"What you did was wrong," he said finally, clearing his throat. "And you're lucky Mom and Dad are on vacation, or you would be in a lot more hot water than you are now."

"You're not going to tell them?" Amy asked cautiously.

"Not if you repent," he said slowly, trying to tear his eyes away from the swollen area of her tits. "Let's get on our knees together and ask God to forgive us… uh, you."

"Why was it so wrong?" Amy asked, looking at her brother carefully. "We didn't hurt anybody."

Before he could comment, she added, "Haven't you ever done it before?"

Brad turned red. That was the hardest part about becoming a minister, he thought. There had been more than a few nights he had wrestled with the devil over the throbbing ache in his loins, then fallen into an exhausted sleep. He turned a little redder, realizing that the same ache was again centering in his middle, clutching at his balls like a hand.

"Yes… I did," he said, swallowing hard. The room seemed usually warm. "In my former days as a… sinner."

"I'll bet you made a lot of girls… happy, in those days," Amy dared, looking closely at his features.

She realized suddenly that he was more nervous than she was, and it was probably all due to that stupid girl he was supposed to marry. Her father was a preacher, and ever singe dating Libby, Brad had had a complete personality change. He used to be fun-loving and free. Now all he did was read the Bible and try to save souls. Lately, his behavior had become more than tiresome.

"I… I was a sinner," her brother said weakly, licking his lips.

"Mmmmmm, I can imagine." Amy grinned, looking at the thick mound of cock between his legs. "Did you fuck a lot of girls?" she asked, wondering where she got the courage to speak to him like that.

"Amy!" Brad said, standing. "I'm your brother! And… and even if I weren't, a lady doesn't talk like that to…"