It’s Complicated But It Doesn’t Have To Be

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Melissa awoke to bright sunlight streaming through the glass windows. The warmth felt nice on her skin.

Rolling onto her side she opened a sleepy eye, she had a sudden feeling of dread, as she saw a tie that was not Brock’s, and a memory of last night came flooding back, Chris, she remembered the way his hands felt on her body, and the way he felt inside her, for a brief second she smiled then she felt an arm drape across her. That feeling of guilt gnawed away at her insides. She’d cheated on Brock. A single tear ran down her face as she realised this fact.

She was in her own world thinking of what to say to Brock how to redeem her relationship when a voice, thick and scratchy from having just woken up, startled her.

“Good morning babygirl. Not too stiff I hope.” The voice came from behind.

She immediately turned over, and was met with Brock’s smiling face, an eighth of an inch of stubble, and very messy hair.

Brock saw her tear stained face and his smile dropped. Sitting up he pulled her towards him, encompassing her in his arms, wondering if she regretted last night and wondering also if she felt forced into doing it, then a feeling of nagging guilt came upon him. “What’s wrong?” His voice seemed slightly strained.

“I cheated on you.” Melissa sobbed as she cried in his arms. A sigh of relief came from Brock. “Babygirl, you didn’t cheat on me.” He proceeded to tell Melissa what had happened last night in the summer house. That’s when Melissa’s memories came flooding back, the fact she willingly f****d and enjoyed f*****g the two of them.

“Listen” Brock said taking her chin and moving her head up to look him in the eyes. “We don’t have to do that again if you don’t want to. I just wanted to experience things with you. That’s all.” Brock said. Melissa nodded that’s all she really could do because the fear of sneaking out of the summerhouse without being caught had now set in.

Getting to his feet groaning in pain from sleeping on a hard floor for most of the night Brock noticed a business card on the small table. It was green with fancy white lettering. Picking it up her read it “Christopher Evans. CEO Evans Construction.” Turning it over it said “For any personal or professional needs give me a call on my personal cell.” He noticed a cell number on the back.

Slipping it into his pants pocket he saw Melissa straightening her dress, and finding some wipes in a drawer giving her face a quick wipe Brock smirked as her remembered coming on her beautiful face last night.

“Ready?” She asked as she grabbed her shoes in her hand. “Ready” he said as they made their way out off the summerhouse. There were people asleep on the lawn. And the doors to the ballroom were open. Slipping round the side and past them, the two were almost where the car was parked when they heard the front door open. Hiding in the shadow of the wall and the open door they held their breaths. It was a partygoer from last night. He stumbled down the steps, lost a shoe, turned to pick it up and fell over, finally getting to his feet he stumbled to his car.

This distraction allowed Brock and Melissa to dash to the car. Getting in Brock started the car and reversed out of there.

Arriving home Melissa opened the door to her apartment, she said “Can I shower first?” Brock raised an eyebrow and replied “Why don’t we shower together?” To which he got a cushion thrown at his head while both him and Melissa laughed.

Stripping off her clothes and dumping them into her linen basket in the bathroom, Melissa started the shower going.

Stepping into the glass cubicle she recalled memories from the previous night. She remembered how she’d felt with two big guys inside her, how full and sexy and beautiful they had made her feel. She really enjoyed herself, but now she was stiff and sore from sleeping on the floor of the summerhouse The relationship she had with Brock was amazing and she had enjoyed the threesome however she wasn’t on a hurry to do it again but maybe in the future she would who knows.

Getting out of the shower wrapping her towel around her, her hair tied up in another towel, she met Brock, who had now taken off his jacket and tie, his dress shirt open all the way, and he’d removed his shoes, both hands interlinked behind his head, his hair falling across his face as he dozed lightly. He was clearly in the middle of changing for a shower and fallen asleep. Melissa giggled quietly as she saw he’d kept his socks on.

Creeping over to him she sat down gently at his side so as not to wake him, gently she kissed his lips, when suddenly his arms came round her making her squeak into his mouth. “Naughty! Trying to take advantage of me while I was sleeping.” Brock said as Melissa pulled away.

“I was doing no such thing.” Melissa replied with a smile and trying to be indignant but failing.

“I’m going to take a shower.” He said as he got up. Opening the door to the en suite. It had only been closed for a few seconds before a loud crash and scream all happened at the same time.

Brock pulled the door open and ran into the bedroom. Melissa was staring at the bed, on it was a large, granite rock surrounded by bits of broken glass from the window above the bed.

Worriedly he went over to Melissa, “Are you okay? Did you get cut or hurt?” He asked

In a state of shock she shook her head as his eyes moved over her checking for any cuts. After a minute or two of trying to calm Melissa down he put on his shoes that were at the end of the bed, and approached the rock.

Turning it over he saw that wrapped around it was what appeared to be an envelope and securing the envelope in place was an elastic band that had been wrapped around several times.

Taking off the band he threw the rock onto the bed.

Ripping open the envelope and Holding the paper in his hand he opened it after the first fold was the word “SLUT” written in red, the next fold was “CHETING HORE” Brock could feel his anger rising. Noticing the photographs inside the envelope he took them out

Scooping it up he noticed it was a pair of womens panties. They were grey in colour, looking at the note he could see it had been hand written in the same red colour.

“CHETING HORES GET THEIR DUE. IM COMING FOR YOU. YOULL BE MINE SOON. BITCH.” The spelling was awful. Two photos taken with film, Brock noticed from the quality of the picture, were accompanied with the note. One was from last night, and although Brock couldn’t be seen, Chris sucking on Melissa’s breasts could, on the reverse of the photo was “HORE” and “SLUT” written in black.

The next photo was of a man from the perspective of his p***s, and he was ejaculating over the panties Brock was holding. He heard Melissa say “Those panties are mine. They were stolen when I was broken into the other week.” On the reverse of the photo was “I want to f**k you in these” written in a different script Brock noticed and the spelling was different.

“We need to ring that detective back.” Brock said with determination. 

Grabbing the phone Brock could see that this has pushed Melissa over the edge. He grabbed the detectives card and typed in the number.

The voice came out down the end of the phone as if he’d just been woken up “Yeah?”

“Hi it’s Brock Milligan, I don’t know if you remember the break in a Melissa Hartford’s place.” Brock said into the phone.

“Yeah. I remember. What of it?” The voice said no longer full of sleep.

“There’s been a development.” Brock said putting his arm around a now shivering Melissa and guiding her into the living room.

“On my way.” The detective said before hanging up. Brock pressed the red button to cancel the call. And sat Melissa down next to him on the couch.

“Baby, you okay?” He asked worried that this would be a tipping point for Melissa, knowing that even the strongest of women would find it difficult to cope, with everything that happened.

“Y-yeah.” She said haltingly. Her eyes were staring into a space, as if she was trying to figure out who would do this.

Brock’s phone rang. “Hello?” He said quietening the noise.

Blake’s voice came out from the phone. “Mom rang the landline. She wants you to go see her.”

“I’m busy right now.” Brock said slightly irritated.

“Not my fault. Where are you anyway?” Blake asked.

“I told you I’m at my girlfriends place.” Brock said before hanging up.

Brock and Blake’s relationship had become strained recently.

Blake had been trying hard to get into contact with Melissa ever since he realised his feelings. He had tried her office, but it was closed over Christmas, and the message from the number he dialled, gave out the number of her secretary Sam.

He rang the secretary, asking for Melissa’s number, but Sam had ultimately denied him the number, he also had visited the apartment building and been turned away by security staff, that worked there.

He had then gone to the office to see if workaholic Melissa was there alone, only to find the building locked up tight, he had tried to throw a small stone at her office window, but realised the office in question was so high up he wouldn’t have got close, in fact he only hit the third floor before hearing the tinkle of glass and running off.

Blake was starting to worry. His feelings had been far more complex than he’d initially thought. He knew Brock had slept with Melissa but didn’t know if they were together permanently.

Blake also knew that Brock had seen him watching them together, but never mentioned anything to Blake about Melissa.

Blake’s hand clenched into a fist. He unlike Brock got a little jealous. He didn’t like the fact that he and his twin always competed for everything but never women, now this amazing woman was in both of their lives.

He longed for her, his soul ached to be close to her, to smell her perfume, to feel her in his arms. He closed his eyes and remembered Christmas Morning, the way she ground up against him, the feel of her amazing curves as he grabbed her waist.

The things he’d have done to her. Shutting the door to his room, and pulling off his shorts he took his amazing member in his hand. He’d done this before but this time was going to be different.

He closed his eyes taking him back to Christmas Morning, Melissa was standing at the counter reading, with her earphones in her ears, and coffee at the side.

Walking up to her, he put his arms around her waist, she melted into him, moulding her body against his. Taking a chance and kissing her neck, a groan escaped her perfect lips. “Mmmm that’s good. More.” Bending her at the waist he pushed her forward slightly to take off the tank top she was wearing, exposing her naked torso. “Brock we mustn’t do this here.” She whispered as Blake’s hands found her breasts. Turning her to face him, her eyes widened in surprise, before softening “Blake? You want me?” Melissa squeaked out as he pulled gently on her now hard n****e, teasing her.

This was a different fantasy, usually she was his and they screwed like mad all over the house. This time she was Brock’s, he knew where this fantasy was going.

A smile on his face, “Babe, of course I do. It’s always been you. I tried to forget you, tried throwing myself into my work, even went on a date, but it was no good. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” Blake said lust colouring his voice.

Melissa kissed him, hard, passionately. “What about Brock?” He asked her, not wanting to hear her answer.

“What about him?” She said, as she dropped to her knees pulling down his shorts, and taking his large member in her hand, and looking up at him, through lustful eyes.

“He was a distraction, it’s you I truly want Blake.” She said before what seemed like swallowing his c**k whole. Letting out an animalistic groan, he threw his head back as he enjoyed the feeling of her lips on him.

Blake knew this would never be something Melissa would say or cheat on Brock, ‘It’s a fantasy right?’ He said as he stroked faster, getting back into it.

Going back to the fantasy Melissa was sat on the counter, her shorts off, legs apart, and Blake was really enjoying eating her p***y, he licked and sucked at it as he slid 2 fingers into her soaking wet core.

Melissa sat upright, arched her back. Enjoying himself throughly, he pulled away from her p***y making her whimper, “You’ll come soon baby, I promise, just not yet.” Standing upright his member proud.

He pulled her so she was just sitting on the edge, before thrusting his amazing c**k inside her wet core.

“Oh my god Blake!” Melissa cried out as he thrust inside of her. Blake was loving this, she was his again, her legs locked around his waist at the ankles. Finding a rhythm together he moved a little faster, noticing that Melissa who’s neck was now arched back and her eyes rolling, as he kissed her neck and collar bone.

“Yes Blake, more. Harder, faster.” He unplugged himself and put her on the floor, as he bent her over the counter her amazing breasts against the coldness.

Thrusting back into her, he heard a noise, turning his head but keeping his rhythm on walked Brock. His mouth hanging open, his eyes wide, a look of surprise and anger on his face.

Blake smirked as Brock had done the previous night, knowing that Melissa’s eyes were shut, as she was enjoying herself, a hand crept downwards towards her hard c******s, starting gently to rub it in little circles, Melissa made a sort of whimper noise and moaned

“Blake more. Please. I need to come.” She cried out, pleasure ringing in her tone.

“Sure………baby.” Blake said between thrusts.

Blake turned his head again, and saw Brock was still watching ‘Pervert’ he thought but didn’t voice.

“Blake. I. Want. Only. You.” Melissa gasped between breaths, he moved his hand faster on the little hard nub as he did so he felt her core muscles tighten around his hardness as she bucked and writhed underneath him.

Within a few seconds, he had bust his nut inside her. Exhausted and spent, he fell forward kissing her on the shoulder, before whispering in her ear. “We’re being watched.” Turning her head she saw Brock, shrugging “Sorry babe. Blake’s so much better than you. At least I orgasm with him.” Before slipping out underneath Blake and starting to suck, his now hard again, c**k.

Blake watched Brock as he turned to leave. Looking down at Melissa he got out of his fantasy as he blew his load into his hand.

Yes he must make her see him. Why didn’t she notice the things he tried to do, to be recognised. But he didn’t have to worry, because soon they’d see each other again.