|About the Book|
James, Randy, and Jenna are the adopted children of an eccentric millionaire. Theyre all in their late teens--James the nerdy bookworm, Randy the loudmouth jock, and Jenna the smart athlete. And theyre all starting to discover their sexuality.AnMoreJames, Randy, and Jenna are the adopted children of an eccentric millionaire. Theyre all in their late teens--James the nerdy bookworm, Randy the loudmouth jock, and Jenna the smart athlete. And theyre all starting to discover their sexuality.An innocent conversation between James and Jenna leads to some talk about how far theyve gone with their past girlfriends and boyfriends, and Jenna admits that shes still a virgin, and is afraid of going off to college without any experience with sex.James sees where this conversation is leading, and tries to stop it, but his hormones are raging too. Is he going to let his sister make him cross the line and take part in the worlds oldest taboo?WARNING: This 5500-word erotic interlude includes intimate and explicit sexual acts between two consenting and horny non-blood-related siblings.--------------------------------------------------------Excerpt from An Innocent Conversation:She punched me lightly in the shoulder. Im kidding. Anyway. I just want to know--what did you do with Lisas tits?I guess... I kinda squeezed them, is all.So you just mashed them against her body?No--not really-- I tried to think of how I could describe it so I didnt sound like a total idiot. I kind of massaged, like, underneath, and sorta--She leaned back and placed her palms on her body, just below her breasts, and ran them up and down, pushing her tits up and out until they slipped under her hands again. Like this? she asked casually.Sort of, I said. Lisa had a bigger rack than Jenna did- it was honestly hard to compare--and also hard to concentrate on answering the question, because Jenna kept running her hands up and down her body. I kind of went around, too. Like, around the sides.She moved her hands differently, but she wasnt getting it. Like this? she asked. No wonder she didnt think much of it.No, I said. It was more like--Then she had her shirt off- she pulled it over her head and threw it aside with a single, fluid motion. I vaguely heard it fall to the floor.Show me, she said.My eyes ran along the smooth lines of her shoulders, her slim but muscular arms, the slight curve underneath, the nipples no wider than quarters, bright pink, taut and standing out proudly from her body.I realized I had stopped breathing, and tried, with effort, to start again. I dont think we should be doing this, I said.Just relax, she said. I just want to know. Maybe Im a freak, maybe youre an idiot who doesnt know how to handle women.That got my attention. I did a better job with Lisa than youre doing on yourself, I said. So whos the idiot?She arched her back a little, and her tits stood out even more. Prove it, she challenged.Fine. It might have been wrong, but I knew that Lisa hadnt given me a fair shake. This was a chance to prove that she was wrong, not me. Finally. I leaned towards her. I slid my hands down, around the sides of her breasts, and cupped them when my hands were low enough. Then I slowly drew them upwards, my palms making contact with the hard nubs of her nipples at last.Her head started to tip back, and a slight moan escaped from her lips. Thats-- she started, just a whisper.I tried again, sliding my hands down around the outside, cupping underneath, and running back up over the nipples.