The news was on television. There was a protest about discrimination in South African schools, and an official was trying to explain his policy to a group of disgruntled parents. One of the parents said: ‘It ain’t natural. It just ain’t natural.’

Sandra turned from the window. Her sister’s seventeen son, Milano, was sitting on the sofa and she went up to him and came to stand in front of him.

do is say no.’
He said: ‘Are you sure you really want me to?’
She nodded.

suppose I shouldn’t think of things like that. You seem to disapprove.’
‘I’m not disapproving. If you must know I’m very moved.’
‘Moved?’

might feel the same way about me.’
‘You didn’t guess?’
‘How could I?’

misfits. The odd-feathered birds who stuck together.’
‘You’re not a misfit.’
‘Come,’ she whispered, leading the way to her bedroom.

Sandra moved into the room ahead of him, her body already sending subtle messages of readiness his way, and looked back at him. His eyes were liquid with desire.

She ran a finger along her flat stomach to the hip under her dress, and gave him the ghost of a mocking smile. Her smile lingered long enough for him to see her tongue slide over her lips. She walked over to the window and drew the curtains.

Milano came forward and took her in his arms. She ran her hands down his sides to the slim hips beneath his jacket, and then up along his spine, feeling plate like bands of muscle under her fingertips.

The zipper was open. He reached to slip the dress over her head. Up the fabric came, its muted rustle the only sound in the room as her bra and slip came into view. Pleasured by the flow of fine cloth over her body, Sandra sighed. The dress fell to the floor.

Her eyes half-closed as she felt Milano’s warm hands now began to travel with delicious softness down her arms. His hands were on her waist now, and sliding up her ribcage. She felt his fingers touch the strap of her bra. Like magic her bra was coming loose and falling to the floor and she felt warm hands on her shoulders. In triumph, Sandra felt herself denuded.

A great shudder of involuntarily delight shook her as her slip came off. She felt the subtle warmth of his body against her loins as the moving fingers paused at the panties between her legs.

The hands patted her stomach before moving to grace her breasts. Her nipples tensed to sudden excitement as they fell under his fingers.

Now the stroking had stopped. But amazement held her in thrall as he began to strip off his own clothes. First his jacket, then his shirt and tie, then his trousers. She smiled to see the bulge distending his underpants.

hips.
‘Oh, Milano...’
His arms hugged her gently, as his fingers crept to her nipples.

Now he turned her, his hands on her hips. When they were face to face, their lips met and opened. Their tongues slid over each other in a slippery dance of welcome. Unbearable excitement thrilled inside her as he held her closer. She shuddered to feel such pleasure, and heard a low moan stir in her throat as their kiss deepened.

He picked her up with a quick lunge, gripping her beneath her waist while her legs curled gently around him. He held her that way, showing off his strength. Then he bent to place her on the bed.

Her knees were raised, her breasts bared to his gaze as she leaned on her elbows. Then she lay back, spread her fine long thighs and held out her arms. Her white skin glowed in the half-light. Her eyes smiled invitation.

Without a word Milano moved to the bed, bent over her and kissed her again. Her unique fragrance, as animal as it was elegant, suffused them both.

A tiny cry escaped Milano’s lips as he slipped downward to kiss her breasts, softly and lightly at first. And Sandra, closing her eyes in rapture as she felt his lips encompassing first one nipple then the other, stroked the back of his neck.

and she closed her eyes and sighed. She held one of her breasts in both hands, and offered it up to his kisses and his bites until she could hardly take any more.

Gasps of astonishment and delight shook her as his lips and tongue moved down her stomach, pausing at her navel before caressing her hips.

She was impatient and her right hand snaked between their bodies. She cupped his heavy scrotum in her palm while her fingers gently probed the soft skin just beneath, midway to the anus.

He put his palms flat on her thighs, moving them slowly inwards along the incredibly soft flesh there. With infinite slowness he parted the stems of her legs and gazed lovingly down at the moist petals of the flower thus revealed, breathing his admiration for the long supple thighs, the pearly white skin, the fragrant triangle.

Her hair grew only along the centre strip of her pubic mound, leaving the sides as smooth and bare as a small child’s gully. This only increased his ardour since he had before him both woman and girl.

His nostrils quivered at her musky scent. He felt his erection leap in her hands, the crown expanding, straining for release. It was as if she possessed a natural aphrodisiac that turned the air heady and thick as honey.

Her soft mound was within reach of his lips. Never had he hungered for another with such profound desire. Every fibre of his being was concentrated on these next few moments.

Milano buried his kiss in the lovely fur and flesh offered to it, as slender legs cradled his face and he tasted the silken perfection of female skin, crisp pubic hair fragrant with passion, and finally the slippery sinews of woman’s sex, moistening his lips deliciously, alive on his tongue.

A paroxysm shot through Sandra’s poised clitoris as her nephew’s tongue found it. Hot shudders hurried through the quick of her as she felt her vagina explored, caressed, teased into maddening waves of ecstasy by his clever strokes.

When Sandra felt the heated stab of his tongue in her core she arched up with her hips, crying out in inarticulate delight. Above her, his nose and tongue gliding along the slippery surfaces, Milano’s tongue explored her from crown to stem and back again as if he could not get enough of her taste.

Moaning her ecstasy, she held him closer. Her body tensed with new urgency as the sliding tongue found its way deeper inside her, exploring inside her sex, working it to a frenzy with its bold strokes.

Soon he felt the quivering of her powerful muscles high up along the insides of her thighs and he concentrated feverishly on the core of her, now expanded and pulsing in delicious surrender. He heard her gurgle and gasp beneath him. And now she was in spasm, the ridged muscles rippling just below the surface of her skin, her thighs pulled wide apart and her buttocks as hard as rocks. He could feel the ultimate vibrations beginning inside her.