This girl who was exhibiting her delights so obscenely was Jackie. Harry's wife. And Harry was my brother.

Yes, I should have felt shame and disgust. But, at seventeen, it's difficult to control one's desire in such a circumstance.

And then, Jackie was so immodest. She had just sat down on the edge of the couch, her thighs parted, her short slip hiding nothing of her pubis.

It was as if my eyes were attracted by a magnet.

“My dear Tony,” cooed the young woman, “I have the distinct impression that you are controlling yourself…”

She couldn't avoid seeing my difficulty.

My nerves taut, my wrists tight, my nails digging deeply into the palms of my hands, a cold sweat running down my hands, I was literally hypnotized by that cunt whose half-opened lips were like a mussel all ready to be eaten.

“Yes, you're controlling yourself, my angel. You like the view… perhaps you would even like to touch? In that case, you don't have to hold back.”

She signaled for me to come close.

Ashamed of acting like this with my brother's wife, I wanted the strength to run away, to escape this girl for whom I felt disgust, and at the same time… an animal desire.

A mad desire which was going to make my final hesitations melt.

“Come on,” whispered Jackie.

I advanced with the step of a robot. As soon as I had stopped, my sister-in-law asked me to kneel in front of her. All will anesthetized, I did as she asked.

Imprisoning my hand in hers, she placed it on her pussy.

“Caress me,” she said.

I had already kissed girls. I had already felt the contents of a bra. I had already rubbed a firm thigh.

But the virgins with whom I flirted had always prevented my fingers from crossing the ramparts of their panties. Perhaps they had wanted me to insist. But I was still too timid to push their skirts up.