before, had never felt the play of a man's tongue deep in her mouth, and she was surprised to feel a kind of dizzying thrill rushing through her body. She was still feeling dizzy when he broke the kiss.
'He never does that to you, does he?' Jonathan whispered. Then he planted moist, hot lips on her neck, kissing and tonguing downward toward the plump swelling of her breasts. One firm hand caressed her back, while the other strayed to her small, round ass, squeezing and exploring them.
'Jonathan, stop this at once!' she managed to cry out. 'You're my brother, for heaven's sake!'
Jonathan raised an impish face from between her tits. 'But, darling, that's what brothers are for!' he said softly. 'They're supposed to look out for their sisters, show them the ropes, as it were. I see that your sex education has been badly neglected, and I'm simply bringing you up to date. You should be grateful for that.'
'You seem to find this very amusing!' Jennifer snapped. 'I don't!' With great effort, she freed her arms and pushed against his chest, but Jonathan clung to her, pinning her down, holding her arms, and she felt something rock-hard against her loins, pushing painfully and insistently. Then she blushed as she realized that it was his erect cock.
'Please, Jonathan,' she said weakly, a little frightened now at this strange brother of hers. 'Let me go. I don't like this game, not at all!'
'Its not a game, darling,' he said, his voice low and husky now. 'I'm perfectly serious.'
He kissed her again, stuffing his tongue, hot and stiff into her protesting mouth, his hips wriggling eagerly in an effort to spread her legs. Jennifer was repelled and frightened at the same time, and she began to struggle, trying to rock him off her body. Her efforts increased the brutal friction of his hard cock against the tender flesh of her pussy and seemed to excite Jonathan even more.
'Yes,' he whispered huskily. 'Fight me, that makes it more exciting!'
Jennifer exclaimed disgustedly, 'Jonathan, for God's sake, will you get off me and get out of my room? I won't have this!'
'Oh,' he said mockingly, looking her in the eye. 'You won't have it, you say? And what is it you won't have?'
'Why…' Jennifer stammered. 'What you're doing, of course!'
'And what am I doing?' His voice remained calm and amused.
'You know damned well what you're doing!' she sputtered.
'But you don't want to say it.' He grinned at her. 'I'll say it, then. I'm trying to fuck you, Jennifer. I'm trying to get into your pants. Trying to ball you. What do they call it in England?'
'But, Jonathan!' She was so horrified at his words that she stopped struggling. 'I'm your sister. Doesn't that make any difference to you?'
'Yes,' he said teasingly. 'It does make a difference to me. It makes it even more exciting.' He watched her increasingly horrified expression. 'Jennifer, you're an educated woman. You must know that there's no biological reason why brother and sister can't fuck. The old incest taboo is strictly a social thing, a superstition, in fact. All the animals do it, with no problems, so why shouldn't people do it?'
Jennifer made no reply. He was right, of course, yet what he proposed seemed monstrous and perverse to her. She saw, too, that there was no convincing him with words. His mind was made up, and his way of thought was utterly foreign to her. All she could do was fight.
She bit his hand, and Jonathan cursed loudly and jerked away from her. Jennifer used the opportunity to wriggle out from under his superior weight, leap off the bed, and run for the door. But Jonathan was much too quick for her. Before she could even touch the doorknob, his slim but powerful arms were around her waist, dragging her back towards the bed. 'Please don't scream,' he said, almost politely. 'The guests would hear, and it would be bad for business.'
He was right. She knew she did not want to cause a scandal in the hotel by screaming, by letting everyone know that her twin brother was trying to rape her. She had her heart set on managing the hotel and doing it successfully. But her immediate problem was Jonathan. He had dragged her back to the bed now and was fumbling at the buttons of her dress. As he bent over her, Jennifer noticed the huge bulge of his crotch, stretched by his aroused and swollen cock.
She seized his wrists and pleaded, 'Jonathan, don't do this thing! If you keep on, I assure you, I'll fight! But I don't want to hurt you or quarrel with you – so, please, stop now, and I'll forget about it.'
Jonathan's vivid, blue eyes looked sleepy and sensual now as he met her gaze, and his voice was soft and urgent. 'Jennifer, I don't want to hurt you, either. I want us to be very good friends. And we could be such good friends, darling. I could do such pleasant things for you, make you so happy, if you'd just let me. Please, Jennifer, forget all your silly hang ups, and let me make love to you. You'll never be sorry, I promise.'
'No!' Jennifer shouted. 'It's filthy! I won't do it!'
Jonathan slapped her face, deftly and very hard, and she fell back limp on the bed, knowing that she was fainting. When she came back to consciousness, minutes later, he had removed her dress and was just pulling off her bra, his bright eyes intent on her slim but shapely body.
'Jonathan…?' She still felt dazed. 'You hit me. Why did you do that?'
'Terribly sorry.' He smiled at her. 'It was for your own good, of course. My only aim is to make you happy, and that involves teaching you to enjoy sex. You were foolish enough not to cooperate.'
'Oh, Jonathan!' Jennifer moaned in frustration. How could she make him understand? She heard him draw in his breath sharply as he removed her bra and stared at her naked breasts. She knew they were pretty, perhaps on the small side, but round and white and firm, the nipples a bright pink.
'Beautiful,' Jonathan muttered. 'You have nearly perfect tits, you know that, Jennifer?' Without waiting for an answer, he cupped both breasts in his firm hands, molded and caressed them, and rubbed the nipples with his thumbs, making them spring hard and erect. Then suddenly he sank onto her, his mouth fastening wetly around one nipple as he began to tongue and suck it. Jennifer felt something very strange then. As if a nerve directly connected the two places, she felt a jolt of pleasure streaking from nipple to cunt, and her pussy contracted sharply and spurted out hot juices. She knew then, that although her mind rejected what Jonathan was doing, her body more than accepted his attentions, and she was shocked at herself. Ben had never aroused her like this – why should Jonathan?
Her brother had, moved over to suck the other nipple now, and Jennifer looked down dazedly at his blond head which, like hers, was almost so light as to be silver. She didn't want to lose him, yet how could she let him continue to enjoy her body?
'That's enough, Jonathan,' she murmured. 'Please stop now and go to your room.'
He took his time about answering her. The noisy sucking continued a moment longer before he lifted his head, and then he paused again to flick out his wet tongue and gently lash her nipples. It made Jennifer shiver, partly in pleasure and partly in disgust. Then he smiled lazily at her.
'Darling Jennifer,' he said. 'I have no intention of stopping now. This is merely the beginnings I'll go on doing very nice things to you, and all you have to do is relax and enjoy it. Before long, I promise you'll be wanting me as much as I want you. Is that really anything to be alarmed about?'
For Jennifer it was. Not only did she fear the very word 'incest', she feared, too, to surrender herself to a man unreservedly, and she suspected that her brother might keep his word and attain her total submission. No one had ever achieved that before, and she hoped no one ever would.
'Jonathan, please,' she said meekly. 'I'm afraid.'
He took her face between his hands and smiled in an almost fatherly way. 'There is nothing to fear, Jennifer. Everything I do to you will be beautiful and pleasurable. Like this.'
He kissed her then, the same deep-probing tongue kiss as before, and she felt her mind reeling. Then his hand was fumbling with her last garment, her small lacy panties, tugging them down over her taut belly until his finger grazed the soft fur of her mound. Jennifer gave a gurgle of alarm, wrenched her face away from his, and began to struggle wildly, pushing at him, pounding him with her fists.
Jonathan swayed above her, dodging her blows, watching intently, almost like a venomous snake waiting for the precise moment to strike. He found it. Suddenly he seized her wrists and forced her arms down to her sides, his blue eyes wide and hungry now as he watched her lovely tits shake and wobble with her frantic moments. Then, with her arms pinned, he lowered himself again and planted his mouth on her lower belly, kissing, tonguing, and tasting the smooth, fragrant flesh. His burning tongue worked downward, steadily, toward the fringe of blonde pussy fur that showed above the band of her panties. So he intended to play with her them, too, where Ben had
