Chapter 63

• The sensations were mounting, and Kimber could not quite believe she was doing this. It was not only sexual, it was private, it was personal. She was kneeling in Maeson’s room, nude, riding some devious Sybian-like machine, and it was making her cum. Making her cum for his enjoyment, not hers. Not that she was not enjoying the sensations. It was just so ... not what she had ever done, or thought of ... at least until that movie. If she was able to be honest with herself at this moment, she would have to admit that she had never felt quite so alive, quite so able to please her brother. That, unfortunately, would require some quiet contemplation, which was not available right now to say the least.
• “To think,” Maeson told her smiling deviously at her, “I haven’t actually touched you yet, like this.” Than he slid behind her letting his clothing brush against Kimber’s body, but keeping himself from actually touching her until he was in position. Letting his clothes be his caress rather than his fingers. Once behind her, put his hands on his sister’s hips and slid them her upward, palms cupping her curves, upward, and upward till he was under Kimber’s arms. His hands slid onto her small perfect breasts. Thumbs came forward, brushing against her nipples once, then again.
• “Don’t drop the tray. Promise me that, and I will let you cum for me.”