It all conjured memories, sucked them back from the corners of her mind where they had been conveniently filed away. Hints of how it had once been-and had never been again-began to play throughout Melissa's body.

Creagon's hands released Melissa's wrists, gliding down to take cupping holds of Melissa's ass cheeks. Creagon used his holds to nudge Melissa's pelvis even closer into his lower body. Creagon's hard cock rubbed its concealed belly against the mound of Melissa's sex.

That hardness was his cock! That hardness was her own brother's cock! Jesus… Holy… Jesus… Mary… Mother… Of… God help me… help me… help…

"Baaaaaaaaaastard!" Melissa screamed, wrenching her lips away from those of her brother. She brought her flattened palms to his chest and pushed with a reserve of strength she couldn't possibly have known she possessed.

She came free, sprung from the trap like a frightened bird from its cage.

She turned and ran, into the forest, into the trees, toward the house and its safety.

Creagon didn't follow. He stood right where he was, watching as his sister disappeared into the woods.

And, Creagon was smiling. Because, he had felt the response of that long-ago sister lurking there within Melissa's frigid facade. He had felt the way that other Melissa had momentarily surrendered to his embrace, momentarily responded to his kissing.

By God, there was yet hope for his sister!

Chapter 5

John Mason stopped, wiped the sweat caused by the afternoon sunshine from his forehead, and listened. Yep, he heard it. Unless his ears were deceiving him, there was a stream just up the path a bit. Last night at dinner, John had been listening while Creagon's reminiscing had included a reference to a swimming hole not far into the woods behind the house.

John began walking, anxious to get to the water. It has been a hot day, having gotten really stuffy about three o'clock.