0 comments/ 20865 views/ 2 favorites Secret Obsession By: Allexus_TN It had been filling the edges of my mind for several months, like sand fills air pockets in a jar full of pebbles. My growing attraction to a long-time friend was now nearing obsession and I still hadn't worked up the courage to tell him. But tonight was going to be the night. Bryn had come over to help with dinner and my outfit. As dinner was nearly ready, I dressed in slimming black slacks and a low cut blouse the color of rich champagne. "Fabulous," Bryn assured me. She put the finishing touches on dinner and with a wink for luck, dashed out the door before Daniel could arrive. Ten minutes later he was there, standing before me with a bottle of red wine. His blonde hair shone in the porch light like gold in the sun. His piercing blue eyes glittered with happiness as I ushered him in, and he made himself busy by helping me put the food on the table. "I thought Bryn was joining us," he said. "She was," I replied, "but something came up at the office that couldn't wait." I could feel his stare even though my back was turned. I glanced at him and he had one eyebrow raised, as though he'd detected the lie. I didn't elaborate, but continued to get things ready to eat. Soon we were eating the pasta and laughing as always. There was no opening in our conversation for revealing my secret. So I waited until we were seated on the sofa, wine in hand and the dishes done. "Daniel, how long have we been friends?" I nervously ventured. "Around 6 years, I think," he answered. "We sure have had some great times haven't we? All of us have." He was making reference to the gang of 8 of us. "Yes, we have." I told him. I cleared my throat, feeling warm. Was it the wine, or just my nerves? "I have to be honest with you about something now." I shifted myself on the couch, trying to stay calm. I looked into his eyes and took a deep breath. "I think I'm falling in love with you." There. It was out. The words falling on air reminded me of snowflakes drifting into a silent winter night. Daniel didn't say a word. He looked at me, a small smile playing at his lips. He moved closer to me, and I could smell his signature cologne, the same scent he'd worn for as long as I could remember. The spicy smell had me intoxicated almost as much as the wine. "Really?" He asked, teasing me. But before I could answer, his lips were pressed against mine, and soon his tongue was searching the smallest corners of my mouth. Surprised, I responded the same, giving with my kiss as much as I was receiving. He broke the kiss slowly, as though he were reluctant. He took my glass from me and set it on the coffee table. Without a word, he scooped me up and carried me into my bedroom. He put me on the bed and settled himself next to me. His hand caressed my face, bringing more heat to my already flushed cheeks. Running a finger down my nose lightly, he again pulled me close and kissed me deeply. I met his kiss with a passion I didn't know I had. I wrapped my arms around him and held on. Our tongues slid together easily, and the kiss we shared seemed to last forever. He released me, and his hand found the buttons on my blouse. His eyes never left mine as he deftly unhooked my front-clasp bra, freeing my breasts to his tender touch. With one hand stroking my hair, he slipped a hand around my right breast, letting his fingers conform carefully to my soft mound. I closed my eyes and he moved his body slightly, bringing his lips to my already erect nipples. He handled me as though I was made of fragile glass he could not risk breaking. With tenderness I had never experienced before, he rubbed my nipples with his thumb and forefinger, then quickly circled them with his tongue, finally sucking them softly. He paid so much attention to my sensitive breasts that I thought I was going to cum from that alone. Still working on my breasts, his hand trailed down my stomach, finding the button on my pants. Before I knew it, they were on the floor with my blouse and bra. I could feel my juices flowing freely, soaking my panties. He kneeled between my legs, rubbing my legs carefully and thoughtfully. He kissed my knees, working his way up with a tantalizing slowness that only made me hotter. He now had his face right at my wet pussy, breathing on it through my panties. I moaned and wiggled it at him, trying to convey how ready I was. But he only licked and kissed his way back down my legs to my feet, where he kissed and sucked each toe until I was moaning for more. He smiled at me, and finally hooked two fingers in my panties and pulled them off, freeing my aching pussy. He gingerly touched my clit, causing me to cry out. He rubbed me for a minute and then slipped a finger inside me. By now I had thoroughly soaked the bed with the wetness coming from my pussy. He fingered me until I came, crying out in ecstasy, and writhing about on the bed. He now removed his shirt to reveal his hardened abdominal muscles and golden tan chest. "Take it all off," I whispered. I scrambled up from my place on the bed, reaching to unfasten his jeans and pull them off. He shorts came of in no time, letting loose his hardened cock right in front of my face. I grasped it in one hand and teasingly flicked the tip with my tongue. I looked up and he was watching me. He placed his hands on my head and nudged downward and thrust up with his hips, inviting me to take it all. I laughed softly and continued to tease him. I licked the underside of his member slowly, the way a child licks a lollipop. I kissed all over it, and found my way to his sack, kissing and fondling. He made a low groan, again indicating what he wanted me to do. I took the head between my lips and swirled my tongue over it. Finally, I began to suck him earnestly, pumping my hand in rhythm with my mouth. He let out a hushed groan through his teeth. I looked up at him. His eyes were half closed in an expression of pleasure. "Suck it harder," he whispered, urging me on. I took my time, feeling every inch of his cock in my mouth as I took him in to my throat over and over. He gasped and then moaned loudly. "Oh God," he exclaimed as I slowly and meticulously sucked that cock for all I was worth. Suddenly he pulled away. "What's wrong," I asked, disappointed. I wasn't even close to finished using all of my tricks on him. "I don't want to come yet," he told me. "And the combination of the image of your lips around me and the exquisite feel of what you're doing is about to make me explode." He pushed me back on the bed and I spread my legs for him. Instead of getting in position between them, again he began to finger me. "I want you," I cried. He wasn't listening to me. In an instant his face was pressed to my pussy, his tongue lighting my clit on fire. I cried out in surprise and pleasure. He nipped and sucked at my clit, his finger finding that marvelous spot inside me. Soon I was nearly screaming as I felt my orgasm rapidly approaching. As I thrust my hips at him, my body exploded with a wild rush of pleasure. I screamed out, letting my mind go and rode the waves of pleasure that coursed through me. "Now," he told me as he knelt over me. "Now you can have me." I reached for his body, and tried to pull him down. He teased me with the tip of his cock, only pushing the head in. I raised my hips and wrapped my arms around him, begging him to give it all to me. He slid into my velvety depths inch by inch until he was buried completely. Slowly he began to fuck me. I was in heaven. He thrust into me repeatedly, rotating his hips as he did. It wasn't long before I was coming again, crying out his name and wrapping my legs around him. I felt as though I had all of him inside my body. We were one in our union. He moved with deliberation. He showed so much control as he trust repeatedly into me, and I responded my contracting my pussy around him to grip his cock as tightly as possible. He bowed his head to my breasts and flicked the nipples with his tongue. He sucked one softly into his mouth, never slowing the pace of his hips. He kissed up my neck and again our mouths met with fierceness. Our tongues probed each other's mouths with the same rhythm as our bodies coming together. I moaned into his mouth, and finally broke the kiss. He looked in to my face as he pulled out and teased me with the tip of his cock. I cried out with desire. "Please don't tease me anymore," I said breathlessly. He would only chuckle softly at me. He lifted my legs onto his shoulders, kneeling before me, and reentered me with a powerful thrust. Holding my ankles, he worked his hips as his and reached down to once again rub my clit. "Come for me now," he instructed. His words were unnecessary, for the sensation of his finger on my pussy and his cock filling me so completely were already sending me into a wonderland of pleasure. He moved into me faster and harder now. He grunted softly with each stroke, trying to get as much pleasure as possible from our coupling. Finally he moaned louder, and I could feel his come spurting into my pussy, totally filling me with satisfaction. He lay on top of me with his arms around me, resting together. I was completely relaxed and happy. Finally he rolled over, still holding me. Looking at me carefully, he said, "I've always been in love with you." Secret Obsession Hers weren't the first I masturbated with, so I can't say that I've always been into incest, but for a little over a year, I was jacking off into my mother's panties. My fascination with panties came from the women's clothing magazines I would sneak out of the mail. I remember being amazed at all the different styles, colors and materials. I became obsessed with panties, and instead of buying all the porn I could like most 18 year olds, I started going to the mall outside of town and buying a few pairs of sexy lingerie, then jacking off into them while feeling the soft material against my cock. Then I realized that I didn't have to buy any at all, that my mother must have some panties that will feel nice and soft on my dick. So I began to sneak around her room, hoping to find a drawer with skimpy thongs like I had seen in the magazines. To my dismay, she had only white basic panties. As I sifted through them my dick started to rise, and I began to think about the fact that everything I was touching had at one time been up close to my mom's pussy. Then an idea came. I thought of something that I never got out of buying new panties from the store. I closed her panty drawer and went over to her dirty clothes hamper. I pulled out a sweater and blouse, and then, lying there on a top, was the panties she had just worn the day before. I grabbed them and brought them to my nose. The smell was still strong and sweet, and before I knew it, I had them in my mouth, trying desperately to suck any juice out of them I could. From that moment on I was hooked. About two or three times a week, I would fish into the dirty clothes hamper in her room, usually while she was making dinner or out running errands. Then I would wait until I was sure she was asleep, and rub her panties up and down my cock until I shot a full load of cum into them. Then I would leave them in the washing machine to be washed with the next load, leaving no evidence of my incestuous perversion. At least neither of my parents had ever said anything about it. The problem was that the more I jerked off into her panties, the more I would lust for my mother when she was around me. At first it was easy to hide, with only my heartbeat getting faster and my dick getting harder whenever she walked into the room, which I could hide. But after a while it was becoming unbearable. I would almost never leave the house, not wanting to miss any good glances of her if she was wearing a tight little sun dress or a low cut blouse. She had a very pretty face, innocent cuteness and not much age for a 42 year old. Her hair was dark brown, same as her eyes, with her skin a smooth, creamy white. She kept in shape, running on the treadmill in her and my dad's office every morning as my dad left for work. This kept her body trim and fit, with a tight round ass that made me drool every time she walked by. Her tits were not big, but shapely and firm, and mouth watering. Around January I began finding more exotic underwear in her hamper. At first it was just one pair of black lace panties. Then a little red thong and matching bra. Soon it seemed all her white plain panties had been replaced with elegant sexy lingerie. I didn't know what had gotten into my mother, but I wasn't complaining. I was just jealous of my father, who was apparently enjoying the benefits of these naughty negligees. I had graduated from high school in the spring, and as my summer off before beginning community college began, I was looking forward to seeing mom in short shorts and bra-less tank tops. I had been nagging my parents to put a pool in the backyard, but neither my dad or my mom wanted to spend the money. One day before my dad got home I was standing in the kitchen with my mom while she was cooking dinner. I kept trying to think of things to talk about, so that I could have a reason for being in the kitchen with her, other than the fact that I wanted to ogle her as much as I could before my dad came home. She was looking incredible in a tight red tank top that cupped her tits so she didn't need a bra. Even though I was sure it was the breeze coming in from the window in front of her, the sight of her hard nipples trying to poke through it almost made me faint. Her little shorts stopped at the bottom of her ass cheeks, and I could see the ripples in her cheeks as she cut the vegetables she'd be making for dinner. Her long slender tan legs were beckoning to me, but I dared not stare too hard, as she would glance up at me now and again to say something to me. I wondered what panties she was wearing under those shorts, as I had surely come in them many times before. My dick started to get hard at the thought. I had to turn into the counter to hide it. "C'mon mom......." I pleaded, "You know it would be awesome to have a pool in the backyard. Don't you wish you could go out there and go swimming anytime you wanted?" She gave me a "don't start" look. I continued, "We could have parties and set up a volleyball net." I knew talking about playing her old high school sport would get her thinking. "We would all get lots of sun, you'd look great with a tan." At this she stopped what she was doing and turned to face me. Her mouth was a half smile. "You won't get anywhere with that argument, I've already decided that I'm going to tan in the backyard this summer, starting tomorrow." This was good. I made a mental note to make sure to get a good look at her tanning the next day, as I was sure she would be wearing next to nothing. "That's a great idea mom," I smiled, "I'd like to work up my tan before starting college, you think it'd help me with the ladies?" I struck a model pose, with as serious a face as I could muster with my lips pushed out, looking off into the distance. She laughed and threw a piece of carrot at me, hitting me in the face. I pretended it hurt. She immediately apologized, dropping what she was doing and putting her hands on my cheeks. "Awwwww, poor baby," She made a pouty face and angled my face towards hers. She looked so sexy with her full lips I wanted to press my face to hers and thrust my tongue into her mouth. But I didn't. "Mommy's sorry. You're a very handsome young man you'll do fine with those girls at school." I smiled at her. "And if you want to tan with Mommy you can. But we gotta make sure we have enough lotion." She winked at me. I was confused, not entirely sure what she meant. but before I could speak, like she had planned it, my dad came in the door. He rarely got home before 8, and worked hard in a factory, so the usual routine was for him to get home for dinner, we would all eat without much talking, and then everyone would go to bed. My mom, I could tell, would sometimes want to stay up later, but by ten my dad would be ready to pass out, and she felt a responsibility to go to bed with her husband. This would leave me ample time to retrieve the pair of panties that I had stashed that day, and lay in bed thinking about my mothers smoking hot body and smelling her wetness on her underwear. Then I would sneak downstairs to put the panties in the wash, and go back to bed. The next day Mom made good on her promise, and even came into my room to tell me that she would be tanning in a half hour, and so if I wanted to join her I should be ready. She was already wearing her bikini, with a small white T-shirt on over it. Her nipples poked out through the shirt, and it didn't even cover her bottoms. She seemed to be oblivious to the way her bikini bottoms wrapped around her pussy lips, allowing me to see just how full and pouty her lips were. When she turned to walk away I was overjoyed that her suit had wedged itself into the crack of her ass, and I was mesmerized by her ass cheeks as they twitched and rippled with each step. As soon as she left the room I tore my clothes off and quickly jerked my cock to orgasm, hoping it would help me to not embarrass myself my walking out to the backyard to join my mother with my rock hard cock bouncing in front of me. I cleaned up, put on a suit, and went outside. My mother was sitting on a towel in the middle of the lawn, rubbing lotion into her arms. When she saw me she broke out in a big smile. "Oh, good, your just in time to put lotion on my back." My cock twitched to life. "Just let me finish up the front." She squeezed a heaping amount right onto her chest and cleavage. I couldn't watch. This was torture. I turned my head and pretended to be looking at something. She said my name to get my attention. "Honey, how long do you think it will take me to get a really good tan?" I told her maybe a week, without turning my head. "Sweetie, look at Mommy when she's talking to you. Do you think in five days It'll be enough to go to the beach. You know you can't go to the beach without a tan. C'mon, look at my skin, tell me what you think." I turned to look at her, and she was rubbing her chest with both hands, and had some lotion globbed up by her chin. My cock was hard as a rock, and throbbed for some relief. The lotion on her chin looked so much like the cum I had been leaving in her panties. I imagined blowing my load all over her sexy face, and almost came at the thought of it. I mumbled some response about her tan, I don't know what, but she seemed happy with my answer and didn't ask again. When she was done with the lotion on her front, she lay face down on the towel and handed me the bottle of lotion. "Please?" she begged as she looked up at me. I couldn't resist her sexy face. I squirted her down with lotion, and began to massage it into her skin. My hands were on fire as they rubbed her back and shoulders. I made sure to get her sides as well, and grazed lightly against the side of her breast, and she didn't object. As my hands rubbed across her bikini top strap, she reached behind her and quickly unhooked it. I didn't know what to say, and Mom didn't help me out. She just sat there and let my hands rub her back even after all the lotion had been worked in. But when I tried to put some lotion on the backs of her legs, she stopped me. "Already did those, but thank you honey." She smiled sweetly, then was quiet for the rest of the time we were tanning. I had to lay on my stomach most of the time, to hide my erection. By the time we were done I was a little burnt, but played it off like I wanted to burn in order to tan quicker. That night as I was on my way back to my room, after depositing Mom's panties into the washer, I heard voices from my parents room. They sounded like moans, and I couldn't help but to sneak down the hall to investigate. When I got closer, I could make out my mother's side of the conversation, but my dad, the mumbler, was talking lower than I could hear. "Please baby, I bought these sexy thongs just for you. I've been waiting all day for this so I could show you how bad I want you." "I know you're a man, and men have desires. Don't you desire me baby? Don't you want to fuck me?" "It's ok, baby. I want it. I want you to take it. Take me. Please." My cock was rock hard. I had my ear pressed against the door and was stroking my cock. Then I heard her even louder: "Yeah, that's what I want, I want that dick. I want it deep inside me baby, fill me up and cum inside me!" With that I ran back to my room, and as soon as I got in my room my cock exploded in cum. It shot on my bed, on the floor, on one of my yearbooks from high school. I cleaned up and laid in bed, thinking about the next time I would get to hear my Mother beg for a fucking. It would happen sooner than I thought........... Secret Obsession For a forty-three-year-old, James was in excellent condition. He enjoyed exercise, and had a weekly routine that kept him fit and slim. He knew he was a creature of habit, but felt secure in knowing that his day and routine were carefully planned. Consequently, he felt extremely frustrated if for some reason he was prevented from following his schedule precisely; the repetitions, the order of his exercise routine, the length of his daily run, etc. All had to be just so. And as it was with his exercise routine, so it was in every other aspect of his life; order and precision were his watchwords, they prevailed above everything. But today, this obsessive-compulsive guy had a big problem - his sister, whom he'd not seen in five years, had arrived unexpectedly and he'd been obliged to accommodate her for the week. And worse! She was his diametric opposite in terms of order and routine. She was the personification of disorder. A capricious elf with virtually no sense of self-discipline or regularity. Nonetheless, Christiana had always beguiled James. There was a tension between them that had never been adequately expressed, but they both knew it existed and that being under the same roof would heighten its force. She was his younger by nine years, with slender limbs and a good curvy body. Her exquisite eyes beamed forth a personality that was fifty percent mystery wedded to fifty percent chaos. They were eyes endowed with natural hypnotic strength, and James was now the subject of a gaze that pierced through flesh and bone to something deep inside. "Stop that, Chris." "Stop what?" she asked, smiling disingenuously. James sighed and smiled back. "you know perfectly well; your hypnotic Svengali gaze won't render me into a gullible zombie, I've not succumbed to that ploy since we were kids. Now, come on, what's on your mind?" "Don't fret, James. I simply need a place to stay for a week until I get a few things sorted out. I know this is your little patch of neurotic heaven and I'll do my best not to disrupt your ordered life" "I'm not a neurotic!" "Oh yeah, and I suppose the Pope isn't Catholic! You're as neurotic as hell! Suppose I were to drop a few crumbs on the carpet, or make a meal and leave a sink-full of dirty dishes, you couldn't resist the compulsion to clean up! Leaving them would drive you insane. And you're such a stickler for social protocol and behaving correctly." "Yes, alright, being scrupulous and maintaining correct social standards did once dominate my life. But I'm much more relaxed these days. You might even say I'm becoming quite a Bohemian." "Bohemian!" Christiana squirmed with laughter. "You'll never be Bohemian, don't be absurd!" "Okay sister, you'll find over the week that I'm much more laid-back than I used to be." James asserted himself much more in self-defence than truth. "Okay brother, or should I say my laid-back brother. If you're so Bohemian, prove it. It's time for your daily keep-fit workout I believe. Why don't we both do it together? Naked!" James gulped so hard that he twisted something in his throat. "Naked? You're my sister, we can't be naked together, it wouldn't be proper..." James knew he'd lost the argument as soon as the word proper left his mouth. He remained mute for at least a minute, his mind perplexed by conflicting emotions, and all the while she held him with her hypnotic elvish eyes. And then the thought occurred to him that she was bluffing, and that he could call her bluff and teach her a lesson. "Alright Chris," he uttered, "let's strip off and get to it!" Christiana leapt from the settee like someone in touch with an electric wire, and without ceremony began to strip. James groaned inwardly, he'd fallen for her mind manipulation and could think of no face-saving escape from his predicament. He would have to go through with it. He rose from his armchair with feigned nonchalance, his heart beating painfully fast, and began to remove his clothing. "Come on brother, you're the exercise freak, show me your moves." James tried not to look directly at his naked sister, afraid he would become embarrassingly erect, but he was very aware of her sinuous curves and jiggling breasts and especially her rounded peach-like buttocks. Nevertheless he kept it together, and by a superhuman effort managed to control himself and avoid full arousal. After forty minutes of jumps, squats, sit-ups and stretching exercises, he called a halt, and they both retired to their separate bathrooms to shower. "I told you, I'm easy-going these days," he said as they were parting. She turned and beamed a smile of pure mischief. "Yes, James, and you're a good sport. I enjoyed our work-out, and especially the sight of your beautiful big cock flailing up and down." Christiana always had to be outrageous, and she was still pulling his strings. In the shower James breathed a sigh of relief, his ordeal was over. Never again, he thought. But then... Oh, those firm shapely buttocks. He was achingly desperate to masturbate his raging hard-on. No, I can't, he reprimanded himself, not whilst thinking about my sister. He switched the water to cold and directed the shower head and a spray of chilled water to his tumescent penis. That night, James was unable to sleep. He'd watched a documentary on TV to take his mind off his sister's nubile body, but now, as he lay in bed, his erection was huge and throbbing like hell; he simply could not get her out of his mind. This was his unfortunate state when he heard a tap on his bedroom door. "It's only me, James, no need to turn on the light, I'm in the all-together. I just want to propose something for tonight. The fact is, I'm so damned horny after watching you exercise today and especially after seeing the size of your cock, that I need some relief. My fanny is aching for a fuck. Now don't worry, I know that sexual intercourse between brother and sister is a criminal offence, but surely it can't be an offence for us to have a cuddle and bring each other off, in fact I'm sure that would be perfectly legal. It will be our eternal secret. Please, please, please say you'll let me get into bed with you!" James couldn't resist. He knew he would get no sleep until he'd satisfied both himself and his younger sister. And, despite his moral scruples, he was ambivalently excited at the thought of her proposed secret liaison. "Okay Chris, but only for tonight, and straight back to your own bed once we've obtained some sexual relief. Okay!" "Okay brother, it's a deal," she said, with a little chortle of excitement. Christiana slid her naked body under her brother's duvet and lightly grasped his rigid cock. "Oh, my goodness, you are so massive and hard, James." She met his lips and inserted her nimble tongue, moaning with pleasure as he reciprocated with a forceful response. They tongued each other like a pair of frantic animals, completely lost in sexual madness."Come on, brother, let's get into a sixty-nine position. And don't you dare climax before me, or else I'll bite your big bell-end off," she giggled. James naturally enjoyed cunnilingus, but this was something beyond his experience. The incest taboo he was flouting supercharged his erotic pleasure, and running his hands over his sister's smooth, bare buttocks as he licked and sucked her shaven vulva was sheer paradise. And in accompaniment she was simultaneously tonguing his pulsating cock, delicately fingering the base of his dick whilst baptising his swollen bell-end with her cool, sweet saliva. "Oh Jesus Christ, James, please fuck me!" Christiana bucked up and down and ground her dripping-wet fanny into James' open mouth. James complied with her request and swiftly manoeuvred himself into a good missionary position. He slid his rampant tool deep inside her wet fanny and withdrew, virtually to the entrance of her cunt, then back in with a vigorous thrust of his hips, repeating his piston-like thrusts with more and more power, her natural sex juices facilitating an excellent fucking motion. Christiana gasped her appreciation: "Come on brother, fuck me, come on James, fuck your sister hard, I want you, kiss me darling while we're fucking, please kiss me!" James adapted his position and French kissed his sister as they were fucking. Their tongues and breaths mingling in fierce passion as they approached the exquisite cataclysm of a mutual climax. Christiana reaching hers slightly ahead and simultaneously clamped her legs around his thrusting buttocks to hasten his orgasm. He plunged into her for five or six last delicious thrusts, and then rolled onto his back and took a deep breath. "Christ Almighty, Christiana, I've never experienced anything like that in my life. I think it must be the incest taboo that intensifies the pleasure, or something like that. Wow! However, my little sister, you know we are now criminals, so for God's sake be discreet about what we've just done together." Christiana was discreet, but, of course, she now had quite a measure of power over her obsessive-compulsive brother, and she insisted that he arranged regular "exercise" sessions for the two of them. James complied willingly with his younger sister's demands, and in truth he had to admit to himself that he looked forward to their secret liaisons with keen pleasure. Nevertheless, he was always somewhat tense, and before each session he would meticulously check the windows and doors to ensure total privacy. James knew his sister was unpredictable and that he needed to be always circumspect. And his younger sister, true to her mischievous nature, enjoyed keeping him in a constant state of anxiety. One of her favourite role-plays involved James acting the part of a slave. She would sit naked in an armchair with her legs hooked over the arms, drinking ice-cold lager and smoking gold tipped cigarettes. She knew he abhorred drinking and smoking and that her behaviour would drive him up the wall. But poor James had worse things to endure. In this particular role-play he would be ordered to strip and kneel before her. His cock would be rock-hard but she would forbid him to touch it. For thirty minutes or so she would allow him to indulge his predilection for cunnilingus, and he would be permitted to lick and slurp her carefully shaven pudenda with its beautiful pearl-like clitoris peeping out from under its hood. James loved licking his sister's fanny, but his ritualistic humiliation was yet to come. "Come on slave-boy, keep tonguing me. Ohhhh, come on boy, lick! This is pure fucking heaven, lick me good, snog my cunt you miserable piece of shit, snog it hard, get your tongue deep inside. Ohhhhhh! I'm coming, James, keep working my clit, keep licking, keep licking!" Christiana gasped as her body shivered with unadulterated delight. Her position in the armchair was so conducive to fulfilling her lust for pleasure that she remained with her legs akimbo, despite having experienced an ecstatic orgasm. Her game with James was far from over. "Oh my God, that was powerful! Now, James, open wide for a special treat from your little sister, you wouldn't want to get your nice clean carpet wet, now would you?!" Christiana unleashed her golden torrent of hot piss directly into James' mouth and he dutifully glugged and swallowed it all down until she had fully relieved herself, licking her last little dribbles to dry her fanny and prevent any from wetting the chair or carpet. His obsessive-compulsive nature would certainly not allow him to spill urine on the carpet. And now his little sister was ready for him, and he would enjoy her at his leisure. Time to fuck! Time for him get his own back! James and Christiana enjoy their taboo games together, and their adult incestuous transgressions give their lives a sense of danger, thrill and excitement, and immense sexual pleasure. They're bound together in secrecy and forbidden lust, and with any luck will remain so. The riskiness of what they do together heightens their pleasure and keeps them vigilant. So, let's leave them in their private paradise and wonder at their subversive taboo games. And remember - "Hush! It's a secret!"