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Catherine gets cosy with her brother-in-law
Catherine wandered through the noise-filled house, her heels clicking on the
floorboards as the music's heady beat thrummed through her veins. She sent an
occasional smile to one guest or another, raising the champagne flute clutched in her
fingers in a silent toast.
Friends and family filled her home to capacity, all in attendance to celebrate her
husband Sean's thirty-fifth birthday. She felt undeniably alone. Her eyes met with
Sean's as he took part in a conversation with his cousin and father in the kitchen. He
smiled at her in acknowledgement.
Catherine's heart plummeted. His smile held its usual tight edge, something she'd
grown used to of late. It worried her, made her think unthinkable things about the
husband she loved more than anything.
They'd drifted apart in recent times, relations between them strained. Catherine
couldn't decide exactly what to do about that; she wondered if their marriage had
begun an unstoppable downhill slide.
She strolled toward the glass sliding doors and stared out into the star filled night. A
strong desire for solitude travelled through her. With a quick glance over her shoulder,
Catherine dragged the door open and slipped outside into the darkness. She eased it
closed behind her and stepped onto the deck, careful to avoid her heels wedging in
the gaps between the wood.
Her chest filled as she drew a deep breath. She let the air out in a sigh and leaned
against the wall. Lifting the flute to her red-painted lips, Catherine took a long sip and
rested her head on the bricks. She swallowed and closed her eyes, fighting the wave
of despair washing over her.
Sean wouldn't talk about it, no matter how she approached the subject. He'd grown
cold toward her in bed, had become distant during their waking hours, too. Oh, he was
always polite, always treated her with respect, but there was an invisible barrier
between them preventing any real closeness.
It hadn't always been this way. They'd shared some passion, Catherine thought - in the
beginning. But even then it had felt strained, like he was holding back from her. She'd
never been completely sure if that was normal, if all couples reacted that way to each
other. Sean had been her first lover, her only lover. She had nothing to compare their
relationship to.
Catherine opened her eyes and stared into the blackness, appreciating the alone
time, a moment away from the festivities to pull herself together. It was all too much
trying to perfect the façade of happiness, smiling when she really just wanted to cry.
Her heart thumped when the glow of a cigarette brightened the gloom. She strained
her eyes and gasped. "Who's there?"
A husky laugh sounded in the dark. "Cat, it shouldn't be too difficult to work it out. I'm
the only smoker left in this whole godforsaken family."
She rubbed a hand against her heart, blowing a relieved breath through her lips.
"Jack."
"Uh, huh. Pull up a chair. Keep me company." The sc**** of metal chair legs pierced
the silence. "Tell me what's wrong."
Catherine picked her way through the darkness. She thought about leaning back
inside to flick the light switch, but somehow the idea of anonymity appealed to her
more. "What makes you think anything's wrong?" She set her glass on the table and
settled into the chair beside Jack. Sean's brother, younger by two years.
"I'm not blind, Cat. You're upset."
His deep voice soothed her, his understanding reaching inside to tug on her injured
heart. The smell of cigarette smoke wafted around her and she found the scent
surprisingly calming. "It's Sean."
"What's going on?"
Having grown accustomed to the night, Catherine could now make out his relaxed
features - always relaxed and affable - as he watched her in the dark. "We're having
problems."
His smile lit up the murky night before he inhaled again from his cigarette. He blew the
stream of smoke out, lifting his chin to keep it from trailing into her face. "What kind of
problems?"
Catherine swept her gaze over his black hair, gleaming in the moonlight. His dark
eyes shined with amusement. She found his humour puzzling. "He doesn't want me
anymore."
Jack chuckled again and the deepness of the sound - the rumble it made in his chest -
both excited and infuriated Catherine. "Whatever problems you're having, that's not
one of them."
She took another long drink of her champagne and twirled the glass between her
fingertips. Catherine hadn't dared talk to anyone about this up until now. If there was
one person who would understand, she guessed it would be Jack. He was honest and
forthright. In all the time she'd known him, fifteen years now, she'd never picked up on
any insincerity in him. She took a breath and decided to share her thoughts on the
subject for the first time. "We're not having..." Oh, it was more difficult than she'd
expected, voicing her deepest concerns, "We're not—"
"Fucking?" Jack raised his brows expectantly.
Catherine's mouth pursed. "Do you have to put it like that?"
"What do you want me to call it? Making love? Having sex?" Jack dragged on his
cigarette one last time and crushed the light in an ashtray on the table. "It's fucking,
Cat."
Catherine released the glass from the tightness of her grip and hid her face in her
hands. Brash talk unsettled her. She'd grown up in a strict household where such
things were never discussed. She'd attended a private girl's school run by nuns. Crude
words were not and never had been a part of her extensive vocabulary.
Several breaths later she peeked over the tops of her fingers and scowled at the look
of amusement on Jack's face. He lounged in his chair, the top two buttons on his white
shirt opened to display his tanned chest. He was all confidence and relaxed male
sensuality; the main reason she'd steered clear of him in the beginning and gravitated
toward his more refined, politer, blonder brother. "We made love on a regular basis
until recently. I've been wondering lately if he's...." Catherine's voice trailed off as tears
clogged her throat. "I've been wondering if he's cheating on me."
Jack's eyes remained fixed on hers. "He'd never cheat on you."
"How do you know that?"
"I know him. He loves you. He'd never do that."
Jack reached his arms above his head in a long stretch, drawing Catherine's attention
to his hard stomach and the tight column of his throat. He tipped his head back to
stare at the inky sky. She wondered why his appearance had never particularly
appealed to her in the past. His raw sexuality and bold confidence had a trail of
women lusting after him, yet she'd been attracted to his more polished older brother. "I
thought I knew him too. Things have changed."
Jack lowered his arms and dangled them over the back of his chair. "You've been
married ten years. Things are bound to change."
Catherine sighed. She couldn't describe the feeling properly. She was too close to it.
"He's not interested in me anymore."
He took his time looking her over. A smile tilted the full line of his mouth. "I'm pretty
sure that's not an issue."
Heat flooded her features. "Stop looking at me like that. It's inappropriate."
Jack's low laugh sounded in the silence. "I'm just trying to take a step back and see
you as any man would."
"Oh?" Catherine couldn't stop the feeling of curiosity that washed over her. Just how
did other men see her? She'd always been pretty sure they didn't notice her at all.
"What do you see?"
"Hmm...there's a question." Jack sc****d a hand down his face, the gesture failing to
hide a smile. He met her eyes and she saw honesty shining there. He watched her a
moment longer and his expression turned to one of tenderness, sweeping over
Catherine until she felt it like a blanket of warmth. "What do I see, Cat? Full lips and
long golden hair. A great pair of tits. Want me to go on?"
Catherine crossed her arms over the offending breasts. "Can you try and keep it
clean?"
Jack grinned, the brightness of his smile a shocking contrast against bronzed skin.
"Oh, believe me, I am." His fingertips tapped against his stomach. "I see kind eyes
and a sweet smile, and when we're done talking and you walk away, I'll see a tight little
arse in that skirt."
Catherine's lips twitched. She forced the amusement down, knowing he was only
goading her into good humour to push away the sadness he'd seen in her eyes.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Silence lingered a while, though it wasn't unpleasant. Catherine heard the sound of a
frog plopping into the pond bordering the deck. A cricket chirped in the garden bed
and a feeling of peacefulness settled inside her.
Talking with Jack had planted a little seed of confidence in her, had given her hope.
She'd work this out with Sean. She had to. Her love for him was too great to let him
walk away, to let him continue distancing himself emotionally. They'd talk after the party
and set things straight. Life would get better.
"Take off your panties."
Catherine's attention snapped to Jack. The roguish gleam in his eyes set her on edge.
"What did you say?"
"You heard me. Take 'em off."
She tried to stand up, to stalk way, but his eyes speared her, held her motionless.
"Why?"
"An experiment." Jack reached for his pack of cigarettes, drew another one out and lit
it. His eyes stayed on hers as he exhaled the first breath of smoke.
"I'm not removing my underwear."
"Proves my point."
"You have one, do you?" Catherine glanced in the direction of the sliding doors,
expecting Sean to materialize any second and catch her in a conversation far too
intimate to be having with his brother. The party continued on, the guests oblivious to
her disappearance.
"You can't act like a bad girl unless you feel like one." Jack watched her closely,
amusement warring with kindness to create the most appealing expression on his
rugged face.
Catherine realised then that he wasn't trying to seduce her or encourage unfaithfulness
to her husband. He was attempting to help her. She fought it though, as she fought
every decision when someone else tried to convince her it was right. "Who says I want
to feel bad?"
A quick grin flashed across his face. He leaned back in his chair and took another
drag of his cigarette. "Men like it. Take my word for it."
"Sean, too?"
Jack nodded.
Catherine closed her eyes against the knowledge that her husband wasn't satisfied
with her. Why did she have to change to make him happy? Why wasn't she enough?
"Take 'em off, Cat. Live dangerously." Jack said. "I'll even close my eyes."
Ire burned inside her and a blush crept up her neck. She wanted to wipe that self-
satisfied smirk off his face. She wanted to show him he couldn't embarrass her with
the sexual undertones in his voice. Catherine sucked in a breath and pushed her chair
back. She kept her eyes on him as she stood and hiked up her beige pencil skirt. It
reached to her knees and the material fitted around her thighs like a second skin.
"Want me to look away?" Amusement coloured Jack's voice.
Catherine forced herself to meet his eyes. "Only if you're shy." She ignored the low
laugh that escaped him and struggled with the skirt to lift it high on her thighs.
"Want some help?"
Catherine narrowed her eyes and growled at him, hooking her thumbs beneath the
edges of her cream-coloured lace thong. She dragged the flimsy fabric down her legs
and stepped out of it.
"See, now that's sexy, Cat." Jack's eyes dropped from her face to her legs, thoroughly
entertained by the show. "Your eyes flash when you're angry. It does amazing things to
your face."
Catherine ignored the fire his words ignited in her. She twirled the thong around her
finger. "What do I do with this now, oh wise one."
Jack grinned and propped the cigarette in his mouth, speaking around it. "Give it
here." He held out his hand, palm facing upwards, fingers wiggling in encouragement.
Before she had the opportunity to think her actions through, Catherine reached out and
dropped the tiny bundle of lace in his hand. Her mouth gaped when he fashioned it into
a slingshot and launched it into the darkness of the garden. A shocked laugh tore from
her. She clapped a hand over her mouth.
"Now," Jack pulled the cigarette from between his lips and regarded her with shining
eyes, "Sit back down and flick a few buttons open on that blouse. You look like my
fucking mother wearing buttoned-up beige."
Glee spread through Catherine, overshadowing her surprise at his taunts. The
freedom of being out in the garden, uninhibited, with a man she held a great affection
for, was nothing short of exhilarating. She'd never felt so carefree before. "One
button?"
He held up three fingers, silent in his appraisal as her hands went to work.
When she'd finished the cool night air caressed the tops of her breasts. Catherine's
eyes shifted down to examine the sight. Her breath caught in her throat. Cream lace
peeked from the open vee in her blouse, the valley between her breasts clearly visible.
Her skirt was still bunched around her thighs. Her nipples hardened and warmth
spread through her.
"You're getting turned on, aren't you?" Jack's knowing voice sent a streak of pleasure
through her.
Catherine's eyes shot up to meet his. The connection was more powerful than any
she'd experienced before. She didn't want him as such, she wanted the feeling he
brought alive within her. If she was being honest with herself, Catherine would have
preferred Sean to walk out the door right then, take her hand and lead her inside to
finish what Jack had started.
"Mess up your hair."
Her mouth opened to voice a protest, but she shut it again and did as he asked. He
seemed to know what he was talking about, and for once in her life she was going to
just do what she was told. Her fingers slipped through her silky strands, ruffling the
carefully straightened mass of blonde until it became a tousled halo around her head.
Jack made a small hum of approval and leaned over to extinguish his cigarette. "Now
Cat, you look like a woman a man might want to fuck."
Her stomach churned with his admission. She knew him, knew him well enough to
realise he wasn't making an offer. Jack would never pursue his brother's wife. She
watched him with appreciation in her eyes. A slight smile shaped his mouth,
encouraging a responding smile from her. Catherine could feel lightness in her chest
that hadn't been there before. "Are you done now?"
He shook his head slowly, his eyes flicking briefly to the glass door before returning to
hers. "Spread your legs."
Now that was taking things too far. Catherine's stomach lurched at the idea. Her knees
clamped together in u*********s reaction. "And do what, Jack?"
"Trust me, sweetheart."
She wanted to cry at the tenderness of the endearment. She wanted to bask in the
weight of his gaze a little while longer then throw herself in his arms to hug him, thank
him for awakening this feeling inside her.
He seemed to understand her intentions and nodded toward her legs. "Do it."
Willing herself to forget everything she'd ever been taught, Catherine forced her legs to
part under the table. Brisk air invaded her inner thighs and she could feel moisture
gathering there.
"Touch yourself."
Her worried eyes returned to Jack's. The warmth in his gaze softened the complete
seriousness of his expression.
"I...I can't do that."
"Have you ever?"
Catherine's face bloomed with colour as she shook her head.
Jack released a part laugh, part groan. "Jesus Christ. What's my brother been doing
with you?"
Her eyes clouded with hurt. It hadn't been all Sean's fault. She was too straight-laced to
do anything other than missionary position, or sometimes, if he pushed her, she'd
climb on top and straddle his body. He'd wanted more, she could see it in his eyes, but
he'd never persisted, never tried convincing her. "You're laughing at me."
The amusement left Jack's eyes and he raked his hands through his hair. "I'm not. I'm
just surprised."
Catherine thought about closing her legs, putting an end to all this. She teetered on the
edge of control, wanting to touch herself as he'd suggested, but needing him to tell her
again. It had to be someone else's decision.
"Let's start with something less intimate. Slip your hand inside your bra, Cat. Cup one
of those tits."
Catherine hesitated a moment. Her fingers twitched in her lap, then rose slowly to her
opened blouse. She unhooked the front closure of her bra and slid her fingers inside,
working them under the heavy weight of her breast. She closed her eyes at the
sensation. "Ahh...what next?"
"Look at me." Jack waited until he had her attention. "Keep your eyes on me,
sweetheart. Eye contact's good."
Catherine watched him as she kneaded her breast, feeling her nipple pucker beneath
the lace. Her cheeks heated under his gaze. She forced herself to continue watching
him.
Jack groaned and shifted in his seat. "Cat, baby, you're every man's wet dream." His
eyes blazed with heat and a muscle worked in his jaw. "Slide your other hand down
between your legs."
Catherine fought the ingrained need to rebel against his request, to put such a private
moment on display. Her fingers hovered at her thigh, running lightly over silky flesh.
She pleaded with her eyes for Jack to retract his request, to let her go, but another part
of her begged him not to. He smiled and shook his head. "Uh, uh, Cat. Slip your
fingers into that heat. I want to see you come. If you won't do it, I'll get under the table
and use my tongue."
"Oh, God." The idea of him doing just that shocked and thrilled her. A rush of longing
swept through her, swelling and spreading. Catherine's fingers moved to her inner
thigh, teasing her senses, making her want. It was hard to push through the mental
barrier she'd constructed for herself over the years, but when she experienced that first
sliding touch of soft fingertips against the inner lips of her vulva, the sigh that broke
free was guttural. She stroked the moist flesh once, twice, feeling tingles shiver and
travel throughout her body. Her head tipped back on her neck, her fingers increasing
pressure as they sought out her pleasure point. When they reached their intended
target, Catherine's hips jerked.
Jack groaned at the sight, leaning forward to capture her chin in his hand. Her glazed
eyes shifted and refocused, fixing on his. He smiled gently and released her. "Keep
looking at me, sweetheart."
Catherine pushed her blouse aside, then her bra, baring her breast to Jack's hungry
gaze. Her fingers pinched at the pale pink nipple, plucking it to an erect point. Her
other hand continued its ministrations down below. She worked her fingers over her
clit then slipped them deep inside her heat. Her musky sweetness drifted on the night
air. Her hips began writhing on the seat. Jack's breathing increased in tempo.
She watched him rein in his tight control, watched the hard strength of his face as he
fought the natural progression to drag her onto his lap and sink inside her. She knew
what this was costing him and the knowledge further heightened her desire. Catherine
increased the pressure on her clit, gripping her breast tightly. She could feel it building
inside her, the sensation she'd been denied for too long. Her legs spread wider and
her hips thrust upward against the stroking of her hand.
"That's it, Cat." Jack leaned back in his chair, his face tightened against the need all
but consuming him. Catherine's mouth softened and parted. She slipped her fingers
inside her pussy and pressed back harder into the chair. She raised one leg and
propped her foot on the seat, baring all her secrets to Jack's darkening eyes.
"Oh, fuck, Cat." He placed a hand over his erection, rubbing it through his black dress
slacks. His eyes never left hers, their intensity shocking and calming simultaneously.
Catherine's breaths grew shallow, panting from her open mouth. Her stomach
clenched against the shots of pleasure sparking through her. "Oh..."
"Are you coming, honey?" Jack's voice grew thick and a groan rumbled in his chest.
"Oh, yes...I think..." Catherine arched her back and pinched her nipple hard. She
pressed against her clit, moving her hips in time with the stroking of her fingers. Jack's
eyes connected with hers as she pushed herself through that final barrier. Pleasure
rushed through her. The breath caught in her throat and she threw her head back,
thrusting her breasts out, gasping as spasms racked her body. Her butt lifted from the
chair and she cried out, the sound tearing from her throat. Her fingers continued to
stroke, bringing on tiny aftershocks that left her shuddering and weak. She'd never felt
an orgasm so intense, and sobbed with the release.
Catherine lowered her eyes to meet Jack's again. Flushed and breathless, she ran her
palm over her bared breasts, her fingertips stroking her nipples gently as she came
back down from her high. Catherine sighed at the softness of his expression, at the
affection in his eyes. Her senses slowly returned and she shifted her legs,
repositioning her skirt to cover her nakedness.
Jack watched her in silence, his eyes taking a slow tour over her, from her mussed
hair to the tips of her heels. His mouth finally quirked in a smile. "I could watch you do
that all day. You're one sensual woman, Cat."
She could see his erection still painfully filled out his trousers. Her mind began to
wander as she mentally ticked off all the single women in the house who'd be more
than happy to take care of that for him. She had more important things on her mind; a
man she loved and needed to seek out. A man she needed to drag away from the
party. Her voice filled with regret and promise as she spoke. "I'm so sorry, Jack. I have
to go."
He smiled and reached for his cigarettes again. "I know."
"Thank—" Tears flooded her eyes and she blinked to set them free. "Thank you, Jack.
I mean that."
"You just make sure that brother of mine looks after you."
Catherine stood, fastened her bra and re-buttoned her blouse. She glanced inside to
see if she could locate Sean. Her need for him hadn't diminished with the physical
release Jack had encouraged from her. It had only grown stronger. "I will."
She and Jack contemplated one other in silence, an understanding between them. A
poignant moment both knew would never happen again. Sadness crept through
Catherine, but at the same time she felt like he'd set her free from the confines she'd
placed on herself.
It was time to explore this new side of her, time to see if she could work on making
amends with her neglected husband. He deserved it. And so did she.
She gripped the door handle and looked at Jack one last time. "I owe you. So much."
He waved away her admission and pointed to the door. "Inside. Now."
She smiled and ran a hand through her tangled hair. "Are you coming with me?"
Jack shook his head and released a breath of air through his nose. "Fuck no. I need a
smoke after that."
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