“Well don't be too cocky or I'll give you another,” Cesare warned, a little put out.
Lucrezia trembled against him, her soft flesh moving against his. She put an arm over his shoulders.
“Don't spank me any more, Cesare,” she begged. “It's made me feel all funny.”
Cesare looked down at her. Her flesh against his was an undreamed of torment all of a sudden. His penis felt tight, ready to snap. He knew what went on, but had never seriously considered it. But here was his sister's body all naked and exciting curiosity and a pent-up emotion.
She wriggled under him again, her face close to his and suddenly the other arm had gone around his neck.
“Oh, Cesare!” she said once more. And then she pressed her lips against his.
“Great God,” the Cardinal was muttering. “Great God! Eleven years old and with all the wiles of woman born in her! Cesare my son, consider yourself seduced and your father as a serious rival.” He was hot as a furnace around his loins and his head was tight with lustful concentration.
Cesare kissed her back. He was flushed in a way he hardly understood. Just the touch of her flesh, her lips, her breasts, the round, nude hips against which his prick was pressed, made him feel almost nauseous with desire.
She took her mouth away from his and looked at him with her deep eyes, half-lidded and deeper looking than he'd ever seen them before. She ran her tongue around her lips and wriggled her body against him.
He bent his head and kissed her lips again and ran his mouth violently over her face. He was afraid at the heat inside him and where it would end.
Get in, Cesare, for the Lord's sake, his father was urging through his will. The little minx wants it so much she'll bite off your prick out of spite if you don't manage it.
He watched her wriggling her hips under her brother's and he wished with a great prayer-like wish that he were lying on her now, poising his hot penis beside that soft little crack ready to pump out his life in love of her.
“Oh, Cesare!” he heard her say more softly. Her arms were hugging him, her hands moving gently over his lean shoulders. Her eyes were closed. The Cardinal could see the slightly crushed globes of her breasts prodding up into Cesare's chest, heaving against him like a sea washing the hull of a ship. Her hips were washing like waves against his loins, too.
“Cesare, dear-do you know how to?” she asked breathlessly after a while in which they pressed against each other and kissed, and he felt afraid.
“Have you read about it in books?” she whispered.
“Yes-yes,” he said brokenly.
“Let's do it, Cesare, darling. I feel all tight and it must be the time to do it.”
My God, my God, the Cardinal thought. Listen to my daughter. She might be her mother for the way she's talking and acting. Her tutors would be shocked out of their wits.
Lucrezia pushed her hands down Cesare's back, tentatively, letting the palms run over the long, lean curve until she felt the sudden hard jut of his buttocks. She caressed his buttocks and pushed them at her gently with an inspired instinct. She could feel the heavy heat of his penis on her loins and she wanted him, so desperately, to do what it was they did. Deep in her belly, deep in her being she needed it.
Gently she pressed her face against his and bit him on the neck. He uttered a little gasp and his hands tightened on her shoulders, squeezing them until they hurt. His loins pressed against hers with a new pressure. She felt them slither around against her skin.
Perhaps I should really go out and show them exactly what to do, Cardinal Roderigo was thinking. If he doesn't shove it in and blast her for all he's worth she's likely to turn into a man-hater. He caught his bulging penis through his robes and held it, comforted slightly by the alien pressure.
He watched her hands. What hands, he thought. They moved fluidly, as if in the movements of oft-practiced caresses, over Cesare's back and buttocks. She obviously loved the feel of his skin. He watched her squirming and arching her body upwards. The sexy little bitch'll have an orgasm any minute now, he thought, and then she'll probably be coy and refuse to let him.
But, while his eyes began to bulge at the sight, he saw Cesare slide down on her and, feverishly but inaccurately, push his penis between her legs. At first he was too low. It was as if he intended only to get his knob in, if that. But then Lucrezia, eyes still closed, mouth open, snuggled down against him and brought his knob up against her crotch with a rush.
Cesare prodded uncertainly. Lucrezia in a sudden gust of passion opened her legs wide.
More vague proddings with Cesare breathing so heavily that the Cardinal wondered if his own breathing would reach them.
“That's it! Oh Cesare, Cesare!” The words exploded from her lips and she arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and back with the shock.
Cardinal Roderigo watched Cesare, trembling from head to toes, clamp his little buttocks awkwardly between her thighs as he uncertainly made a bridgehead in her vagina. Lucrezia, too, was trembling and whimpering and holding his shoulders with such force, that the Cardinal could see the flesh white against the boy's tan, where her fingers were digging.
There, there, at last you little witch. The Cardinal's eyes gleamed with vicarious satisfaction. How does it feel, eh? But you won't really know until you've been screwed by your father's royal rammer.
Lucrezia's body was shaking with continual spasms. She kept her hips still, enduring the certain pain, excited beyond endurance at the thrill of Cesare's entry into her well-cared-for treasure. She moved her face against his, brushing his face with her lips, clasping his lips in hers, wanting to swallow his lips.
The Cardinal watched his son gradually advancing through his bridgehead, wriggling awkwardly up into her, squirming his hips up from their rather distant stance between her lower thighs until he was in the correct position for a full thrust.
After a time, as his hard little buttocks rose and fell above her, Lucrezia began to wriggle under him, too, moaning, kissing him passionately, mouthing his name.
Every so often Lucrezia would throw out her arms on the grass and lie there moaning in abandonment for several seconds before clasping them once more and with renewed passion around Cesare's back.
Cesare was panting furiously. His jerking was getting a smooth, more powerful flow, but the Cardinal could see that he hadn't sunk into her to the full and probably wouldn't before he came.
Lucrezia's thighs began to clasp Cesare's hips, rubbing them as she lifted her knees from the ground and twisted her loins in her passion.
When she lifted her knees and her thighs rode up with them forming an angle with the grass, Cardinal Roderigo could see Cesare's penis pushing into her hole. It was in about two thirds of its length and her vaginal lips were sucking it voraciously. He noticed that there wasn't any blood. Cesare would enlarge her just enough to make the shock of his prick, when she got it, not too unbearable.
The sun shone down vividly on the bright green grass and the two passionately-fitted bodies writhing out their exquisite pleasure beside the pool. A fine picture of son and daughter with father watching from the bushes, the Cardinal thought with a chuckle.
Lucrezia's plump buttocks were flattening against the ground, oozing and spreading from under Cesare's hips. She was gasping, uttering his name. Her climax was near. Hot little bitch, her father murmured. What a delight you'll be to me.
“Oh Cesare, Cesare, my darling brother…!” Her words tumbled out in the whine of her breath and she sucked his lips again, straining her body at him. Cesare tried to utter something, failed, and gasped instead.
“Oh Cesare, Cesare! Oh, oh, oh!” She pushed against him so hard that she almost lifted him off the ground on top of her, her buttocks hollowing with the strain; her arms clasped him to her as if she wanted to envelop him with flesh. The breath exploded from her open mouth in a great whoosh as if someone had sat on her belly and expelled it as from a cushion. She gave several wild, self-concerned convulsions and then sank back under him.
Cesare had stopped his action, shaken out of his stride by her passion. She put her arms back around his neck, calmer but still loving and he resumed his hard, probing entry into her vagina.
How sweet — sweet minx, the Cardinal thought passionately. Lie there and wait for him to know the climax of pleasure you've just had.
Lucrezia drew up her thighs a little and the Cardinal could see again where Cesare's penis was still only two
