Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) by Jess C Scott

the lit room.
    Christina was in a thin, short-sleeved top. A nightwear kind of shirt, with some artistic print on the front, which ended about midway down her thighs. Her nipples were hard, and popping out through the thin white fabric—Andy couldn’t help but notice. He couldn’t help but stare, for a couple of moments. He then concentrated on his breathing.
    Concentrating on anything, but the image of his cock coming to life in her mouth, inching it slowly down her warm, wet, inviting throat…
    She rested a cheekbone on her hands, as her elbows rested on the tabletop. She turned to look at Andy, with a fixed stare, like she was scanning his inner thoughts and soul with her very eyes.
    “ Hi…” she said to him, ever so softly, in a slightly husky tone of voice. With a slight tilt of her head, she exposed to him a little more of her bare neck.
    Andy took a step forward. He said he’d take her out to wherever she wanted to go, while she was a guest at his place. Was this how she acted nowadays, out in public?
    Was she intoxicated? He couldn’t really tell. Her face seemed a little bit reddish, but she didn’t have the unfocused, slightly in-another-world look that characterized the eyes of a staggering drunk.
    Andy put his laptop bag on the table, and calmed himself down. He clasped his hands together on the bag’s handle, mouth curving upwards in a slight smile to Christina.
    He felt more cleansed that he had been throughout the entire day—enlightened, almost. By facing his temptation straight on, and just accepting it as it was, he felt less of an urge to resist or fight anything. Path of least resistance was one of the laws of physics, after all.
    He silently praised himself. So he was above the masses, after all. This moment was proof. He was not taking advantage of his sister.
    She swung both her legs out—Andy looked down at his feet for a moment, thinking she was going to stand up or walk away from the table. Game over.
    But she put one leg up on the seat instead, resting one elbow on that leg’s knee, and fixed him down with another stare. A slightly indolent stare, almost.
    He noticed she was well-groomed, before noticing she hadn’t been wearing any underwear underneath. He re-focused, snapping his back upright and drawing his shoulders back, rolling his shoulders back once, to ease the tension.
    He kept his gaze on Christina’s face. The hypnotic M.I.A. track had been set on repeat. Had the song gotten Christina into a trance? A trance that was working its way into Andy’s mind as well?
    Christina leaned back, resting the back of her head on the top of the chair’s backrest. She was teasing him continuously—with the way she talked, the way she moved, the way she used her eyes—luring him in—and he didn’t even know if he’d end up succumbing to her personal charm, and if it’d be this to lure him into a downward spiral of spiritual and physical destruction. Many men throughout history had already met such a fate as a result of a charming female.
    One of Christina’s hands lazily slapped up against her stomach. She had a flat tummy and a toned, straight line down the center of her abdomen.
    Then she lifted her shirt up, a little, at first. He saw her unpierced naval. Then she lifted it all the way up, flashing Andy her bare breasts. They were full breasts, with a slight natural hang, and they were on full display. They were begging to be touched, played with, worshipped, kissed, caressed. Any dude would worship those huge, soft, hanging, bouncy natural breasts. They’d hang and shake while on the floor hardcore doggie style—
    “ Power, power,” went the lyrics from the song in the background. It was the slow-building prelude to the hard-pumping section of the track.
    Andy brought a hand down onto the tabletop, for some balance. He hadn’t teetered over, but felt the strength in his knees dissipating.
    Christina played with her hair, twirling one of the strands and letting it rest on