Melinda's Story Ch. 02

Chapter 2 -- Melinda's Fantasy & the Passenger

I left the next morning, and the weekend was amazing with Melinda. My beautiful 20 year old girlfriend was hornier than I could ever remember her being, and we spent most of Saturday in the bedroom, making love until we were both so exhausted we passed out. I took her out to our favorite coffee shop hangout on campus, and we strolled through the villa before going into town for a nice dinner. Melinda brought up Mike, my 18 year old younger brother, several times over the weekend. I played along as if I knew they traded a few messages online, but none of the content. I was not surprised that she seemed to shy away from actually saying anything other wanting to know if we had been drinking Friday night. My passenger and all the darkness Friday's impersonation coiled within me to strike, but Melinda's presence and everything about the amazing vanilla relationship we had gave me strength to keep the demon at bay. This was the Melinda I knew, so happy and excited to be with me, and as always we had an amazing time no matter how we spent it. I knew I didn't deserve someone so amazing. It was almost cute the way she would attempt to bring Mike into conversation but quickly drop it; every bit as innocent as the flirting had been before I had gotten involved.

If I kept the dark passenger at bay, I couldn't totally ignore its whispers. I was struggling to reconcile everything she had said Friday night when she thought she had been talking to Mike, things which were so different from anything I had experienced from her, so out of character for the woman I had fallen on love with a year prior. I knew my girlfriend had a passionate side in the bedroom; so did I. We were a young couple and our sex life was as thrilling as the rest of the relationship. I definitely didn't know what to make of Friday. Whatever had gotten into her Friday night must have burrowed deep, because she was insatiably horny. We made love more over that weekend than we had in the last five visits combined, even making a few home movies with the HD video cameras and microphones I'd bought for us and setup in her bedroom. Beyond that, there was an edge to everything we did. I wondered how much that had to do with Friday night, and how much about this amazing woman was yet a total mystery to me.

Melinda woke me up Sunday with an incredible blowjob, and it didn't take long before we were passionately entwined. My girlfriend chose that moment, perhaps knowing I would be most vulnerable, to talk about my brother.

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"Ohhh, Melinda," I moaned as my girlfriend eased down against my cock as she stroked it, rocking her hips back and forth to brush my shaft against the sweet wet lips of her sex. I noticed a mischievous grin, and the same lustful gaze in her eyes I had seen all weekend. "What is it," I asked as she rocked back down.

"I had the strangest conversation with Mike Friday night." She said as she placed her hands on my chest and began to rock, beginning to take me inside of her."

I let out a slight moan at the beautiful sensation of Melinda's soft velvety pussy beginning to envelop my cock. There was no feeling in the world that compared to being inside her. Then her words registered. "Is this really the best time to be talking about my brother?" I let go of the firm grasp I had on her breasts.

"It's not like I haven't been trying all weekend. Besides, it's appropriate to talk about during sex," she said, continuing the motion.

"Ohh Melinda," I started, but barely caught myself. "How in the world is my brother an appropriate topic when we're doing this?" I pushed her slightly back as I asked.

Melinda was determined, having nothing of my half-hearted reluctance. She rocked her hips back and forth, sliding about halfway off my shaft before easing back down. She teased, not taking me all the way in. A slight moan escaped her lips before she continued. "It's appropriate, because someday, I want to be doing this with him too." Melinda moaned as she rocked all the way down, taking me all the way inside of her.

All thoughts of an appropriate response were gone as I savored the feeling. Before I could catch my breath or wits, Melinda leaned down on me, smashing her breasts into my chest as her lips met mine in a deep passionate kiss, continuing to rock her hips into me, picking up speed. "Ohh Melinda," I moaned when the kiss broke.

"Does it turn you on to imagine if you hadn't come out this weekend, I could be doing exactly what we're doing right now with your brother?" Melinda purred as she moaned.

My dark passenger screamed in the affirmative, and I lost control. Instead of answering I flipped her on her back, thrusting deep inside her. Struggling against the passenger for control, I couldn't answer so instead I leaned down and kissed her.

"I've wanted to feel you inside me so long," Melinda moaned as she wrapped her arms and legs around me.

I complied, thrusting deep inside my beautiful 20 year old girlfriend's heavenly pussy.

"Oh Michael," Melinda moaned.

Something inside me snapped as I thrust inside my girlfriend harder than I ever had before. I pressed my lips against her neck, hiding the tears and the lust in my eyes where she couldn't see.

"Oh yes Michael," Melinda moaned loudly, grapping my shoulders and pulling my body tight against her own. "You feel so good inside of me."

The bed shook beneath us as I pounded her sweet pussy mercilessly, each thrust entering her completely until I felt my balls slap against her. Melinda wailed and wrapped her legs around my back and her arms around my shoulders.

"Oh god Mike," Melinda moaned, beginning to shove her hips forward, meeting my thrusts so that our waists collided. "That feels so good. You're going to make your brother's girlfriend cum."

I felt my climax rushing to the surface when something happened that had never happened before. Melinda's legs began to shake as she met my thrusts, and then she clenched me tight and screamed, crying out my brother's name again. I felt the soft wet heavenly walls of her pussy contracting around my cock and pulled out immediately, spraying my seed all over Melinda's beautiful stomach and chest. Gazing down at the lustful look on my princess's beautiful face, I came as hard as I'd ever came in my life before collapsing next to her.

"Wow," Melinda purred after we'd both had a chance to catch our breath. "That was amazing."

"You're amazing," I whispered, leaning over and gently kissing her on the lips. "You came," I asked as I kissed her neck gently. I was so excited I had finally got her off that I momentarily lost sight of the taboo roleplaying that had led up to it.

Melinda nodded as I held her. She looked so peaceful and content; satisfied in a way I had never been able to give her until today. But there was fear in her eyes as well too, and after a moment she drew back from me and put her head down, hiding her eyes.

I held her for a long time, saving the satisfaction of our mutual climax. When her breathing had settled and I was sure her orgasm had subsided I took a deep breath and spoke. "I guess we should probably talk about what just happened." I shook my head, shaking deep inside me in attempt to pry loose the passenger loose. Leathery wings scuffled and I felt a sharp pain as if a talon dug in, but then it was gone. I was alone with my princess, my Melinda who I loved more than anything in the world. "You said if I weren't here right now, you could be doing this with my brother? What was that all about?" I said as calmly as I could manage, beginning to tremble despite best efforts.

"Oh fuck Jake," Melinda covered her eyes as she blushed. She turned fully away from me, and when I put a hand on her shoulder, she was trembling too.

I rolled Melinda back to face me, wrapping my arms around her, holding her against me as I looked deep into her eyes. I reached one hand to wipe away several tears. "Princess, what's wrong?" I asked as gently and tenderly as I could. Instead of helping, that seemed to make it a thousand times worse.

"Don't call me that right now," Melinda whimpered. "How can you even look at me after what I just did."

Any normal guy would be freaking out right now, and maybe I should have. But I wasn't normal. Whatever was going on with her, I had darkness inside of me too. Whatever had just happened, my own darkness had played a role in encouraging it on Friday night. "Because I love you," I said gently as kissed my girlfriend on the lips. When I pulled back she had a smile on her face, if a sad one.

"I love you too." After a pause she continued. "I don't even know what to say. I'm so sorry."

"We've been together a year. I'm not about to have our first fight after such an amazing weekend." I wrapped my arms around her and drew her to me. "I don't want anything taking away from your first orgasm either, but I do think we need to talk about this."

Melinda nodded.

"There's no easy way to say this. I need to know what's going on between you and my brother, and for how long." I already knew part of the answer, and would probably figure out the rest once I got back to campus and could examine in detail the chat log I had downloaded, but I couldn't exactly let on with any of that, so I started with what seemed the first logical question to ask.

"It's not what you think."

"I'm not sure what to think."

"I've never had sex or done anything with him. I've never even been around him except for the few times I've seen him with you.

"But you've thought about being with him. You want to." The way I said it was a statement, not a question.

"I've wanted to do things with him for a long time. I was attracted to him from the moment I saw his photo, and even more when I met him in person. I felt so bad when you told me about Alexis and Sarah, because instead of feeling sympathetic and hating him like a good girlfriend would, it only made me think about him more, how experienced he was and how much I knew he could please me if we ever had the chance."

"Does he know?"

"After Friday night he does. We've always flirted since we started talking, but he was really drunk and took it to a whole new level. I was so lonely after waiting 2 weeks to see you. I had a little wine and was sitting her in lingere after trying on a few pairs to see what I might surprise you with. I started rubbing myself just a little. By the time he messaged me, I was decently buzzed and extremely horny. The things he was saying really got to me." She paused, "I said some things I shouldn't have. I'd hoped he would forget and thought I had convinced him to delete the chat history, but he either didn't delete it or if he did, he remembered enough it didn't matter."

I already knew about Friday. I needed to get to the root of this and find out what had happened before my little impersonation stunt. "Slow down," I said as calmly as I could as my heart raced, "start at the beginning."

"He asked for my email address the first time I met your family. I had a little bit of a crush on him even then and was excited, but he didn't write, until I finally wrote him. We only traded a few emails, neither one of us saying much. About 3 months ago he must have found my website, because he added me on Instant messenger. I was so shy at first, but over time got a lot more comfortable with him. The flirting was always there, just not as intense in the beginning. Sometimes I let him watch my webcam when we talk, but I've never taken my clothes off for him. I think it was exciting for both of us to push the line, but we never crossed it."

"Were you on webcam with him Friday?" I asked, though of course I already knew the answer.

"No, I probably would have in that state, but luckily he didn't ask. I was wearing my tiny black lingerie; you know, the set that is your favorite. I've never let your brother see me like that. That would be as bad as undressing for him. The problem wasn't anything that happened Friday, it's what was said."

"So you've never invited him out, or told him you wanted to have sex with him?"

"Not before Friday," Melinda put her head down. "Everything was fine before Friday. It was just a stupid fantasy I never had any intention of telling him about, much less acting on. Talking to him and flirting with him teased the fantasy, but that was all I ever intended to do."

"We've talked about fantasies several times. You know I really don't have any except for you, but you do. You always have, but you were always afraid to tell me. This has to do with one of those, doesn't it?"

"You have no idea how much I love you for that, or how much I wish my fantasies and desires were so pure."

My fantasies regarding Melinda might have been pure, but my passenger's were anything but. Still, it wasn't the time for that, so I didn't say anything. "Go on princess."

Melinda nodded slowly. When she began to speak, it was in a soft voice as if from far away. "It started a long time ago. Back when I was in high school I was friends with two brothers, Jeremy and Josh. I hung out and talked a lot to both of them, sometimes with one or the other and sometimes all together. The more time I spent with them, the more I wanted it to be more than it was. But it wasn't normal or natural. I didn't just have a crush on one of them, I wanted them both. Every little thing either one of them said took on new meaning; every time I saw them, I wanted something romantic to happen. But I knew if anything happened with one, it would push away the other, so I held back too. A while into our senior year everything began to change. We were all 18 now and young adults looking at what colleges we would attend and setting the course for the next chapter of our lives. I think we realized that whatever this thing was between us, it might not last, and that added urgency to what we all felt. It became pretty obvious Josh and Jeremy both liked me, but I couldn't make myself choose one over the other, and began to feel awkward if I was alone with one of them. Then one day we were hanging out at my house, all 3 sitting on my bed joking and laughing when Jeremy kissed me. I was so excited, but terrified at the same time. When we stopped kissing, Josh leaned over and kissed me. At that moment I knew I didn't have to choose! It was my first real sexual awakening, and I was on fire. I was kissing both of them, going from one to the other and both of them had their hands all over me stroking my legs through my jeans and grabbing my breasts through my shirt. It was such a perfect moment. We had all danced around each other for so long afraid to make the move, but finally it had happened, and I didn't even have to choose between them. I was a virgin so I was a little scared when they took their shirts off, but I knew there would never be a more perfect moment. I wanted to lose my virginity to both of them." Melinda stopped suddenly.

I waited as my girlfriend breathed heavily and sighed next to me. When she had calmed down, but did not continue, I prompted. "I thought you had only been with one man before me?"

"We didn't have sex," Melinda continued. "Eric got home early from wrestling practice. You've been to my Mom's house and seen my old room. My bed's right next to the window, which looks out on the driveway. He saw enough of what was going on to freak out. He made a lot of noise coming in the house, knocking stuff over and yelling. Jeremy and Josh freaked out. They were trying to get dressed when he kicked in my door and came barreling into my room, chasing them off. He gave one of them a black eye, and screamed at me after they were gone, calling me a whore. I've never seen him so mad. I cried for days, so embarrassed and ashamed. That was the end of that; Eric and his buddies on the wrestling team started really picking on Jeremy and Josh at school. They wouldn't have anything to do with me after that. Somehow word got around at school, only the rumors were that Eric had gotten home after I'd finished having sex with both of them instead of before, and that they had both been fucking me, separately and together, since we started hanging out. Everyone was so cruel, but the worst part of it all, was that I wanted more than anything for all the rumors were true. I tried to push everything from my mind, but the more I did, the more it was there."

"The two brothers from your story; you felt the same about them." I had a sinking feeling in my stomach, feeling sick. Even the passenger stayed quiet; this wasn't part of his thing either. "Do you feel the same about Mike and I? Do you love him?"

"Hell no," Melinda burst out, slapping my chest playfully. "I don't think I loved Jeremy and Josh either. I really liked both of them, and I was just starting to become a woman. I was horny and wanted to know what that was all about. As far as feeling the same way about both, that was just the way the fantasy started. I dated again later in high school, and after starting college before meeting you." Melinda paused before adding, ''just one at a time, never brothers."

"But each time you had your eye on your boyfriend's brother?"

"Not every time. Some of them didn't have brothers, and some of the ones that did I wasn't attracted to in the least. My fantasy changed, and it was actually a lot hotter when the brothers weren't equal, when I cared a lot about my boyfriend but had a strong physical attraction to his brother."

"Like Mike and I?"

"Oh my god, you two are the ultimate incarnation of my fantasy. I've never loved anyone the way I do you, and I've never longed for anyone physically as strongly as I do your brother," Melinda paused, "except you."

"But you don't love him?"

"Stop Jake, seriously," Melinda said with an agitated laugh as she punched me in the arm. "He's not my type. If he wasn't your brother, and he wasn't so damn hot, I wouldn't be interested at all. He's totally different than anyone I've ever dated. Maybe that's part of the physical attraction, but if we weren't together I would never give him a second thought. It's a physical crush." Melinda paused, as if choosing her words carefully. "I want to have sex with Mike, but I don't care to get to know him, and certainly don't want to date him."

"But you talk to him all the time."

"Jake, we flirt and talk about sex. Wait, wait, that came out wrong. We tease each other. It's been like that from the beginning, always a game of chicken with both of us inching up to the line without quite crossing it." Melinda put on a pouty face. "Yes, we've talked about sex a lot, but never in the context of him and I doing things. It's always been about things we like, things I've done with you, or things he does with Alexis when they're together."

"Until Friday night?" I asked, wondering how much she would tell me.

"I told you I was drinking wine; a little buzzed, insanely horny, and missing you. I was hoping you might come online but your brother showed up instead. He told me how he wanted to fuck me, and that he had since we met. I resisted at first, telling him he couldn't talk to me like that. I told him I loved you and would never do anything to hurt you, but it didn't stop him."

"But you didn't tell him you didn't want him?" After Melinda nodded and gave me a confused look, I added, "Mike would have caught onto what you didn't say as much as what you did. He's very good at this."

"Somehow he knew I wanted him. I tried to lie and say I didn't." Melinda paused, "but I couldn't make myself send the message. He said some stuff he wanted to do to me, and then he started talking about how I wouldn't be the first girl the two of you had taken turns with, and that he was going to come out with you this weekend so the two of you could take turns having sex with me."

"Which would be your fantasy to a T, having both of us at once?"