were slightly parted,
moist and throbbing, first met his gaze. He separated them yet further
with his finger and saw the exquisite clitoris perfectly visible.
Utterly unable to resist the temptation, he glued his lips to the
lovely spot, and titillated the clitoris with his tongue. Almost
immediately she began to writhe and twist about, and he felt her balmy
emission flow into his mouth as she spent with low moans. He then
desisted, and releasing his bursting prick commenced slowly to frig
himself, while gazing on the exquisite beauties exhibited to his view.
With spasmodic jerks the semen flew from him while he moaned with
pleasure.

Now fearing discovery, he carefully wiped his sister's cunt with his
handkerchief, which he madly kissed afterwards, and adjusted her dress,
removed all traces of his own spending, and proceeded to awaken his
sister. Placing her in a sitting position against a tree, he
recommenced his passes, this time in a contrary direction, and she soon
after opened her eyes.

After looking at him vaguely for a moment, she flung her arms round his
neck, and kissed him. "Oh," she said, "I have been asleep, and had such
a delicious dream."

"Has your headache gone?" said he.

"Oh," she replied, "I did have a headache, but not a symptom of it
remains."

She was evidently utterly unconscious of all that had taken place, and
her brother suggested they should resume their walk.

At breakfast Mrs. Etheridge said, "You have had a walk betimes this
morning, my children, and you are both looking quite rosy."

So they were, but she little knew the cause.

After breakfast Mr. Etheridge addressed himself to his son, "Your mamma
and myself are obliged to go to Lynton this afternoon on family
business, and I fear we shall not be able to return until late, but I
have no doubt you will be able to amuse yourself; Ethel will, I am
sure, do her best to keep you from getting dull on your first arrival
at home, after so long an absence."

When they had started, Frank accompanied Ethel into her sitting room,
and begged her to sing and play for him, in order that he might hear
what progress she had made.

She at once complied with his request, and he sat by her side watching
with glaring eye the rise and fall of her lovely bosom as she sang him
a charming little song, full of simple natural tenderness. He was, in
fact, lusting madly for his own sister, and why not?

In the earliest history of our own race incest