HARRIET'S SEARCH FOR LOVING COMFORT
An expanded scene from 'Captured by a Forbidden Love'
She had not sensed his presence as Lothar stepped soundlessly over the highly polished floor of the kitchen. She had been seated at the breakfast bar and had been jolted out of her thoughts by his touch upon her shoulder.
She knew so well what lay behind the gaze of his wonderful grey-blue eyes. It revealed his admiration for her, his continuing infatuation with her, his love that had gone way beyond all that an adopted son should feel for her.
He touched her greying auburn hair, with its indolent curls, that she had tied haphazardly into a knot behind her head, lending her grace. He often told her that. She had met the look of his admiring eyes, upon and had known how he had been captivated, all over again, by how her light petal green, silk, nightgown shaped her, the lacy hem of a peignoir trailing onto the floor. If she was cold, or the chill air of the room affected her, she had not felt it, such was the hold of what she had done, and that Lothar had seen when she had been seen in bed with Andreas, her late husband's brother.
The relationship with Lothar had always been close and intense, her understanding of his needs harder to explain until defining moments in their shared lives together had brought them to a new and unvisited place. The loss of her husband, Carsten, had taken its toll on her and she had struggled to find her way in life again.
Lothar had spoken softly. 'Are you okay, Harriet? I understand what made you do it.'
She had turned on the barstool and answered him sharply, one hand sweeping back stray strands of her hair, gracefully.
'Do you understand, because I don't! Letting go and with you, I could just about understand, but not with Andreas. You shouldn't have seen that, even if I was at a very low point!'
She had glared at him, but Lothar had been undeterred by her angry response and the wildness in her eyes. She could look daggers at people who crossed her; Lothar had told her that many times.
'I know, but I understand. We agreed not to be together as we once were, for me to be close but not to offer the comfort you needed or wanted at a bad time for you.'
'What I did with Andreas was natural and more understandable, but I couldn't undo what happened with you, the sharing of forbidden comfort and company before Carsten left us, and when I felt so low and rejected.'
She scarcely recognised, let alone could explain, the behaviour of the woman that she had become, but she had needed comfort and had found it in her ardent young lover's arms. They had, for a while, pursued an incestuous and tempestuous relationship.
She had succumbed to the emotional and physical mayhem that having intercourse with him had brought upon her. It had been discovered at a time when she had thought that she needed it least, the complications and the guilt, but Lothar's devotion to her became so much more. Whatever had played out in his mind about her had become ragingly and physically real. And now here she was, alone again, and with him to turn to if she chose to do that; to be claimed again by a strong-limbed and vigorous young man who was devoted to, even besotted with, her.
Instead, she had been seduced by Andreas, the family lawyer and her brother-in-law, his unspoken infatuation with her when Carsten had been alive, made ragingly real, and when all of the duties he had performed in dealing with Carsten's last will had been completed.
She had made supper; they had drunk some wine, more than she had realised, and felt a touch of comfort, then an embrace when she had left the table to clear away the dishes and hoping the day was at an end. The family bond between them had seemingly morphed into so much more: A touch, then an embrace, an exchange of fiery kisses and questing caresses that had led them to tumbling into bed, Andreas deftly undressing her as they had taken faltering steps up the stairs and to her bedroom.
It was there, and during their noisy and frantic coupling that Lothar had found them, each oblivious to his return home from a day out on a field trip that his course at university had organised.
Could he have stood in the darkness of the landing outside her room and watched her being taken by a man she had hitherto shown not the slightest sexual interest in?
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Lothar took hold of her hand as she reached out to him, his thoughts spooling back to the events of the night. He had yet to come to terms with what he had seen of them, Harriet being taken and sharing in acts that were quite distinct from his incestuous couplings with her, and that he struggled to put an end to.
He understood Harriet's needs, however. She had to be a part of another's life. How to achieve that was at the root of her problems and state of mind, and he had watched in destructive fascination what they had done together...
'We're not going to be interrupted, are we?' Andreas had asked in his deep voice as he had stood on the darkened landing outside Harriet's room, and he had heard them fucking.
The bed had creaked, and he had stepped closer, soon taking in the scene as Harriet lay naked on the bed, the wonderfully pale silken skin of her body, the indolent sag of her breasts, and the smooth skin of her legs in full view, wrapped as they were around Andreas and they moved slowly together.
He had then heard the soft laugh of appreciation as Andreas knelt on the bed as she gazed down at her. 'I have waited so long to see you like this and to do this...'
Andreas had been seen taking her unresisting hand, before placing it on his dick, holding it there and coaxing her to stroke it its length. She still didn't look up, just shook her head, apparently resisting the temptation to do as she asked of her. Andreas had persisted, yet understanding her reluctance to share the moment with her husband's brother, but Andreas had used the fingers of his free hand to pinch and pull on her nipples and seduce her to continue.
Watching them, he knew only too well how much Harriet loved attention being paid to her breasts, to all of her body as he had discovered whenever the demands of his university studies allowed, and he was with her.
Last night he had become a voyeur and had watched another man take the woman who continued to occupy his thoughts and whom he still lusted over.
Even in the gloom of where he had been standing, he had sensed that Harriet had weakened and had grabbed Andreas's his thick, trembling length of flesh and begun to work it, her touch coaxing Andreas to lean over her until she could take it in her mouth and as she wrapped her fingers around it. With him, she did not hesitate to perform her oral magic on that length of flesh, Andreas groaning audibly as he bucked his hips and Hariet's cheeks bulged from what she took of him into her mouth.
Andreas stayed on his knees, knelt over her, as Harriet worked him with her mouth and slicked her tongue over his length, sucked on it hungrily, or coaxed him to rub it over her breast bone, her breasts were pushed together to jerk him off.
'You wild woman!! You've kept yourself hidden..."
'From every man but Carsten!'
Andreas had pulled her up and onto his lap and held her over his penis tip before she slowly slid down onto it, her legs soon around his waist as Andreas lowered her onto the bed and she had moaned at the deep penetration that Andreas had achieved.
'Go on...do me with it!' she had called out.
Harriet was then seen to reach up and to grip the headboard rail as he entered her body and was seen to be pumping furiously into her, Hariet soon clawing at his chest as he plunged in and out, Hariet bucking and swivelling her hips to take him deeper; all of the act just as he remembered her doing with him only a few days ago before they had decided on a pause. The woman was lustful, passionate, and demandingly hungry for a man to take her; passionate intercourse was thought of as her way of coping with all that had befallen her, and Andreas was seen, perhaps, as a likelier partner than her adopted son.
Panted breaths and groans had filled the air. They were seen fucking like animals and, looking on, he had found it difficult to breath softly. His heart had pounded in his chest; his legs shook; he found it difficult to look away from the way Harriet was behaving as another man took her; fucked her as if he was intent on breaking her for his pleasure.
'Andreas...Andreas!' she had been heard to screech, the man's thick penis reaming her vagina as if he wanted to break her and Harriet had been seen clawing his back; her feet thrashing on the bed in her efforts to control how he took her, Harriet's legs soon kept in the crooks of his arms as he pushed her down into the bed and took her in a flurry of deepening strokes.
In thrall to what was being seen, he watched as Harriet bucked her hips and sought to keep his hand from stifling her cries. She was seen to bite on it, but that did not affect Andreas. He kept on pounding into her, swivelling his hips and dipping to thrust in deeply. She was seen to arch her back and on a long, drawn out moan it seemed she was feeling his flesh leap deep inside her as Andreas kept on thrusting into her body and sustained the rushes of reckless pleasure deep inside her; a wanton pleasure that she seemed not to want to deny and may have sought to prolong.
He suppressed a groan.
He had seen Hariet as another woman, one not restrained by convention or cowed by the bond that she had with him, her adopted son. She was being pegged by a lustful and energetic lover and gave of herself without restraint. He had seen her legs caress Andreas's body, seen her feet thrash on the bed and her hips bucking; he had seen her grip Andreas's butt cheeks and tug on him to deepen his penetration.
And then, when the kissed her, how she sucked on his togue and pressed her lips to his neck as she rose on the wave of pleasure, to meet the rush of her orgasm that he too had once felt when they had fucked. He too had known of the shuddering surges that had been seen wracking her body in wave after wave of release.
'I needed that as I think you did, Hariet...' Andreas was heard to say, and he had been seen to lean in to kiss her.
She had been seen collapsing back on the bed, the embrace of her legs and arms on Andreas slowly falling away, but trembling from the raging pleasure she had discovered and that he, her adopted son and one-time lover, had also seen and felt.
The beautiful and controlled woman that he thought he knew had become someone else. She did not protest or hesitate when Andreas kissed her deeply, open-mouthed and tongue swirling. It soon went further, and Hariet did not refrain from moving; to kneel over him and with her breasts sweeping over her lover's body as she began sucking on his flaccid penis and licking it clean, acting as if she now worshipped it. She made love, in her ways, to his flaccid cock and he, looking in sneakily, had been provoked into grasp his tightly and to work it.
Oh Jeez, he'd been unable to hold back as Hariet was seen orally working Andreas's tool and massaging his nut sac, pushing him back on the bed as she leaned in and worked his length deep into her mouth, then throat. She was working him back to a trembling erection, sucking his nuts onto her mouth, or nibbled kisses to his nut sac and underneath; acting the whore to please the man.
