In the sweltering heat of a summer’s evening, Reverend Thomas found himself in the company of his sister Sarah. Clad in a push-up bra and a partially unbuttoned blouse, she was a sight to behold. Her ample bosom heaved with every breath, the delicate lace of her bra peeking through the gaps in her shirt. Thomas could not help but stare, his eyes drawn to her chest like a moth to a flame.
Sarah, not one to miss her brother’s admiring gaze, smiled coyly and leaned back in her chair. She crossed her legs, revealing a tantalizing expanse of thigh. Thomas gulped, his throat suddenly dry.
“Brother Thomas,” Sarah began, her voice low and sultry. “I’ve been feeling rather… confined in this heat. Would you mind terribly if I removed my bra? It’s quite uncomfortable, you see.”
Thomas hesitated for a moment, but the devil on his shoulder won out. “Of course, Sarah. I wouldn’t want you to be uncomfortable.”
With a sly grin, Sarah undid the clasp of her bra and let it fall away. Her breasts spilled out, freed from their confines. Thomas couldn’t help but stare, his eyes wide with desire.
Sarah stood up, her breasts bouncing gently with each step. She sauntered over to Thomas, her hips swaying seductively. She leaned down, her breath hot on Thomas’s ear.
“I’ve been feeling rather… lonely, brother,” she whispered. “Would you mind… keeping me company?”
Thomas didn’t need any further encouragement. He pulled Sarah onto his lap, his hands roaming her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples. Sarah moaned, her head falling back.
Thomas leaned in, his lips finding Sarah’s. They kissed deeply, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths. Thomas’s hands wandered down Sarah’s body, tracing the curve of her waist before settling on her hips.
He stood up, lifting Sarah with him. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. Thomas carried her to the bed, laying her down gently.
He kissed his way down Sarah’s body, his lips finding her nipples. He sucked and nibbled, eliciting moans of pleasure from Sarah. He trailed his lips down her stomach, his fingers finding the waistband of her skirt.
With a deft flick of his wrist, he undid the button and pulled the skirt down Sarah’s legs. She was now wearing only her panties, her breasts bare for Thomas to see.
Thomas hooked his fingers into the waistband of Sarah’s panties and pulled them down, revealing her damp folds. He leaned in, his tongue darting out to taste her.
Sarah gasped, her hips bucking up to meet Thomas’s mouth. He licked and sucked, his fingers finding her entrance. He pushed inside, curling his fingers to brush against her G-spot.
Sarah cried out, her orgasm crashing over her. Thomas didn’t let up, continuing to lick and suck until Sarah begged him to stop.
Thomas stood up, his cock straining against his pants. Sarah sat up, her eyes locked on his crotch. She reached out, her fingers undoing his belt.
She pulled his pants down, his cock springing free. Sarah leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head of his cock. She sucked, her tongue swirling around the tip.
Thomas groaned, his hands finding Sarah’s hair. He guided her head, thrusting his hips gently. Sarah took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate his size.
Thomas pulled out, his cock glistening with saliva. He pushed Sarah back onto the bed, climbing on top of her.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his tip brushing against her folds. Sarah looked up at him, her eyes filled with desire.
“Please, Thomas,” she whispered. “I need you inside me.”
Thomas thrust, burying himself deep inside Sarah. She cried out, her nails digging into Thomas’s shoulders.
He began to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm. Sarah met his thrusts, her hips bucking up to meet his.
Thomas reached down, his fingers finding Sarah’s clit. He rubbed gentle circles, eliciting moans of pleasure from Sarah.
Sarah’s orgasm built again, her muscles clenching around Thomas’s cock. He groaned, his own orgasm crashing over him.
He pulled out, his cum spilling onto Sarah’s stomach. She smiled up at him, her fingers tracing patterns in the sticky mess.
Thomas collapsed next to her, his chest heaving with exertion. Sarah snuggled up to him, her head resting on his chest.
They lay there, their bodies entwined, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking.
For Thomas and Sarah, the evening was just beginning.
