"Melanie, have you ever done this before?" he asked softly.

She hesitated and then shook her head, biting her lip.

"Are you scared?" he said.

She smiled tremulously. "Yes, a little," she said, "But I want it more than I'm afraid of it. And, Jarvis, I know they all say it's wrong, but I'm so glad it's you who's going to introduce me to it! Really I am!"

Jarvis grinned down at her, his last lingering doubts evaporating into mist. Hell, a man would have to be a fool to turn down an invitation from a gorgeous virginal nymphet like that, even if she WAS his sister!

He bent down and brushed his lips across hers, his hot breath burning into her face. Then, he crushed his mouth hungrily against Melanie's pouting ruby-red lips, kissing her hard. Melanie gave a muffled moan of pleasure as their teeth grazed together and his long wriggling tongue swarmed into her mouth, swabbing up her sweet saliva.

He rolled on top of her, his powerful, warm body bearing down on hers deliciously, and Melanie shuddered as she felt his strength rippling through his muscles. She could feel the hard, hot outline of his prick mashing against her belly, and her loins quivered and burned in excitement.

She ran her hands over his hard, sweaty back and down to his tight, small ass, encased in the material of his riding breeches. Her head was swimming with desire.

Jarvis pressed his mouth against his sister's slender throat, feeling the pulse there and inhaling her sweet perfume. He groaned in desire and began to rain hot kisses on her delicate flesh, worming his way down her body. He kneaded and manipulated her breasts gently in his big strong hands, flicking his thumb nails across the turreting nibs. He brushed his lips across the marshmallow-like resilience of her breast, thrusting out his tongue and darting it across her pebbly aureola. With a growl of satisfaction, he affixed his lips about the nipple and sucked greedily at it, catching the erect finger of flesh between his teeth and nibbling it gently.