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

18

CHRISTMAS DAY EVENING

Melissa was changing getting ready to go to bed, she smiled as she thought back to earlier in the day. They’d had an amazing dinner, and gone to relax. Elaine had opened some alcohol and Brock suggested that they play some drinking games, with their parents, Andrea could drink soda and join in. Elaine and Tony had passed on that idea so that just left Blake, Brock, Andrea and Melissa.

Andrea said that it’s weird to play drinking games with her brothers, so she left to go up to bed. Which loosely translated she was going to go FaceTime her friends. That left Melissa, Blake and Brock. “Ok so how about we play monopoly with a twist?” Blake suggested. Brock and Blake explained the rules. When you land on another’s property the owner of said property tells you how much the rent is and what to drink, you pay the rent and chug a drink.

Brock rolled his eyes, he hated monopoly, it’s not that he wasn’t good at it but his brother got upset when Brock kicked his ass. After a few drinks when a person landed on another’s property (as per the twins rules) as well as paying up, Blake’s idea backfired. He hoped to beat Melissa and they always had forfeits, he was going to make her give him a kiss as a forfeit if she went bankrupt.

Melissa heard a knock on the door, running up the stairs she opened the door and there stood Brock. “Hi.” He said softly.

“Come on in. I want to give you your gift.” Melissa said turning and leading the way down the stairs.

Brock followed on behind, not fully shutting the door. As Brock walked down the stairs he recalled the events of the game of monopoly. “You know I don’t think Blake got over his ass kicking at Monopoly. He’s still cursing that he lost the entire game to you and had to do a forfeit.”

“Can you believe he ran around your garden naked. I was going to make his run up and down the street but I don’t think the police would be okay with that?” Melissa asked laughing at the memory.

As they got to the bottom of the stairs, Melissa turned to Brock and said “Close your eyes and hold your hands out, palms up.” Brock did as was asked of him, he heard Melissa step away then sensed when she came close.

She placed something in his hands. “Okay you can open them now.”

He opened his eyes and there on his hands was a nicely wrapped present with Christmassy wrapping paper, a gold ribbon round it. “Merry Christmas.” Melissa said.

Brock sat down on the bed and began to open the gift. Melissa was smiling at him. As he got the paper off and turned the box around. “Oh my god. Is this?” Melissa nodded “The CV380 Camera.”

“Melissa there’s only like 30 of these in the world. How did you?” Brock asked confusion evident. The CV380 camera was the oracle in cameras and was a Hartford Industries design. It had light adjusting functionality, and all the bells and whistles that any photographer could want, it even allowed Brock to print from both film and digital cameras, it had a night vision function.

“I know a guy who knows a guy, who’s cousin sells them. He reserved one for me.” Melissa said simply “It’s easy when your the leading innovator of digital tech.” Melissa said in a duh sort of voice.

Brock put the camera on the side, and pulled Melissa in for a kiss. Melissa surprised by the sudden action let out a muffled squeak.

Pulling away from Melissa, Brock apologised “Sorry I took you by surprise.”

Melissa looked into his eyes. And then pushed him back onto the bed, “I also have another present for you.” Melissa said keeping eye contact. She sat up straight and started to open her pyjama shirt. Brock’s eyes went wide, he swallowed thickly and slowly, never taking his away from Melissa’s.

Breathing out slowly, she pulled her arms out and discarded the top to the floor. Melissa sat there and said “In case it wasn’t obvious Brock, I want you.” With those words only he sat up pressing her against his sculpted chest. She shivered a little at the coldness of the air but the warmth of his body against her naked skin.

Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her towards him onto his lap, as she sat gently she could feel his erection through his jeans. After giving her a breathtaking kiss, he moved down towards her neck, kissing and nipping gently at the delicate skin on her pulse point, running her hands through his hair, she threw her head backwards to allow Brock better access.

Brock kept in mind that although she was no longer a virgin she was still inexperienced. Moving down her neck and towards her collarbone he moved a hand from around her waist and brought it to her n****e, making Melissa bring her head back, she moaned in pleasure. Brock caught her other n****e in his mouth, and gently sucked, eliciting a deep moan from Melissa. Pulling his shirt over his head, she could see his defined muscle, as he did this she slipped off her shorts she was wearing.

Pushing her back onto the bed, he hovered over her, his weight on both of his hands trapping her against the mattress. Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, the feel of his voice reverberating against her ear made her shudder “If at any point you want to stop, all you have to do is tap three times on my leg. Okay. And we will stop.” Melissa nodded in agreement.

He captured her lips in a kiss and Melissa’s hands slipped down to his jeans, finding the button fly slowly she undid the belt and each button popped. Sliding his jeans over his ass and hips he helped her by putting all his weight onto his hands, with his jeans round his ankles he sat up. Slipping them and his boxers off, he turned towards her.

Melissa gasped, every inch of his body was beautiful, it was like he was sculpted from marble. Melissa asked him to stand when he suddenly said “No babygirl. I’m in control here.” He kissed his way down her body, teasing her, his lips barely making contact before he’d pulled away again. When he reached her p***y he positioned himself between them, looking at and admiring the now wet, pink folds.

Slowly he exposed her c******s from its hood, and placed his tongue on the now hard button. This made Melissa stiffen as she felt electricity coarse through her body. Knowing she was enjoying this he did it again, and got the same reaction. Smiling at how he made this strong, beautiful woman submit to his touch, he inserted one finger into her now soaking wet core at the same time he ran his tongue over her c******s again, “Don’t hold back. I want to hear your voice please.” He thrust the finger he had in her core in and out moving to a rhythm, his other hand started to rub on her c******s. “Oh. My. God.” Melissa eked out.

He could feel her getting close to orgasm, he stopped and Melissa whimpered. “Patience babygirl.” He whispered.

Moving to her ear he told her what he wanted her to do. Her eyes went wide at his suggestion. “Ok. What I want you to do is sit on your feet, open your legs, expose your amazing p***y to me. Keep your hands behind your back. I want to see you.” Melissa did as was asked of her, “Such a beautiful sight. I will remember this sight.” As he looked he could see how wet she truly was. How the position of her pushed her breasts upwards for him, how hard her n*****s were against the cold air. Moving towards her he said “Whatever I do, don’t move.” Melissa smiled and nodded, she felt empowered, even if she was being ordered around.

He sucked on her n*****s first one then the other, Melissa moaned, gently he grazed his teeth over the hardness, forcing a deeper moan from her. “Moving from her n****e he said “You like that?” Melissa nodded unable to speak. He made her stand on the bed, then lying down he told her to sit. Melissa complied, as she sat down he brought his mouth close to her core and licked.

“Oh.My….” Melissa didn’t finish her sentence as he grabbed her hips and roughly lowered her onto his mouth.

Melissa moaned as he licked and sucked at her p***y. Enjoying it. She could feel the sensation of her orgasm growing, deep within her. She leaned forward, grabbing the sheets in her fists, as she looked down from eye rolling sensation, she saw Brock’s hard c**k.

Slowly she lowered her mouth towards him, unable to do or think about anything else as she rocked her hips over his mouth and tongue, and gently, sucked on his c**k, the surprise caused him to stop for a second.

Melissa moaned as he started to continue on but just as she reached her orgasm he stopped because she kept sucking his c**k.

“Right. You’re a bad girl. On your knees on the floor.” He said in a firm but quiet voice.

She happily complied, “Now bad girls get punished. Suck it.” He said and Melissa took his huge c**k into her mouth. All the way to the bottom. He moaned a deep rumble that seemed to start in chest.

“Oh yes.” As Melissa moved back and wrapped one hand around his hard, swollen member. In rhythm with the movement of her hand she moved her mouth making it disappear inch by inch, Brock watched her do this his hands resting on the bed. Melissa got after with her rhythm, Brock leaned over and whispered, “Play with yourself while you do this.” She looked up into his eyes from her position on her knees on the floor. And then put one hands between her legs, finding her p***y even wetter than before.

Slowly in small circles she rubbed at her c******s, and sucked on Brock’s rock hard member. He put his hands in her hair and pulled her head back releasing his c**k with a pop. “Naughty girls get punished. Remember that.” He said.

Smiling now, he let go of her hair and they both stood. “Where do you want me Brock?” She asked.

“On the bed.” He said, the brakes were off, he had to make love to her. He was craving release, willingly she obliged, he climbed onto the bed, settling himself kneeling between her legs, his c**k waiting at her entrance.

“Do you want me?” He asked suddenly unsure if he’d pushed her too far. He liked to take control when it came to s*x but hed never force Melissa or anyone to do anything. “Yes, Brock. I want you.” That was all he needed, slowly he entered her. Taking his own weight onto his arms with a final thrust of his hips he was fully inside her, making her moan.

“Mmmm oh god.” Melissa said as she finished what she was saying he captured her lips in a deep passionate kiss.

They both started to move together, finding a rhythm. Getting faster, all that could be heard is the sound of Brock’s moans and Melissa saying “Yes. God. Yes Brock.” Brock moved his hand towards her c******s and rubbed at it. As he moved his head upwards he saw his brother standing at the top of the basement stairs. At the same time Melissa arched her back and her orgasm took over he looked down at this beautiful amazing woman and kissed her, as he did so his own orgasm hit him. After a final few thrusts he collapsed onto the bed. 

Brock woke up with a start, his arm was draped across the bed, looking sideways he saw a sleeping Melissa, her hair messy from where he’d had his hands in it, he smiled at this.

Then he remembered earlier, when he’d made love to her. He saw Blake at the top of the stairs, and yes a small part of him had felt euphoric, here was Blake watching as his older twin was deep inside Melissa, this felt to him like he was asserting his dominance over Blake.

Like Brock was trying to say “This is how you treat a woman like Melissa”

Brock felt Melissa stir and she rolled towards him, “Hey.” Melissa said before she realised they were both naked in bed pulling the covers further over her naked chest.

“Hey beautiful.” Brock said, he’d started to feel horny again. To Brock, Melissa was a drug and he was addicted.

She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the lips. Wrapping his arm tighter around her waist he pulled her closer.

“I want you.” He whispered his voice hoarse from lust.

Kissing Melissa she responded enthusiastically. Brock moved to climb on top of her but just as he was about to a bang came from the door.

“Melissa, breakfasts ready.” Blake called out

“Ok be there in a minute.” Melissa responded trying not to giggle.

“Have you seen Brock?” his voice was heavy with a variety of different emotions. Brock put a finger to his lips signalling to Melissa to stay quiet.

“No, is he in the shower?” Melissa asked.

“Mom says it’s on the table.” Blake said and left.

Brock and Melissa fell into giggles. After a while Brock said “Great now I have to make out I was in the shower. Which means I miss my shower. Thanks.” He told Melissa as she got up out of bed, he gave her a playful swat on the ass.

Smiling she pulled on underwear then proceeded to put on some black jeans, and a dusky pink turtle neck sweater, that clung to all her curves. Melissa put on some makeup and brushed her hair.

“Come on. Breakfast.” Melissa said pulling on Brock’s arm to encourage him out of bed.

Getting up out of bed, completely naked “I’d rather have you for breakfast.” He said as he kissed her pretty red lips.

Melissa pulled away “I know. I would too but we have to be careful. We can do this later. Your parents are expecting us.” Slipping out of his arms as he let out a sad sigh.

“Fiiiine” Brock said and started pouting.

“I’ll go first, then you follow after.” Melissa said walking up the stairs.

Getting to the top she opened the door and walked straight into Blake

“Good morning Melissa. Sleep well?” Blake asked as he pushed off the wall he was leaning on.

What Brock and Melissa didn’t know that when he’d seen them making love Blake made it his mission to win Melissa back.

He didn’t care that it was his twin, he’d take her from anyone. It hurt more that Brock was f*****g his girl.

He’d got up to get some water and had heard moaning coming from the basement, the door was partially open. He stood there and watched Melissa on her knees, sucking Brock’s c**k.

Unlike his twin Blake got angry and jealous, his hand clenched into a fist, then when he saw Brock inside her, Brock looked up and locked eyes with him. Blake would swear Brock smirked at him. He watched as Melissa bucked and writhed under his brother, he didn’t hang around to watch what happened after.

Going back to bed this jealously and anger made him realise that his feelings for Melissa weren’t as simple as he first thought.

“Come on sweetheart. Let’s go get breakfast.” Blake said.

When the coast was clear Brock ran out and into the nearest bathroom. Turning the shower on, he wet his hair and turned it off. Wrapping a towel around his waist and went to go and change before walking into the dining room, to get some breakfast.

With his jeans slung low on his hips, and a dark grey t-shirt showing off his muscular physique. His hair messy looking like he just got out of the shower, and day old stubble on his face, slight dark shadows from a few late nights were starting to show. He walked into the dining room. Catching Melissa’s eye, he gave her a smirk before pulling out his chair and sitting down. The radio was playing some popular song, Elaine was chatting on the phone. Tony was reading not paying attention to anything around him, and Andrea grabbed a piece of toast before flying out of the door to her part time job.

Melissa was eating scrambled eggs, pancakes and bacon, hash browns and toast.

Brock grabbed some scrambled eggs, and hash brown and bacon, and toast. Quietly so no one else heard he said “Hungry?” A piece of toast half way to her mouth.

“Yes” she whispered. “I worked up an appetite.”

Elaine mouthed while on the phone “Melissa I fed the dogs for you honey.”

“Thank you” she mouthed back. Elaine went back to her phone call.

Tony got up said something about his study and wandered away with his coffee in his hand.

That left an awkward silence between Brock, Blake and Melissa who were still sitting at the table.

A FEW DAYS LATER

Melissa is back at home. Her family were back from the U.K. pulling into the car park. She had to nip in the office and deal with a break in. The burglars had stolen inconsequential items, files of her trade deal in Australia it was essentially research not that it was good for anything. The company’s profit and loss statements, also a few items of importance to Melissa they wouldn’t fetch much money but to Melissa they were priceless. Nobody had seen anything the cameras never picked up anything either. Brock and Melissa was having dinner later, so she needed to get ready.

As Melissa approached the door she noticed it was a jar. Cautiously she dialled 911, leaving the phone now connected to the emergency services “Hi police please, my names Melissa Hartford I’ve had a break in.”

“Ok Miss Hartford stay on the line and don’t go in under any circumstances. There will be an officer with you shortly. A short while later and the police arrived. Melissa phoned Brock as they entered the place to look for the potential burglar. “Ok all clear Miss Hartford. Do you want to come in a check nothings missing.” The officer called Smyth said. He was tall and broad with blonde hair he clearly kept styled. His shirt look too tight round his bulging bicep. His face was that of a seasoned veteran who knew what he was doing.

“Ok.” Melissa said in a quiet voice. Looking round she could see that her work desk had been ransacked. Running towards it she looked through. “s**t, s**t, Shit.” She cried.

“What’s wrong Miss?” The officer said as he did so Brock walked through the door.

“Sweetheart are you okay?” He asked concern colouring his voice. Holding Melissa in his arms he cradled her head and rubbed her back soothing her. “Brock what will I do? They’ve taken stuff.”

Breathing out slowly he asked “What sort of stuff?”

“They took security access codes For the entire office building. This has to be the same people who broke into my office. Also my dirty laundry is there and it was in a neat pile, someone has been through it and stolen my panties. Four pairs.” Melissa said.

Running a hand across her face Melissa panicked. Putting his hands on her shoulders he broke her anxiety that was building. “Focus. What do you need to do first?” He asked.

“I need to contact the security company and get everything changed. Shit.” She cursed getting out her phone.

Brock went to speak to the officer. He didn’t like or trust him. “Miss Hartford has sorted this. Do you have a number we can contact you on.”

“I was just about to say I’ve finished my report. If miss Hartford would like to come to the station house and make an official statement, describing the items and what happened tomorrow? By the way where were you this evening?” Officer Smyth asked.

Brock smirked “You've got no just cause to question me. Now either arrest me or go.” He turned on his heel and escorted the police officers to the door. Shutting it behind them.

Melissa had just finished on the phone. “Everything okay?” Brock asked. Melissa wasn’t normally the sort of person who needed a man to be there for her. Now she was grateful Brock was here, starting dinner for the two of them, he did things without expectation, it was purely to make Melissa happy.

“Yeah I’ve managed to sort it. They couldn’t find any trace of the burglars on security cameras. The security company think they’re pros. If that’s the case why did they take little things. Old profit and loss statements, my research on Australia and it’s laws and personal items? That’s what I don’t get.”

“Who knows why people take anything baby? I have a glass of wine poured for you. Help with your nerves.” Handing the glass over Melissa swallowed hard then took a drink before asking “Brock, would you stay here tonight please?”

She hated asking but she felt scared. Someone had come into her private residence and violated that space. That made her feel vulnerable. Someone had touched her things, been through her laundry that was waiting to be washed on the couch to get her panties, they’d also taken a necklace from her dad that originally belonged to her late mother. A tear fell down her face. Brock went over to her, leaving dinner to cook. Putting his arms around her he buried his face into her hair inhaling deeply. “Of course sweetheart. I wouldn’t leave you.” Melissa wrapped her arms around Brock. Feeling safe, in his arms she presses her lips to his in a sweet kiss.

Brock pulled away and realisation hit “Oh crap. Dinner.” Running back onto the kitchen Brock starts to sort dinner. Slipping into the bedroom she changed into a sun dress. With blue and yellow flowers on.

Serving up the steak with a red wine jus, and potatoes and Mediterranean cooked vegetables, Brock placed the plates on the table. He turned to see Melissa approach him. He was completely shocked. Her hair was loose and fell around her shoulders, she had on some flat shoes and a knee length sundress. Brock’s mouth was dry, she looked amazing. The simple sundress teamed with blue flat shoes, her hair falling around her shoulders Brock wanted to rip her clothes off her there and then and make love to her on the table. He always wanted her, but tonight she needed him to stay by her side as a reassuring presence. She was scared and Brock knew that. He smiled and said “You look fantastic as always.

Pulling her chair out for her the two are in a comfortable silence, once the meal was finished Melissa said “That was the best meal I’ve eaten for a while Brock, thank you.” Getting up ahead gave him a kiss on the cheek as she moved the empty to the sink.

“Leave the dishes tonight. You need to unwind you’ve had a stressful day.” He said as he got behind her and started to run her shoulders. “Mmmm Brock that’s so good.” Melissa turned and kissed Brock. A little surprised by her dominance he kissed her back, showing her whose boss. Holding her in his arms he held on firmly but gently. As he pulled away from Melissa he whispered “I have to hold on tightly to you. You are so perfect, I just feel like you will be snatched away from me at any time.” Melissa smiled at this compliment, it made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Looking at the clock Melissa let out a squeak as she realised it was gone 10. “We really should get to bed.” She murmured not really intending her thoughts to be voiced.