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Gretchen and her Brother
by T.G.Kavanagh (ikaruzz001@gmail.com)

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A vignette about a young German girl who offers her 
brother relief while he's home on leave during the 
second world war. (M/f, ped, inc, oral)

***

Gretchen was a member of the League of German Girls and 
it was one Friday that she was patiently sitting as 
still as she could 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 smell 
of pastries.

"Are the French girls pretty?" asked Gretchen.

"Yes very. But not as nice as German girls." he said.

"How so?" Gretchen was curious.

"Well for one thing their skin is not as pure." he said 
and knelt to the floor, his hands wrapping around each 
of Gretchen's white ankle socks he began to kiss the 
warm flesh of her naked thigh just below her grey 
pleated skirt. Gretchen laughed, "That tickles!".

"I have missed you so much little sister," he said 
earnestly, "such smooth skin." He carried on gently 
kissing the warm, soft flesh of her teen thigh, all 
round, 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.

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

"My son, you have been long at war. 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 daughter where taken aback at how stiff 
and erect it was. A cock starved for pussy and balls 
full of frustrated tension.

He ripped open her white blouse and bra, pushing her 
back against the table, attacking her breasts with his 
mouth as his cock easily slid into her gaping vagina. 
His mother watched on as he pumped Gretchen mercilessly 
with his weapon of flesh, admiring his athletic, 
muscular thighs as they strained, bent, forcing his cock 
up into her blonde cunt.

Gretchen was experiencing a wanton orgasm, soaking the 
wooden table with her juicy cum. His groan 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." 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is 
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real 
life" can look forward to many unproductive years 
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their 
local prison system.
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