Candy Shops

The candy shop lady looked over her reading glasses at Virginia. “Can I help you find something?” It was an odd little shop on a shaded backstreet in a neighborhood of boutiques and quaint apartments.

Virginia swept her blue-tinted hair behind her ear. “I think I have it.” She held up bags of taffy, toffee, and hard candies. “I’m not sure how much I need.”

The shop lady let her glasses dangle around her neck and stepped from behind the counter. “What are you buying for?” She had an ornate name tag pinned to her blouse that read “Hortense.” The whole shop seemed a little antique, just like the lady.

“A Halloween party—like for maybe a dozen kids from five to eleven.”

Hortense counted Virginia’s bags and her eyes traveled up her body. She had a meticulous way of speaking. “None are your kids, I would guess.”

Virginia laughed. “They’re kids I babysat while I was in high school and some of their friends. Really, the party is so their parents can go out for a party of their own.”

“You might have enough there. If you buy too much, then there will always be someone to eat it.” She cocked her head at Virginia. “You know, most kids would be perfectly happy with fun-size candy bars from the supermarket.”

“At least two of the kids are allergic to chocolate,” Virginia said. “Besides, these are cooler and the parents are paying for it, not me.” She smiled at Hortense’s pale eyes. “I’ll look around a little more, and see if I get any new ideas.”

There were aisles of truffles, petit fours, and caramels to wander through and, when Virginia looked up, she noticed a doorway she hadn’t seen before. There was a sign over it that read “Must Be Eighteen To Enter.”

Virginia was more than a year past eighteen, so she let her curiosity get the best of her. She stepped through the doorway into a back room filled with adult candies—pink penis pops, boob-shaped bonbons, and more.

Hortense caught up with her. “Nothing back here is appropriate for your party.”

“You mean I shouldn’t give chocolate naked ladies to eight-year-olds?” Virginia laughed at the lewd display, and Hortense relaxed. She explained to Virginia how each erotic candy came about and what they might be good for.

Hortense stopped at a bowl of plainly-wrapped hard candies. Some were in blue wrappers and some were in pink wrappers. She pointed out the picture over the bowl. “Each is a little, anatomically correct figure. They’re both male and female, and you can tell which is which by the color.” She smiled at Virginia. “They help you express your sexual fantasies. The more you eat, the deeper you go into your own psyche.”

“So, they’re some kind of drug?” Virginia asked.

Hortense shook her head. “They’re just herbal treats.”

Virginia was intrigued. She picked out a handful of candies equally divided between blue and pink, and she had Hortense ring them up apart from the party candy. “I’ll share them with my boyfriend,” Virginia said. “We’ll see what happens.”

The old lady watched over the top of her glasses. “Be careful. They also make you tell the truth, and that isn’t always what you want.”

Virginia was barely listening. She checked the time on her phone. “My boyfriend’s supposed to meet me at the party store pretty soon.” She paused to look at the candy she was buying for the party. “You know, maybe this won’t be enough.” She extended her hand to the shop lady. “I might see you again. My name is Virginia. People usually call me Ginny.”

A little smile curled the corners of Hortense’s lips as she touched Virginia’s hand, and then a little bell over the door jingled as she left.

The party store was a short drive from the candy shop and, since it was still two weeks to Halloween, it was still fully stocked. There were giant talking spiders, bubbling cauldrons, and just about everything else Virginia could think of.

Her arms were already full when a shop girl met her at the masks and costumes, “Can I help you with those?” she asked. “We’ll keep them at the counter, and you can shop hands-free.”

“My boyfriend should already be here to help.” Virginia glanced around the shop as she handed things to the shop girl. “I don’t see him yet.”

She checked her phone once her hands were free and found a message from Brian. “Something came up. I can’t meet you at the party store.”

Virginia scowled at her phone but talked to the shop girl. “It’s always something with that guy.”

Virginia sent a message to Paul while the girl wound her way back through the crowded aisles with her arms full of decorations. “I’m at the party store on Sheridan. Can you help me get things home?”

Paul’s answer came without a flourish and without strings attached. Virginia liked that about her brother. “I can be there in a half hour or so,” he replied.

She was still deciding between a baggy witch costume and a sexy cat costume when Paul found her. She held them up to get his opinion, and he frowned. “Don’t they have something in-between? Maybe a cute witch costume?”

“I don’t need to be sexy for a bunch of kids.” She shoved the baggy witch costume at her brother and turned back to the rack to put the cat costume away. Something caught her eye, and she turned around again with a third costume in hand. “I don’t know why I didn’t see this before.” It was the cute witch costume that Paul wanted.

Virginia held the costume up for size, and Paul changed the subject. “Are you done with mid-terms?”

“Finished this morning.” Virginia took the baggy costume out of Paul’s hands. “That’s why I’m shopping now.” She handed him the cute costume and turned to the rack again. “I wanted to relax. How about you?”

“Done yesterday, and no classes this afternoon, and I don’t even have to work tonight. That’s why I had time. Where’s Brian?”

Virginia hung the baggy costume where it came from and made air quotes. “Something came up.” She shrugged and let her shoulders sag. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. Follow me.”

She added a life-sized glow-in-the-dark skeleton and bags of spider webs to the load in Paul’s arms, and he piled everything on the counter with the rest of her things. “How are you paying for all this?”

Virginia pulled a credit card from her back pocket and flashed it at Paul before she gave it to the girl behind the register. “The McMann’s are paying for it.”

The shop girl helped them pile the decorations into the covered back of Paul’s pickup, and he met Virginia at the house where they grew up. Paul leaned back against the truck and studied the old place by the light of the setting sun. It needed paint. “How long are you going to keep living here?”

Virginia looked up from the back of the truck. “Why would I leave? The whole upstairs is mine now, and Mom and Dad don’t bother me. Like now? I’m not even sure where they are. Austin maybe?” She stood up and pushed boxes into Paul’s hands. “These go into your old bedroom.”

It took two trips for both of them. They stashed everything upstairs before Paul followed his sister to the kitchen. “It’s almost time for dinner. What’s there to eat around this place?”

Virginia poked around the refrigerator and came up with cold meatloaf and a doubtful look on her face. “I don’t know how long this has been in there. Let’s order pizza.”

They argued over every topping except sausage and mushrooms, and when it got there Virginia poured iced tea for both of them. “Why do we always argue about pizza toppings?” she asked. “We always end up getting the same thing.”

They sat across the table from each other with an open box of pizza between them. Paul downed the last of his tea and belched when the last piece was gone, and Virginia frowned. “Gross.”

One of Virginia’s candy bags had spilled open on the table beside Paul. He picked up a pink-wrapped candy. “What are these?”

“Anatomically correct hard candies. I got them to share with Brian, but now Brian isn’t here.”

Paul unwrapped the candy and laughed. “She has big boobs.” He held it up for Virginia to see then popped it in his mouth, and Virginia caught her breath.

“Maybe you shouldn’t have done that.” She watched her brother for a second. “What does it taste like?”

“I’m not sure. Sweet, but not very good. You remember those English toffees that Gramma used to bring at Christmas? Kinda like one of those.”

Virginia wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know why we ate those things, but we always did.” She hesitated then opened a blue-wrapped candy and laughed. “He has a big dong.”

She watched her brother roll the candy around on his tongue. “The lady at the candy store said they’d help you express your sexual fantasies. Maybe I don’t want to know what’s under the rocks in your head. Are you feeling anything?”

Paul swirled the girl in his mouth. “Just candy tits.”

“What the hell,” Virginia said, and popped the candy guy in her mouth. “The old lady was just making a sale.”

Paul watched his sister for a second then asked, “Are you still hanging out with Heidi? I haven’t seen her in a while.”

“Not so much since we started college, but it’s still fun when our shifts overlap at work.”

“I’ve always wanted to get between her legs. But you know, guys never get their sister’s friends, so I just imagine how it would feel to do your bestie. It makes me cum.”

“Paul! You’re being gross.” Virginia rolled the little candy man over her tongue. “I’ll let her know the next time I see her. She has great boobs, too. But you know she’s dating Carlos now.”

“What! When did that happen?”

“Your housemate is dating your dream girl, and you haven’t even noticed? Actually I think they started this week.” Virginia spit her candy into her hand and looked at it. “His big dong is almost gone.”

She popped the candy back in her mouth and pushed it into her cheek so she could talk. “I had a TA in English last year named John Robles. I’d get this image in my head of his smiling face right between my thighs, then I’d touch myself—sometimes right in the lecture. I think he watched.”

“I know him. Nice guy, but he has a girlfriend.”

Virginia reached across the table and slapped her brother’s arm. “Dammit, Paul. Stop ruining my fun.”

They sat quietly until the candy was dissolved. Virginia hesitated, then picked up a pink-wrapped candy. “Maybe the old lady wasn’t just making a sale. This is all kinda dirty and exciting, isn’t it?” She offered the candy to her brother. “Do you want to find out what’s next? I’ll have another one if you do.”

Paul took the candy from his sister and watched the hopeful look on her face. “Shit. I want to find out, too.” He unwrapped the candy and turned it over in his hand. “She has a nice butt.” He held her between his lips for a moment and watched Virginia set a naked, big-donged guy on her tongue, and they closed their mouths around the candy.

Virginia made a face. “What does yours taste like?”

Paul thought about it a moment. “I think she tastes like pussy.”

“Can’t be. The old lady said they’re herbal. That would be animal.”

“Yep. It tastes like pussy—maybe your pussy. Does your guy taste like cum?”

“Shut up, Paul! You don’t know how I taste, and how would I know what cum tastes like?” She swirled the candy in her mouth. “You’re right. He tastes like cum.”

“I’m getting hard.” Paul ground his hand against the firm bulge in his jeans. “Wanna see? I’ve always wanted to show it off, but I never have.”

Virginia cheeked her candy again and leaned over the table to watch. “Don’t you even send out dick pics?”

“Never have, but sometimes I wake up at night with a big hard-on and wish I could show it off.” Paul pushed back from the table and pulled his hard cock out of his pants. “Like this. See?”

“Paul! Stop that!” Virginia squeezed her tit. “Or tell me you can’t stop. I’ve always wanted to make guys lose control.” She unzipped her shorts and pushed her hand down between her legs.

“Can’t stop. Why would I stop if it turns you on?”

“Don’t watch me,” Virginia said, but Paul watched. She pushed her shorts to the floor and hopped around the table on one foot then the other while she pulled her underwear over her running shoes. She sat down on the chair next to her brother and jumped. “Ooh! That chair’s cold.”

Virginia settled down again and Paul took his hand off his straining shaft to give her a better look. “Your cock is nicer than Brian’s or Toby’s. Can a cock be pretty? I guess it would be handsome.”

Paul sat back in his chair and grinned. That was what he wanted to hear, even if it came from his sister.

“Is this what the candy tastes like?” Virginia asked, and she dropped her undies in Paul’s lap.

Paul held the gusset under his nose and nodded his head. He watched Virginia’s fingers swirling between her legs. “This is all turning you on, isn’t it?”

“I think it’s hot—maybe because it’s so naughty.” Virginia looked up from her brother’s veined shaft and bit her lip. “Would you ever hold a girl down or tie her up so you could do what you want?”

“What? No!” Paul sniffed at his sister’s undies again. “Probably not, anyway. What if that was really what she wanted?”

Virginia’s eyes stayed fixed on Paul’s face. “I want that—kinda, anyway. Maybe I don’t really, but I like thinking about it.” She glanced at her purse. “Mr. Big Dong is gone. How’s Ms. Nice Butt?”

“Gone, but eew! Ginny. I’ve already learned more than I wanted to know.”

Virginia pointed to her brother’s hard cock. “The gentleman doth protest too much, methinks.”

She stood up and tugged her shirt down, but it wouldn’t cover her naked butt. She leaned across the table to get two more candies from the bag and sat again beside her brother. Virginia held them up—one pink and one blue—and said, “Double dog dare ya. Maybe these’ll taste like ass.”

Paul took the pink-wrapped candy and sniffed at it. “No thanks for putting that idea in my head.” He unwrapped the naked little lady, popped her into his mouth and made a face. “I think maybe it’s your ass.”

Virginia watched her brother turn her panties to sniff the back and laughed around the little man she was sucking on. “Isn’t this just like some kinda party game?”

“Yeah, but with my sister.” Paul turned the ass-flavored candy lady over on his tongue and felt her melting tits and her round butt and realized that Virginia was staring at his cock again. “What’s on your mind?” Virginia looked up and blushed. She tried to stand up, but Paul pulled her back into her chair. “You can’t back out now.”

She hesitated for just a moment. “There’s this idea I keep deep in the back of my mind where the icky things are. I— I’m just a vagina. That’s all I am. I’m empty and I need to be filled.”

Virginia tried to get up again, but Paul grasped her hair. He twisted her head back and made her straddle his thighs. “Then we’re more alike than I thought.” He took his hard cock in his hand. “Back in that dusty part of my brain, this is me. I’m just a penis. I’m big, and I’m lonely, and I don’t know what to do.”

“Oh, God, Paul! Maybe we went too far.”

Paul let go of his cock long enough to snatch Virginia’s wrist and shove her hand between her legs. “I’ll make you do it—you said that’s what you wanted. We’ll do it together.”

Paul held his sister’s head back with one hand and wrapped her undies around his cock with the other. They both closed their eyes, and their breath came in shallow gasps and grunts. Paul’s hand worked harder and faster, and Virginia’s fingers kept time with her brother’s stroke.

They didn’t take long. Paul groaned through his teeth and pumped his hot cum into Virginia’s panties. She straightened her back and rocked on her brother’s lap while she came. Paul bucked under his sister, and she pitched forward and groaned against his chest. “Don’t touch me!” she said. “Keep your hands off me.”

Paul held his hands out. “You’re lying all over me! What am I supposed to do?”

Virginia laughed into Paul’s chest. “Like Mom always scolded you when you bugged me. ‘Keep your hands off your little sister.'” Her body slowly relaxed, and she pushed herself up. “I always thought you were kind of a dick. Now I know for sure that you’re just a penis.”

She plucked her cum-soaked panties out of his hand and sniffed at them. “Paul Penis and Virginia Vagina. I wonder if that’s what Mom and Dad had in mind when they named us.”

Paul laughed at his sister as she climbed off his lap. “Don’t go. Just a second.” He caught the hand she’d had between her legs and sniffed her fingers. “Weird as it was, we both got off on it.” He studied her face for a minute. “Do you think you’ll regret it?”

Virginia jerked her hand away and stood. “Maybe you’ll regret it. Now that you know too much, I might have to kill you.”

She closed the candy bag with a few candies still left. “Maybe I should be glad I did that with you instead of Brian. I wouldn’t want to tell him what I told you, and I probably wouldn’t want to hear what’s in his head. His brain’s a can of worms sometimes.”

* * *

Virginia got out of her car and leaned against the fender while she tapped out a message to her brother. “Hey Penis, Mom and Dad are back, and Mom asked about you. You should talk to them.” She’d just reached the candy shop when her phone chimed.

“She texted me,” Paul answered. “I’m going over for dinner tomorrow. Is Vagina going to be there?”

Hortense opened the shop door and the little bell jingled overhead as she ushered Virginia in. “I thought you might be back. Did your boyfriend like the candy?”

Virginia shrugged. “He didn’t have a chance to try it.”

“Oh?” Hortense raised an eyebrow at Virginia.

There was something about the shopkeeper’s scent—bath powder, that’s what it was. It was White Shoulders, just like Gramma’s. “I came back because I got candy for the party kids and forgot about the trick-or-treaters.”

Hortense tucked her hand around the crook of Virginia’s elbow and led her down an aisle to a bin of fruit-flavored hard candies. “These are great for giving away at the door to people you don’t know. They’re inexpensive.”

Virginia found a scoop and loaded a paper bag with colorful candy, and Hortense leaned back against a bin of white chocolate chunks and folded her arms. “Tell me what happened.”

Something made Virginia want to tell a story she thought she’d never tell. “My boyfriend was supposed to meet me at the party store after I left here, and he didn’t make it.”

She flipped her hand in frustration. “He does that all the time, and I’m running out of patience. I was mad, so I called my brother. I can pretty much always count on Paul. He helped me at the store, he helped me put things away at home, and we ordered pizza.”

Hortense jumped to a conclusion. “So you shared them with your brother?”

“I didn’t mean to, but it happened.” Virginia watched Hortense for a moment. She seemed more intrigued than disgusted. “The candy did exactly what you said it would do, and now we know more about each other than, you know, folks usually know.”

Virginia put the scoop away and closed the bag. “In the end, I got myself off, and he got himself off. It wasn’t sex or anything.” Her cheeks burned a little when she turned back to Hortense. “I tried one of the candies by myself after he left, and it didn’t do a thing.”

“It does take two to tango.” Hortense was curious. “Older brother, or younger brother? Do you have a picture?”

“Older, but less than two years.” It seemed odd that Hortense wanted to see a photo, but Virginia handed her the bag and pulled her phone from her back pocket. She took a second to find a photo of Paul, then held her phone up. “This was from last summer at the beach.”

Hortense smiled at Paul’s bare chest and well-defined muscles. “He looks fit. What does he do?”

“He pours beer at a brew pub and works in the brewery sometimes. It’s pretty blue-collar.”

“Maybe you could bring him in some time—soon.” Hortense led Virginia to the cash register and asked over her shoulder, “Are you keeping the undependable boyfriend?”

“I’m trying to,” Virginia said. “We have a date Friday.”

Virginia used Dorothy McMann’s credit card to pay for the candy and left the bell jingling over the door behind her. She answered her brother’s text while she walked. “Vagina won’t be there. She has a shift tomorrow.”

She’d just started her car when her phone chimed. Virginia assumed it was Paul again, so she left the phone alone until she stopped at a traffic light. She found a message from Brian. “Do we have a thing Friday?”

“We do,” Virginia answered. “Don’t you dare forget it.”

Brian forgot it, or he just didn’t care. Virginia was sitting on her bed in her darkened bedroom when her phone chimed. She snatched up the phone, but it was just Paul. “Heidi told Carlos and Carlos told me that you broke up with Brian, so Vagina is alone tonight. I’ll buy you a burger.”

Virginia laughed to herself. “I’m not hungry.”

Paul sent back, “Of course you’re hungry. I’ll pick you up in twenty minutes.”

They sat across from each other under the fluorescent glare of the dining room lights, and Virginia studied Paul’s face. “Why did you do this?”

“I thought you’d be happier pouting in public where people could see how sad you are. It’s better than just pouting at home by yourself. That’s kind of a waste of time.”

Virginia threw her paper napkin in her brother’s face. “I’m not pouting. I’m trying to figure out where I’m going without Brian.” She toyed with her French fries for a moment. “Shit!” She looked up at Paul. “He was supposed to help with the Halloween party next week.”

“That probably wouldn’t have worked anyway, so no loss, right?”

Virginia spun through the contacts on her phone looking for ideas then put it aside and piled trash on her tray. “What are you doing for Halloween?”

“I have a shift lined up, but that’s not carved in stone yet.” Paul could tell that Virginia might not ask, so he offered. “I can help if you want.”

Virginia stopped gathering trash. “They’re paying me twenty bucks an hour. I’ll split that with you.”

“That hardly makes it worth it.” Paul stood up and took his trash with him. “I’m not going to do it for money.”

“Then why would you do it?”

First Paul and then Virginia stuffed the remains of dinner into the garbage. “It’s a family thing.” He nudged her as they stepped out the door. “Just like any other family thing, I’ll hold it against you until you even the score.”

Paul pulled out of the parking lot and Virginia pointed. “Go this way. I’ll show you where the candy shop is.” It was a short drive through pools of yellow light from the streetlights overhead, then down a tree-lined lane where new-fallen leaves gathered in the gutters and on the sidewalks. The candy shop stood out among the other old buildings because its lights were still on.

“It looks like they’re still open,” Paul said. He slowed and peered past his sister.

“Stop then. Let’s see what’s going on.”

Hortense met them at the jingling door. She smiled at Paul as if she recognized him from the photo, and she told Virginia, “I thought you might come by.” Virginia looked confused, so Hortense added, “Just call it a hunch.”

Paul followed when Hortense pulled Virginia inside. “You were supposed to be out with your undependable boyfriend tonight,” Hortense said, “and here you are with your brother. What happened?”

Hortense glanced at Paul again and again while Virginia complained about Brian. Her eyes traced his broad shoulders, his thick arms, his big hands, his narrow hips until Paul backed away and wandered through the shelves and bins and found the adult-only room.

Virginia’s phone rang, and she checked the number. “I have to take this. It’s work.”

Hortense followed Paul, and Virginia—with her phone to her ear—sidestepped until she could watch them talking in front of a glass display case. Hortense had her hands on Paul as if she couldn’t resist the urge to touch him.

Virginia took a weekend shift, thrust her phone into her back pocket, and startled when she bumped into a white-haired man behind her. The old man laughed and steadied Virginia while he checked her out. His eyes wandered from her lips to her breasts and down her body.

“I’m Neville,” the man said. “I’m the candy maker here. You must be Virginia.” They were talking about candy when Hortense led Paul from the back room and laid a small bag on the counter. She nodded to Neville without saying a word.

Paul paid for his candy then interrupted the conversation between Virginia and Neville. “Did you have a model for the chocolates? Some of them seem really life-like.”

Neville glanced at Hortense before he answered. “I did have a model, but you should always imagine them as your own lover.”

Paul tugged Virginia toward the door but talked to Hortense. “We’re keeping you from closing, aren’t we? We should go.”

Virginia paused at the door while Paul stepped out without her. She heard Neville say, “They seem nearly ideal.”

“We have just a week now to make the arrangements,” Hortense said, and she touched Neville’s arm. “Neville, they’re a matched set—brother and sister, just like us.”

Paul waited by the curb in the light that spilled from the candy shop. Virginia caught up, and they walked side-by-side to his truck. “I think your friends are a little creepy,” he said.

“No shit. How much did Hortense feel you up?”

“She asked all the questions. Now, I think she knows my schedule for the next two weeks.”

“Would you guess they’re brother and sister?” Virginia asked. She stopped while Paul unlocked the truck. “They must have thought I left with you. They were talking about somebody, and I thought at first it couldn’t be us because I was right there. But then it sounded like it was us. They have some kinda plan.”

Virginia plucked at the bag in Paul’s hand. “What did she sell you?”

“Some stuff I thought would be funny. I doubt it’s part of a plan.” He climbed into the driver’s seat and stashed his candy in the console while Virginia buckled her seat belt, but he didn’t move to start the engine. “What would you be doing now if you had your date with Brian?”

Virginia checked the time on her phone. “Probably putting up with his annoying friends and trying to get him to a movie. For him, it would have to be some action thriller.”

“Then we’ll do that.” Paul started the truck and pulled away from the curb. He turned off the little lane and zigzagged from street to street until he found the now-empty road that wound along the creek.

“I don’t know where you’re going. There aren’t any theaters here.”

“I don’t have money for a theater, and we don’t need one anyway.” Paul pulled off the road and fallen leaves scattered as the truck bounced along a path through the barren forest. He stopped where the rising moon cast its light across an oxbow pond.

Virginia watched Paul flip through some screens on his phone.”It’s pretty here, but it looks like a make-out spot or something.” She leaned close. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll see.” Paul looked up from his phone and squinted at the pond. “The only time I’ve been here was when Mom volunteered me for a summer cleanup project. Then it looked more like a fishing spot.”

Paul propped his phone up on the dashboard, and they leaned together in the middle of the seat to watch as music came through the truck’s speakers. “What is this?” Virginia asked. “It isn’t an action flick.”

Paul turned the sound down to a tolerable level. “It’s a Rom-com that Heidi said you’d like.”

Virginia laughed. “I thought you hated Rom-coms.”

“It isn’t for me. It’s for you.”

They watched quietly for a while before Virginia asked, “You planned this. Why are we here? We could do this at your place, or at mine.”

“Because I don’t want to share you. At your place, I’d have to share you with Mom and Dad. At my place, I’d have to share you with Jeremy.”

“That would sound real sweet if you were my boyfriend, but you’re my brother.” They watched a couple bickering on Paul’s phone, and Virginia said, “But at your place or mine, we’d have snacks.” She turned in her seat to face her brother. “Now tell me for real. Why did you bring me out here? No lies.”

“I didn’t lie to you, but there’s something I need to figure out.” Paul dug into the pocket in the door, produced a water bottle, and offered it to Virginia.

She looked at the bottle and wrinkled her nose. “That has your germs all over it. What do you need to figure out?”

“Your germs should get along just fine with my germs.” He opened the console while Virginia tipped the bottle up, and he set the bag of chocolates between them. “Are we heading for bed, or is my dirty mind just fooling with me?”

“We aren’t heading for bed.” Virginia watched the movie for a moment before she went on. “And you aren’t the only one here with a dirty mind.”

Paul leaned closer to his sister. “Those naked hard candies made us talk about things that were … intimate. It was like getting inside you. I liked it, and I want to get inside you again.”

Virginia made a face at her brother before she opened the candy bag and peeked in. “Is there something here to make me talk?”

“No, they’re more to talk about.” Paul reached into the bag, and Virginia laughed when he opened his hand to show her a miniature, foil-wrapped penis with testicles attached. “See? It’s a scale model of me.” She plucked his little twin out of his hand, and Paul asked. “What did you see in Brian?”

Virginia bit the head off the penis. “You taste good. I guess Neville knows what he’s doing.” She let it melt on her tongue for a moment. “Brian was good at first. He paid a lot of attention to me, and he went down on me in bed. I don’t think he really knew what he was doing down there, but still, he had me right then.”

“Is that what you have to get over? No more head?”

Virginia glanced at the movie, then slapped her brother’s arm. “No! He didn’t even keep giving head.” She swallowed and rinsed her mouth before she bit the rest of the chocolate shaft off the balls.

“We weren’t together very long before I started thinking of myself as ‘us.’ That’s what I have to get over. It’s like an identity thing, but if you keep feeding me chocolate, then I might get over it pretty fast.”

Paul turned the movie sound down. “We aren’t really watching this. Can I turn it off?” Virginia nodded her answer. The speakers went quiet, the screen went dark, and they sat in silver moonlight.

Virginia bit into the chocolate balls and cream dribbled down her chin. She gasped and leaned forward so the goo wouldn’t dribble on her clothes then used one finger to wipe it off her chin. She watched Paul while she sucked the cream off her finger. “Jerk. It’s like you came in my mouth.”

Paul held his hands up. “I didn’t do that.” He laughed at the expression on his sister’s face as she swallowed the last of the balls.

Virginia rinsed her mouth while Paul searched the bag. “We probably shouldn’t be doing this,” she said. “The first time was like some party game. This feels more serious.”

She stopped for a moment, and Paul sat back with something in his hand. “You need to get intimate with your girlfriend,” she said, “not your sister. Why don’t you have a girlfriend? You’re a good-enough guy.”

“I’m a Senior.” He peeled the foil off a candy and held it out to his sister. “Most of us are leaving after graduation, and all in different directions. No-one’s getting into relationships.”

“What are you going to do?” Virginia asked. “I don’t want you to go. Who’s going to be my rock if you aren’t here?” She squinted at the chocolate. “I can’t see that.”

Paul shrugged. “I’ll miss you too, but I need a job or grad school. Either way, it probably won’t be here.”

Virginia took her phone from her back pocket, shined it on the chocolate, and pushed it back at her brother. “That one’s for you. It’s a pussy, and it even looks recently used.”

“Huh. The ones in the store didn’t look used. Maybe I shouldn’t have put it in the bag with the penis.” Paul bit into the chocolate and laughed. He tipped his head back so the juice inside ran down his throat. “Tastes like you.”

“Oh shut up!” Virginia sat back to look at her brother. “I mean it. I don’t want you to go.”

Neither of them had anything to say until Virginia broke the silence. “Besides Heidi, what do you think about when you jack off?”

“I thought you didn’t want to get intimate.” Paul wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Recently, Penis has been thinking about Vagina. What have you been thinking about?”

Virginia touched herself and squirmed. “I’m not answering that.”

“That’s not fair.” Paul clenched his jaw, but instead of saying more, he reached into the bag for another chocolate. He held it up in the moonlight to see what it was. “It’s a nipple. I bet it’s just like yours. Let me see.”

Virginia crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not going to show you my tits.”

Paul dropped the chocolate nipple back in the bag, cupped his hand behind Virginia’s neck, and pulled her closer. She tried just once to push his hand away while he unbuttoned her shirt and laid it open. “You’re getting into this, aren’t you?” he asked. “I can strip you myself, or you can show me.”

Virginia didn’t say a word. She slipped her bra off her shoulder and pulled the cup away from her tit.

Paul found the chocolate nipple again and laid it on his tongue. He was looking into his sister’s eyes when he touched her breast. He caressed her skin with his fingertips. She was soft, but her nipple was hard. “You have beautiful tits.”

“You dope. You aren’t even looking at my tit.” She pushed his hand away and put her clothes back in place.

“I think you want to do it, but you won’t admit it,” Paul said and rested his hand on Virginia’s thigh. “If Penis were to touch Vagina right now, would he find her wet or dry?”

Virginia looked down at the bulge in Paul’s jeans. It was obvious even in the moonlight. “Soaked.” She pushed Paul away. “This is wrong. This is dangerous. You need to take me home.”

Paul sat back in his seat and started the truck. “There are still two mints in the bag. They’re both the same, but one is for you and one is for me.”

The truck bounced over the leaf-covered trail to the road, and they were under streetlights again when Virginia found the two chocolate disks left in the bag. She unwrapped one and gave it to her brother then unwrapped the second and looked at it in the dim light.

“This is an anus!” Virginia laughed and watched Paul suck on the mint. “Did you see the way Neville looked at Hortense when you asked if he had a model?” She bit the mint in two. “We might be eating Hortense’s asshole right now.”

Paul shrugged. “Then Hortense has a fine asshole.”

They stopped in front of Mom and Dad’s old house, but Paul kept Virginia from getting out. “You still owe me an answer.”

Virginia jerked her arm away and climbed out of the truck. “You’ll get your answer when I feel more comfortable giving it to you.” She slammed the door, and Paul watched his sister walk away.

* * *

It was Tuesday night before Virginia was ready to give her brother the answer. She leaned on the counter at work and watched the door close behind her last customers. From then on it was drive-up business only, and she didn’t work the drive-up.

She picked up the empty coffee cups, wiped crumbs off the table, and sent a message to her brother. “Do you have time to talk?”

Paul’s answer was almost immediate. “I didn’t have to close, so I can.”

“I’m at work. Heidi gave me a ride here. Can you give me a ride home?”

“Right now?”

“I do have to close, but if you come now, I’ll let you in.”

Paul didn’t wait, and Virginia met him at the door. Heidi smiled from behind the counter, and Paul wondered as he slipped into a booth just how much his sister might have told her.

Virginia cleaned and stocked all the tables then helped Heidi close the counter. The girls split the tip jar and both clocked out.

Heidi waved as she left, and Virginia slipped into the booth with her brother. “I owe you an answer. I’ve been thinking about it, and I want to give it to you now.” Her eyes searched Paul’s face before she went on.

“Lately, Penis is all Vagina thinks about when she masturbates. We’re the same that way, but it’s a new thing for you. It isn’t a new thing for me. In my head, we’ve done every gooey, sticky thing.” She ran her fingers over her brother’s thigh. “I think it was Penis who gave Vagina her first orgasm, but that’s hard to remember. I know for sure that Penis gave Vagina her last orgasm.”

Paul followed as Virginia slid to the end of the booth and stood. “And her next orgasm?” he asked. “Penis wants to give Vagina her next orgasm, too.”

“You’re talking to your sister.” Virginia glanced at the guys working drive-up. “I need to go to the girls’ room. I’ll meet you in the truck.”

It seemed impossible to Paul that his sister called him there just to tell him that. He sat in the darkened truck under the parking lot lights with his cock aching in his jeans. He turned to watch the coffee shop through the passenger-side window and ground the heel of his hand against his shaft.

Virginia stepped out of the coffee shop and turned to wave to someone inside before she spotted Paul. She ran to the truck and climbed in without looking up. “Ready,” she said, and then looked at her brother for the first time.

Paul had his hard cock in hand. He shoved his jeans down to pull it free of the denim, reached under his balls, and bared his whole package for his little sister to see.

“Oh, God! Would you put that away?”

“No. I want you to know what you do to me. I want you to touch it.”

Paul snatched Virginia’s hand. She didn’t struggle hard enough to pull away, and Paul wrapped her hand around his shaft. “I didn’t do this to you,” she said. “It’s all in your head.”

“It isn’t just in my head. It’s in your head, too.” Paul watched her hand slip down to his balls and up his cock again to caress its smooth cap. “In your head, how many times have we done it?”

“Hundreds of times.” Virginia looked up and her eyes searched Paul’s face. “But in my head, you’re sometimes just every guy. We’ve done it all and sometimes you’re a complete asshole—like now.”

Paul pointed at his sister’s chest. “Show me your tits. Both of them this time.” He wasn’t going to listen to “no,” so Virginia didn’t argue.

“Are you going to look?” Virginia unbuttoned the top button, and then the second. “The first time you touched, but you didn’t even look.” She slid her shirt and then her bra straps off her shoulders and pulled the cups away from her tits. Her breasts were each a beautiful handful, but Paul already knew that.

Virginia looked at Paul’s face and then at his pulsing cock. “What do you imagine when you imagine sex with me?”

“You’re never just every girl. I imagine how you would feel when I hold you, how you would taste, how you would smell.”

Paul wrapped Virginia’s hand around his cock again. She tipped her head back to let him kiss her throat while she stroked him, and he whispered in her ear. “I imagine how it would feel to have you wrapped around me, and to be inside you when you come. That’s about as long as I ever last.”

“Do you ever fuck my mouth?” Virginia hesitated like maybe she wouldn’t go on. “Sometimes in my head, you pull my hair and fuck my mouth.”

“I like your mouth,” Paul said and slipped his tongue between his sister’s lips.

Virginia turned her head and pushed Paul away. “We have to stop.”

“You can’t stop now.” There was an urgent tone in Paul’s voice when he pushed Virginia’s hand down on his cock again. He caught his breath against her throat and clenched his teeth. He groaned in her ear and held her tight while his cum erupted in her hands. “Oh God!” he gasped. “Oh God, Ginny.”

“Jerk,” she said, and pushed away from Paul’s relaxing body. She wiped her hand on his jeans then watched headlights as a car pulled through the parking lot. “You need to take me home. You should’ve taken me home before we got that far.”

Paul sat up, tucked his cock away, and zipped his jeans. “Are Mom and Dad home?”

“Dad had business in San Francisco, and Mom went with him.” She pulled her bra straps onto her shoulders and buttoned her shirt again. “But fuck you, Paul.” She sniffed at his cum on her fingers. “You owe me for that.”

Paul laughed at his little sister as he pulled onto the street, and he let her choose the music while he drove without talking. Dark figures on the lamp-lit sidewalks pulled their jackets and sweaters tight against the cool night air, and dry leaves skittered along the curb as he passed.

He turned into the darkened neighborhood where they grew up, pulled his truck onto the driveway at the old house, and walked around the truck to meet Virginia at the kitchen door. She stopped him with her hand on his chest. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“I owe you, right? Why not take care of it now?”

“Not now, Paul.” She unlocked the door, slipped through, and tried to close it again before Paul could get in. It didn’t work. She talked while she backed across the room. “I just want to get some water and go to bed.”

Paul leaned against the kitchen door to close it and watched his sister get a water bottle from the cabinet. “I don’t think you really know what you want.”

“Maybe I don’t,” Virginia said. She stepped to the sink and ran water into the bottle. “I’m pretty sure that you don’t know what I want either.” She took three steps to the refrigerator and filled her bottle with ice, tugged her cellphone from her back pocket, and waved it at her brother. “I’m going to call someone if you don’t go.”

“I’ll go when we’re even.” Paul pressed Virginia back against the refrigerator door. He opened the waistband of her pants and unzipped them. She tried to push him away when he knelt in front of her and tugged her pants and panties down.

“How do I eat thee?” Paul asked, and studied his sister’s freshly-shaved delta.

“Let me count the ways.

I eat thee with the depth and breadth and height

My tongue can reach.”

Virginia groaned. “Oh God! Barrett Browning is rolling in her grave.” She freed her feet from her shoes and from the clothes around her ankles. “How do I make you leave me alone?” She watched Paul for a moment longer, and she emptied ice and water from the bottle down his back.

Paul gasped and threw his shoulders back while Virginia tossed her bottle at the sink and ran. He stripped his wet shirt off and chased her up the stairs past his old bedroom. She darted into her bedroom. The door slammed, the lock clicked, and Virginia laughed from the other side.

“Gotcha,” Virginia said, and Paul groaned. He turned his back to the door and slid down to sit in the darkened hallway. Virginia stayed by the other side of the door, and the bedroom light clicked on. “Are you just going to sit there?”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Virginia backed against the door and slid down to sit on the other side. “Would you really have gone down on me right there in the kitchen?”

“Sure. Maybe I would have put you on the table to make it easier.”

“We can’t do that, you know?”

“But what’s stopping us?” Paul asked. “We probably shouldn’t do this either, whatever this is.” He listened to fabric rustling on the other side of the door. “What are you doing?”

“Getting ready for bed. Now I’ll have to do it without my water.” There was a second of silence before Virginia asked, “Why?”

“Why would I go down on you?” Paul thought for a moment longer. “Because it’s intimate. I want to smell and touch and taste you. I want to know everything about you.”

“You already know more about me than anyone else—even more than Heidi.”

“I want everything—even your orgasms.”

“You can’t have everything. Do you have your phone?”

“In my pocket.”

Paul’s phone chimed, and he squirmed around to dig it out. He had a message from Virginia, and a picture that showed her reflected in her dressing mirror. She sat naked with her back against the door and one hand between her legs.

His head thumped against the door when he looked up at the ceiling. “Are you getting yourself off?”

“You’re getting me off, and if you shut up for a second it’ll be real soon.”

Paul shut up and listened. He could hear Virginia breathing. She gave him a garbled groan and her head banged against the door beside him.

Virginia was quiet for a moment, and Paul’s phone chimed again. She sent a picture of her fingers covered in thick juice, and she sighed from the other side of the door. “Call us even, let yourself out, and lock the door.”

* * *

Virginia’s phone chimed, and she let go of the spiderweb she’d stretched above the door. She reached into her skirt pocket and shielded the phone’s screen from the late afternoon sun to see who was calling. Her phone didn’t recognize the number and neither did she.

She looked down at her brother, who held the ladder she stood on. “Just a second. I’ll take this.” His eyes were fixed up the skirt of her cute little witch costume, and he was hardly listening.

Virginia nudged Paul’s shoulder with her foot to let him know he’d been caught, and she answered, “This is Ginny.”

“This is Hortense. Do you have a moment?”

“Sure, but how’d you get my number?” Virginia smoothed her short skirt down to cut off her brother’s view.

“I tracked down Dorothy McMann. She gave me your number when I told her that I wanted to invite you to a party for my favorite customers. That’s why I’m calling. She said the kids’ party would be over by nine. We’ll be there to pick you up—you and Paul.”

“That’s cool, but—”

“Ginny, sweetheart, I have to go. We’ll see you at nine.”

Virginia put her phone away and found the spiderweb she’d dropped. “Hortense is going to pick us up after the party and take us to a party of her own. Maybe this is their plan.”

Paul looked up again. “I didn’t hear you agree to that. I thought Vagina would come to my place tonight. I have it to myself.”

“I should’ve asked Heidi to help me. At least she wouldn’t be trying to climb up my skirt.” Virginia fastened the web where she wanted it, and Paul stepped back while she got down. “I didn’t agree because Hortense didn’t give me a chance to say yes or no, but I’m not going to your place either. I told Mom I’d be home about ten.”

Paul’s head jerked around when a neighbor waved from the sidewalk and the giant inflated spider on the roof went into action. He waited until the spider finished its routine. “A text is all it takes to tell Mom that you have a new plan.”

Virginia pushed past her brother to get inside. “The kids will be here in half an hour,” she said. “Just about sunset.”

The kids all arrived at about the same time because the parents were going to dinner together. Dorothy McMann waved as they left, and then Virginia watched over the kids and their games while Paul tended to trick-or-treaters at the door. It was dark and the air was crisp when it was Virginia’s turn to wave goodbye, and she left with a pocket full of cash.

“A limousine?” Virginia asked. “My God, there’s a limo at the curb! I guess Neville and Hortense don’t do things halfway.”

Paul tugged his sister’s arm. “Let’s talk to them long enough to say no.”

They stopped by the limousine and peered inside. The driver’s door opened and a hulk of a man in a dark suit climbed out. He was tall and broad with hardly a neck at all. He walked around the limo, opened the passenger door, and stepped back without saying a word.

Neville and Hortense were both dressed in black and almost hidden in the dim light. Hortense motioned to the driver. “This is Gaston. Get in. It will take a few minutes to get there, and we’ll explain as we go.”

Paul bent over to look inside. “You didn’t give Ginny a chance to say much on the phone,” he said, “but we already had plans. Thanks and all, but maybe another time?”

Neville and Hortense glanced at each other, and Paul pulled Virginia away. Gaston didn’t flinch. He waited by the open door while Paul walked Virginia across the dark street to his truck.

Paul opened the door for his sister and left her to stow her big witch’s hat behind the seat while he climbed in behind the steering wheel. He had his phone in hand when Virginia asked, “Fan mail from some flounder?”

“No. I just told Mom that I was taking you to a party, and you wouldn’t be home at ten.” He turned the key, and lights came on, but the engine didn’t turn over.

“Dammit, Paul! I’ll make my own decisions.” Virginia sat back in her seat and crossed her arms over her chest, and then realized that the truck didn’t start. “What’s wrong?”

Paul turned the key again, but the engine was dead. He slammed his hand on the steering wheel then turned the key one more time before he pulled it and dropped back against the seat. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” He looked across the street to where Gaston still waited by the limo. “I bet they do.”

Virginia rubbed her arms and looked around the neighborhood. “I’m cold. Let’s see what they say.”

Paul stormed across the street and stopped to glance from Gaston to Hortense. If it had been light out, they could have seen that his face was flushed with anger. “Do you know what the hell is wrong with my truck?”

Hortense paused to let Virginia catch up then motioned them into the limo. “It’s warm in here. Sit, and we’ll talk.”

Virginia didn’t hesitate, and Paul didn’t get his answer. She slid across the seat until she faced Neville, and Paul took the seat across from Hortense. The door closed beside him, and the driver’s door closed a moment later. Neville signaled Gaston before he clicked on an overhead light, and the limo pulled away from the curb.

Hortense looked Paul over. “From your body language, I’d guess the party you planned was a party for two.”

“I wanted to spend some time with my sister,” Paul said. He straightened his back and got a good look at Hortense. She wore a thin shawl around her shoulders that she let fall open. Her dress slipped to expose her thigh through a long slit; its bodice hugged her body from her hips to the shelf that supported her bare breasts. Hortense’s nipples looked familiar—they looked like candy.

“His unwilling sister,” Virginia said. She took her eyes off Hortense and scanned Neville. He wore a tuxedo, but his tie was missing and his shirt was open under his jacket. She jerked her eyes up when she found his cock standing up from the pants.

“We’ve been entertaining each other,” Hortense said, and she smiled at Virginia. “Tonight is very important to us. We picked you and your brother for a sacred rite that can only happen on this night once every seven years. Tonight, you can give us back our youth.”

Neville tucked his cock away and zipped his pants. “It’s been thirty-five years since the last time. Good couples are hard to find.”

“We’re not a couple,” Virginia said. “How can we do that? Why would we do that?”

“Why is the easy part,” Neville said. “It’ll be a thrill that you’ll never forget and never regret. When it’s over, you’ll have an influential group of people indebted to you, and we always pay our debts.”

Hortense smiled and finished the answer. “How is more arcane, but you already know how to do your part, and that’s all you need to know. We’ll do everything else.”

Paul sat back in the seat and glared. “I don’t believe any of this. We’re being kidnapped.”

Virginia rolled her eyes at her brother. “Second time tonight for me, and I’m pretty done with you making my decisions.” She looked from Neville to Hortense. “We’ll do it.”

Paul groaned at his sister. “But we don’t even know what it is!”

“It isn’t your idea, and that’s good enough for me.” She watched Hortense adjust her dress to cover her thigh and had a second thought. “This is about sex, isn’t it?”

“It’s about dinner, too,” Hortense said. “The elixir we need—the elixir of youth—is the sweet mélange of your nectar and your brother’s semen. You two will have sex after dinner tonight and you’ll be our personal candy shops.”

Paul laughed without really believing what he’d heard, and Virginia dropped back into the seat. “Eew! But he’s my icky brother!”

Hortense shook her head. “Denial isn’t good for you, sweetheart. Your icky brother is devoted to you, and I can tell how much that excites you.” She reached to touch Neville’s hand. “This is my devoted brother, and he’s excited me longer than you could imagine.”

Paul slipped his arm around his sister. She tried for an instant to push him away before her tense body relaxed against his side. “I’m outnumbered. It looks like the decision’s already made.”

Loose gravel crunched under the limousine’s tires as it rolled to a stop, and Virginia looked up into Paul’s face. “I guess it was good that you already told Mom.”

Paul shrugged. “Yeah, but I liked my plan better. I even put clean sheets on my bed for you.” There was no more time to talk before Gaston opened the door and cold air flooded the limo.

Gaston helped Hortense out of the limo, and Paul followed. She hooked her hand in the crook of his elbow and pulled herself close. Neville helped Virginia out, and Gaston lifted a lamp that hung beside the path. He lit the way, and they climbed a stone stairway to a looming mansion. Neville, with Virginia on his arm, went first. Hortense clutched Paul’s bicep and followed.

Hortense motioned to the door. “This is our clubhouse. Our friends gather here on special nights like tonight. They’re waiting for us now. There will be music, food, and sex for all of us.”

She paused, and their breath swirled in the lamplight. They listened to owls flutter in the trees, and to their footfalls on the stairs as they approached the door where silhouetted figures waited in the windows.

Paul looked down when Hortense tugged on his arm. “You’re mine until the rite begins, and Virginia is Neville’s. You should not speak unless you’re spoken to. We’ll get you ready, and the next time you touch your sister, you’ll both be very excited.”

The doors swung open before Gaston reached them. He extinguished the lantern and hung it on one of the statues that stood inside the windows.

“Is that live music?” Virginia asked, and she covered her mouth. She hadn’t been spoken to. Over the strings came the sound of laughter and the clink of glassware. A woman who looked much younger than Hortense called from a brightly lit hall. “Neville! Hortense! We’re all here now.”

Fabric rustled as she glided across the floor to greet them; her jewels and even the jet-black hair swept up on her head gleamed in the candlelight. Her leg flashed through the long slit in her gown and her breasts moved under a bodice that was never meant to hide them.

Gaston stepped back while Hortense let go of Paul’s arm and held her hands out. “Colette, you still look wonderful,” She took Colette’s hands, kissed her lips, and passed her to Neville.

Colette kissed Neville on the mouth and turned back to Hortense. “I’m so happy for you, and your young couple!” Colette’s perfume gripped Paul’s senses when she stepped close and pressed her body against him. She asked Hortense, “May I?” and Paul flinched when she slipped her hand up under his shirt.

“Don’t be so shy,” Colette said. She smiled at Paul, and her hand explored his chest.

“You’re seated to my right for dinner, yes?” Hortense asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer. “You’ll have plenty of time to get your hands on him.”

A man called Colette’s name, and she glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll see what Martin wants and join you at dinner.”

Colette glided away the same way she’d glided in. Hortense watched as she left and tucked her hand around Paul’s arm. “Elegant, isn’t she? You wouldn’t imagine that she and Martin are older than we are.”

“We have a little time to mingle before dinner,” Neville said. Virginia raised her eyebrows at her brother as Neville escorted her by, and Hortense nudged Paul to follow.

Paul wondered what question his sister asked with that look, and then he heard it—or felt it. The house seemed to throb. At first, he thought it was the cello’s line pulsing below the violins, but it beat on its own like a heart.

Candles burned in candelabras on the walls and on the banquet table in the middle of the room. The light danced off brightwork. It lit men in their tuxedos and women in evening gowns. Voices mingled with music from the quartet playing in the corner, and attendants with their faces hidden under hooded robes brought cocktails and hors d’oeuvres.

“There are ten of us,” Hortense said, as she led Paul around the room. “We’re five couples, but you can’t tell who the couples are while we mingle like this.” Neville stopped Virginia to talk to a man almost his own age. “That’s Henry. His wife is Margot, but she’s over by the quartet with both hands in William’s pants. William’s wife is Marie, and she’s on the other side of the table with Marcel’s tongue in her mouth.” She stopped by a woman and touched her bare shoulder. “This is Denise—Marcel’s wife.”

Denise smiled and kissed Hortense’s lips. “It’s going to be wonderful!” she said and looked Paul over. “He looks so ripe.”

Paul was looking past Hortense, and he tensed when Henry touched Virginia and slid his hand down to her butt. Hortense turned to see what Paul reacted to. “Your little sister is in good hands. You don’t need to protect her.” She tugged on Paul’s arm. “Now come. We’re at the foot of the table.”

Virginia stood with Neville at the head of the table while Paul seated Hortense, and a gong’s distinct ring signaled the guests to find their seats. Gaston stepped back against the wall and hung the hammer beside the gong, and the attendants set bread and dips on the table. They brought a bowl for Paul and a chalice for Virginia.

“This is to make you more eager, and to help you be more productive,” Hortense said. She dipped bread into Paul’s bowl and offered it to him. “Virginia’s drink will do the same for her.” Paul swallowed a bite, and Hortense fed him until the bowl was empty.

Neville lifted the chalice for Virginia to drink. She sampled it and stared into it for a moment before she drained it and set it back on the table. Hooded attendants gathered around her. She kept her eyes on Paul while they took her little costume, and she tried to cover herself with her hands when they left her naked.

Paul looked away while the mute attendants took his clothes. He was naked when he looked back at Virginia, and she dropped her hands so he could see her sleek body. His reaction was a reflex; his nostrils flared as he tried to inhale his sister’s scent from the length of the table, and his cock grew firm.

The gong rang for the next course, and the hooded attendants set the table with bowls of soup while Neville slid his hand up between Virginia’s thighs, and Colette’s fingers toyed with Paul’s asshole and his balls.

Paul watched his little sister and stepped his legs apart to give Colette’s hand more room. Virginia squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples, and he stroked his cock in time with the slow heartbeat that throbbed through the house.

Hortense ran her hand down Paul’s back and slipped her fingers into the crack of his ass. “Sweet Ginny anticipates like you do,” she said. “It won’t be long before she’s yours in the most sexual way.” Paul couldn’t take his eyes off his sister. He’d become Penis, and she’d become Vagina.

The candle flames danced to the music, and the guests touched themselves and each other while they ate. The scent of their excitement hung in the air. None of them were fully clothed by the time the gong sounded for the main course.

Virginia took her eyes off her brother while the table was set with roast beef, and she watched Neville wet her hot button with her own nectar. Paul groaned aloud. Hortense slipped her fingertips along his shaft and made sure that Virginia knew how her brother ached for her.