John pulled her closer, locking his arms across the small of her back as they kissed, her small hand gripping his upper arms as she kissed him voraciously, then her drawn-out, hissing intake of breath as she slid him into her hot inner depths.
“Oh God, so long… been so long, oh my God, yess… yess… Johnny, my Johnny… God…” she murmured, an endless, whispered litany as they moved together, all the love and longed-for connection coming to fruition as they finally did that one thing they’d been wanting, and dancing around for so long, long-anticipated pleasure and long-held emotions released at last.
The two of them moved together in complete unison, as though they had been doing it all their lives, pleasure and love mingling in an endless chord playing through and through them.
Their pace quickened as their inevitable mutual orgasms built, bigger and more intense with every passing second, until:
“Oh God, Johnny, yess, yess, oh yess, oooHHH GOOODDD YESSS!” screamed Justine, shuddering as the intensity of her release swept over her, her pussy tightening around John, and tipping him over the edge too; the sensation of Justine’s hot inner-walls pulsating and milking him was more than human flesh could stand, and he roared like a bull as his aching cock gave a powerful, muscular throb, spraying spunk deep into his sister, long, endless streams of hot sperm filling her over and over again. John had never come so hard, or so copiously. It felt as if he was melting inside as he filled her, but it was such a joyous sensation he never wanted it to stop.
Justine slumped down on him as he slid from her, her heart hammering and chest heaving with her exertion, while John held her close, comforting and calming her as the aftershocks of her titanic orgasm rippled and surged through her before dying away, to leave her almost too exhausted for words. For long, still moments they lay in their sweat, their breath labored and their muscles stretched almost to breaking point. John was the first to recover, smiling as he brushed Justine’s shoulder with his hand and heard her soft, mewing murmur, protesting at disturbing her as sleep threatened to overcome her.
“Baby-girl, don’t y’all fall asleep jest yet, we got to talk some…” he whispered into her hair, and smiled once again as she wriggled against him with a small, discontented murmur; even with her face turned away from him, John could see in his mind’s eye her pouting expression, one he’d seen so many times in the past when he’d tried to put his foot down with her.
They lay in silence, John revelling in the feel of her silky skin as she moved against him, the scent of her hair, her skin, and the thrill of her body heat baking through him; all those sensations were everything he’d imagined and hoped they’d be, so he let her lie in silence on him, her breathing slow and measured as she dozed after her exertions.
When he judged she’d rested enough, his hands slid down her smooth back to cup and squeeze her taut little buttocks, jiggling them ever so slightly, waking her as gently as he could.
“Wakey-wakey, li’l snoring-gal…” he murmured into her hair, and was rewarded with a gently playful punch on his upper arm.
“I do not snore, you liar!” she yawned, before scooching up him to plant her lips square on his.
“This is the way to wake-up, baby!” she murmured, grinning as she felt him beginning to stir and harden against her, and smiled to herself at the realization that she could excite him with just a kiss; how ’bout that; she really was all he needed…
John folded his arms across the small of her back, holding her gently but firmly against him as he kissed her back as lovingly as she kissed him.
“Justy, we got to talk about… this, here, what we just done…” he began, shaking his head slightly as she would speak.
“Baby, you still a married woman, I know you and that… Carlo, you say you done, an’ I believe you, but we still cheatin’ on him, never mind if he already checked-out, so we got to do this the right way; Carlo deserves that, at least. You tell him, then you can leave an’ it’ll be over an’ you’ll be free.”
Justine stared into his eyes, rebellion flaring, then dying down as she reluctantly nodded her head.
“You’re right, baby, I should have seen that. Okay, tell you what, let me go and tell him I’m leaving him, get some of my things together, and I’ll be back in a snap and a whistle.”
She climbed off the bed and retrieved her clothes, grinning at John as he watched her every movement, drinking her in with his eyes.
“I’ll be quick, baby. I don’t have anything much left; all mama’s jewellery is gone, courtesy of Carlo,” she murmured, her voice tinged with bitterness. “I just want a couple things Daddy gave me when I was a kid, so you wait here for me, I’ll be back quick as I can.”
*
Even as Johnny and Justine finally consummated what had been growing between them for so long, another pair of ears listened outside the loft door Johnny had left ajar in his surprise then shock at seeing Justine.
Carlo had followed Justine back to the loft, hoping to discover where exactly the stack of money he knew she had was hidden. All he wanted was the cash he was certain she’d stashed somewhere in John’s loft. His original plan had been to grab her, force her to hand it over, then fade away before that redneck turd showed up. If he had to hurt her, then tough, them’s the breaks; she shouldn’t have been keeping secrets from him.
Once he had the money he and Gina could start a new life a long, long way from New York, Justine, John Bastine, his debts and the kind of people he owed money to, and every other reminder of his old life.
But now he’d heard every single second of his wife and her brother making love. Now he knew, and even though there was nothing between Justine and him, had never in fact been anything, still he burned with jealous fury; no-one touched his possessions, not even his worthless wife. That it was her brother made it all the more galling. Carlo hated John, but more than that, he feared him. Very well, Justine and her brother were obviously planning on living high with all the money she was earning, so he was going to take it from them, leave them as broke as he was, and laugh while he spent his wife’s money with a real woman by his side, not a simpering, spoiled brat like that worthless, adulterous, incestuous wife of his.
*
John watched his sister dressing, admiring how effortlessly elegant and poised she was even when doing something as mundane as dressing, her every movement as unconsciously graceful as a trained dancer. When she was done dressing, John pulled on his pants and tee and walked her down to the elevator, pressing the keys to his beat-up old Blazer into her hands and smiling through the grille as the big old converted service elevator clanged shut. He caught the kiss she blew him, before padding in his bare feet back to his loft, a happy, faraway smile on his face, unaware that his secret was out, and trouble was on the way.
Justine exited the building and climbed into the Blazer, blissfully unaware that Carlo was watching her from the shaded doorway of Tonino’s deli. Already his plan was taking shape, and Gina, with her ready willingness to do the things Carlo only dreamed of, her beguiling lips and smile that never reached her eyes, something he’d never noticed, so enthralled was he with her paying so much attention to him, Gina with her inventive mind and quick intellect, she was going to help him; together they’d make that faithless slut and her shitkicker brother pay for what they’d done. Oh yes, he was going to make those two fuckers pay, and if they had to bleed a little, wha’fuck, this was New York, bad shit happens all the time…