In Name Only: Cruel Deception

Walter hated to see his sister distraught. "I will darling, go rest... I'll see you later this evening."

Vivian stared into his eyes, "You're not...you won't go to her, will you?"

He wanted to take her in his arms and kiss away all of her uncertainties. "No, my love," he said in a low voice. "You must trust me."

******

After the guests departed, the bride and groom waited for the servants to finish and follow suit. Margret waited for him on the sofa. Her smile was shy but inviting. Her eagerness for the night to come was very apparent. Walter suggested another toast before they retired. He poured a glass of champagne for her and scotch on the rocks for himself.

"What shall we drink to, darling?" She asked, accepting the flute he handed her.

Walter sat down beside her. He turned to look into her expectant eyes. "To love, my dear... let us drink to love."

Margret smiled and clinked her glass against his, "Very well, my darling...to love." She took a huge gulp, and then set the rest of her drink on the table, and then rested her head on his shoulder. "It was a lovely wedding, Walter...thank you."

"You deserved it, my dear."

Margret yawned. "Oh, forgive me, darling..." she said, yawing again. "I'm suddenly feeling quite tired."

"Perhaps you should rest, my dear...it has been a busy day."

Margret shook her head. "Nooo..." she mumbled, as he eyes slowly closed and she fell asleep on his shoulder.

Walter carried her to the room he'd had made up for her. It adjoined his, and his adjoined his sister's. It would remain this way for the duration of their marriage.

He placed her on the bed, took off her shoes and wedding dress, then covered her up. "I'm truly sorry, Margret," he muttered softly, kissing her forehead, "but this is the only way. I hope you'll understand and forgive us, my dear."

He turned off the lamp and opened the adjoining door to his room, pulling it to; he crossed his room into his sister's. She'd lit the fireplace and was standing before it wearing a blue nightgown; the silky material accented her luscious curves.

His dick hardened instantly. "Vivian?" he breathed.

She turned around. "Walter...is she...?"

"She's asleep. The sleeping draught I slipped in her drink should make her sleep until morning." Walter undressed, took her into his arms and captured her lips. "I've missed you, my love."

Vivian shivered as he sucked her nipples through the fabric. "Sh-Should we have done this, Walter... Should we have condemned her to a life of—"

"It's done, my love...there's no going back." He slid the thin straps off her shoulders, the gown fell to the floor, around her slim ankle. He fastened naked flesh against his. "Oh god, darling, I've missed this..." " he moaned thickly. He picked her up in his arms and shoved his dick into her pussy.

"Ahhhh...Walter..." Vivian held on, wrapping her long, slender legs around his waist, grateful for every hard thrust he made within her. They clung tightly to one another, surrendering to their hunger—their need to be one.

Walter hammered into his sister in hard, rapid strokes until they blew apart. And this time, he deliberately, and with great satisfaction, poured his seed into her womb, knowing they'd have no regrets tomorrow.

******

Walter held Vivian securely in his arms while they stared at the dancing flames. He was contemplating how they were going to break the news to Margret, until Vivian's sniffles caught his attention. "Darling...why are you crying?"

"Because...you're married." She whispered tearfully.

"Shhh...don't cry, my love." He said, gently. "You are my wife."

"I-I know...but I don't feel like you're completely mine anymore, Walter."

"I am only yours, Vivian." He said, kissing her lips. "I have done this for the both of us. So we can be together without fear of the repercussions."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry...you're right." She said, wiping her tears. She had to stop feeling so jealous of Margret. Walter sacrificed a lot for them. She loved him so much. "Kiss me, my love, kiss me and make love to me like we've dreamed."

"Oh, my darling," he said, tremulously, "we have waited so long for this...." He cupped her breasts, kneading and pinching her nipples. "I cannot get enough of you..."

Vivian wrapped her hands around his dick, running a slender finger over his seeping slit. "You're so big, brother... so hard...." She moaned, rubbing his dick against her pussy. "Oh, please, please, I cannot wait any longer...now, Walter, now..."

Walter grabbed her ass and slammed his dick to the hilt. The shear power of his lust made Vivian cry with joy as he plunged in and out of her drenched heat. They were joined, moving as one in an aggressive dance of insatiable lust.

"I love you, Vivian... I love you...forever..." he growled passionately, pounding into her again and again.

"Oh Walter—ahhh..." Speech failed her as she convulsed in his arms. Walter tensed, his fingers digging into her while his dick jolted inside her pussy, once again, filling her life. They gloried in their release. They've never felt so free. Free to love. Free to be in love. And free to bear the fruit of that love.

*****

Walter set his sister in the bed and crawled in behind her, curling his big body around hers contentedly. But their contentment was marred by their deeds of the day and they both felt it. "Walter... what we've done.... Is it so incredibly wrong?" She asked softly. She wanted him to alleviate her guilt.

But Walter had no intention of denying culpability in their cruel deception. They had to remain honest and accept what their love would cost another human being. "Yes, my love," he sighed heavily, remorse coloring his tone, "we have done the very worst of things." Walter tipped her face to look deeply into her eyes. "But, regardless of what happens along the way in our lives, we must always be kind to her."

She admitted she was jealous of Margret's legal bond with her brother, but the security of his love will eventually rid her of it. And, because she was certain of this, she truly dreaded the coming morn. She did not wish to bear witness the heartache Margret will suffer in the light of day.

End

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