David lowered over her. "You don't know how beautiful your are."

He leant to her face, kissed her. Her lips were mauve and striated. "I...."

He bit her off, his tongue in her mouth.

"Guess what?" he breathed into her wide nose, where her nostril hairs flared. "What?" Deborah panted, her little fists against his chest, her tongue going to whatever of him she could find.

He rose up over her and wrinkled his eyebrows very much like Rhett Butler. Deborah held his shoulders, locked to his eyes. His penis was immense inside her.

"What?" she begged again.

"I...."

He ran his hand down over her smart little butt. Cupping it underneath. "I...." He kissed her.

"I...." He lost his breath as she bucked up to him. His middle finger found her anus. "Oh," Deborah simpered.

David rested his head on her porcelain shoulder. He remembered when their Dad had taken them to Queen Marie's residence and Deborah had marveled at the porcelain hands of famous men and women that Marie had cast. Now he rested his teen cheek, his rough shaven teenage boy cheek, on the perfect kindness of Deborah's child wing. He kissed and nibbled it.

"My sister!" he cried thrusting into her moist treasure.

"David!"

He could hold the entirety of her buttocks in one hand. With his free hand he explored the concavities of her inner thighs, drew treasure maps around her furrows and baby hairs. "Ich lieb dich," he sang.

In the corner, on a squat table, an old Radiola, RCA Victor, from which came the tinny voice of John McCormack. "Katheleen Mavourneen, the grey dawn is breaking.....the horn of the hunter is heard on the hill"

"Are you gonna cum?" Deborah asked at last, wondering at her brother's unnatural passion.

"No. I am not going to cum," he said.

"No?"

"No, I am going to make love to you." He kissed her eyelids and put her against the bed.

Her heart sped, her hips shivered. "David!" He bit off her words with his tongue and teeth.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE!" she pleaded.

He rose over her, his prong holy, never longer or harder in all his life, and began to put it in, again.

When the first half inch entered Deborah she scrunched her shoulders and cried. The next half inch left her wide eyed. As inch by half inch entered her vagina, she lost touch with the world, entered heaven. David gained truth with the tangible world with each inch. So is the difference between men and women.

When he was fully in her, Deborah's chest was raised to a back breaking proposition, and David inhaled her small breasts like vacuums. He made her nipples pain to shrieking. Both hands were wormed in her buttocks, fingers embedded opening her sanctity. "Fuck," she panted.

"You don't need to be Debbie, you don't need to be Susannah," he said, licking her nose.

"Fuck."

"Hold still, my darling."

Her eyes flew wide.

She ground her barely haired cleft to his, he whispered to her, nibbled her ears, his hands were around her hips, fingertips to the indents of her waist, and he cried like a dog in passion. He bled into her.

She shook convulsions, her eyes twinkling blue and brown, her lips alternating full and thin. He ran his fingers over her teeth, her perfect teeth, kissed her eyeballs, she didn't even wink. "Fuck," she stiffened.

"I .... love ....".....(cont)