Chapter 5: Dirty Harry

“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.

Her eyes grew bright and glassy with lust. Her lips parted and her breath was warm and sweet on his face as her lips neared hers. They kissed gently, deeply, lips apart, and her tongue, pointed and, he knew, full of cunning when it worked a man’s penis or anus or nipples or anything at all, slid sexily in and out of his mouth, fencing with his own.

She turned around to straddle his laps and wound her arms over his shoulders, smiling at him fondly and, leaning forward, kissed his cheek, nuzzled his ear, tongued it, sucked on his lobe. Harry smiled, fondling her breasts.

They broke the kiss and he lifted the T-shirt off her head. He could feel the warmth of her cunt against his belly. He cupped her breasts, marvelling at the perfection of their weight and size and form. He bent forward and gently lapped at one stiff, long nipple with his tongue, making her moan and gasp softly, clenching his head to her chest, arching her back. He sucked sharply on her breast and she hissed in joy. They broke apart again, his hand between her breasts, her hands cupping his handsome face.

“Harry,” she murmured.

“Mm?”

“Tell me about the first time. With Sheila,” she murmured.

“You know all about it, babe. I’ve told you before. So has she.”

“Tell me again. It’s so sexy to hear about it.”

He chuckled softly. “Well, babe, if you think hearing about it is sexy, you should have seen how sexy it felt!”

He cupped her swollen breasts, feeling them harden in his hands, the nipples quivering with tension. She looked lovely, with the long neck, the gold chain riding high on the nape, slightly raised over her flesh, where her shoulders hollowed sexily.

“Tell me, Harry ... tell me how my lovely brother and sister first committed incest.”

Sheila was not quite sixteen when she lost her virginity to the house-servant one hot afternoon. Everyone else was out of the house and she was supposed to be studying for her exams.

Actually, she was fantasising, and the pages were a blur. It was hot and humid. The ceiling fan barely stirred the torpid air. She unbuttoned her cotton shirt and pulled it open. She was not wearing a bra, and she fanned herself with her notebook, shivering as her nipples popped erect. A ribbon of sweat trickled through her deep cleavage. She squeezed her breasts gently, rolling the mounds under her palms and tweaked her nipples. Her breasts grew warm and heavy.

Sighing, she leaned back in her chair and pulled off her shorts. Spreading her legs wide, she slid her finger to her crotch and began to masturbate slowly. It felt so good. She rubbed her finger up and down her slit and, sensuously rubbed her moist finger over her puckered aureoles. She closed her eyes. If only she could have a man. A real man, with a real penis, long and thick and dark, like the one’s she saw in her biology books and in the erotic magazines and movies she spirited from her Uncle Stanley’s cupboard. A big cock, one she could suck and play with till it was hard. Then he would squeeze it into her cunt and she would feel its heat and hardness in her flesh, filling her cunt, rasping over her gorged clitoris. A black man, yes, one of those, hard-bodied and muscular with an enormous penis ... just like the one she had seen in the movie the other day...

The memory aroused her and Sheila frantically vibrated her fingertip against her clitoris. Her orgasm neared and she stopped. She had long discovered the intense satisfaction of prolonging orgasms. Slowly, she began masturbating again, arching two fingers into her cunt, rubbing a third against her clitoris. With a soft moan, Sheila let herself go. Her finger wiggled furiously in her cunt, strumming her gorged clitoris and she gasped as the orgasm hit. Her cunt-juices seeped over her wrist and fingers. Gasping and panting, she wiped her hand on her breasts, and licked her fingers clean.

Somehow, it wasn’t good enough. Sighing, she turned back to her books. It was impossible. Soon, her mind was wandering again. Sighing, she got up and, knotting her shirt-tails under her breasts, leaving her midriff bare, wandered out of the room and went into the kitchen. The refrigerator hummed silently, promising coolness. Small mercies. She got herself a drink of water and ice from the freezer. She popped several cubes in her glass and taking three or four in her hand, ran them around her temples, over her face and through her cleavage. It felt very sexy. Her nipples hardened again. Smiling with pleasure, she slid her hand under the open lapels of her shirt and moved the ice cubes over her nipples. They quivered and she felt her cunt suddenly ooze with excitement.

She turned, with her hand still inside her shirt, over her breast, and froze in shock. At the door, watching her quietly stood their new part-time servant, Ramu. Her jaw dropped and she gaped at him and flushed, too shocked even to move her hand out of her shirt. He stood watching her silently, expressionless.

He was a handsome young man in his early twenties, who did the sweeping, mopping, the laundry. He was tall and dark, with a strong, rough-hewn, handsome face. His hair was thick and dark. He was clean-shaven. His body was muscular with broad shoulders, a cleaved chest, a flat belly and long arms and legs thick with muscle. She had often fantasised about him fucking her.

Ramu stood still, as if carved of stone. The ice melted in her hand and stained her shirt. She slid her hand out, her heart pounding in her chest, her lips open, gasping softly, her eyes wide, her head roaring with terror and fear, a deep clench in her gut. He had seen her. It was too late. She was found out.

They stood still, staring at each other and their eyes locked and, as his eyes burned into her, she felt a sudden frisson of excitement. He was so sexy and, in this heat, he had taken off his shirt and was clad only in his tight shorts. Involuntarily, her eyes slid to his crotch and lingered on the tempting bulge between his legs.

He stepped forward silently and she pressed herself back against the fridge door. Slowly, he came up to her, his eyes never leaving hers. She cowered against the fridge, looking up at him. His body was very close to hers, almost touching her. She could smell the tangy, sexy, sweaty odour of his body. She noticed that his armpits were shorn. His chest was sexily clear of any trace of hair. His nipples were very dark and sharp in small aureoles. She wanted to lean forward and suck one of them. He inched closer and his broad, strong feet touched hers. Her hands dropped to her sides.

Slowly, he hooked his fingers in the knot of her shirt and pulled it wide. His hands cupped her face and tilted it up to his. His lips fluttered over hers. She closed her eyes. His lips fastened on hers and she felt them part and his tongue pressed to her lips. She could not resist. Her lips opened and his tongue slid into her mouth. Simultaneously, his hands slid down her neck and over her breasts. Sheila trembled and her nipples shot out and her breasts grew hot and hard. Instinctively, her arms curled around his shoulders. Kissing her gently, deeply, he squeezed her breasts, fondling them adroitly. His groin pressed to her belly and she could feel the hard length of his penis. She felt dizzy with lust ... she had never felt a real penis before, never been so close to any man.

“I...,” she began as the kiss broke, but he silenced her by kissing her again.

She grew feverish and trembled with excitement as his evidently expert hands fondled and aroused her gently. His hands slid down her belly and over her buttocks, down to the backs of her thighs, then moved around to the front. His fingers slid into the baggy legs of her shorts and she stiffened as she felt them crawl up towards her crotch. He moved them higher and continued kissing and nuzzling her neck, tonguing her ear, nibbling her earlobe. Pulling her shorts in a tight V at her crotch, he pressed his fingertips to her slit. It was already wet and her legs shook and parted of their own accord as he pulled her cunt-lips open and gently drew his fingers along her crack. It was already moist and his fingers danced over the soft bush of her pubic hair, gently teasing her cunt-lips open and touching the wet, warm flesh within.

Then he pushed his hands down the waistband of her shorts and squeezed her buttocks. Prising them open, he pressed his fingertip to her anus. Sheila moaned softly and, her hands on his belly, bent her head to his dark, solid chest, kissed his nipple and began to suck it gently. She flipped her tongue erotically at the dark, hard stub and he grunted. Her face was soft and her mouth was warm and tempting. Tiny, fiery flames of pleasure leaped through his muscular frame. She sucked harder on his nipple.

It surprised and pleased him. He smiled, and his teeth were strong and white and even. He pulled her shorts down and she was naked in his arms. His fingers caressed her cunt and anus and breasts again. Her excitement growing, she caressed his hard belly and chest, sucking his nipples by turn. Her fingers fluttered at the base of his belly. He stopped caressing her, to unbutton his shorts and pull down his fly. His shorts peeled open and involuntarily, her hand dropped between his legs.

The first touch of his penis was electrifying. Her fingers flew away and immediately returned and, this time, closed around the massive thickness of his shaft. She pulled his shorts down and freed his penis. He stepped back and she looked down. It was the loveliest thing she had seen. Seven inches long, still limp, it was an inch and a half thick. His balls were heavy and low. She cupped them gently and squeezed his penis, drew her fingers tenderly up and down its length, examining its contours. It was smoothly shorn down to the hilt and, though she did not know it then, she was soon to learn the reason for this. He smiled at her awe and she felt his hands pushing her gently to her knees.