"Oh, you remember that, do you?" Marne asked with a laugh, just a little embarrassed-although she didn't know why she should be. "Well, you see, it was this way. Then I thought my brother needed a little assist. And frankly, now, I think, he's quite capable of managing on his own."

"And there's Creagon to think about, now, huh?"

"You mean, would my husband get all hot and bothered by even the tone of this present conversation?" Marne asked and gave another amused little laugh. "Do you really see Creagon getting angry about this?"

"We were-if only jokingly-talking about incest, you know?"

"Were we now?" Marne asked. Her eyes ran down her brother's muscled chest, over his belly, focusing lasciviously on his cock.

John's cock was still hard-even harder than it had been, were that possible.

"I-N-C-E-S-T," John spelled. "We both know your thoughts on it. Creagon's might not be quite so liberal."

"Maybe you'd better sit down for a minute," Marne said, smiling. "You might not be able to take what I'm about to tell you if you're standing."

"Try me."

"You and I just talk about the possibility. My husband and your wife have done the real thing."

She had shocked him. And, well she had meant to; although, she thought maybe she should have let Creagon break that bit of news in his own way.

"Creagon and…"

"Come on, John, spit it out!"

"… and Melissa?"

"Now, with that under his belt, do you think my husband could care less if you and I talked, or even indulged in I-N-C-E-S-T?"

Marne laughed as she saw that her brother had decided to sit down, after all John's expression, when he looked up at Marne, was so dumbfounded that Marne found it hilarious.

"Jesus, John, if you only knew how funny you look."

"You are kidding, aren't you? I mean, about Creagon and Melissa?"