Caternal Instincts: The Feline Guide to Mastering Motherhood

In actual experience, Herbert, peculiarly perhaps-was as lacking as his sister. But the pressure of their naked bodies, their more and more fervid kisses, the rubbing of bared bellies and of swollen member upon fleshy mound, the twining of their legs and arms, all these wrought each to the point of madness. The girl panted and heaved against the boy and it was all he could do to unwind himself from her embrace. Moving nimbly over the bed, he kissed his sister from head to toe, omitting no part of her, fore or aft, in his multiple caresses of lips and fingers. Edith writhed and gasped and moaned with delight beneath this torrid shower. And suddenly, as he knelt beside her shivering body, the maiden reached in trembling passion for the turgid column which sprang from his mid-region. He let her have her way, curious now as well as eager to see just to what tenderness her instinct would guide her. She drew him gently by the sceptre of his sex. He half-couched over her flushed face. She toyed lovingly with her new acquaintance with all her licentious fingers for a minute ...»