When doctor Harden returned carrying the large silver tray with the breakfast, his wife was already dressed. She was wearing a skimpy red summer dress that exposed most of her legs and a lot of cleavage. She was slowly and carefully putting on her lipstick in front of the mirror.
She looked absolutely stunning, but her husband immediately sensed that something was wrong. Her body language was too slow. Her face appeared relaxed, but there was no emotion in her eyes.
Doctor Harden slowly walked to the balcony where he put the tray on the table. He immediately went back inside and put his hands on Mary's shoulders.
"You look absolutely beautiful my love," he said kissing the back of her neck.
"Thank you dear," she replied with all the warmth and feeling of a robot.
"The breakfast is ready."
"I'm going for a walk in the garden," she answered.
"But what about the breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry."
"Coffee will get cold. Perhaps you should have at least a bite."
"No, you go ahead and eat without me."
Mary put away the lipstick and turned left and right to check herself in the mirror.
"We agreed to eat on the balcony," her husband had to struggle to control his voice. He was losing patience with this woman.
"I changed my mind," she said as if doing so was the most trivial thing in the world.
"Mary?"
"Yes honey?"
"What is going on?" This time doctor Harden's voice was soft and concerned.
"Nothing. I'm simply not hungry."
She left the room without paying him any attention.
Doctor Harden sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. What was going on? She seemed fine this morning. Did something make her upset? Or was she simply having one of these mood swings that women have all the time? Should he leave her alone or keep pressing? He couldn't answer any of these questions.
***
Billy entered the kitchen. Nancy was sitting at the table busy eating a toast with jam. She was wearing a very short jeans skirt that ended only two or three inches below her butt and a tight white shirt that showed a lot of cleavage.
Billy felt his member stirring inside his pants. He quickly went to the refrigerator and opened it. His back was to his sister, which prevented her from spotting what was happening between his legs and allowed him to cool down.
"Hi," Nancy said.
"Good morning sis," Billy said turning his head, but not the rest of his body.
Nancy didn't say anything, nor was she looking at her brother. It was obvious that she was thinking about something. Billy turned his head and attention towards the refrigerator and spent the next minute trying to decide what to have for breakfast. Finally, he decided to go with cereals.
At first he wanted to sit across from Nancy, but he changed his mind. Sitting across from his beautiful and skimpily dressed sister was something that he wanted to avoid. If he were to sit in front of her, he would have to look at her from time to time, which also meant looking at her beautifully shaped body. Billy didn't want for it to happen, but simply thinking about Nancy caused in his horny brain a vision of his naked sister sitting on his legs, impaling herself on his big dick and riding him like a wild horse. Her naked flesh was moist from sweat. Her huge breasts were happily dancing up and down.
Billy closed his eyes and licked his lips. He felt a growing hardness between his legs. It scared him. It scared him that he had these sorts of thoughts about his sister. He immediately opened his eyes, shook his head and sat down as far away from Nancy as he could. He timidly looked at her. Luckily, she was lost in her own thoughts and appeared not to notice anything.
He poured cereals and milk into the bowl. It was then that he remembered that in order to eat cereals it is useful to have a spoon. Checking first if his penis was soft and resting, Billy got up, went to the kitchen counter and opened one of the drawers. It contained nothing but knives in all shapes, sizes and designs. He closed the drawer and opened the next one. This one contained a similar collection, but made up of forks. Billy closed the drawer and opened the next one, expecting to find spoons. Instead, it was filled with neatly arranged spatulas.
"Where do they keep their spoons," Billy said to himself with exasperation.
"There," Nancy said pointing with a finger.
"Where?"
"On your left."
Billy looked to his left and saw four drawers.
"Where exactly?"
"The one in..." Nancy let out a sight. "Let me get it."
She got up and walked one of the drawers. She opened it, took a spoon and handed it to her brother. He took it and looked at her. She was standing no more than a foot away from him. He could smell her perfume. Her breasts, nicely exposed thanks to the deep cleavage were rising and falling. She had a little bit of jam on the corner of her mouth. God, she was so sexy right now. Billy's shaft started to rise so fast that it hurt when it stretched against the confining fabric of his shorts.
The youth half walked, half ran back to his seat. He sat down and started eating his cereals. He desperately struggled to fix his eyes on the cotenants of his bowl and not the cotenants of his sister's cleavage. Nancy, on her part, was looking at his face and wondering what was happening to her brother. Because her attention was focused on his upper mody, she didn't notice what was happening in Billy's shorts. Her brother's weird behavior did surprise her, but few seconds later she shrugged her shoulders and soon her mind drifted towards other matters. Meantime, Billy was begging his penis to stop acting like this. These thoughts of his were sick. Nancy was his sister, for Christ's sake. But he could not help himself.
He woke up this morning naked and sprawled on his bed. The covers and pillows were lying on the floor. At first, he had assumed that the events of past night were a perverted (but very pleasant) dream. But questions soon arose. For one, he always slept wearing underwear. Why did he wake up completely naked? And why was the bed in such chaotic shape?
Convinced that something wasn't right, he got dressed and went into the hallway to investigate. First he came upon the table where he had bent Nancy over and fucked her silly. He remembered taking the vase off and putting it down on the floor. And indeed, it was standing on the floor. He quickly put it back at its place and went to Nancy's room. In front of the door there was a pair of his boxers. It was then that he decided to look inside Nancy's room. He knew that he shouldn't, but at this point he was really scared. So he quietly opened the door and peeked inside. His heart became like a wild animal fleeing hunters. He expected to see two Nancies, but, much to his relief, there was only one. His sister was sleeping naked on the bed. She was totally uncovered and the bed sheets were a mess. Nancy was lying on her tummy, but that still allowed her brother to have a nice view of her naked body, including that shapely, perfect ass. When Billy finally did close the door, he was hard like a rock.
