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one handed.
    “Afterwards,” he promised,
freeing his penis and aligning his body to press inside her.  He wasn’t as big
as some of the ridiculous stars of the porn movies he had watched in his
solitary bunk late at night when he was in Iraq, but he was big enough to make
her nervous and he didn’t want her to tighten up.
    “Is that all of it,” she
asked innocently as he drew himself back a few millimetres and sunk himself a
little deeper on his forward thrust.
    “No, there’s a little more to
go.”
    “It’s real nice.  Much nicer
than I thought it would be and not nearly as painful as everyone said it was.”
    “It’s painful?” he asked,
stilling his movement.  She was so incredibly relaxed he hadn’t thought that
she was feeling any pain.
    “Not really,” she quickly
assured him.  “I just feel full—like nothing else can fit inside me.”
    “There’s only a little bit
more to go,” he lied, ripping the tights further and fingering her lightly as
he tried to go deeper.  Things quickly became more difficult.  “I need you to
be brave for me, honey.  It’s going to hurt a little bit and then it will be
all over.”
    “I trust you, John.”
    She had said the same words
to him when he had taught her to skate.  She had been absolutely petrified of
falling and yet when he had taken her hands and told her to trust that he would
protect her from falling, she had uttered those exact words and stepped onto
the ice to join him.
    And maybe because he had
protected her as promised and had had her skating like a professional by the
end of that winter, she now displayed no sign of fear or anxiety as she gazed
back at him.
    But he had to be cruel to be
kind.
    Pulling a sticky plaster off
slowly was much more agonizing than yanking it off.
    Taking a deep breath, he
positioned himself and thrust quickly, deeply inside her.
    “Shh, shh,” he cooed softly,
pulling her head against his shoulder to muffle her soft moans while he rubbed
her back soothingly through the wool of her dress.
    It felt good...so right...to be
inside her, he thought moments later as she relaxed and softened around him,
allowing him to withdraw and then plunge smoothly back inside her.
    His heart felt as though it would
burst with love for her—he had surely never loved her more.
    He had never felt closer to
her.
    He had never acknowledged the
closeness that had developed between them growing up together and sharing each
other’s toys and dreams.
    The closeness that had now
taken them into forbidden territory.
    But how could this be wrong
when it felt so damned right? he thought as he quickened his thrusts and joined her in a
shared orgasm that seemed as explosive for her as it was for him.
    ***
    J ohn took a deep breath, rested his head
against Helen’s and smiled.  “I’m never going to repeat that fantasy,”
he vowed, his chest still rising and falling as though he had just completed a
hundred metre sprint. “God, I hope Mum drops the kids off and not Susan.  I
can’t look her in the eye for at least another ten years!”
    Helen laughed, slipped her
arms around his waist and hugged him.  “You’re too straight-laced for your own
good!  Incest stories are all the rage at the moment.”
    “To each his own I guess, but
Susan was such a bossy, older sister I never fantasized about her even when I
was a horny teenager.”  His eyes widened in alarm as a thought struck him. “And
please, please, don’t you dare be my mother next anniversary!”
    “Honey, I would never go that
far!”  Her green eyes twinkled.
    “Helen, I’m serious!”
    “Okay.  You’re obviously not
ready for your mum yet, so that leaves my mom—”
    “Helen, that’s just as bad!”
    “My dad?”
    John gasped in shock.
    “Alright, maybe not my dad or
my brothers.  What about my sister?
    “She’s sixteen!”
    “Okay, we’ll leave her for a
couple more years.”  Helen sighed as if in exasperation.  “It’s becoming harder
and harder