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 Gretchen had joined the Jungmadlbund at ten, been a main girl guide of the
League of German Girls since fourteen and now, a week since her eighteenth
birthday, finally accepted into the Faith and Beauty organisation, where
she intended to study art and clothes design.  Friday evening that she was
patiently sitting on the wooden stool in the kitchen, lazily playing with
her long blonde plaited pigtails, listening to her brother, who was home on
leave, tell tales of his adventures in France.  Their Mother was at the
stove baking and the kitchen was warm with the aroma of pastries.

   "Are the French girls pretty?" asked Gretchen.  "Yes very.  But not as
nice as German girls." Geert replied, sat at the table thumbing through a
copy of Der Angriff, enjoying the attention he was receiving from his
younger sister.

   "How so?" Gretchen was curious, she found French girls rather exotic.

   "Well, for one thing, their skin is not as pure."He said, his eye
drifting toward the naked skin of her thighs, which her short grey skirt
barely covered.

   "Really?" She seemed incredulous.



   Suddenly rising from his chair and just as suddenly sinking to his knees
in front of her, his hands wrapped around each of her legs, gripping her
white ankle socks he began to kiss the warm flesh of her thin legs.

   Gretchen laughed, "That tickles!".

   "I have missed you so much little sister." he said forlornly.

   "Such smooth skin." He said, dreamlike and carried on gently kissing the
warm, soft flesh of her teen thigh, his face nuzzling in, her legs slightly
parting as he enjoyed her inner thigh.  He could smell the scent of her
panties and looking up could see a flash of white.

   He turned his head and look towards his mother at the stove, who looked
down on them both with a satisfied grin.  The aroma from his sisters
panties now becoming pungent to him, an erotic aroma that poisoned his
senses.

   "Mother.  I have a strange urge." he said

   "My son, you have been long atwar.  A pure German girl like your sister
is bound to arouse your Aryan urges and Gretchen knows it's her duty to
serve the warriors of the Reich.Satisfy your urges and quench them my son."
His mother replied

   Now with his mothers permission, he lifted Gretchen from the stool and
sat her on the kitchen table,he parted her legs at the knees and sat down
on the chair, his sister in front of him, legs spread, like a delicious
meal.Pulling her forward he plunged his face under her skirt and buried his
face into the rapidly moistening panties, the smell of her young vagina
sending him wild.  He peeled them off her and enjoyed a hearty meal of her
blonde wet pussy, sliding his tongue in the groove of her lips, tasting her
sweet hole.He couldn't control his lust for her no longer and the chair
fell backwards as he unloosened his trousers and released his aching
cock,stiff,throbbing and angry.Both mother and and daughter taken aback at
how stiff and erect it was,a cock starved of pussy and balls full of
frustrated tension.

   He ripped open her white blouse,the buttons flying in all
directions.Violently tearing her bra,exposing her soft fleshy breasts,
pushing her back against the table he attacked her erect nipples with his
mouth, she held the material of her panties open as his cock easily slid
into her gaping,moist vagina.His mother watched on as he pumped Gretchen
mercilessly with his weapon of flesh, admiring his athletic, muscular
thighs as they strained, bent and arched,forcing his cock up into her
blonde cunt.Gretchen was now in a wanton orgasm,soaking the wooden table
with her juicy cum,she screamed with pleasure.His groans, as he cum, sent
shivers down his mothers spine, the relief and ecstasy at emptying his
balls was plain.He lay prostrate in between his sisters legs, his face
buried into her tiny breasts.  Gretchen stroked his head,soothing him.  "We
will take care of you my son.We have a whole week and I promise you, you
will enjoy it."