my brother stepped forward, holding out a glass. I filled it to the brim, eagerly. The drunker he got the more likely he would believe he had actually talked to Melinda when something came up or he looked at his message history. "Besides, do you really think you could find another gothic girl half as desire able as Melinda?"

"Of course not, but you better be sure about this," he slurred, the cockiness returning. "If we agree to this, the only way it ends is with me fucking your girl."

"That's the plan," the dark passenger whispered.

"You drink to that. I'll drink to you trying and getting shot down." I said gruffly, imitating my brother's cockiness.

"So," Mike asked, raising a cocky eyebrow. "What are the rules? I imagine you have some awful handicap for me?"

"No handicaps. One main rule; complete and utter secrecy; if you tell Melinda about our agreement, it's off. If anyone else finds out that you're making a move for her, or anything about our agreement, everything is off. If you hurt her, I will hurt you. If you try to take her from me, I damn well might kill you. If things go your way, it will be the best day, night, or maybe even weekend of your life, but that's all it is. She's still my girl and I'm the one who loves her. Are we clear?"

"Yeah," Mike said somewhat uncomfortably. Anyone with half a brain would be able to tell his brother wasn't completely okay with this. Mike may not understand the reasons but he did understand his brother had his own reasons for wanting to make this agreement. It seemed more like pride than validating a relationship, but that was Jake's choice and not Mike's concern. Melinda had never crossed any lines with him, but he had never really pressed her either. Something about the things she did say, as well as what she didn't, not to mention a few things that had happened in person that he had shrugged off as coincidence at the time made Mike pretty confident Melinda felt the same way about him as he felt about her. He'd been holding back with her for so long out of respect for Jake. All the caveats were fair; Mike could care less whose girlfriend Melinda was as long as he got to fuck her. "Now, for my rule."