[Continuing the story of Thorfinn's passionate, risky affair with his younger sister Aurora. This is a longer chapter which goes into more detail about their relationship and further explores Aurora's past. There are some references to my Seducing Anya series in this chapter, but as before, you don't have to have read that series to get into this one. More chapters of both series are in the works.
Be aware, this is a fairly hardcore brother/sister incest romance with some pissing scenes, so don't read if that's not your thing.
Tags: Brother/Sister Incest, Piss, Big Cock
All characters involved in sexual situations are aged over 18.]
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Aurora kept her promise to Thorfinn. During an extended dinner with their parents, she did not make a single sexual innuendo or flirtatious comment, despite drinking her fair share of wine. She didn't give him any sultry looks or suspiciously fond kisses. After her deeply suggestive behaviour at breakfast, it was refreshing to see her being so sensible.
That didn't make the meal any less awkward, however. Thorfinn had to look his father and mother in the eye, and make normal conversation with them, while sitting opposite their daughter and pretending he hadn't spent the last two days fucking her.
I've buried my cock in my sister's tight young pussy and listened to her scream my name, he thought, as he helpfully refilled his mother's wine glass.
I've seen my come dripping out of my sister while she recovered from an intense squirting orgasm, he thought, as he told his father about the civil infrastructure project he was working on.
I've officially fallen in love with her, he thought, as he tried very hard not to make eye contact with Aurora. He didn't think he could handle her mischievous smile right now.
"Magnus, isn't it wonderful to have our boy and girl home again?" Eva said as the meal drew to a close, beaming at her children across the polished mahogany of the dining table. "I don't think we've ever gone so long without a real family dinner."
"Personally, I was enjoying the peace and quiet," Magnus said. He was in his mid-fifties, tall and broad-shouldered like his son, his hair shaved down to a fine stubble. He was dressed rather formally for a family dinner - charcoal slacks and a crisp white buttoned shirt, as though he'd come straight from the office. He was a partner at a successful architecture practice, and usually commuted into the city on weekdays; even on weekends, he telecommuted. "Though I'll admit the nest was starting to feel a little empty. I'm glad you haven't entirely forgotten your old man, Thorfinn."
"I'll be here more often, going forward," Thorfinn replied. "We're hoping to have site prep finished next month. That'll take a lot of the pressure off my team. It'll be easier for me to take trips like this."
"Generous of them to finally give you some time off," Magnus opined, swirling his glass of sauvignon blanc. "You must be enjoying the rest."
"So much. I hadn't had a real break in months." Even talking about work made Thorfinn feel vaguely exhausted. "The head of department actually told me I should take a few days. He said he's suspicious of guys who work too much overtime. He thinks maybe they're hiding from something."
"Oh? And what were you hiding from?" Magnus asked amiably.
An empty apartment and the memory of Genevieve slamming the door shut behind her, Thorfinn thought. "Having to tidy my place up," he joked. "I've had so much work on I've let the housekeeping slide pretty badly. Mom, don't come visit. You'd have a fit."
"It can't be any worse than your old bedroom," Eva said archly.
"God, I remember. Looked like a tornado hit a laundromat," Aurora smirked. It was the first thing she'd said in a while. She was on her third glass of wine, and judging by the gleam in her eye, the alcohol was starting to hit her.
"Aura, yours was even worse," Eva reminded her. "At least your brother didn't yell at me every time I tried to tidy his room."
"You wanted to throw all my clothes out!"
"You never wore half of them, darling."
In fact, Aurora had just never worn clothes much at all. Eva's nickname for her back then had been the Barefoot Princess, since she never wore shoes or socks at home, and indeed seldom put on more than a tiny skirt and top. Though Eva and Magnus didn't know it, when they were out of the house Aurora had usually been the Topless Princess too. Thorfinn had seen his little sister's bare breasts bouncing around more times than he could remember. It was only now, in light of recent events, that he realised she'd been deliberately flashing him the whole time.
"I just wanted to be comfortable in my own home," Aurora said defensively.
And a body like yours deserves to be shown off, Thorfinn thought. His mind wandered back to their escapades at the cottage earlier that day. Her nude beauty sprawled out underneath him on the sofa, letting him lick and fuck her, then her skilled mouth servicing his cock, and her curling up to drowse satisfied in his arms. Her straddling and riding him outside in the garden, daring anyone to see them. Her pissing in the summer sunshine, naked and happy, without a care in the world.
He had to quickly cut off the train of thought, as his erection began to build under the table. As if he needed any more awkwardness.
"Our home, Aura," Magnus corrected his daughter. "Of course you were allowed to be comfortable. It's just that your idea of comfort always rather stretched the definition."
Aurora glanced at Thorfinn, a momentary look that spoke volumes. "Daddy, please can we not have this argument again. Not while Finn's here."
"It's not an argument, sweetheart, just an observation. Anyway, it's nice to see you so smartly dressed."
"Well, I couldn't find a nun outfit," Aurora muttered. She did indeed look lovely in her white pleated dress, which she'd chosen for its relative modesty. Though in Thorfinn's opinion, she looked a lot better naked.
"You know, I've often thought some time in a nunnery would do you good," Magnus said, with amusement. Aurora's expression became decidedly sulky.
Eva was kind enough to change the subject. "Thorfinn, your father and I have been thinking about booking a family holiday. We're looking at villas in Tuscany, maybe for a week in late autumn, when the crowds aren't too bad. It'll be the four of us, like old times."
Thorfinn had always enjoyed family holidays - his mother had a knack for finding lovely accommodation, and an Italian villa sounded like the perfect antidote to the urban grind. But now normal family life had been permanently upended. It was hard enough to police himself through this one dinner. How could he bear to spend a week with Aurora, being unable to touch her or even kiss her? Living in constant fear that his parents would find out about them?
"Sounds great," he said hesitantly, noticing Aurora's nervous look. She'd clearly come to the same conclusion as him. "Depends on my work, though. I can't plan far ahead right now."
"Of course. Let us know when you're sure." Eva began to serve up the dessert, a peach sorbet sprinkled with fresh raspberries. As she did so, she saw Aurora pouring herself a fourth glass of wine, and frowned. "Aura, darling, that's enough for you, I think. You've had more than any of us already. You'll be reeling all the way home."
