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The first time he had
seen her half naked, his brain had froze. This time, he felt a little
light-headed like a teenager’s first experience with alcohol. In an effort to
distract himself, his eyes were transfixed on the wall behind Harmony. He tried
hard to count the number of lines on his brother’s striped shirt from a picture
of him and Harmony hanging on the wall. It didn’t work. He tried hard to say something; to
tell her how wrong it was. He would have done just that but how could he when
there was a huge invisible toad stuck in his wind pipe? How would he stop this
desperate woman from ruining her matrimony? How could he be an accomplice to
his beloved brother’s betrayal? He had fought hard to conquer an occurrence
like this but here he was, falling into a well-crafted net.
He had avoided having a
direct look into her eyes. His eyes darted about, trying to find something
distracting enough to focus on but there was only one masterpiece to look at.
He made up his mind to be a man, to look her in the eye and tell her he can’t then
storm out. It was easier said. The moment he connected his eyes with hers, he
realized it was a wrong move. Harmony’s eyes dripped pure lust and they were
all over him. he almost could feel them crawling over his skin. Her dreamy eyes
carried the wanting that matched the intensity of an inferno.
Tension was ascending.
He could feel his own blood descending faster than gravity into his second
brain, depriving his actual grey matter the prerogative of decision making. The
small gap that separated them was so charged it could light up a city. His gaze
couldn’t settle on her face for too long and when it dropped downward to the
endearingly smooth and perfectly curved mounds on her bosom, his own hardness
was already throbbing within. Harmony stepped forward and swallowed the small
gap between them, pressing her breasts into his chest while circling his neck
with her arms, transferring a city-wide voltage into his bloodstream. If a
doctor was foolish enough to place the cold surface of a stethoscope over his chest
to check his pulse at that moment, he would have gained instant deafness. His
heartbeat was slamming loud against his ribcage.
“This…this is…this is
not right…please sister Harmony we can’t…we shouldn’t…” he wasn’t the one that
spoke. He had no idea who spoke. That shaky and coarse semi-whispering voice
wasn’t his, though it surprisingly came from his mouth. “Shhhh…don’t talk. Just
feel.” Her voice was like evening breeze, everything about it so mild and
calming. “And, I’m not your sister…” still using the same softness, she added.
She brought her lips to his right ear and gently bit his earlobe. Until now,
Vince had always believed the ears’ functions were limited to reception of
sound waves and maintenance of balance. It was also an erogenous zone. Now, he
found himself almost paralyzed, goose bumps metastasizing from the back of his
neck. He wanted to respond, to wrap his arms around her succulent frame and
squeeze her into his hardness but he fought the desire. His arms were still by
his sides like a shy college girl’s. But he wasn’t new to romance. He had been
with ladies a couple of times but it was very difficult when it was someone in
the position of Harmony.
Her lips moved from his
ear, gently tracing a path down to his lips, encircling him in a burning
kiss. Again, he wanted to respond. He also wanted to break away. He still
didn’t understand why he didn’t go with the later, long before it got to this
stage. Maybe he was sedated. But that wasn’t true. He could feel every
microscopic sensation of nerve stimulation. This was wrong, his mind pricked.
Somehow, Vince found
some leftover willpower and raised his arms to stop her, to push her away but
before he made progress, Harmony intercepted. She took her arms from his neck
and gently grabbed his arms, still holding him in a kiss. When she released his arms, they fell limply back to his sides. He lost again.
Harmony was gaining
control. She slid her arm beneath the singlet that covered his torso and very
gently, she worked her way over the contours of his firm abs, savoring every
bit of the feel. She could feel his stomach muscles tighten when she progressed
higher to the solid wall of his chest. Her fingers ran hungrily all over,
exploring like a treasure seeker. When she brushed the edge of her fingernails
over his nipple, she could hear him release a soft moan. She could feel her own
pleasure rising. His rocky body was driving her crazy.
Like a tiger maims its
prey, she was almost certain Vince’s defense was incapacitated. With a push,
she landed him back-first on her matrimonial bed. He was beginning to respond,
she could tell. He had fought like a man, she acknowledged but victory will be
hers. Harmony brought herself down over him, engaging him in a fiery kiss. Her
fingers were working their way down his abdomen to his belt. She was burning to
fill the desire in her. She had endured it when the hardness was pressed
against her belly. Now was the time to dive. She could feel his rocky member
against his jeans trousers. She worked his belt free and was engaging the
button of his jeans when she sensed something in the air. It was choking. Vince
perceived it too and his alertness was piqued because he realized what was
happening. The choking smoke was coming from the kitchen and he was responsible
for what was happening. He jumped out of bed and dashed out, holding his
trouser from falling off. “Vince! Did you put something on fire? Oh my God!”
She scurried into the bathroom to fetch a towel and wrap herself but Vince was
already out. When she reached the kitchen, Vince was battling fire with the
foamy chemical from a fire extinguisher. If they had stayed a little longer,
the fire could have caught the gas supply hose and the story would have been
very different. By the time the fire was put out, a certain extent of damage
had been done to the cooker and the pot. It would have been impossible to recognize
that the content was rice as it was all char now. They were lucky that a greater
harm had been saved.
...to be continued.
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