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[Mary had been part of Maria's focus for so long, even as she was with James. a reminder of what her sister had, what Maria never got, and how she took it from her in her weakest moments.

no, she didn't think about that now. what was on her mind was how good James felt, how well they fit, and how she didn't know if she could ever find someone else (or something) like this again. Maria couldn't quite put a word to what this was between them and it was better not to. simply focus on how wet he made her and how good it felt to have his cock in her.

as her hips bounced on his cock, as he touched her, and his name kept escaping her lips like a chant; she hoped this wouldn't stop. that he wouldn't stop wanting her. it was possible, she did just have to give him what he wanted and yet also keep it from him. an easy enough game.]

You make me such a mess, James. You feel so good...

( in his resistance to her after that first encounter, there was something there that drew him back to her. was it his never-ending pathetic need to comfort all of his heavy emotions and burdens? absolutely, but there was also something magnetizing about maria. whether she treated him with the same compassion and kindness she had before, or treated him like dirt that wasn't worthy of kissing the soles of her feet, he enjoyed it. he didn't show it, opting to simply express the pleasure he was feeling now but—

he enjoyed any kind of attention she was showing him like the coward he was. as she grinded against him, hips rising and coming down on his cock, he began to pull her closer, hands on her hips holding more tightly. )

Come on....come for me....ride your orgasm out on my cock....please.

( now he was truly begging, wanting to feel that blissful sensation of her tightening around him and coating him with as much wetness as she could muster. as for himself, he wasn't close to his own orgasm— instead wanting to selfishly ride it out for as long as he could. )

[the sexual tension between them once they grew closer after Mary got sick had been genuine. even if Maria knew she had manufactured situations to help build that up, some of it had simply come. part of it was because they needed a distraction from Mary, part of it was because James was horny, and the other part? Maria thought it was best not to think about it too much.

and later she would remember how James had treated her. he had brushed her off when she'd tried to make them a thing. that isn't on her mind at the moment. instead Maria does as he says. playing with herself to bring her to that point, her body bouncing on his cock. Maria can feel he isn't close but for her, it was so easy to get to this point. it's all too easy for her to reach orgasm and she gasps as the ripples of pleasure overcome her body, overcome her. like he'd wanted, her walls tighten around his cock but she moves on his cock for him.

even as she finishes, she keeps moving as she looks down at him, her face flushed and heart beating rapidly.]

How do you want me to get you off? I won't say no this time. [she was too relaxed into her own pleasure to continue being mad.]

( in spite of his selfish pride, he was a man down inside and deep to his core. whatever emotions they had, tensions that escalated to point of toxicity, he still wanted to feel her climax at least twice before he finally gave in. call it him needing an ego boost― whatever the reasons were, he needed this to last longer than their first encounter. he still wasn't sure where he stood with her, if she'd be willing to provide him the attention he so seemed to crave after this, but whatever the future held, he needed to get as much as he could from this.

with a roll of his own hips, he let out a shaky breath and watched as she began to play with herself. he probably should have reached out first to do it, but he opted to simply hold her waist as tightly as possible, fucking inside of her with an increased speed. that's all he needed―

to hear those moans escape from her lips and things would be okay. )

Like this....just keep riding me. I'll hold on and give you more pleasure soon.

[there's a laugh when she hears his answer. this man was exhausting, with his ever changing ideas and cravings.]

Oh, so now you want to see me? [it would be tempting to reject what he wanted but she had said she would give him what he wanted, no matter what that was. there were many things she was but this type of hypocrisy was not one of them. but being an awful sister who would fuck her twin's husband? that she would do.

best not to think about it.]

Or maybe you just like seeing me work for it? To make sure you feel good. That it, James?

[there's a smirk on her face as she goes back to her previous pace, moving with him so he can be as deep as possible into her.]

( with so many things and feelings ruminating within him, he found himself truly lost for words. he wasn't sure how to react to any of this or what to do to avoid maria's ire. he felt if he was honest and admitted he just wanted to have more control through this way, he was sure she'd get angry with him. if he hid his intentions, he was sure she would call it out.

so instead he simply let out a loud moan the more she began to grind deeper onto him. his hands held her more firmly, and he slowly lifted his head up, forehead resting against her neck as he began to kiss her skin. it was a way of placating her, but also fueling his own selfish little desires. finally though, he spoke. )

I guess....it doesn't really matter. You just feel so good...

( that was probably the best she was going to get from someone like him who was so wishy-washy at times. )

[was there a right move here for James? probably not. no matter what he did, he was doing something wrong. after all, he was here fucking Maria. but if he was honest, Maria would have appreciated that just a little more. what was the point in pretending they were here for anything else than he wanted someone to fuck? he had tried pretty words earlier and that had failed because Maria saw through it.

but she wouldn't have been surprised if he didn't even know what he wanted.

at least she can enjoy this. letting out a pleased sigh when he kisses her skin and she makes sure she clenches around his cock as she bears down on him.]

Mm, so romantic, James. But I know. We both know what I'm good at.

( there's only a slight and faint defiant look in his eyes as she said those words— he wasn't usually the kind to get offended by any remarks others had for him because frankly he could care less. but those words made him truly feel something because it was true, he tried sometimes. wasn't the necklace that she was dangling in front of him evidence of that? yet he couldn't bring himself to comment on it, no instead with what little space there was between her riding him and their bodies, he slipped his hand in between them and began to touch at her clit.

it was ridiculous really, that her words only spurred him on to pleasure her. to bring her to orgasm because of him. it was what a weak and pathetic man needed, now more than ever. )

And I can be....good at things too.

( his words were gentle, her actions and movements leaving him whining against her soft and warm skin. he needed her despite his coldness from before and it was clear now more than ever. he truly had hit a new low. )

[Maria views the necklace as bait. after all, isn't that what it had been when he'd given it to her? a way to tempt her more to his side? as if she hadn't already been there. like they had not been drawn to each other the moment they were left alone with their grief and loneliness.

yet when he touches her, she feels oddly moved. Maria would like to believe she was better than that, to fall for a man's usual tricks. showing her any thought, concern, well; that was simple. that was easy to do because she could be affected by the simplest of things. case in point. however, he's already balls deep in her so who cares about that little detail? she can blame it on the adrenaline, the lust.

so she loses herself in it. moves in to kiss him softly as she moans, moving her body perfectly so she can feel his touch all the more better and feel his length as deep inside as she can get.]

You'll make me come with your name on my lips. Want that?

( truly like a lost and wet cat, he looked up at her with more gentle affection as her lips came crashing down to his. all of his efforts, even unknown to him, were for the sake of driving her further into his pit of depravity. a sick wife only fifty feet away from them, and all he could think about was his own pleasure and release. even if he was more willing to give her some gesture of affection through rubbing her as he fucked her further, it was all for his sake.

yet as they went on in this moment, all he could truly focus on was the physical aspect of their affair. how tight and wet she felt on him, how her lips were so soft and familiar, and just how badly he wanted to let go and fill her up. he had promised he would at least try and get another position in before falling apart, but even now he wasn't sure if he could hold out longer.

so when she broke that kiss, he took a moment to stabilize his mind and catch his breath before he finally spoke. )

More than anything....I want to hear you moan my name.

( he had to truly stop himself there because he was this close to saying 'loud enough for anyone to hear'. )

[Maria had come over here, expecting a quick fuck from him before he pushed her away and wanted to ignore her for another week or two. James had helped to get them to this point but his ability to take any responsibility was sorely lacking. at least Maria could accept she had done a terrible thing, would continue to do this terrible thing, and live her life.

Mary didn't get that.

what Maria had not expected was James wanting her to meet her climax more than once. to touch her to help because he hadn't done that before. which was just as well. a thoughtful man was a rarity. this time, Maria hadn't come in with high expectations. that seemed to be the trick actually. she needed to set them low so she could be pleasantly surprised. just as well. practically her motto at this point.

Maria is panting as she bounces on his cock and smirks at him.]

Let's see what you can manage. You close?

( with his own expectations and self-esteem catapulting lower and lower with each betrayal, he couldn't think clearly anymore. all he could do was feel and act upon his desires without a thought given to consequences. his ego was already fragile and seeking those quick highs to make himself feel better about what he was doing—

if it meant he had to help her reach her orgasm in order to feel just a bit better about himself, then so be it. it was like the first time they had engaged in this kind of debauchery and while he had been more cold towards the end of their encounter that time, he had no intentions of repeating that same mistake. it was becoming more clear now as he allowed her to command and demean him— mary's demise was imminent and despite wishing for her misery to come to an end [to finally set him free], he needed someone to catch him when it was all over.

so while he wasn't thinking it per say, his actions said everything he was clearly aiming for. )

I....I don't need to be.

( because clearly her own orgasm arriving first was important— even if it really wasn't in his mind. what he wanted was for her to call his name, be driven mad by pleasure and then he could fill her up and pour out all of his frustrations into her.

with a tighter grip to her hip, his fingers continued on working and rubbing gently against her clit, pads of his fingertips soaking up whatever mixture of her arousal and his pre-cum seemed to seep up. he pushed his face against the side of her stomach, a soft and whiny moan escaping him as he did his best to hold back his own orgasm. though if she was observant, she'd be able to tell by the throbbing of his cock inside of her that he was clearly struggling. )

[Maria can feel how close he is, how he's holding back, though she can only make assumptions. is it because he's afraid of this only being a one-time thing? part of her wonders if he'll have the balls to do this again. call her and ask her for sex. or something else? Maria didn't know.

but she already has had one orgasm which is one more than she expects usually with men. James commenting that his own climax doesn't matter as much makes her chuckle. the last time it had obviously been so important. he hadn't even helped her. but here they were now...

she can't lie. the whiny moan does it for her. he sounds pathetic and maybe it isn't something she should wonder but she does question if Mary was used to hearing him like this. if Mary had ever heard him make sounds like this. she assumes not. Maria assumed James probably felt like he had to stay stoic, maybe a grunt here or there. real manly like. laughable, to expect something like that from him. but the sound brings her closer and she has to close her eyes, get lost in the feeling and the facts of this situation. how his cock feels deep inside of her and she bites down on her lip, bearing her hips down on him to grind against his hand. once, twice, and the third time she finds herself climaxing again.

and with a cry of his name, knowing he must really want that. loudly, too. if Mary wasn't totally passed out...]

( there's a sharp and shaky breath that followed that pathetic cry of his as he rolled his hips up against her, cock pushing further into her. the frothy wet mess of their combined arousal seeped down onto him, leaving him with a burning and hot sensation in his body. it was strange really in a way and perhaps tied back to just how much he had relied on her for emotional support during this time but it felt as if he could only show his real self with her. at least in this moment where his emotions and passions were all a muddled mess leaving his mind in a blurry haze. he wasn't sure how or when, but he always felt he had to be so strong around mary. now more than ever really given her illness and how everyone expected him to be her rock.

but what about him? his needs? it was strange that he began to think about that now while sleeping with his wife's sister but....sometimes moments of clarity struck in the worst moments.

it didn't last long though really, because as soon as he felt her grind against him and coming to her own orgasm, he let out a sharp cry. he couldn't hold back anymore, he was pathetic really, he needed to seek his own pleasure too. so while it might have seemed like he was helping her ride out her own orgasm, stretching and prolonging it, he was truly just bringing himself closer and closer.

then it came— that hot sticky mess that sealed in the fact that he was doing this with someone who wasn't his wife. there was no ignoring the evidence now and as his cock throbbed inside of her, he reached out to gently bite against her skin, leaving a possessive mark against her. )

[before she had fucked him, Maria had appealed to his emotions. all men had them even if they were taught not to show them. it had been James's issue certainly. so she'd smiled, comforted him without him ever showing he needed it. talked about how strong he was being.

and it wasn't as if it was a lie. Maria didn't think this had been easy on him. losing someone wasn't a simple thing. even Maria didn't pretend this wasn't hard. as envious as she always had been of her older sister, bitterly sometimes, Maria knew Mary was leaving a gaping hole behind. not one that could be filled by her no matter how James probably thought Maria could.

but oh well. for now, they could distract the other.

and what a distraction it was. as he came inside her, as she felt his teeth on her skin...her hands clung to his shoulders as she continued to move her hips to help him ride out his orgasm until he was completely spent. she moved off of him once she was sure of that and went to lay down next to him, head on his shoulder.]

Feel better?

( when he thought back to that time, things were simple and almost pure in a way. there were no ulterior motives from james at that point only a need to seek mutual comfort with someone who could understand what he was going through. they were both dealing with the sickness of a loved one, optimistic even but then as the days, weeks, and months went on it became clear that from her core, that disease was eating mary from the inside out. he had kept a strong composure, but much like now, he was starting to fall apart at the seams.

he still wasn't the best at expressing his feelings by any means really— they came out in short chaotic bursts like today. the only way he knew how to cope with anything really was through sex it seemed, at least for now. so as he sat beneath maria, the spill of their affair dripping down onto his cock and lap, he rolled his eyes up at her. with a shaky breath, he inhaled deeply and sighed as a subtle nervous little sound of laughter escaped his lips. 'what kind of question is that?', he thought but opted instead to not answer her.

instead as she moved off of him, he looked over to her and closed his eyes briefly, hand immediately going to his cock to stroke himself just a bit more. for the first time in ages— he was still hard after getting off. )

I uh.....it was enjoyable. I could have kept going you know? If you wanted more.

( did he really care that she wanted more? maybe, it was hard to tell. he hadn't quite sunk that deep into his own selfish depravity.

not yet at least. )

[there had been ulterior motives from Maria, of course. but there had been something fun, comforting, about her nights with James before it did finally turn sexual. maybe it had been about the chase but Maria did think it had something to do with being able to just not think about Mary for a moment. Maria did start to help with her because that was her sister and she did care about her.

but just not enough to stop from doing what she was with James. not enough to compete with her jealousy apparently.

Maria's question had been asked if he was still horny, still wanted more, but he doesn't answer her. 'enjoyable' makes her roll her eyes.] You really know how to make a girl feel special. [her gaze falls to his still hard cock and she attempts to push his hand away so she can stroke him instead.]

Do you want more?

I'm sorry—

( it's all he can truly muster out, a hint of emotion in his words as he leaned back onto the bed and she began to take over for him. for once in his life he found himself incredibly hard, the urge to gratify his own sexual needs not going away with a simple fuck. no, he needed more and the more she gave into him, the more he needed her. maria had turned from simply being his dear, sweet sister in law—

now she was a vision of something far more depraved in his eyes. a woman who was everything he could ever want and in that moment, as she asked if he wanted more, he decided he was going to move on from mary with her. )

But yes, I want more Maria. I want all of you.

( and on he went, leaning forward to kiss her aggressively and assert what he truly wanted.

—

after a long night of passionate fucking, general depravity and james going through a wave of emotions and thoughts in his mind, he finally found himself fully satisfied and tired, letting out a gasp for air as the cool air in the room made the sweat on his body stick to him like a feverish reminder of what he had done. with maria on her side now, he could only guess how many times they had gone at it before he was finally satisfied—

before his mind finally snapped back to sanity. it was there now that he was looking at her that he reached out to touch her shoulder, fingers possessively gripping her as he looked at her. )

I want you to move in fully, and be here. I need you now more than ever....I want you now more than ever before.

[it went without saying that Maria did not expect James to keep her here longer than necessary. their first intimate moment had been fleeting and one that James had ended abruptly, treated like he had wanted to forget all about it. but this night? there was no forgetting this. it had been a while for any man to keep her around for so long.

when he touches her, just to grip her shoulder, she is surprised by how possessive he is being. Maria had never noticed him behaving like this with Mary. he had always been so quiet and unassuming, awkward at worst. a wonderful fit for Mary until things went so rotten.

his words are even more surprising and she can't stop the look on her face from showing how surprised she is.]

Are you saying you want me all to yourself? [it is tempting to be cruel and she has been more than once tonight. it was well-deserved, she thought, but the farther the night went the less cold she'd become. and right now, she doesn't want to be cold or mean. this is more than she's ever gotten from another man.]

What about Mary?

( his body was a tired mess at this point, leaving him reeling with exhausting but beneath the tired facade was a man filled with darkness consuming every inch of his being. in that moment he hadn't thought about his poor wife withering away in a bed only a few feet from where they were, engaging in something so sinful and impure. in a different time and place, when things were happier he would have never thought to sink this low.

yet all of his senses and morals were crumbling away, leaving a rotten man at its core. a man who held maria more firmly, rolling his eyes up to meet her gaze as he stared at her. before he had run away from what he did, feeling so ashamed of himself for sinking so low and in such a disgraceful manner. now though? he was willing to accept what he did. it was all over now after all. )

It's over Maria.....any day now.

( in reference to mary passing away. )

We've both been through enough, don't you think we deserve some happiness? If we're both....enjoying this.

( he's deliberately vague with his answers, but soon his hand lifted up from her, fingers brushing against the side of her face as he pushed back strands of her hair behind her ear. )

[at the end of the day, it is her sister. her sister she has betrayed by sleeping with her husband as she lies there dying. the sister she has been bitter and jealous of for years. in the fading glow of her life, the shadows become darkness, and nothing matters any longer.

James is right. it is over, isn't it? but it hurts. it hurts to win simply because her sister will be gone. it hurts that James will only want her now because Mary will no longer be here to want and she is only a replacement. that is all she will ever be, even when they are together. in the back of James's mind, he will compare her to Mary. certainly he will.

but Maria doesn't care. maybe one day, he will only want her.]

We can say I am staying here to help her better. To be there for her. To spend my time with her. [she says it softly, all chill has been removed from her tone as she moves closer to him and presses her lips to his.] We can't be obvious, James.

( somewhere in the back of his mind, he's aware of the damage that he's doing. there's a festering and growing guilt that seems to ruminate within him, causing him to offer this kind of engagement as a compromise to all the horrible things he's done and will do. the only reason, truly, that he's straying like this now is because his happiness had come to a genuine end. he was no longer that happy man without a care in the world, the only weight on his shoulders being the responsibilities that came with fulfilling his role and duties as a man, husband. now he was a former husk of himself, mind and morals strained and twisted far beyond the recognizable.

as he gently drifted onto the bed, hands still on maria to keep them tethered, he looked up at her and nodded, simply closing his eyes as he gently inhaled the cool air surrounding them. his house was quiet now and he's sure they'd been loud enough for anyone to hear. )

We won't be. I'll be careful until the time is right.

( as she kissed him, he returned it, a strange and almost curious expression taking him over. he seemed to be swimming in a sea of arousal and haze, no shame or guilt over his words. )

I'm glad you wore that necklace I got you...I should get you something else...

( a reward, for caving into his demands. )

[when Maria had started to help care for her sister more, she'd seen what was happening with her and James. in Maria's mind, she had nurtured the improper relationship. Maria had known it would result in them coming together.

but she had not seen it coming to this. for James to offer her to be by his side when Mary was still alive. Maria had thought he would keep her some dirty secret in the dark, maybe if she was lucky, she could get him to date her when Mary was gone...

his offer to get her another gift, it doesn't feel like something he's doing to simply be nice. to give her something because he knows what he's doing here. not once has he said he cares for her. he hasn't said anything to that effect. he has told her he needs her but that doesn't mean a thing, now does it? James wants her because he wants comfort, wants someone to fuck. had James outsmarted her in this situation? where she was doing what he wanted after all? it seemed like giving him too much credit but she was the one moving in so he had access to her.]

A collar?

[to show he owns her?]

( her question left him a bit surprised, eyes rolling up at her as he looked at her with a rather curious expression. instead of finding humor or being terribly shocked by the suggestion, he almost seemed intrigued. )

I wasn't quite thinking of that....but I suppose...

( it was terrifying how he looked when his mind went to work, and while he rested there on the bed, eventually he reached for a sheet to cover his body with. his words were going to be a bit more brazen now, but even he couldn't be confident in himself enough to vocalize it openly. to be in his own skin to demand such things of maria. )

A small and thin leopard print choker would look good on you....

( he knew what he might be implying here and how things would look like to anyone looking in from the outside. he just didn't care anymore, he was a freak who could never truly love anyone anymore. what he did now was just chasing his own pleasure and satisfaction at the expense of everyone around him. )

[had this always been James? Maria couldn't say. with Mary, he'd always seemed like such a classic man. perhaps a little blunt, almost giving blank answers without very much emotion to them at all. Mary had small complaints here and there though it had never been like her to complain about anybody really. any time she'd made mention of James, she'd always looked so guilty.

'he's a good husband, Maria. really.'

and it was her good husband who had just fucked his sister-in-law all night, that was talking about getting her a collar to show just who she belonged to now.

Maria eyed him and even if it didn't seem possible that this man orchestrated anything, she didn't believe he could so such a thing anyway; the situation had easily played out just the way he wanted it.]

Subtle, James. Real subtle. [but for as mocking as she sounded, she wasn't pulling away from him and actions always spoke louder than words.] Not that Mary would think you'd buy such a thing.

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