The Sister Lover: Taboo Erotica
Barbara Birch
Belletristik / Gegenwartsliteratur (ab 1945)
Beschreibung
Warning: This is a VERY taboo, vintage, hard-boiled full length (100+ Pages), post-censorship erotic novel. This is bad stuff. Both bad meaning bad and bad meaning *good*. The story is so crazy, we can't even give a proper description.
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"Hey, Angie," the voice came through the crowd in the lounge, "over here."
She looked at the speaker in confusion for a moment, then realized it was her brother.
"Mitch!" she screamed, pushing past the other passengers and running to him. "I didn't recognize you!"
"After four years, I don't wonder," he replied, gathering her in his arms. "I sure as hell didn't recognize you. I'd never have found you except for those grey eyes. I'd never miss them."
He kissed her hard on the lips, then held her out for himself and looked her over well. Angie smiled at him and gave him a full view of projecting tits, dramatic ass, flashing legs, and seductive thighs.
She looked at her brother, his light-brown hair sparkling, his hundred eighty pounds on a six-foot-two frame, his face spread in a huge smile of approval, and leaped back into his arms. Mitch lifted her off the floor and spun about with her, holding her tightly as he turned, pressing her charms against his lean, hardened body. He put her back on the floor and took her face in his hands.
"Little sister, you have turned out to be some beautiful woman..."
Angie saw the same sparkle in his eyes that had gotten them into so much trouble as children, the same devilish glow that had led her mother to send Mitch to live with his father. She puckered her lips at him and blew hinja kiss.
"With a brother like you, I'd have to be pretty," she told him. "You sure did grow up to be a hell of a man."
