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squeak.
    "That's not going to work!" she snapped.
    The pinned finger wriggled. It could barely move -- Mary had very strong thighs from all her years of riding -- but Jennifer had slipped just deep enough to brush the linen drawers teasingly back and forth across Mary's hooded clit. She bit the inside of her lip and tried to stifle a gasp. Much to her embarrassment, certain sensitive parts had grown very wet and puffy underneath her clothes as she sat in bed and fumed, replaying the vision of Jennifer riding her brother's cock over and over in her head.
    "No, really," she said, sounding less convincing even to her own ears. "Jennifer, you can't just make everything better by...ohhh, God." She raked her fingers through her hair; clutched at the short, dark bob. "Jennifer, stop that. I can't think when you do that."
    Her legs loosened, ever so slightly, and the hidden finger immediately stretched and wriggled against her crotch. It did not move away. Mary shivered, her breath going shaky as Jennifer played expertly with the loose drawers, using the fabric to spread her caresses farther than the tip of her finger could reach alone.
    "I just want you to be happy, Mary," Jennifer murmured. Somehow, her lips had gotten nestled right up into the crook of Mary's neck, and the redhead's breath blew warm on the sensitive skin. "Don't you like it when I touch you?"
    The fingertip pressed down gently. Mary could feel it nudging insistently at her slit, coaxing the twin, swollen arcs of her labia apart. Soft linen nuzzled between the folds, wrapped around Jennifer's finger.
    "Mmm," Mary said, closing her eyes for a moment to enjoy the sensation. "Yes, but Jennifer, really, you can't just go on sleeping with everybody , mm, oh, God, yes, don't stop doing that!"
    Unthinkingly, Mary arched her spine, bracing her shoulders against the headboard and lifting her weight so that Jennifer's fingers could trace lower if they wanted to. Just the thought of her lover's touch drifting down toward her taut, crinkled pucker made Mary's pussy spasm, and Jennifer murmured approvingly as she felt the shudder against her fingertip.
    "Shh," the redhead whispered soothingly. She stroked Mary's hair with the hand that wasn't busy elsewhere. Her lips brushed the eager noblewoman's earlobe; nibbled gently for a moment. "I won't stop, I promise. But I want you to be honest with me, Mary...did it make you hot, seeing me like that?" Her finger pressed harder for a moment, firm enough through the drawers to make Mary gasp. "Naked? Covered in cum? Riding your brother's cock?"
    Blood rushed to Mary's cheeks. Her light flush of exertion turned into a deep, embarrassed blush at Jennifer's coarse language. Behind her closed eyelids, she could still see the scene in her mind's eye: the heave of Jennifer's breasts, the sticky mess of her face; the shining thickness of Jack's manhood as he plunged it in and out of Mary's dear friend and lover, over and over again...
    It was wrong to even think about such a thing. Beyond wrong, to think of her brother involved in such a thing, even if they weren't truly related by blood! But Mary couldn't help herself. Eyes closed, she rocked up and down on Jennifer's fingertip, rubbing her pussy eagerly toward a shuddering climax as she replayed the wicked moment in her head. They had looked so hot together!
    "Yessss," Jennifer purred. Her tone was one of deep satisfaction. She rubbed harder, and Mary bit her lip to stifle a cry. Pleasure roared through her body, overwhelming her; driving her toward an explosive brink. "I sucked his cock," Jennifer whispered fiercely into Mary's ear. Her finger flew up and down on the squirming noblewoman's clit. "I sucked it long and hard. He filled my mouth up with it. I took his load on my face and licked it off his balls. I rammed that cock into my pussy and rode it like a horny bitch...and you love hearing about it!"
    Jennifer gave a last, triumphant flick of her wrist, and Mary cried out, her hips