Gracie floated dreamily in the pool. She watched the sisters’ play and laugh and Jane being cautious and steady in the corner. What was coming over her? Why was she risking everything?
Later that night they dined in the large dining room but Michael was not there. Gracie sighed and tried to enjoy the meal, but she felt a nagging need and want to be with him. It overwhelmed her.
“Did you enjoy dinner?” Matthew asked her as they walked in the gardens.
“I did. I enjoy anytime I spend with you and your family.”
“I’m so glad.” Matthew moved to kiss her and she responded but in a reserved way.
“Darling, are you alright?”
“I’m feeling a little tired.” Gracie lied. She didn’t want to worry him and so the lie slipped out.
They rounded the corner and walked into the small white gazebo. It was filled with small pillows and large enough to fit 5 people.
“Darling, I’ve missed you. No time for ourselves lately.” Matthew squeezed her arms and pulled her down onto his lap.
“I can’t wait until we’re married.” He moved her over his lap and his cock grew hard.
“Matthew –“ Gracie tried to slow him down but he wasn’t hearing her.
“Isn’t it exciting?” He sighed into her ear. “You always said you want me to be more exciting.” His hands moved up her skirt as Gracie tried to find an excuse to stop this.
“My, my my. The lovebirds are at it again.” Came from behind them. But the voice froze Gracie’s heart and she dreaded seeing those brown eyes bearing into her.
Matthew chuckled and stood up pulling Gracie with him. “I can’t keep my hands off her. I mean, if you had this lovely girl, wouldn’t you be the same, Michael?”
Michael was so close to slamming his fists into his brother’s jaw that he had to steady himself.
“Sure, Matt. Of course. Well I hate to interrupt this little love nest, but Mom’s looking for you. She wanted to ask you something about the church and the particular pastor who’s available. I guess she doesn’t care for him.” Michael’s eyes never left Gracie’s face and the more he watched her, the more he hated her. And hated himself.
“Okey dokey. Coming, darling?”
“Yes, in a minute. I wanted to ask Michael about tomorrow’s dinner for the groomsmen. Be right there.”
Matthew trotted off to see Jane when Gracie turned on Michael.
“Are you out of your mind? Completely insane?”
“Mom really was looking for him. I volunteered to find him. Little did I know that he and his slut fiancée would be out in the garden gazebo fucking.”
Gracie exploded. “You stay away from me! How dare you criticize me!!! You came onto me in the hardware store, you pursued me – your own brothers fiancée and you make judgments against me!”
“Oh and you are so innocent little Gracie.” Michael sneered. “How hard was it to get you to cum to my room? How hard was it to rape you in the cabana? You fucking cream for me.” He mocked her but only because it tore at him.
Watching her kiss and fondle his brother – tore at his insides, at his very heart.
“How long does he last? Long enough for you to come? Or does he just grunt and grunt and roll over.” Michael watched her face as she blushed in the dark.
“When is the last time you fucked him, tell me!” He wanted to hear it. He wanted to feel the pain of her spreading her legs for his brother and arching into him.
He was intent on relieving the feeling again and again as she told him. He waited for her words.
“We haven’t. He’s very gentle. He’s not very sexual. He’s –“
“He’s not me.” Michael told her as he backed her into the gazebo.
His cock was already hard. He already wanted her. Always wanted her. Madness, obsession, dark desires all in one.
“No, he’s not you. He’s sweet, he’s kind, considerate, caring –“
“Yeah. I know. He’s a saint.”
Gracie shook her head but couldn’t speak.
“And I’m just a man.” He told her and before she could stop him, his hand reached out grabbing her head and his kiss was forceful and brutal.
