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Relative Temptation
by Lunaris Victoria (lunarisvictoria@gmail.com)
***
Left home alone during a storm, Luke and his older
sister Desiree are set to spend the night doing their
own things. When the storm knocks out the power,
however, their own things start to involve each other.
(Fm-teens, inc, reluc, voy, mast, oral, anal)
***
Chapter 1: The Blackout
Even over the sounds of the television, Luke could hear
the doors of the car shutting and the engine starting
up. His parents were leaving for his father's office
party. With his four-year-old brother Michael at a
babysitter's house for the night, and his ten-year-old
sister Julie at a friend's house, it left him home
alone, except for his older sister. At nineteen,
Desiree was five years older than himself, but she had
not been down at all that evening so the house had been
essentially his.
Luke was the type that never seemed to find a spot on
the attractive scale, always riding between a girl's
dream and nightmare. His short blonde hair and blue
eyes were a treat, as was his well-kept physique from
playing baseball. A childhood case of the chickenpox
had left him with a few facial scars though, and he
wasn't the most sociable of boys. On any given day any
girl might have wanted to talk to him or avoid him
altogether. That was just what he had to put up with.
As is the case with most boys his age, he spent the
first thirty minutes watching the goriest programming
the network television would allow to be shown,
complete with cleavage and poorly-edited-out swearing.
That was about the time the sound of thunder started to
roll in. He didn't mind the sound, there was no bad
language to interrupt. Sitting cozy in his boxers and
white muscle shirt, he was king of the television.
"Hello? Hello? I can't hear you, you're breaking up,"
came Desiree's voice as she walked down the stairs, her
ear to the phone as she made her way to the kitchen.
She was clad in a grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans, and
barefoot otherwise. A couple more attempts at contact
she hit the button to hang up the phone. She stepped
back out of the kitchen with a root beer in hand and
made her way to the recliner, "Phone's dead, Jonathan's
not coming over. What's on TV?"
To say the least, Desiree had her knockout qualities.
She kept a semi-athletic build, baby-blue eyes, and had
an outspoken desire not to grow her brunette hair long,
which suited most people just fine. She just didn't
look the same with long hair. The real killers,
however, were her breasts. They were large, even on her
body, though the way she carried them made it hard to
tell as much. With a frame of thirty-six inches and f-
sized cups, she was a wet dream come true for the tit-
boys.
Luke nodded without even looking at her. Jonathan was
the class bully if there was to be one. A jock on the
football team that had managed to find his way into
Desiree's pants. No one else in the family liked the
guy, but the way Desiree fell over him it didn't seem
to matter. He only came over when the parents were out,
and Desiree's moans were unmistakable during those
times. She was engaged in behavior their parents would
not approve of. Sure, she was nineteen, but it was
their house, and their rules.
"So he's not coming over, big fucking deal," he
returned, more bored in tone than caustic. Although he
did not like the guy, he didn't really care. It would
have kept her in her room all night, but at the same
time she didn't seem interested in much more than
television now anyways.
"Whatever," she returned, "I guess you're right. Better
for me to sit down here and make sure you don't watch
dirty movies," she looked in his direction with her
left eyebrow raised.
It was a moot point a moment later. Luke barely got to
see the look she had shot him before the lights
flickered and went out, along with every other electric
device in the house that didn't use batteries. The
blackout was followed a few seconds later by a clap of
thunder that shook the house.
"Well, that's just great, now I'm horny, bored, and
blind all at once," Desiree quipped from her chair. Of
course, she wasn't fully blind, there was still some
vague light coming in from the window, but it was still
dark out because of the cloud cover. The only real
light was coming from the occasional flash of
lightning, which would then be followed by a clap of
thunder that shook the house and rattled the window.
Luke stood and moved to the window, glancing outside
and trying to look around, but found a grim answer to
his unspoken question. Turning back to Desiree, or her
direction anyways, he informed her of the situation,
"Lights are out up and down the street, and on all the
blocks I can't see."
He had barely uttered the remarks before tiny pit-pats
started to hit the window, and then turned into a
thunderous hammering on the roof. The rain had started.
"And I think the repairmen may be awhile getting things
back up," Desiree added, standing and starting back for
the kitchen.
When she returned she had a welcome addition to the
gathering, a brightly-lit flashlight. She didn't stay
long though, turning and heading back upstairs. Luke
could hear a door close, and then it was just the rain
for a solid three minutes. The silence was ended by a
loud and aggravated "SHIT!"
Whatever bothered her brought a smile to Luke's face.
It was that teenage mental fascination with other
people's irritation that provoked the smile, though
perhaps it wasn't purely a teenage trait as his father
often shared the same mirth. Even if he couldn't see
the look on her face, he knew what it amounted to. He
took up his former residency on the couch and decided
to just relax until she got back.
It took Desiree all of three more minutes to find her
way back down the stairs, though Luke could only really
tell by sound. She didn't have the light with her.
"Batteries die, Des?" he questioned her.
"Fell in the toilet, hell if I'm reaching in there
after it in the dark," she answers, moving towards him
in the dark. Everything seemed fine for a moment before
a jarring noise broke out, clear and distinct from the
storm outside, and much more local, a jarring crack and
several glass decorations clinking together. A second
later, Desiree's form tumbled onto the couch a bit
haphazardly to the loud cry of "FUCK!"
Luke couldn't have caught her if he tried, he couldn't
even see anything now without the occasional flashes of
lightning flashing up the room. Desiree's body crashing
down on his almost gave him a similar reaction as she
had to what had apparently been a collision between the
table and her shin. All he could do was lay there
waiting for her to gather herself, which she took her
time doing.
In the time it took, Luke was more than aware of his
sisters face against his chest, grumbling out curses of
every sort against the coffee table and the storm that
knocked out the lights. He was also well aware of her
large, soft breasts pressed against his stomach.
Although she had been wearing a bra when she came down
before, or so it had looked to him, she clearly wasn't
now. She didn't even seem to be wearing the same
clothing as before. "Desiree, did you change your
clothes up there or something?"
She grumbled a bit more before she finally pushed
herself up and off his form, "Yeah, just changed out
and into something more comfortable. No power, no air
conditioning," she answered, more than a bit of pain in
her voice as she leaned forward to nurse her leg.
He sat up, maneuvering around her as best he could
until he could sit beside her, one arm moving to the
back of her shoulder and patting it comfortingly. "Not
hurt too bad are ya, sis?"
"Nah, just my pride," she returns, leaning back against
the couch and tilting her head back to rest, "So what
did you plan on doing until the power came back?
Without Jonathan I ran out of ideas."
"Hadn't thought about it much," he joined her in
leaning back, though he kept his head towards the
window, watching the rain pelting it in the brief flash
of a lightning strike, "though I guess I have some
ideas."
"Oh yeah? Like what?" she asked curiously, sounding a
bit surprised at the fact he might have anything at all
to do in the dark.
"Let's say I was inspired by a crash landing of two
large unidentified objects on my-OW!"
"Perv," she interrupted him with a punch on the
shoulder. It didn't take a genius to figure out what he
was going with there. She sighed softly and stood up,
stepping carefully towards the window to watch the
storm, "you really shouldn't think that way of your
sister anyways."
In the darkness, he couldn't help rolling his eyes. He
hadn't thought of her that way before, but he wouldn't
deny having snuck a few incest erotica readings on his
computer either. Her line was almost cliché, "Forgive
me for being predictably attracted to unusually large
natural breasts," replied Luke, looking over at her as
a bright bolt of lightning lit the area and the room.
She was mostly a silhouette against the light, but the
sides showed enough of what she was wearing. A tank-top
and full-bottomed panties, but in the blue light he
couldn't pick out the colors. He didn't even have time
to try before all was dark again. He knew the shirt
wasn't so big though, it wouldn't have covered all the
way to the bottoms of her breasts.
The mental image would have brought a blush to his
cheeks if there was light to see it by. Sister or not,
he had to admit he loved the sight of breasts, though
he hadn't ever went out of his way to see Desiree's.
The only time he could think of seeing them was a
couple of years before when he walked in on her in the
bathroom one morning, which was hardly his fault. He
had just woken up, and she had forgotten to lock the
door.
At this point he wasn't even trying to stop thinking
about them. It could have been any girl, but the tits
had to be so large and soft. Nothing unnaturally big,
nothing fake, but perfectly ample. He couldn't have
stopped thinking if he wanted, his growing erection was
taking over his thoughts. He looked towards the window,
waiting for the next flash of lightning to confirm she
was still there.
When it showed her indeed still at the window, he took
the advantage of the darkness, laying back and
spreading his legs, and moving a hand to work open the
crotch of his boxers, sliding out his stiffened penis.
He wasn't as manly as the online men, only about five
and a half inches in length, but they were a rock-solid
five and a half inches, and the throbbing heat that
pulsed through them seemed all the more pleasant
because two large tits were in the same room.
He held back his breath as he worked his hand up and
down the solid shaft, even with the rain growing louder
it was still easy to hear things in the room. It wasn't
easy, the feeling of his foreskin being pushed over and
pulled back from his crown was extra pleasant this
time, more than he remembered it usually feeling.
"It's getting worse, we're probably gonna be dark all
night. I don't think we should open the fridge, or
expect hot water," Desiree observed, oblivious to what
was taking place just ten feet away. She finally moved
away from the window, and maneuvered herself around the
table carefully and on towards the stairs, "I'll be
back, we've got to have another flashlight somewhere."
Luke wasn't sure he heard her, nor did he particularly
care. Her absence was a chance to let out a much-needed
groan of relief as she continued to jerk at his erect
dick, the tugging and pulling motions having a subtle
but noticeable effect in rubbing his balls against the
material of his boxers, a nice bonus for his hard work.
"Found one, guess mom and dad wanted a spare in their
ro-" she was cut short, as was he, in a manner of
speaking, when she returned and focused the light in
his direction. He was still as a deer caught in
headlights, his hand in mid-stroke, his foreskin only
half-peeled back, and his crown glistening in the
light.
There was a small pause of awkward silence between
them, but the throbbing in his loins didn't seem to be
going down, nor was she turning the light away. "You
know," he started, breaking the tension, "I did tell
you what I was planning, so it shouldn't be that big a
deal."
"You mean...you're thinking of my...oh God," she
answered, her tone more exasperated and less upset. She
took the light off of him and turned, heading back up
the stairs. He returned to his jerking, turning the
experience of being caught into a reason to enjoy it
all the more. He was still at it when she came back
down, only he was going a bit faster.
"Fine, here...if you must," she says, aiming the light
at him as she tosses him the bra she was wearing
earlier. She had worn it all day, so at the very least
it smelled of her breasts. As he took it, she turned
her head, unwilling to watch as he held one large open
cup to his nose and inhaled. "This has got to be the
sickest thing I've ever heard of," she said flatly as
she moved to sit back down on the couch.
The scent was strong, that peculiar scent only breasts
really seem to have. He had enjoyed it on a couple of
his ex-girlfriends, but they didn't have quite the set
of golden globes Desiree sported. "You can say what you
want about perversion, but you're still sitting here,"
he points out as he lowers her bra, moving the other
cup over his dick, squeezing it down and using it now
to jerk himself.
Desiree couldn't hide the blush to her cheeks as she
glanced back over, He had her bra mashed and squeezed
around his shaft, he was fucking the cup, his penis
sliding over and in where her breast had been held not
thirty minutes ago. Sure, he was her brother, but the
thought otherwise brought a certain twinge down below.
The fact Jonathan couldn't be there to give it to her
properly wasn't helping matters any.
With a mental declaration of 'fuck it,' Desiree quietly
slipped her panties aside a bit. She lowered the
flashlight and bit her bottom lips to keep her breath
back as she slid the bottom end of the light against
her sex. She was wet, there was no doubt about it, and
with another bite of her lips she slid the flashlight
in.
The problem was that Desiree had forgotten to turn off
the flashlight, and when Luke looked to see what was
making the lights jump all around, the sight pushed him
over the edge. It wasn't something he could see, so
much as what he knew was going on. As his body tensed,
and as his young nuts pumped one shot after another of
his seed into the cup of her bra, his sister was
playing with herself right next to him.
"Desiree, that is so hot," he said. Even as his
throbbing shaft had started to soften, his sister had
quickly turned his switches back on, leaving him
against to pulse against the walls of the cup of her
bra. He pulled it away, his semen dripping down the
insides and down along his shaft, and he offers the
now-misshapen undergarment to her.
She looked away from him, refusing the 'gift' with some
disgust, even as she continues to fuck herself with the
flashlight, sending the beam up and down against the
walls of the house. "No. I...can't take that dirty
thing," she explained, her voice heavy with desire
unfulfilled. She turned a bit away on the seat, angling
her back towards him.
Not to be put off so easily, Luke took her as she
turned and pushed her a bit more in that direction,
forcing her onto one knee on the couch with her other
leg extended for support against the floor. She looked
back at him with first a look of curiosity, which then
grew to one of fear.
"What are you...NO!" she yelled out when his plan hit
her. She tried to fight back, and in truth she should
have easily overpowered him. But the truth was only her
upper body was fighting. Her lower body, with her hand
still pounding that flashlight in and out of her pussy,
wasn't resisting all that much.
But it wasn't her pussy Luke was going for. He held her
firmly with one hand as his other took her panties and
pulled them further aside. He had only heard of the
act, he didn't know what preparations were needed. He
didn't bother to ask. He moved in and planted the slimy
head of his penis against the pink ring of her anus and
started to slowly push inward.
Desiree stiffened up considerably, halting all movement
as her whole body was hit with a mixture of pain and
pleasure. It was to her benefit that she had some
experience in the act, and that Luke's dick was coated
in semen, or else it would have been a nightmare, at
least more so than having your younger brother fuck
your ass already was.
As Luke slid himself slowly into her rectal passage,
she found herself giving in enough to moan. He was
smaller than Jonathan, he was lubed up to some small
degree, and she still had a nice, long flashlight
handle stuffed inside her. She stuffed it in a bit
deeper and left it there, drawing her hand down to
start massaging around her clitoris. It was sick, it
was disgusting, and it was beyond the point of no
return. Her brother was fucking her ass, and she was
masturbating.
"You're...ah, not as tight as I'd imagined anal to be,"
Luke quipped as she drew himself back out, before
setting into a steady rhythm of repeated thrusting. He
couldn't see anymore, the light was shining below his
dick, and when he moved inwards he could feel the
warmth of the lens against his balls, but above that
point everything was dark. It was by feel that he moved
his hands to grasp and hold to Desiree's rear cheeks.
"F-fuck...you..." she shot back in panting breaths. She
was taking to leaning forward, allowing the weight of
her breasts to rest against the couch, and pushing her
ass into a better angle for Luke to take. Her head was
turned to the side, and her eyes closed, her breathing
growing faster as she continues to work over her clit
with rapid motions, never directly touching it. Luke's
pounding was met with continuous squeezing and
clenching of her anal muscles, her body at once
reacting to the pleasure and trying to force him out
for good as her pussy did much the same with the
flashlight.
It wasn't his first time fucking, but it was his first
time fucking an ass, and it was certainly his first
incestuous experience. Even after having an orgasm
already, it wasn't too long before he found himself
groaning loudly and thrusting in harder. It was only
seconds after that began that he buried himself fully
in her ass and squeezed her rump tighter, pulling a
groan from her lips as his throbbing hot cock emptied
another load of his young nutjuice, this time into her
ass.
It was an unusual experience, to feel his dick
throbbing and ejecting into such a hot and dry orifice,
while his pumping balls were mashed against the
material of his boxers, being heated just so slightly
by the lens of a flashlight buried in his sister's
pussy. "Ahh, I never thought an asshole would feel this
good," he breathed softly, still buried inside that
tight anal cavity.
"You're the...the asshole..." Desiree barely breathed
out in response as she frigged around her clitoris even
harder, her breathing growing heavier and heavier. It
was almost a half a minute after Luke's declaration of
satisfaction that she was able to bring herself to
orgasm.
To his disappointment, she wasn't a screamer, or a
squirter, two things he found incredibly hot, but she
was still an obvious one with the rigid jerking and
spasming of her body. It seemed like every muscle in
her body had been set off, including those still
surrounding his softening prick. It was heaven feeling
her climaxing ass pulling and squeezing his dick, he
could have swore he felt the last drop of his cum being
pulled out as he slid out of her.
"That...was so...fucking... incredible," he tried to
compliment her, speaking slowly to emphasize how
wonderful he felt. He fell back to sitting on the
couch, his soft dick still hanging out the crotch of
his boxers, something she saw clearly when she looked
back, as her ass was aimed at him, as was the
flashlight still in her snatch.
"If you breath one fucking word of this to anyone..."
she warned, trailing off in attempt to show him how
dire a threat it was. She was still wet though, but she
had enough humiliation for one night. She slid the
flashlight out of her pussy, and shifted her panties
back into place before standing and heading into the
kitchen. Luke was aware of the water running a bit, and
a couple of minutes later Desiree was back in the room
with a cleaned and dried flashlight.
"Now that you're back...could you take care of me a
little?" he asked her, trying as casual an approach to
a blowjob request as he could. She glared at him,
putting on a resistant front even as the damp heat in
her loins begged otherwise. When she leaned over, still
glaring, and took the end of his penis in her lips, he
could have died with surprise and delight.
The taste was filthy, dirty, like something that had
just been in her ass for sure. Yes, she cleaned and
stayed well prepared for the occasion of anal, but it
never changed the fact that ass-to-mouth was still a
dirty act. And that dirty, filthy act never ceased to
keep her pussy pulsing with warmth.
When he laid his head back and groaned, it was hard for
her not to smile to herself. She had barely done more
than enclose the end of his dick in her lips and it was
as if she now had some measure of control over him. She
slid her lips down further, suckling softly like a
child at candy, cleaning him of her dirty taste slowly
but surely in one go, right down to the base, holding
him fully in her mouth and just partially in her
throat, leaving her lips and nose pressed against a
lush forest of pubic hairs.
The smell was intoxicating, raw and sexual, the smell
of an aroused crotch, of semen and sweat, and a touch
of urine. Desiree found herself hesitating before
sliding back up his length. She worked down just a bit
again, enough to slide his foreskin back from the
crown, She pressed her tongue against the underside,
and extended it just a bit as she pulled back, holding
it effectively in place as she pulled the foreskin over
it.
Luke moaned with intense delight as he looked down. She
was holding the light, aiming it there as she tilted
her head a bit, her mouth open to let him see as she
ran her tongue in slow circles around his covered head.
He shuddered hard with the visual, almost hitting his
peak again as he stared at the outline of her tongue
moving about under his skin, as he felt the wet and
warm sensation of that delicate pink appendage
pleasuring him on two different fronts.
She had enough though, her mouth wouldn't be enough to
satisfy her own needs, her hands weren't going to do
this time. She closed her lips and pulled back a
little, wriggling her tongue about around the tugged-
out foreskin, suckling gently on it before releasing it
altogether and looking up at him.
She moved up, climbing into position to straddle his
waist, moving down just enough to let his erection feel
the heat of her snatch through her panties. His right
hand moves down between their forms and pushed those
panties aside, his left hand slid up and under her
shirt, forcing it up as it groped at her right breast.
As Luke felt her up, and angled his cock, he leaned in
and pressed his lips to hers. As he kissed her, she
reciprocated, mashing back against him, draping her
arms around his shoulders and holding him tight as she
pushed her hips down, impaling his cock inside her
soaking wet pussy.
It was almost a magic moment, the willing initial union
of a brother and sister in unnatural bliss, as his
penis was completely engulfed inside her vaginal
opening. Time seemed to stop for a moment, no sounds
but their breathing, the pounding rain, and the rolling
thunder. No electric hums or buzzes, no television
shows, no ticking clock.
It was when Desiree finally broke the kiss to take a
breath that she began thrusting her hips forward and
back, each motion in being finished with a tight
squeeze around Luke's stiff rod. "How does it feel...to
fuck your sister?" she asked him, her voice lacking any
of her previous reluctance, now well-consumed with
desire and lust.
"It's awesome...Jonathan's a lucky bastard," he
answered, bringing only the slightest twinge of guilt
to her. That's right, she was cheating on him, with her
own flesh and blood no less, but it was too late to
back out. At least Luke's dick was smaller, he'd never
know anything was amiss if she kept quiet.
All the same, rather than hear his name again, she
pulled Luke down towards her left breast. He parted his
lips and latched on to her stiff nipple, He sucked hard
on it, tugging it into his mouth along with the
surrounding areola. He lashed over it with his tongue,
encouraging her to rock and buck her hips harder. Even
the sudden clap of thunder jarring the whole house
wasn't enough to drown out her cry of pleasure as he
suckled at the flesh of her breast and fondled at her
other with a firm and massaging grip.
Against her breasts he could have died with no regrets
in life, and the fact he hadn't was all the more
amazing. He couldn't move his hips with her pressing
down on him, the motions were all hers, it was mind-
numbing how wonderful she felt grinding back and forth
in his lap, stirring his cock from one side to the
other, pressing in alternating degrees against the
front and back of her vaginal walls. "We... shouldn't
do this... not without protection!"
On any other girl he would have gone ahead without a
care as nothing would have pulled his lips from such a
wonderfully-sized breast, but this was a special case.
There was no way he wanted to explain the results of a
paternity test to his parents. He'd seen enough daytime
talk shows to figure it wasn't worth it.
"You're right...so let's change things a little," she
agreed, raising up on her knees and leaning over to
grab at the darkness. When she pulled her hand back,
she had her bra. She squeezed at the other cup, the one
that was still clean, and placed it over his erect
shaft, then carefully lowered herself onto it.
The soft and material was a unique feeling, one
impossible for her to describe, and one even harder to
move with. It was soaked quickly in her vaginal honey,
and clung to her, such that when she moved or raised
her hips, it came with her, stroking at Luke's cock
with the equally-pleasant inside. "This thing...makes
your dick feel much bigger inside," she teased him,
leaning forward and presenting his face again with her
breast.
He didn't respond, not that he could, his lips
reattached to her nipple and began to suckle like a
baby at its mother. No milk came, of course, she wasn't
lactating, but it was something else to feel her
supremely soft flesh against his lips as he pulled at
it. His arms slid around her, holding her against him,
letting the soft flesh press against his face, letting
their unique scent fill his nose as he worked her over
orally.
"Fuck me, Luke, move your hips... stuff my cunt with
your nice, hot cock," she urged, starting to work her
hips all the more forcefully. Her muscles squeezed at
the material of her bra, and her brother's dick inside
it. It was plenty enough to start her on the path to
climax even without his sucking lips on her sensitive
nipple.
It was all he could do to obey Desiree's command. With
her hips pressing down against him, it was tough for
him to move at all, but he managed to move about,
shifting in his seat, causing his cock to stir and
press into her hot, soft bra, pressing it in turn into
her pussy, every exchange of motion between them
rippling through that soft garment back to the other.
Luke's voice was all mumbles as he groaned against her
breast, his tongue lashing hard against it as he gave
her all he had. With a final thrust he groaned hard
against her flesh, his hands moving to her ass and
pulling her down, holding her still as he blew his load
into the cup of her bra.
"Oh, Luke!" Desiree cried as she felt the throbbing and
twitching of his climaxing prick through that soft, wet
material, following shortly after into her own peak,
squeezing him tightly against her breast as her pussy
massaged and squeezed at his shaft, clenching down
tightly as she held back her moans. He didn't know why,
she never held back with Jonathan, but perhaps she
wasn't aware he could hear her either.
He wasn't about to ask either, his mind was blown and
his dick was thoroughly satisfied. Even with the rough
pounding of the rain on the roof and a bright flash of
lightning to fill the room, he found himself succumbing
to sleep.
By the time Desiree had gathered her wits enough to
stand, he was already out. She repositioned her panties
in place and scooped up the semen trickling from her
anus and licked it from her fingers before kneeling
down. She pulled her bra from his dick and leaned
forward to lick it clean of his semen before gently
tucking it back into his boxers. He would look natural
enough when their parents got home.
"Night, brother," she told his sleeping form before
grabbing the flashlight and her bra and heading
upstairs. She took the time to fish the other light
from the toilet and set it on the sink for their
parents to take care of, then she wiped out her bra
with a tissue and placed it in with the dirty laundry
before heading to bed herself. It hadn't been such a
long night, but it had been an unusual one. One that
left both of them dreaming of the others embrace, only
in their dreams the power was on, brought together by
attraction rather than lust in a blackout.
Even over the sounds of the television, Luke could hear
the doors of the car shutting and the engine starting
up. After partying and getting home late, his parents
were still up before he was and on their way to work
already. His mind recalled the dream and the time that
inspired it. Shame the power went out, he didn't have a
clock to time it, not that he was awake at the end
anyways.
As he laid back down on the couch, he reached down to
nurse the growing bulge in his boxers. As he started to
work at his dick, he could swear he heard Desiree
moaning upstairs. With their other siblings still out,
the day was sure to be long for the both of them.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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