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And Jarvis was eager to oblige. Grunts of animalistic passion spraying from between his clenched teeth, he began to pound into her hard, slamming his huge mauler deep inside her, his libidinous fires blazing in his loins, his head beginning to swim with uncontrollable lust.

He couldn't contain himself any longer. Gasping with masculine pleasure, he slammed in and out of his sister's constricting asshole with all his might. Each time he banged into her, a bone-rattling shudder rushed through Melanie's body and she groaned in ecstasy.

"Oooh, Hell, honey! I can't hold it any longer! I'm gonna blast you full of my juice, baby! Aarrrrgh!"

He threw back his head and howled in pleasure, ramming to the hilt inside of her, shudders of white-hot pleasure rippling through his body. His big balls tightened and boiled over, and hot, heavy jets of jism hurtled up his tubes and blasted deep into Melanie's guts, spraying her full of his semen.

As soon as she felt the hot liquid spatter deep inside of her, Melanie felt her stomach flip-flop with excitement, and a gush of searing pleasure coursed through her. She gave an impassioned shriek, bucking back against Jarvis' lusty strokes, coming again and again, in her ass and in her cunt, her entire body blazing with promiscuous libidinous delight.

The incestuous siblings lay in one another's arms for a long time, gasping and tingling with delicious, tired delight. The rich scent of sex and sweat wafted into their nostrils, and they talked in low voices, caressing one another and kissing frequently.

"Whatever we do," Jarvis said huskily, "We better not let Daddy find out about it. I swear, he's likely to get out his shotgun and blast me full of holes if he thought I'd laid a hand on my pretty sister!"

Melanie smiled at him voluptuously, closing her small warm fingers around her brother's limp sticky lance.

"I want you to lay your hand on me any time you want, Jarvis, dear," she said in a voice like melted honey, "And right now, I'd like to have another taste of your cock. Now that I know what it's like, I'm not about to let an opportunity like this go to waste."

She began to move her fingers up and down his slowly stiffening rod and her horny older brother moaned in pleasure as lust rekindled in his hard young loins. Melanie bent down and blew hot breath on Jarvis' cockhead, and then took it slowly into her mouth and began to suck.

Jarvis closed his eyes and grinned in lascivious excitement. It was going to be one helluva sensual afternoon!

Melanie had never slept so well in her life. Jarvis had fucked her for hours the afternoon before, and when it approached the time when their father was expected home, her lusty brother had shot four loads into various orifices of her body, and Melanie had come too many times to count.

Rhett Wilkerson had commented during supper that he had never seen his children looking so tired before.

"I just don't see how you can be tired, Melanie," he said, winking at his lovely daughter, "What did you do today which was so strenuous?"

"Oh, nothing, Daddy," Melanie simpered, batting her long lashes at him, "Nothing at all, and I was bored silly. Sometimes there's nothing that tires one so much as being bored."

She turned her eyes toward her brother and flashed him a voluptuous smile. He grinned back, and then hastily averted his eyes, concentrating on eating his supper.

"You know, Daddy," Melanie said sweetly, "Opal Wakefield is having her debutante ball in less than a month and I've got absolutely nothing to wear to it!"

"Oh, come now, honey, what about that pink and white thing you just had whipped up? That cost me an arm and a leg!"

"But Daddy, I wore that to Roberta Hampton's wedding! I couldn't possibly be seen in public with an old dress!" Melanie pouted.

Rhett Wilkerson made a comical expression of exasperation, winking at his son.

"Women! I don't pretend to understand their whims and niceties!" he exclaimed, "Why a dress is considered 'old' after it's been worn once is beyond me! Well, sweetheart, you know you can get yourself a new outfit any time you like."

"Well, that's just it, Daddy," Melanie said, "I was wondering if you'd let Brutus drive me into town tomorrow to Mr. Klinton's shop to pick out some material. I hear he just got a new shipment of silks from France, and Livia Charlston's mother is getting her dress made there."

Rhett frowned and said slowly, "Well, I suppose so. I'm flying to Oaksbury in the morning, so I won't be needing the car. But don't you go wandering about the town, now, you hear, Missy? I don't want to hear anything about your gallivanting about without an escort, or you'll be grounded for a month. Is that clear? You go to town, pick out the damn cloth, and come right straight home!"

"Well, of course, Daddy! You don't have to be so suspicious of me!" Melanie exclaimed, flashing him her most dazzling smile.

When she wanted to, Melanie could manipulate just about anybody. Her domineering father could be wrapped around her little finger when she wanted him to be. And now that she had gotten a taste of what it was like to be a free woman, Melanie's appetite was ravenous. She knew she could have what she wanted and still retain the saintly image her father wanted to ingrain in her until he had married her off.

She awakened in the morning feeling deliciously rested. Her cunt and asshole ached a little, but it was a delicious ache, and one which sent ripples of excitement coursing through her when she remembered what had caused it.

Jarvis was going to be away for the next few days with some friends on a camping trip, so she had to seek sensual adventures elsewhere.

And she had been very titillated by the sight of Brutus and Dahlia fooling around in the barn the day before. She wanted to get a look at that huge pecker of Brutus' up close.

After she had eaten breakfast, Melanie stretched luxuriantly and said to Dahlia, "Dahlia, please go tell Brutus that I'm ready to go into town now, and he can bring the car around to the front of the house."

"Yes, ma'am," the pretty mulatto servant chirped, tripping off to find her hulking black stud of a lover.

Melanie went back to her room and put some finishing touches on her make-up, surveying herself critically in the mirror. She smugly thought that she looked absolutely stunning, and she was right, too. Dressed in a very revealing gown with a plunging neckline, made of a virtually transparent blue material that clung to her curvaceous figure, she looked sweet and sugary and very, very sexy.

Melanie heard the car puff around to the front of the house, and she darted downstairs, swinging her purse on her arm, and dashed out of the front door.

Brutus got out of the car and respectfully held open the back door for her.

"No, Brutus, I want to ride up front today, so I can see everything!" Melanie said cheerfully, dazzling him with a voluptuous smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he said.

She slid in beside him in the front seat of the limousine, and he started the motor and began to drive out of the family estate.

"Brutus, could you drive the long way, around Mulligan's Lake? I'm in no hurry, and I'd love to take a scenic drive before we get into town!"

"Why, surely, Miss Melanie, whatever you says," Brutus said amiably, and turned the car around, heading for Mulligan's Lake.

Out of the corner of her eye, Melanie regarded the big black stud with admiration.

He was neatly dressed in a white button-up shirt and black slacks, but she could see the way his burly body bulged and strained against the material. Her heart beat rapidly as a surge of lust swept through her wanton loins. The titillating idea of a forbidden, sexual encounter with a Negro made her feel promiscuously excited. She knew that her father would be utterly aghast if he ever even suspected that she was attracted to a black man, let alone actually had a sexual encounter with one. Well, she had every intention of doing a lot of things that would shock her father if he knew about them. And she had no intention of letting her father find out.