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Melody Darmody was born when Jimmy was nearly three years old. Her father was a rich man named John Powell, whom Gillian had seduced. Because he was married, John couldn’t take Melody away and raise her, but he did everything he could while she was growing up to take care of her. He paid for her schooling, her clothes, made sure that she never went hungry… Gillian Darmody appreciated the money that came in on Melody’s behalf and even let John Powell see his daughter on occasion.

Jimmy had been jealous, of course: Melody had a father who actually cared about her, whereas the Commodore liked to pretend that Jimmy didn’t exist. But despite the jealousy, Jimmy took care of his little sister. He protected her from bullies and kept her as ignorant of Gillian’s dalliances as he could. The two of them formed a bond around the fact that they were both considered bastard children… they played together, lived and laughed together.

It wasn’t until Jimmy went away to Princeton that things changed. Something happened while he was there, something that he would never tell his sister about… but suddenly he was enlisted in the military and going off to fight the Kaiser. Being only fifteen at the time and still in school, Melody was lost without her brother. She had friends, of course, but none like Jimmy. Jimmy understood, he was her blood…

Jimmy came back from that war with a limp and he wouldn’t talk about what he saw over there, not to Melody, not to anyone else. Melody finished her schooling and moved into an apartment that her father had gotten for her when she turned eighteen. Still, she visited Jimmy and his family regularly, and it was during one of these visits that she met Richard Harrow. Richard was a quiet man, but Melody could understand why.

There was something alluring about him, though… something that made her want to be in his presence. Maybe it was the relationship that Richard had with Jimmy, maybe it was his husky voice and how he seemed to choose his words carefully… Whatever it was, Melody was always happy to see him.

Then the Commodore had finally acknowledged Jimmy and Gillian, and things had become a bit weird. Jimmy was splitting his time between his home and the Commodore’s… and something was wrong with Angela, though Melody didn’t know what.

Angela was murdered and Melody went to her brother’s side in order to help care for Tommy, Jimmy’s son. Suddenly, she was living in the Commodore’s house alongside her brother and Richard Harrow. She wasn’t privy to what the men were doing, but that was okay… there was Tommy to look after…

And then, one night, Jimmy had disappeared.

Melody was left with her mother and Richard, and it seemed only natural that she should become closer to the person that Jimmy loved and trusted. Her father, John Powell, had died and left her a sizeable amount of money as his heir.

She was alone in the large house, alone except for Tommy and Richard, and she began to look at Richard differently. He was a good man, an attractive man, and probably the only person that she could trust.

What happened next was inevitable…

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When Richard awoke the next morning, it took him a few moments to get used to his surroundings. He was in Melody’s room, in her bed… and she was wrapped around him. Richard marveled at how warm and soft she was, her little body pressed to his. He hadn’t slept this well in a long time…

Resting his chin on the top of her head, he inhaled the scent of her shampoo and thought. What would Jimmy say if he were here? Would he be okay with the two of them being together? As far as Richard could reckon, Jimmy would have been happy to see Richard taking a step towards living his life. Maybe he would have been surprised to see Melody with Richard, maybe he wouldn’t have been… After all, Jimmy had accepted Richard at a time in his life when he really needed a friend: Jimmy had said that he would fight for Richard down to the last bullet. Melody was a lot like Jimmy in that respect. She saw people for who they really were, not for the façade that they tried to show the world.

Melody shifted a bit in his arms, waking… “Mmm, Richard…” she whispered, yawning. “Good morning”

“Did I… wake you?” he inquired, feeling a bit guilty.

“Goodness, no” Melody answered. She stretched against him and smiled. “I need a cigarette”

Richard watched as she got up out of bed, missing the closeness of her body immediately. She didn’t bother to cover her nakedness: she simply found her cigarettes on the right nightstand and, using a match, lit one, blowing the smoke into the air.

“I was thinking about taking a bath before breakfast” Melody confessed, turning to look at him. “Would you like to join me?”

“I, mmm, should… go back to… my room”

“Why?” she queried innocently. “There’s a bathtub right here. I really won’t take no for an answer”

Shades of her mother, but Richard wasn’t about to tell her that. “If you… insist…”

“I do” Melody stated, smiling.

Moving so that he was sitting on the bed, Richard took hold of his mask and gently slid it onto his face before he returned her gaze.

Oh, but he didn’t need the mask… Melody figured that he must feel more comfortable with it on, though, so she decided to let the matter be. At least he wasn’t scrambling for his clothing… Pinning her hair back up, she scooted close to him on the bed as she smoked, resting her head on his shoulder. “How do you like your bath water? Hot?”

“Mmm” he agreed, butterflies in his stomach. The way that she was cuddling with him sent a pang of desire through him: it was as if she trusted him, and he cherished the thought.

“I’ll run the water, then” Melody advised, hopping off of the bed and heading for the bathroom. “Now, don’t you disappear on me”

“I won’t” Richard averred.

Finishing her cigarette, Melody relieved herself after she had turned on the tap in the bathtub. Good thing that the Commodore was into luxury and had put large tubs into all of the rooms… When there was enough water in the tub, she called for Richard and got in.

He was anxious as he entered the bathroom: he needed to relieve himself, but he couldn’t imagine doing so in front of Melody. Stepping into the tiled room, he found that she was already in the bath, reclining with her head back and her eyes closed. “I… need to…” Richard tried, covering his manhood with his hands.

“I already did” she answered without moving. “Go ahead: I won’t look”

Trust wasn’t something that came easily to him… but then he remembered that Melody had trusted him with her body the previous night. His worry washed away and he was able to go to the toilet and relieve himself. Turning back to Melody, who was across the large, pink and white bathroom, he found that she still lay there with her eyes closed.

Richard climbed in to the opposite side of the tub, watching as she raised her knees to allow him room. Oh, but the water felt so good as it surrounded him, and it smelled sweet.

“Mother will be wanting money to fix the pipes in this place” Melody stated, finally opening her eyes and looking at him. She took a bar of soap and a clean washrag from a nearby stand, lathering the cloth and then handing it to him.

He was out of his element, no doubt about it… but he drew the soapy rag over his chest and arms as Melody prepared another washrag for herself.

“I think I’ll oblige her” she continued, smiling at Richard, “Assuming she acquiesces to a few small requests”

“Such… as?”

“I want her to let up on giving you chores… You’re not a handyman”

“I… don’t mind” Richard answered, washing his abdomen.

“Well, I do… and so would Jimmy if he was here” Melody washed her breasts, noticing that Richard couldn’t help but to watch her. “There are better things for you to do, like take Tommy and me to the boardwalk”

“She won’t… like it…”

“I think that she’ll be quite alright with it” Pausing, she drew her washrag over her belly. “For the right price, of course. She’s ever so predictable”

Her body looked delectable in the water, gleaming and soapy… Richard did his best to rein himself in. He didn’t want her to think that he was some kind of animal incapable of controlling himself.

“Would you do me a favor, Richard?” Melody queried, giving him an impish grin.

“Of… course”

Standing up in the tub, she asked, “Would you wash my back?”

“Mmm” he agreed, reacting to the sight of her form. It was even worse when she turned around, showing him her shapely backside before she got back into the tub. Richard took his washrag and drew it over her upper back, swallowing hard: he wanted her again, badly. His cock was literally aching from their interaction.

Melody sighed with bliss at his touch. She was teasing him a bit, true, and maybe that wasn’t right, but she loved his reactions. She had to be honest, she loved the feel of his touch, loved his hard cock pressing to the small of her back as she sat in front of him. As he brought the rag across her shoulders, she thanked him.

“You’re… welcome” Richard answered, his voice huskier than normal. Fuck it, he couldn’t help his reaction… she was beautiful, sexy, and she turned him on.

“Richard?”

“Hmm?”

Melody was gazing at the wall ahead of her: someone had hung an impressionist painting of a woman bathing there. She focused on the picture even as she spoke. “You don’t have to be embarrassed… we’re in a bathtub together, naked”

“You don’t… feel the same… way, though”

She leaned back against him, releasing a deep breath. “It’s not as obvious with a woman, but… I feel exactly the same way. It’s like I can’t get enough of you”

Richard took a chance and laced his right arm around her chest: he watched as Melody lowered her head and kissed his flesh.

She put her hands on his arm and smiled at his possessiveness. “I think we’re clean: we should get out”

He let go of her reluctantly, regarding her form as she stood up and exited the tub.

Melody grabbed a large, fluffy towel from the cart and dried herself off, turning to him… Oh god, but the way that he was looking at her: a pang of desire shot through her body, centering between her legs. “Richard…”

His breath had quickened as he got up, taking the towel from her hands. Stepping out of the tub, he dried himself off too, being careful not to snag the cotton on his aching manhood.

She moved close to him and pushed herself up on her tiptoes to press a kiss to his mouth. Melody took hold of the towel and dropped it to the floor before she grasped his hand and led him from the bathroom and back to the bed. “Again” she pleaded, pulling at him, trying to get him to join his body to hers.

Richard reached out and cupped her face in his hands. “Are you… sure?”

“Oh, yes… I need you, Richard: I need to feel you inside of me”

Gently, he slid his hands down to her breasts and held her beautiful tits in his palms, brushing his thumbs over her nipples. Melody sighed and leaned into his touch, doing him one better: she took hold of his cock with her little right hand and stroked him slowly from base to tip.

Richard groaned at the sensation and pushed his hips forward. He was rewarded as she repeated her action, tightening her hand around him.

“Please” she whispered, tugging at him softly. “Please, Richard”

He climbed into bed with her, positioning himself between her legs. There was the delicious moment as he began to penetrate her: she cried out lowly and he felt her hot, wet pussy take him inside. “So… tight…” Richard stated involuntarily.

“And you’re so big” Melody replied, wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Will you go slow for me?”

Oh, yes, but that sounded good… just nice and slow so that he could feel every bit of her. “Yes…” he answered, burying his face between her breasts.

Melody mewed in the back of her throat as he began to thrust, his pace metered. In and out he moved, in smooth strokes that sent chills up her spine.

He never knew that making love could be so wonderful, so fulfilling… With Odette it had been a thrill, but with Melody it was so much more: she cared about him and that meant something.

She slid her fingers into his hair and brought his mouth up to hers, kissing him with abandon. “You feel so good” she breathed. “Don’t stop…”

“I won’t” he promised. He wanted to make love to her forever… oh god, if only he could. What was his emotion that he was feeling? One night with her had awakened something that he had tried to bury within in order to protect himself: the ability to love. It was like a slap to his senses and yet he allowed it.

Richard leaned up enough so that he could see her face: there was ecstasy on her features, and making eye contact with her was so heady…

He lasted a long time, waiting for her to come first. When he saw her tilt her head back with bliss and felt her pussy spasm around him, he lost control, coming deep inside of her.

In the aftermath, they lay together, fighting for breath…

“Sooo good” Melody praised, kissing his throat.

Yes, it WAS good: they were good together.

They rested for nearly a half an hour before they got up and dressed. Breakfast would be waiting for them…

And Gillian would be waiting for her daughter…

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