was no sin; why should
we now consider it as such? On the other hand what can be more
intensely exciting than the knowledge that one is indulging every
feeling of lasciviousness conjointly with one united so nearly by ties
of blood and kindred.

When she had finished he burned to enjoy her, but dared not, and with
an effort he left the room, saying that he had some letters to write.

He went to his bedroom, but on his way thither he saw the adjoining
door open and recognized a dress his sister had worn on the previous
evening hanging against the wall. Her bed was still unmade, her
nightdress was lying on it, and by the side of the bed a pair of
drawers that she left there on changing her underlinen. He rushed to
the bed, kissed the nightdress, and literally glued his lips to that
portion of her drawers which had covered her darling little cunt. He
was so excited that he could scarcely forbear from spending on the
spot. Hearing approaching footsteps he immediately made his way to his
own room, and bolting the door, he tore off his trousers. Doubling up
the pillow, he inserted his erect prick between the folds, and
straining it tightly between his thighs, threw himself forward on the
bed, and thinking of his darling sister, with a few heaves backwards
and forwards, spent deliciously. He then lay down and pondered over the
best means of attaining his desires, for he resolved that he would
enjoy his sister in every conceivable manner, let the consequences be
what they might.

His meditations were interrupted by the luncheon bell. He descended to
the dining room, and the sight of his sister aroused his desires with
redoubled force; he devoured her with his eyes, and she again exhibited
the same restless and uncomfortable symptoms that possessed her in the
morning; her colour rose, her bosom rose and fell tumultuously, she
squeezed her thighs together, sighed deeply, and seemed altogether
unlike herself.

Seeing this he averted his gaze, and commenced talking on indifferent
subjects. When the servants had left the room, he suggested another
stroll on the grounds, as it was such a lovely afternoon. She consented
with delight, and they set forth.

After rambling some distance from the house, she said, "Frank, my
darling, there is such a lovely summer house in this thicket where I
often come and read, shall we go in and rest?"

Frank was delighted at the idea. It was a charming little retreat,
completely hidden by trees