She sat, reading a novel on the sofa. Her long black hair fell down past her shoulders onto her full figured body. Breasts that stood out proudly, and a curvacious body that followed were the objects of his desire.
He, was Raymon. She, was Myrna. Brother and sister, it was hard for Raymon to truly act out on any passion he felt for his younger sister. She was 18, a woman, yes, but what could he really do? Ravaging her young, sleek body was number one on the list...but really!
Raymon stood not too much taller than his sister. At 19, he was a handsome young man with deep brown eyes and short thick brown hair. A tan complexion and nicely built, he felt he was rather attractive. Being young, his sexual appetite was massive! Along with other parts of his being.
Myrna stood up from her seat on the sofa, and sauntered, unknowingly, towards Raymon.
"Ray," she said, "..I think I might run over to the grocery store or something like that, okay?"
"Sure sis." He replied.
She left after a few moments, and Raymon headed up the stairs. He walked towards the shut door that belonged to his sisters room. Ray opened it gingerly, and peered into the bedroom. Everything was neat, yet lived in. He sat on her bed, taking in the smell of her body. Flowerly, pleasant. God, she even smelled gorgeous!
An hour passed.
Myrna put her key into the door and opened it while calling out her brothers name.
"RAYMON! I'M HOME!!!"
While announcing her presence, she placed the grocery bags onto the kitchen counter and put away the things that needed to be in the fridge. Slipping off her flip flop shoes, she bent down gently, and scratched her long tan leg. Myrna walked towards the mirror in the hall closest to the stairs and inspected herself. Her long brown hair was becoming a nuisance, and she brought her hands up and with a small rubberband wrapped it up atop her head. She began to jog up the steps, and saw that her bedroom door had swung open. As Myrna entered her room, her sweet brother was asleep on the bed.
"Awwww..." she cooed. "Raymonnnnnnn..." she was whispering in a sing song voice.
"Unnh..huh? what? ohhhh..." he paused, "Myrna."
"What are you doing asleep in my bed Ray?" she tossed him a cute smile. Her eyes penetrated his heart.
"I just came in looking for a book of mine..and sat down, and well, I fell asleep! I didn't know I was so damn tired." He was a slick liar.
"Oh, cool, okay." She replied, not concerned.
"I'll be downstairs, putting the rest of the groceries away."
"All right Myrna."
She descended down the stairs, and as she did, Raymon threw himself back onto her bed. He rolled so his face was buried in her pillow. Her beautiful face was engraved into his mind. The fire in her eyes, how could no one else see it? The way her hair fell from her head to her face and shoulders...did no one else notice? Every movement she made, was as if an angel was guiding her along with strings. She was the most beautiful thing on God's green earth, and he knew it so deep down it almost caused him pain. Nearly 20 years of living with this creature had convinced him that she was all he wanted. He stood up and walked down the steps and headed into the kitchen.
She was kneeling down, putting a bag of dry pasta into the cabinets.
"Myrna.." Raymon called out at her.
