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she finish this now or go on down to dinner and save it till later? That would be hard, of course, but then there was no knowing what encounters might arise from the dinner table, now was there?
With a sudden pang of regret she wished she had tried harder with Gregory. If only she could have got him to lie with her, to cover her and to push his hard cock into her. Thinking of him suddenly made her lose interest in the mirror, and she dropped her skirt. She would save her arousal for whatever the later hours of the evening might bring.
As though they were golden orbs for occasional viewing only, she cupped her breasts again and pushed them back inside her dress. At first she did up the undone button. Then, with a rising of her eyebrows and a careless ‘So what?’, she undid it again, pulled the bodice down slightly and left her cleavage free to the world.
Nadine Beaumont and Alistair, her brother, were on the other side of the mirror. Nadine’s cloud-grey eyes watched and, as her mouth was wide, so, too, was her smile.
‘Well, well, my pretty pussy,’ she said in her low husky voice. ‘You certainly are something, aren’t you?’
‘She’s ideal.’
Nadine turned and looked down at her brother. Although he was a well-made man of average height, Nadine was exceptionally tall.
Her generous lips twitched a little in her unfeminine yet handsome face as she looked at him. Her thoughts were hidden. They had to be. It was at times like these that she wished she could do something for him – not control his sexuality as she did now – but in that moment of release, she sometimes wished that she wasn’t his sister and wasn’t the woman she was.
‘You find her attractive?’ she asked with a cruel edge to her voice.
He hesitated before he nodded.
Nadine laughed just a short laugh. How well she enjoyed his discomfort. How much she enjoyed being in control. Her hand reached out to him. She patted then gripped at his crotch as though to confirm he was wearing his tight-fitting rubber underpants, the ones only
she
could release – even if he only wanted to relieve himself, she went with him.
‘Then we will have to see, won’t we?’
She saw him swallow and knew instinctively that his prick was hard and rising in his pants, and knew that only she could release it and let him have what he craved.
‘Ariadne was telling the truth. She said she was ideal.’
‘Yes, she did,’ Nadine answered. At the same time, she checked the tightness of his waistband, running her hand around the tops of his thighs so she could also check that he couldn’t even get a finger up to his throbbing tool to relieve his obvious suffering.
‘How long do I have to wait?’
Nadine transferred her hand to his face. Her long, thin fingers stroked his cheek.
‘Until I say so, my darling brother, Alistair; until I say so.’ She sighed, and in a motherly kind of way tucked some stray wisps of hair behind his ear. ‘You know that’s the way you like best, my sweet dear.’
She tried to kiss his ear. He backed away. Reflexively she winced and consoled herself into thinking how much more delicious the torture would be later this evening. Yet again he would be just a spectator in the cabaret she had arranged for him. As always, she would be mistress of ceremonies.
Even Penny didn’t know as yet that she would be performing and, from what Nadine had seen so far, it wasn’t likely that their newest rider would object.
Ariadne had known. She had been well rewarded for setting Penny up and for keeping her mouth shut. But then, Ariadne had been a willing little bitch, ready for anything Nadine had thrown at her. Like all the rest. One year, and then away. That was the way it was, and that was the way Nadine intended it to stay. No morsel attained in order to entice her brother’s passion was ever allowed to stay longer than a year.
Only those who have known each other since childhood really know each other well, Nadine mused. With a
With a sudden pang of regret she wished she had tried harder with Gregory. If only she could have got him to lie with her, to cover her and to push his hard cock into her. Thinking of him suddenly made her lose interest in the mirror, and she dropped her skirt. She would save her arousal for whatever the later hours of the evening might bring.
As though they were golden orbs for occasional viewing only, she cupped her breasts again and pushed them back inside her dress. At first she did up the undone button. Then, with a rising of her eyebrows and a careless ‘So what?’, she undid it again, pulled the bodice down slightly and left her cleavage free to the world.
Nadine Beaumont and Alistair, her brother, were on the other side of the mirror. Nadine’s cloud-grey eyes watched and, as her mouth was wide, so, too, was her smile.
‘Well, well, my pretty pussy,’ she said in her low husky voice. ‘You certainly are something, aren’t you?’
‘She’s ideal.’
Nadine turned and looked down at her brother. Although he was a well-made man of average height, Nadine was exceptionally tall.
Her generous lips twitched a little in her unfeminine yet handsome face as she looked at him. Her thoughts were hidden. They had to be. It was at times like these that she wished she could do something for him – not control his sexuality as she did now – but in that moment of release, she sometimes wished that she wasn’t his sister and wasn’t the woman she was.
‘You find her attractive?’ she asked with a cruel edge to her voice.
He hesitated before he nodded.
Nadine laughed just a short laugh. How well she enjoyed his discomfort. How much she enjoyed being in control. Her hand reached out to him. She patted then gripped at his crotch as though to confirm he was wearing his tight-fitting rubber underpants, the ones only
she
could release – even if he only wanted to relieve himself, she went with him.
‘Then we will have to see, won’t we?’
She saw him swallow and knew instinctively that his prick was hard and rising in his pants, and knew that only she could release it and let him have what he craved.
‘Ariadne was telling the truth. She said she was ideal.’
‘Yes, she did,’ Nadine answered. At the same time, she checked the tightness of his waistband, running her hand around the tops of his thighs so she could also check that he couldn’t even get a finger up to his throbbing tool to relieve his obvious suffering.
‘How long do I have to wait?’
Nadine transferred her hand to his face. Her long, thin fingers stroked his cheek.
‘Until I say so, my darling brother, Alistair; until I say so.’ She sighed, and in a motherly kind of way tucked some stray wisps of hair behind his ear. ‘You know that’s the way you like best, my sweet dear.’
She tried to kiss his ear. He backed away. Reflexively she winced and consoled herself into thinking how much more delicious the torture would be later this evening. Yet again he would be just a spectator in the cabaret she had arranged for him. As always, she would be mistress of ceremonies.
Even Penny didn’t know as yet that she would be performing and, from what Nadine had seen so far, it wasn’t likely that their newest rider would object.
Ariadne had known. She had been well rewarded for setting Penny up and for keeping her mouth shut. But then, Ariadne had been a willing little bitch, ready for anything Nadine had thrown at her. Like all the rest. One year, and then away. That was the way it was, and that was the way Nadine intended it to stay. No morsel attained in order to entice her brother’s passion was ever allowed to stay longer than a year.
Only those who have known each other since childhood really know each other well, Nadine mused. With a
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