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A Hero's Return ((Methos&Crystalfox))

The prince nodded his head slightly as he felt her lips pressed against his cheek. “Ah well that is not something to worry about then.” He grinned slightly as he remarked “Ah well you shouldn’t perhaps be too angry with the doctor’s cynicism if you’ve had the advantage of it.” His fingers idly strayed across her stomach as he noted “After all some things are more difficult to hide than others.”

He lofted a brow to her as he idly remarked “And what less than proper dreams have you had?” He inquired as a teasing tone entered his voice. “Dreams of dressing up as a dancing girl and slipping into your brother’s bed hmm?” He chuckled softly as he leaned in towards her and let his lips press to her own. He kissed her rather firmly and let his arms wrap around her waist. “Dreams of this?”

Guillaume regarded her and his hand drifted to her chest and let his fingers cup one luscious mound. “Tell me sister – will it be better for you now that I know it’s you?” His tone was rather teasing as his lips pressed down against her neck. His teeth pressed into the skin and bite down upon it. He bit down and tugged lightly upon it in a manner that seemed likely to leave a mark.

His lips drifted along her neck pressing into it and thereafter his tongue strayed across the shell of her ear. His tongue slipped into it and stroked inside it as he murmured “Lets find out.” It seemed strangely easy to suggest taking his sister once more. She had grown from the child he’d known to a rather attractive young woman who seemed rather fixated with him. He’d claimed her once unwittingly but as that was done there was no reason to hold back was there?
 
She nodded in agreement and smiled softly. "I suppose it's not so bad, though if he calls me 'that girl' again I may have to send him to the dungeons to straighten him out. He really doesn’t seem to like me much." she grimaced as she recalled the examination he had to do when she hurt herself all those years ago. The feeling of his fingers moving about inside her while the maid watched had been a nightmare.

The grimace changed to a well practiced smirk of heated desire as she placed a finger on his lips. "Now, now dear brother that's for me to know and you to never find out." she murmured her eyes twinkling mischievously. Who's to say she dreamed her scheme the night of his arrival home? She certainly wouldn't tell a soul not even him.

Nadia returned the kiss her tongue darting out to caress his own lips, tugging gently on the bottom before releasing it as he pulled away. Leaning against him she let out a soft near silent moan her neck arching before him. "Perhaps it will be, now that I can scream your name as I climax not your title. But who's to say?" she responded breathlessly knowing he was likely going to leave some mark of his desire upon her body.

"Let's my beloved brother please?" was her response as her body began to heat once more in desire a new flood of moisture quick to great her already soaked petals. Already Nadia was melting in his embrace and the second round had barely begun. Would it always be this way she wondered. The burning need making all thoughts linger on him and his lips, his fingers, his cock? Everything?
 
Guillaume seemed rather amused by her distaste for the physician and he offered her a shrug. The prince simply grinned “I don’t think he likes anyone overly much, but he knows what he’s about or else there would be little reason to keep him about. It certainly isn’t his charming demeanor that got him his position. But better we have a miserable and effective physician than a cheerful and inept one.”

“Oh you shall not tell me hmm?” He chuckled softly as he idly noted. “You’ll scheme to sleep with me and seduce me in costume – yet when I ask after this naughty dreams of yours I get not a word of it?” His tone remained rather teasing as he leaned in to her and stated in a rather suggestive tone “And if I don’t know what your dreams are Nadia – how then shall I make them all come true hmm?”

He felt her tongue slipping inside his mouth. His lips met hers rather hotly, pressing to them and feeling their soft damp forms against him. He heard her moan as his lips drifted along her neck. His teeth bit down upon her and strayed along that graceful arch. His hand slipped to her chest and began to fondle one luscious mound. Calloused fingers were pressed into her soft flesh as he murmured “Then scream my name sister. Scream it until your throat is raw.”

Guillaume heard her eagerly responding to his suggestion that they find out immediately and he’d let his hand slip down to her waist. Slowly he’d picked her lithe form up and turn her about to lower her down to the bed upon her back. He leaned in to kiss her as he murmured “Then let me take you and you shall be able to see my face and I shall be able to see yours unveiled.” His body would slip down atop of her, its muscular form lowering upon her as his member began to thicken and become aroused once more. His prick became swollen and pressed to her thigh as his lips crushed against her own. He felt her body beneath him as his tip would brush against the lips of her sex.
 
"What if you already have?" she whispered softly, of course he'd come close already but there were some dreams that wouldn't ever come true. For instance outside of a secret affair they'd never be able to be together after all there were siblings, as such couplings were frowned upon she knew. Still she would treasure the time with him. Her beloved brother who claimed her heart and body.

Nadia murmured his name when she was set down upon the bed, her breast heaving in pleasure, nipples tight once more. Then it was louder as she felt his arousal against her thigh her eyes glazed with pleasure that he hadn't been able to see from behind the veil. Her nerves already felt afire with his heated touches each brush sending zings of pleasure to hypersensitive nerves. It was different now she could feel it, knowing one another sent the experience to an entirely different level.

Slender arms wrapped around his shoulders as she fought with his tongue dancing, dueling eagerly waiting to see who would pull away first. "Please Guillaume." she whispered against his mouth pressing feverish kisses to his jaw and throat. The tip pressing against her soaked channel was maddening and she rolled her hips sharply trying to lure him into her heated depths. "Claim me again."

A soft moan of desire escaped her throat as her inner walls pulsed with the need to be filled making her hips jerk sharply. Eagerness didn't begin to explain the all consuming need to be taken by her brother; the heat was pushing her to new levels, the tabooness, and the happiness. So many emotions and the flashed behind dilated blue eyes. Once more her hips rolled softly..."Please." already she was begging and this was only their second time.
 
Guillaume grinned slightly as he leaned in towards her lips. “I suppose that could be true.” His lips brushed against her own as he murmured “After all to bed you is all we could have, unless you were to somehow figure out how to possess the form of one of those women chasing after me.” He let his teeth nip at her lower lip and teasingly tug about it. “And your dancing girl disguise was rather good but unless I’ve missed something a sorceress my little sister is not.”

He seemed almost startled at how eager she was for him to take her once more. The press of her mouth against him was constant, and the rock of her hips and the soft begging sounds that parted her lips simply caused him to want her all the more. There was something terribly seductive about how much she desired this. Her eagerness seemed to spark his own enthusiasm for the matter. His lean muscular form weighed down against her, his hand roamed over her side as his hips pressed down against her. His cock hard and rigid brushed against her form.

As her hips were arched to him his own form shifted. His tip was pressed to softness of her slit and thereafter his hips crashed down against her. Forcefully he thrust his cock inside of her, plunging himself deeply into those hot wet folds. The thick swollen form of his cock would stretch that dripping channel as he entered her. He thrust into the furnace-like confines of her womanhood and filled her fully. His prick lanced into her to the hilt, sliding easily into those warm folds so his tip would nudge against her cervix.

There was something delightfully taboo about the act of pressing his dick deep inside the willing passage of his nubile younger sister. His body responded to it eagerly and his hips were rocking down to her and pumping his cock inside of her vehemently. He claimed that sweet body of hers rather firmly, reveling in taking that forbidden prize. Though it had never occurred to him when she’d been younger, now as he pressed between her thighs he could thing of no rarer prize than her forbidden succulent flesh. His lips locked with hers parting only to murmur “You are mine now Nadia….mine.”
 
"I do so wish I was." she responded to his comment about her being a sorceress. "Life would be much easier that way." Nadia returned his kiss with one of her own her tongue dipping into his mouth for a brief moment before pulling away to moan sweetly as he entered her body in one smooth thrust.

There it was again that feeling of utter completeness as he bumped her cervix. It showed in her face, she was almost certain no man would ever be able to fill her this way. Still she kept the sentiment to herself focusing on his movements her longs slender legs wrapping around his waist.

It seemed that simple movement had him striking a whole different angle that had her seeing stars. "Oh brother!" she gasped out in obvious pleasure her hands gripping his shoulder tightly nails digging into the skin on his shoulders. If she could keep him inside her forever it wouldn't be long enough.

"Yes, yours." she whispered a smile appearing on her full lips. "Yours forever, no matter what." it was almost like she was making a promise that even when she was forced to marry or he was her soul would always belong to her him. Her first love, despite all that stood in there way she would never forget him. Closing the distance between them she kissed him so he didn't need to respond.

The kiss however was broken as he struck something dead on. It made her back arch and a cry of pleasure escape her throat eyes shut tightly. Her hands released his shoulders only to fall above her head gripping the bar of the head board tightly. She truly didn't want him to stop.
 
Guillaume felt her tongue sliding into his mouth as their bodies came together. His lips crushed feverently to her own, kissing her hungrily as he claimed her body. They were joined at the hips and rather vigorously his manhood was thrust inside of her. His body pressed down against her to plunge his shaft inside of her rather deeply. He felt the slender and shapely forms of her legs tightening about him

The shift of her hips as her legs wrapped around his own seemed to have improved the angle of their coupling. For each deep and lusty thrust inside of her seemed to be garnering a rather profound reaction. That thick throbbing prick’s vein lined form would stretch those soft damp folds as it plunged within her. He’d stretch her with each smack of his hips into her, letting her feel the size of his cock as it entered her depths.

He heard her proclaiming herself his forever. A grin graced his lips as his mouth responded by crushing itself to her own. His lips hungrily claimed hers as his hand pressed to her side and slipped upwards along that feminine curve. His eyes trailed over her form as he felt that soft body beneath him. Heatedly he murmured “When you are married come to my bed without the tea..”

His pace heightened as he heard her loud cry and felt the arch of her body. That luscious form was pressed to him as that sweet exclamation seemed to beg for more attention from him. Thus his member was lanced into her as his mouth pressed to her neck. His hand drifted to encircled her bosom as his hips steadily moved into her. His manhood pumped in and out of those soft, warm velvety folds. He felt her and was inside of her and with each firm thrust sought to give them both the pleasure they desired.
 
"Yes, oh yes! I will come to you when you need me!" her voice was almost hoarse with pleasure legs remained clenched around his waist tightly. Every thrust of his thick cock in her more then willing body caused heat to pulse and throb in her lower belly. It travelled through her frame making her body burn and sweat glisten on her skin.

It was almost as through fire was flowing in her blood making her fingertips tingle softly. Her moans and whimper were all that could be heard in tandum with the sound of skin on skin. Already she could feel her climax approching and she didn't know how to hold it back, the feeling was maddening.

Keeping her neck arched before him her rythem faltered as the heat became all consuming. "Brother....something is coming." she gasped out, and it was more powerful then the last one. It built and built within her frame making her body visibly shake with exertion.

With one last flick of her hips her legs cleched around his middle in a vice like grip as her climax over took her. Inner walls spasmed and convulsed around him pulling his thick cock deeper into her body while simotaniously milking him in the process. Eyes closed tighty his name escaped from her lips as her completion washed over her.
 
If he’d had any lingering doubts about his sister’s rather passionate desire for him, they would perhaps now be utterly and finally laid to rest. As his hips rocked into her, firmly pressing to her again and again, he heard her steady stream of moans and whimpers. That soft body of hers pressed to him, rocked against him and her sex squeezed about his prick. Lust burned through him as he looked at her, before this day the thought of bedding his sister hadn’t transpired in his mind. Now nothing else could seem to enter it as he rather roughly plunged his cock within her.

Strangely the thought of bedding her once she’d been married to another seemed to linger in his mind. He’d murmured it a moment before but now as he thrust his prick within her, the idea of spilling his seed within her when he nothing would stop it from doing its work seemed to excite him. The taboo made even more taboo so to speak. His hand would drift along her side and tighten upon that smooth form as he buried himself between her thighs. He felt her legs clenching tight about him now as he rutted between them.

He heard her murmuring that something was coming, soon the answer to what that was proved to be her. He felt the taunt grip of her warm folds as that gripped tightly about him. The milking motion of those feminine folds was all but overwhelming. His cock throbbed rather urgently as he heard her rapturous cries as she called out his name. He basked in the pleasure of it and as he did so his own form moved with an impassioned need. His hips ground into her, bumping down against her to urgently slam his cock into those gripping and clutching folds. Only then would his own loud exclamation mingle with her own.

His groan would fill the airs, joining her cries as his seed would rush forth, spilling into her belly. His thick creamy fluids gushed into her, a steady stream of hot sticky fluids would emerge from the eye of his cock. They spurt out stand after strand into her now rather slick folds, spilling into her until she’d overflow and then begin to slicken her thighs and the bottom of her ass before they reached the bed. His body would begin to slow atop of her as he’d lean in to kiss her rather fiercely once more.
 
Every spurt of his thick seed that hit her inner walls caused her hip to buck and snap against him, tremors shaking her frame. It was almost as though she could feel it hit the walls of her womb and for a minute she desperately wished she was able to become impregnated by him. That would keep them together for certain. But in a second it was gone.

Her back arched as he joined her in completion pressing against his chest as her eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Yes she was right this was far more intense then the first time they'd shared. Every nerve twitched in aftermath as she returned his kiss with one of her own. It was a passionate dance of tongue
Before she was content to pull away a flush staining her cheeks.

Gradually her legs loosened around him and fell to either side, the barely used thigh muscles burning in protest. Gradually her eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him love glowing fiercely within their blue depths. She wasn't sure what to say, to thank him, to comment how wonderful it'd been? Right now she was just happy that he remained inside her and that they were alone for a short time.

It was during this brief moment of clear thinking she realized what she'd done, what she'd promised him. It wasn't that she regretted it, which was the problem. She didn't regret it, she had wanted to do it and she'd enjoyed it. Hell Nadia was looking foreword to the next time they were together and now she was certain there would be a next time.

Once her breathing had calmed she cupped her brother's cheek and looked up at him. "That was incredible." she muttered blushing softly at her forwardness. "And completely worth it. You don't regret it do you Guillaume, because I don't. In fact I look foreword to our next time together." the statement had her smiling.
 
Guillaume felt the delightful shift of her body beneath him as her sex milked his prick and her hips shifted with sinful precision to rather intensely satisfy him. He came hard in her and pleasure rushed through his form. The pleasant feeling of well being and sate desire lingered upon him and his lips seemed to readily form a grin. Although his mouth was soon rather preoccupied with pressing to her own.

He kissed her and thereafter, he simply regarded his sister with a lazy grin gracing his lips. His hand rose to slide across her cheek and he’d cup it rather fondly. He regarded her with a smile and leaned in and kissed her once more. He murmured “Nadia…I can’t imagine not doing that again. I must have you.” He stated seeming to find the statement rather strange to be directing at his sister. Pleasure course through him and he let his eyes linger upon her as his other hand strayed along her side.

He shook his head to her as he noted “No I don’t regret it.” He tilted his head slightly as he leaned in towards her “We must find some way to see each other again.” His fingers would move to toy with a strand of her hair as he noted “I need to see you…this way again.”

He seemed to be considering the matter. “I mean I doubt you can slip in as a dancing girl again. But there must be some way we can arrange to both be gone from the palace later at night. Or at least for you to slip out, no one really questions my leaving to do as I would.” He smiled impishly “If I take a fancy to some girl in the city none question the royal right to indulge myself as I please with…just about anyone.” He knew well enough that broad approval wouldn’t extend to what he was doing at this very moment.
 
Not willing to move she remained where she was thought flitting through her mind. There had to be someway to keep their tryst going. The fact was as the prince he was allowed to do as he pleased, as the princess, she was expected to stay home and sew or read and then go off to bed dreaming about the perfect prince to whisk her away to his kingdom. Well the perfect prince was right here; it just so happened they were related.

"I have an idea." she said suddenly a smile lit up her tired features. "I can sneak out you know, I know the garden passage that leads to that old cottage our grandmother used to hide in when the court became too much for her. It's on the very eastern corner of the back garden. I can keep a change of cloths there and turn myself into a milk maid. It's just a matter of where we would meet."

People would notice if a blonde maid was seen walking hand in hand with the Heir to the throne. Especially if that maid looked like him, they'd have to meet somewhere that was abandoned and quiet and she didn't know of such a place, not any there were safe that is. The smile vanished and turned into a frown. "If you go as yourself and people see me, there will be a scandal. Even if I'm disguised as a milk maid I look too much like you in the face. We'd have to go somewhere quiet with less people."

There were several royal lodges that the prince was allowed to frequent with the lover of his choice. But they were guarded and most of them knew her too well to be fooled by a simple disguise that didn't hide her face. Inns were notorious for gossip and if it got back to her parents she'd been sent away with the next prince that showed interest in her. No matter how unattractive or cruel they may be. "I wish....I could change my face brother. It would be so much easier on us."
 
The prince regarded her and then said rather simply “Then I shall need to find a way to let you change your face Nadia.” Guillaume simply seemed to reach that conclusion and then idly noted “And if you could do such a thin I should imagine it would be entirely easier for you to sneak around and you could be seen in a far greater number of places be it here, a hunting lodge, or an inn for that matter.” He grinned to her as he idly noted “You could be any number of different women I’m assumed to have taken a passing interest in with your flair for costumes and such a means.”

Guillaume had resources enough and contacts enough that some magic item could be commissioned that would enable such a disguise. Although he’d naturally have intermediaries with entirely fictitious reasons as to why he desired such a thing. After all they would lie more convincingly on his behalf if they believed what he told them to say was the truth. Nor did he really mean to inform even those whose discretion he trusted of exactly what he was about with respect to this.

He leaned in and his lips pressed to her own. He kissed her rather firmly before he drew back to let his mouth linger just against her own as he assured her. “I’ll make you able to appear a dancing girl, a milk maid, a lady in waiting or courtesan.” He winked to her as he kissed her again. “You shall look however, you should choose to and none shall be the wiser I promise.”

He grinned to her idly as he murmured “In fact it might even be better if I was openly seen in various places with different girls. After all how could anyone suspect a disguise if there were several different women? Thus you would be hidden best by being in plain sight entirely.”
 
Her eyes widened for a moment at the mention of magic as a possibility. Of course she knew it was possible, it was just hard to find magic users that didn't charge an arm and a leg for the occasional love potion much less disguise charms. Still if he could find one who would do it, disguise charms were flawless and lasted for years.

"That would be lovely brother, do you know of someone who can create such an object?" hope lingered in her eyes. Her grip tightened marginally upon his shoulders. They'd never be at risk of being caught and even if he married she could come to him as a maid or a servant and lay with him while his wife remained in her own rooms.

"A dancing girl, a milk maid, a serving girl, a lady in waiting, a courtasan and perhaps a low ranking merchant's daughter?" she had the cloths for all of those disguises, in fact she had several dozen costumes. It was rather embaressing that a full grown woman played dress up, but now they had a purpose. "Oh it would be magnificent. How long do you suppose it would take for them to be comissioned?"

Leaning up she kissed him again the simple gesture full of desire. "If it wasn't for the fact...I needed sleep I'd be tempted to lay with you again Guillaume." she grinned softly.
 
The prince could quite clearly see her delight at the possibility he presented to her. He smiled to her in a rather reassuring fashion. After all he was the heir to the throne - the crown prince, what he wished was other’s command. “I just returned from taking over another country Nadia, I do have some resources at my disposal.”

He leaned in towards her and his lips would press against her own as he returned her kiss. His lips tasted hers and lingered against them as the thought of sleep lacked much in the way of appeal for him. Mischievously he stated “You’ve told everyone your sick none would think it amiss if you rose rather late upon the morrow.”

His hand with its distinct sword calluses would press to the rounded form of her breast, cupping rather greedily that globe of flesh. He fondled her breast as he remarked simply “I will make it happen, and as quickly as it may be done.” Her brother assured her of that as he murmured “I will give it to you and you will have everything you’ve dreamed of and more.”

His mouth pressed to her neck as his fingers dug into her flesh. His lips traced along her neck, to kiss and nip along that sensitive arch. His eyes slowly shifting to regard her own as he finally murmured “But before sleep my naughty milk maid - you have a prince yet to drain.”.
 
"I forget you're a great war hero now." she responded snickering softly. Of course he'd be able to buy some simple disguise charms. Still the price was going to be outstounding considering that they were outlawed in several diffrent places.

"Big brother you're insaitable." she gasped out her nipples tightening beneath his fingers once again. Already a Nadia's eyes dialated in desire and her grip tightened on his shoulder once again. "But so am I, an you're right....they won't wake me early if they think I've been sick." and she stopped speaking and streatched her neck beneath his mouth.

"Well I wouldn't want to see my prince left wanting." she responded chuckling softly though the sound resembled more of a breathy moan. Arching her back she ground against him. "Nor so full." smirking softly she pressed her own lips against his neck nipping the skin gently, more foreward then before.

The young woman was already lost in his touch and the promises of more seemed to linger in her mind as her body became hyper aware of his own. Perfect....was the only way to describe it. It felt perfect to be in his arms, and she was certain he felt the same.
 
Guillaume looked at her with a grin as one arm was raised in a mock flex. “Yes, I am.” He winked to her as he teasingly noted “How lucky of you to be taken by such a hero.” He leaned in towards her as his mouth pressed to her own, tasting her lips. “Although its not without its benefits, this whole hero business. I did manage to plunder the better part of a country so aside from having the resources that our parents put at my disposal which are fairly considerable I now have my own store of wealth.” He grinned “And the fact that people just assume there are good reasons I’m asking them to do things doesn’t hurt either.”

Guillaume smiled to her as his hand roamed over her body. “I am insatiable…but that is all you’re fault Nadia.” His mouth roamed along her neck, his teething nipping at that soft skin before his mouth would crush against her own once more. Hungrily he tasted her as he noted “I just don’t want this night to end, as I know it will be some time before we can safely arrange this again..”

The prince heard her soft moans and felt her lips drifting against him. His body pressed to her, that hard masculine form seeking out the softness of her body. His head leaned in to press his lips to her ear as he murmured “I want to feel you’re mouth around my cock.” His tongue would slide over the form of her ear lobe as he stated that particular urge. His eyes seemed to shine slightly as he murmured “I want to see you drink my seed.”

His member seemed to stiffen as his body pressed against her own. Those strong hands seemed to roam over her body on their own accord, pressing into the softness of that perfectly feminine form. His hand drifted along the curve of her thigh before finding that rounded shape of her ass. Naturally his fingers would pillage and squeeze that form, for his hand seemed simply to be drawn to it.
 
"My I see your ego has grown along with your body." she responded teasingly running her hands up his chest. Nadia hadn't realized what exactly he'd done until now. To be able to ask such things of people, hell he'd expanded thier kingdom. A kingdom he would one day rule and what a ruler he'd be, and when he had children they were going to be lovely.

"My fault is it? Well I'll gladly take the blame this time. However lets not think of the next time, lets think of this time brother. When the next time comes we'll think of it then." It was a surprisingly optomistic statement despite the breathy gasps and whimpers between each word. Living here and now would serve her far better then thinking of the length of time before she could see him again.

However whatever she was going to say was lost the moment he began to whisper in her ear. Shuttering in pure pleasure her eyes fluttered shut arousal racing through her system. "Yes...." she whispered in agreement to his desire. "Anything you ask of me...."

Pressing against him she managed to roll the pair around so she was straddling him. Smooth hands unblemished by war far ran up and down his chest tracing over his pectorals and placing a kiss where his heat beat. Truely the virginal teen wasn't sure if she was going to do it right but she wanted to try, to please him as much as he pleased her.

Soft eager kisses began to caress his body after that mapping out his neck, chest, the tip of her tounge running along his abdomen experimentally, working her way downwards until her head rested between his legs. "Like this?" she questioned her tounge running against the underside before the head of his shaft was encased it wet warmth her tounge flicking experimentally....almost innocently before she began to suckle.
 
Guillaume grinned to her as he responded “I don’t think its my ego growing..” He winked to her as he felt her hands drifting along him. His own hands drifted along her body, his desire to tough that soft, supple form seeming to grow without any conscious thought. “Yes, well it is your fault entirely dear sister.” He leaned in towards her so the warmth of his breath would brush against her cheek.

He heard her murmur that she would do anything he asked of her and then felt the shift of that luscious body against him. His blood pounded through his veins as lust filled him. He found himself welling with desire for the woman who shifted and began to pelt his neck and chest with kisses. He grinned as he watched her mouth descend downwards along his form, his hand moved to stray through locks of her hair.

He felt the lick of her tongue slip along his prick before her mouth took him within. The feel of her lips tightening as she suckled upon his prick was exactly what he’d craved. A soft moan parted his lips as he nodded his head to her and confirmed. “Yea, that’s it.” He smiled to her as his fingers strayed across her cheek and played with her hair some more. “Gods that feels good.” He murmured to her.
 
Nadia truely had no idea what exactly she was doing, she didn't even know one could pleasure a man with thier mouth. It was unusual to be certain but not unpleasent in the least bit. It almost felt like he was at her mercy, she could go as slow or as fast as she pleased and he could do nothing about it.

Tucking a strand of blonde hair behind her ear her beautiful eyes fell to half mast as she focused on experimenting. First she'd lick the head, then press her tounge against the sensitive underside. Then gradually she took more into her mouth. Seeing as she was inexperianced Nadia gagged when the head of his cock hit the back of her throat and she pulled back frowning as she suckled. Obviously she couldn't fit all of him in her mouth, so would he truely enjoy it if she couldn't?

Wrapping her hand around the base she began to gently stroke what wasn't in her busy mouth. Soon enough she had a gentle rythem going on, whenever she pulled back her tounge would flick at the head and when she was as down as far as she could go her tounge would press against the underside. Nadia may have not known what she was doing, but it was obvious she was a fast learner.
 
Her brother had no such lack of knowledge as to what should be transpiring. After all he’s been off on a military campaign, not cloistered like a monk. However, the girl that gracefully leaned over him seemed to experiment with what she was expected to do. He looked faintly amused as she discovered her gag reflex, but thereafter she seemed to grasp the essence of what she was about. He moaned softly as he enjoyed the sweet pleasures that her mouth offered to him. His hand drifted across her cheek and then strayed through soft locks of her hair, he toyed with those silken strands as her head slid along his shaft.

He’d groan softly as he felt her mouth suckling upon him. His throbbing prick was engulfed in the warm embrace of her lips. He gazed down at her with a grin as he murmured “Yes, like that.” In an encouraging fashion as he felt her tongue flickering over him and her hand tugging upon his cock. “I want to see you drink my cum Nadia..” He seemed to relish the wrongness of the situation as he murmured “I want my sister to taste my seed.”

She was learning rather quickly and he’d note “You’re going to be good at this with a bit of practice.” He teased her as his hips rocked slightly towards her, perhaps even without any real thought on his part. His pulse was racing and his cock stiff and throbbing from her attentions. He was getting exactly what he wanted from Nadia, and before this very night he would never have given any credence to the idea that his sister was some sort of minx. Yet he’d discovered it and now he couldn’t imagine her any other way.
 
Somehow Nadia managed to lean into his caresses while she practiced the new found form of pleasure on her more then eager brother. Those lovely eyes of her were now shut gently and somehow, even with her mouth full she managed to look somewhat innocent. There was a light flush on her pale cheeks as soft sounds of muffled pleasure could be heard. Now that she'd gotten the hang of it, she was enjoying this.

A jolt of pleasure raced down her spine and her back arched at his words. It made her eyes fly opened the color darkened with lust once more. But rather then speed up she decided to try something. She slowed down and her tounge seemed to cease it's movement. It was obvious she was testing to see his response, for although she looked innocent she certainly wasn't. Not anymore.

It amazed her that it worked so well, from a half thought up plan to seduce him as a dancer. Now she was herself and her brother seemed to want her more then ever. Perhaps the underlying attraction had always been there for both of them and it just took a rather brave move on her part for it to show. Grinning her eyes locked onto him as she continued the slow pace for several more moments and then sped up, faster then before and with more confidence.
 
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