Her chest and belly were easy to do- straightforward and relatively smooth.Her chest and belly were easy to do- straightforward and relatively smooth. It was when I was between her legs and doing her pubic region that was truly hell. Dammit, I am not going to even think those thoughts! But of course, I did anyway. Why was I cursed with such a good sense of smell? "Uncle Ken?" Priss asked. "Yeah, Empress?" I replied, using her nickname. I got the feeling that, unlike 'Ember,' Priss would always be known just as 'Priss.' "Are you okay?" "Just concentrating, sweetheart. Now hush." "'Kay," she replied. Temptation is a bitch, and every flick of the comb brought maddening temptation to my vision. My hands, my fingers were mere millimeters away from her womanhood. Girlhood. Dammit! "Ember?" I said. "Want me to take over?" she asked. "Please?" I said. She took the comb from my hands and took my place, finishing what I had started and then working her way down her sister's thighs. |