"You know
you want me." His mouth engulfed hers, then moved greedily to the skin
of her throat.
"Stephen, don't
. It's not right!" She tried to pull away, but he held her fast. She
felt his left hand drag her downward, as his right hand worked to free
the remaining buttons.
"Stephen. . .no!" She was on the ground, and he had flung aside his
coat, looming on one knee beside her. Then with a swift movement of
both hands he tore open her slip, the widening V of her dress. Still
further, till the treasures of her body lay exposed. His mouth was
upon her breast, as his hand swept low to engulf her.
"Stephen! For God's sake. . .I'm your sister!"
He froze instantly, then lifted his head with a jerk. "You're lying."
"No," she said bitterly. "My mother is the widow MacCain. Your father
raped her, then sent her away when he found she was with child. Your
father. . .is my father, too." She sat up, pulling her knees to her
chest. And the pain in her eyes was more than he could face. Because
he knew that it was true.
Then for the first time he seemed to see the bodies, and to realize
that they had once been men.
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