f you could peep at that, you may as well
look at this now; what do you think of your brother's cock, my dear?"
as he let out to full view a fine standing tool of nearly eight inches
long and thick in proportion, with the foreskin well turned back behind
the fiery, ruby-coloured head.

It was plain to see there was incest in the air, she was all of a
tremble, yet did not withdraw her hand when he made her touch his
rampant tool, which seemed to strangely fascinate her.

"Although we are brother and sister, why shouldn't I have you as well
as any other fellow! How con I help loving you the same as any one
else? Men and women are the only animals who think it wrong; they were
never told not to marry their mother or their sister; that little mare
there would only be too pleased if she could just have father or
brother to satisfy her warm feelings. There's no harm in it, Pat; only
parsons make out everything is so wicked, even fucking, the greatest
pleasure God ever gave us. Never mind them. Come on my girl, I must
have it, I'm just wild for a put in!" at the same time gradually
pushing her towards a long, broad, padded stool which stood in one
corner, and was his usual seat when polishing the bits or harness, &c.

"What a shame? Do spare me, George, you know I can't help myself, you
are so strong," as she sank on the stool and he pushed her backwards
full length on it, his hands rapidly raising her skirts till I could
see the thighs I knew so well, exposed nearly up to her nest, which was
still hidden by the rucked-up drawers. Somehow she still kept her hand
clasped on his member, and as he ruthlessly stretched her legs apart,
getting between them, pushing aside the chemise which hid the object of
his lust, she ingenuously managed to direct his dart to the spot,
murmuring: "Pray don't be rough, don't hurt me, George love, and you
shall have your will of me."

He was certainly pushing for all he was worth, but clever girl as she
was didn't want him to think he was not the first to take advantage of
her virginity so her hand still retaining its grasp of his instrument,
she squirmed and sighed: "Oh, oh, oh, its breaking! Stop you'll kill
me, George!" then artfully letting him go, "Ar-r-r-re! Oh, you've
forced it!" as he drove in till his hair rubbed against hers. She
heaved her buttocks in ecstasy to meet his thrilling pushes, and in the
midst of their excitement I slipped through the door and was close
behind them, delig