30-06-2019, 01:58 PM
"Actually, brother mine, you're one dishy hunk," Shirlyn said with a grin.
"You're not half bad yourself, sister dear," her brother Harry replied. "That makes us quite a couple, doesn't it?"
"Mm. And incest is ..."
"Best?"
"Right!" she laughed brightly, tossing her silky dark hair.
He sipped his drink and set it down. Ever since their recruitment at Hedon & Venery, that mammoth global organisation devoted to purveying sexual gratification, the two siblings had given full reign to their innate sexuality.
Even the most ancient of taboos, violated a long time ago in submission to naked lust, was now a mere anachronism that no longer troubled them in the least. They loved each other dearly and knew each other well, and their sex was simple, passionate, yet deeply satisfying.
There was a strong physical resemblance between them, though her features were softer and finer where his were rugged and utterly masculine. They shared a clear brow and fine, straight nose with slightly flared nostrils and high cheekbones and a firm chin, pointed in her case, square in his. Her eyes were lovely, large and brown, lined with *kajal* and perennially full of sparkling good humour and a wicked mischief that made men want her desperately.
Her hair, like his, was silky and dark, but she tinted it to give it a lovely auburn highlight. Her mouth was delicious, soft and pleasing with a superbly bowed upper lip over a full, straight lower lip. Her neck was extraordinary, a long, elegant, swan-like column that supported her delicately honed head.
When she did her hair in a high knot or a braid, it looked even lovelier. Her ears were small and stuck out cutely. Her teeth were white and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an irregularity he knew many men found singularly erotic and appealing.
Her body was beautiful. Not very tall, she was slender and stunningly curved. The long neck led smoothly past sexy hollows in her throat and collar bones, around gently sloping shoulders to wonderful breasts full, firm, ripe, delectable with long dark nipples in puckered aureoles. He knew how hypersensitive her breasts and nipples were: he had often watched her orgasm over and over, moaning and keening like a lost puppy as a man sucked and fondled them.
In anything she wore, her breasts were lovely, jutting out proudly over the hem of her blouse, straining at a bikini bra, luscious under a fine T-shirt. Her cleavage was deep, tempting and she wore a gold necklace that rode high on the nape of her neck and disappeared tantalisingly into the vale between her gorgeous breasts. Beneath, her belly was firm and flat with a delicately hollowed navel and her hips flared to firm, superbly rounded buttocks curving over a dark and inviting cleft.
He knew she liked nothing so much as a long, hard, thick penis grinding between those lovely curves, sliding inexorably inward into either of her lower orifices. Her hips curved sweetly to slender, elegant legs with strongly arched feet. Her limbs were smoothly turned, the wrists and ankles delicate, the fingers tapering beautifully.
When they roamed a man's naked body or curled around his penis or arched into her own slit or that of another woman, her fingers were erotic beyond compare. Her skin was smooth and utterly clear, the colour of light honey, unblemished by the fine down that marred the beauty of so many women. There was a sexy little birthmark high inside her left breast.
His clean-shaven features were stronger and less delicate. His jaw was square, handsome, his eyes dark. His mouth was full and sensuous, the eyes intelligent and deep-set, his hair cut short. He, too, had strong, even teeth. His body was magnificent. He had broad, muscular shoulders, a deep, cleaved, utterly hairless chest, the torso tapering in a breathtakingly savage V to high hips and a narrow waist, the back curving steeply inward from the shoulders to the spine and then down to his hips.
His belly was a slab of rock, every muscle defined. His buttocks were firm and taut and his arms and legs were long and bunched with thick muscles. His skin was stretched tautly over his frame, showing off the hard sinew in his upper arms, forearms, thighs and calves.
Harry sprawled low in a deep chair, clad in comfortable baggy trousers and nothing else. She sat sideways on his lap, dressed in sleeveless black T-shirt with a wide, deep neck nothing but the gold chain around her neck.
As their eyes held, the sexual desire flickered, caught, then leapt in unspoken words between them. er hands slid over his torso, caressing the firm, manly contours of his body, relishing and loving the feel of his hard strength. He slipped his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her naked breasts beneath.
She tensed and trembled at his expert, knowing touch, her nipples stiffening instantly, popping erect in his fingers. He pinched and twirled them gently and she shuddered as ripples of sexual hunger coursed through her delicate frame.
"You're not half bad yourself, sister dear," her brother Harry replied. "That makes us quite a couple, doesn't it?"
"Mm. And incest is ..."
"Best?"
"Right!" she laughed brightly, tossing her silky dark hair.
He sipped his drink and set it down. Ever since their recruitment at Hedon & Venery, that mammoth global organisation devoted to purveying sexual gratification, the two siblings had given full reign to their innate sexuality.
Even the most ancient of taboos, violated a long time ago in submission to naked lust, was now a mere anachronism that no longer troubled them in the least. They loved each other dearly and knew each other well, and their sex was simple, passionate, yet deeply satisfying.
There was a strong physical resemblance between them, though her features were softer and finer where his were rugged and utterly masculine. They shared a clear brow and fine, straight nose with slightly flared nostrils and high cheekbones and a firm chin, pointed in her case, square in his. Her eyes were lovely, large and brown, lined with *kajal* and perennially full of sparkling good humour and a wicked mischief that made men want her desperately.
Her hair, like his, was silky and dark, but she tinted it to give it a lovely auburn highlight. Her mouth was delicious, soft and pleasing with a superbly bowed upper lip over a full, straight lower lip. Her neck was extraordinary, a long, elegant, swan-like column that supported her delicately honed head.
When she did her hair in a high knot or a braid, it looked even lovelier. Her ears were small and stuck out cutely. Her teeth were white and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an irregularity he knew many men found singularly erotic and appealing.
Her body was beautiful. Not very tall, she was slender and stunningly curved. The long neck led smoothly past sexy hollows in her throat and collar bones, around gently sloping shoulders to wonderful breasts full, firm, ripe, delectable with long dark nipples in puckered aureoles. He knew how hypersensitive her breasts and nipples were: he had often watched her orgasm over and over, moaning and keening like a lost puppy as a man sucked and fondled them.
In anything she wore, her breasts were lovely, jutting out proudly over the hem of her blouse, straining at a bikini bra, luscious under a fine T-shirt. Her cleavage was deep, tempting and she wore a gold necklace that rode high on the nape of her neck and disappeared tantalisingly into the vale between her gorgeous breasts. Beneath, her belly was firm and flat with a delicately hollowed navel and her hips flared to firm, superbly rounded buttocks curving over a dark and inviting cleft.
He knew she liked nothing so much as a long, hard, thick penis grinding between those lovely curves, sliding inexorably inward into either of her lower orifices. Her hips curved sweetly to slender, elegant legs with strongly arched feet. Her limbs were smoothly turned, the wrists and ankles delicate, the fingers tapering beautifully.
When they roamed a man's naked body or curled around his penis or arched into her own slit or that of another woman, her fingers were erotic beyond compare. Her skin was smooth and utterly clear, the colour of light honey, unblemished by the fine down that marred the beauty of so many women. There was a sexy little birthmark high inside her left breast.
His clean-shaven features were stronger and less delicate. His jaw was square, handsome, his eyes dark. His mouth was full and sensuous, the eyes intelligent and deep-set, his hair cut short. He, too, had strong, even teeth. His body was magnificent. He had broad, muscular shoulders, a deep, cleaved, utterly hairless chest, the torso tapering in a breathtakingly savage V to high hips and a narrow waist, the back curving steeply inward from the shoulders to the spine and then down to his hips.
His belly was a slab of rock, every muscle defined. His buttocks were firm and taut and his arms and legs were long and bunched with thick muscles. His skin was stretched tautly over his frame, showing off the hard sinew in his upper arms, forearms, thighs and calves.
Harry sprawled low in a deep chair, clad in comfortable baggy trousers and nothing else. She sat sideways on his lap, dressed in sleeveless black T-shirt with a wide, deep neck nothing but the gold chain around her neck.
As their eyes held, the sexual desire flickered, caught, then leapt in unspoken words between them. er hands slid over his torso, caressing the firm, manly contours of his body, relishing and loving the feel of his hard strength. He slipped his hands up under her T-shirt and cupped her naked breasts beneath.
She tensed and trembled at his expert, knowing touch, her nipples stiffening instantly, popping erect in his fingers. He pinched and twirled them gently and she shuddered as ripples of sexual hunger coursed through her delicate frame.
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