The sun was setting scarlet on the Caribbean, coloring the green Everglades redly in the fading light. Ferdinand D'Enfer lounged in his deck chair on his sailboat, savoring the warm breezes. Khaki shorts and deck shoes were all his tough, browned, lean body wore as it reclined, ankles crossed in the early evening. He sipped his cognac meditatively, savoring the colors and shifting breeze in the warm, wet caress of the summer's evening. "It does not get better than this," he murmured under his breath.
"Are you coming down, or am I coming up?" a young voice called from below.
"Come up here, I want you," he replied.
Justine D'Enfer scampered up from below, her hair streaming a chestnut pennant in the breeze as she came on deck. Her body was still long and lean, gently sun kissed; it wore only a long, gold chain wrapped twice around her waist, pearl earrings and silver ornaments dangling light green stones from her nipples. She embraced the breeze for a moment, then scrambled over to sit cross-legged on the deck by her uncle's feet, her eyes adoring him. Resting her head softly on his calf, she waited for him to begin the conversation.
After several moments he said, "Justine, I've been thinking, and it's time. You have changed, for the better, over the past eighteen months, and I think you've earned your reward."
"Thank you, Uncle Ferdinand," she cooed softly.
"No, thank you, Justine. You've proven yourself as an adult: you've become trustworthy, you've become unselfish, and you've become incredibly generous. So I have something for you, something you've wanted since that day we parted in Belgium over two years ago." He reached to pass a small gift bag to his niece.
She eagerly pulled out the wrapping paper to discover a thin, leather choker studded with diamonds. "Oh, thank you, Uncle Ferdinand, thank you, thank you. May I kiss you?"
"Yes, my dear, you may." She got up and pounced on her uncle's waist, locking his torso with her strong legs, grinding her body into his, and kissing him on the lips, gently at first, then opening her lips to dance with his tongue for a short eternity. Coming up for air, she turned her back away from him and lifted her long mane to give him access to her neck. Taking the leather choker, he fastened it around her neck. "I accept you as my own: you are mine, now and always. Mine alone, to do what I will, to make me happy, and to be happy with what I give you."
Tears crept from Justine's eyes. "The pleasure, the honor, the happiness is mine, and I will be yours alone, always. Your happiness is my happiness; your desire, my duty."
Ferdinand reached up and captured a tear on his finger, bringing to his lips to savor its saltiness. "Lay here beside me, and let's talk a little more."
"Yes, Master." She lay down beside him to embrace him for several moments; he kissed her forehead once, twice, then settled back. They watched the crimson fade over the Gulf of Mexico and listened to the rustling of the palm trees on the shore. He stroked her hair absent-mindedly and after a while said: "What about Justin?"
A frown winkled her eyebrows and touched her lips before fading. "What do you mean, what about Justin?"
Ferdinand kissed her forehead. "I know that before you went to Europe you were having a torrid affair with your brother, as well as your Aunt Prudence; while you were in Europe you were having a torrid affair with your cousin Chelsea and were abused by my evil oldest brother Frederick. You came home to pick up where you left off with Justin and the rest, but two months afterward you were on Samos beach combing, where you started bugging me long distance to take you back until I gave in four months later, when you joined me here in Florida. Sometimes you say his name in your sleep, occasionally you call me Justin without realizing it. Now that you are mine, and I need to know what happened to you when you got back from Europe."
Justine stared off at a high cloud that was screening a few early breaking stars. "I always loved my brother like my other self, my better self. He was always so nice, always ready to please, not like me. We would play for hours together in the bath when we were little, and bathed together until we were teenagers and our bodies started changing. Dad started hitting on me to service him, Mom started schooling me in her witchcraft, and Justin was the only one who was pure, or relatively pure. I did what I had to, survived without compromising any more than I had to until my folks were exiled and when they were gone, I felt liberated, free to do whatever I wanted. Auntie Pru was a lovely lady to play with, to manipulate, to take out all the anger I had for Mom and Dad, but Justin was eager to explore his sexuality and I wanted so desperately to be the one he loved. Like a fish I teased him and reeled him in, and I gave myself to him to hook him so thoroughly he wouldn't look at another woman. Yeah, I should have known it wouldn't work; I couldn't believe that Auntie Pru would fall for him so hard, or that Great Aunt Adele, who I've only met twice, would take advantage of him. But they weren't young and lovely like me: they could keep him going until I got back, and I'd have him to myself again. I knew that I was more important to my dear brother.
"Then my lovely Chelsea discovered him, my other soulmate, and I was so hurt. The tit torture contest with Auntie Pru was just a way of getting Justin's attention, to win him back, but when he fucked Chelsea right in front of me, right in front of my face while I was tied up and being pumped by those stupid machines, just because he had a hard on it devastated me. At the end, when it felt like my tits were being pulled off my body, I just had to give up and let Auntie Pru win. Then he fucked me up the ass with no concern about what I wanted, and I decided I had to move on. Justin's changed too much: he's gone over to the dark side, and he's losing the kindness I loved and admired about him. The next night I spent with Chelsea, giving her a long and loving farewell. A couple of days later I managed to keep him at home and burned all my desire for him out of my flesh: I sucked and fucked him all day even though my tits were aching until my mouth, cunt and ass were so sore I never wanted to see him again. The next day I was on a plane to Greece and the rest you know."
The First Quarter moon shone down on the lapping waves that washed against the boat, building toward high tide. The palm trees rustled in the distance, and the alligators began croaking. Ferdinand gave her a full body squeeze. "It will take time; I understand. We all have our scars inside. The pain will pass." He kissed her softly on the forehead and after a moment, she kissed him back on his cheek. He gave her a long, open mouthed kiss, and moved his kisses down the nape of her neck, over her shoulder, down her breast to nip at her nipple, then he rose to take off his shorts. As his eight inch cock came into the twilight, she gently stroked it to fullness, taking the head in her mouth to bathe it with her tongue as their breathing increased. Then he pushed her down and her legs parted in invitation; he inserted the tip of his member and in a series of gentle pushes, gradually drove his erection home in her vagina. They lay together tightly as he thrusted and she ground her hips, every part of their bodies from thighs to neck in full contact. The full moon peeked over the darkening trees, its light caught in her wide open eyes reflectingthe passion within, as their bodies approached their shuddering climax.
*************************** "You're sure this doesn't hurt?" He said.
"No." Her voice was as meek as a child.
"You like this?"
