Monaco Jet Set Chronicles

-What are you thinking, ma Valentine chérie? -Well what are YOU thinking, mon prince? -C'mon Val, I asked first... -Well I was thinking what great a gift it is from God to see you pass your hands through your golden hair, lover boy! -I'll keep my hands there if that's where you want them, sugar... -Salaud! - she laughed and jumped to his arms, engaging in a heartfelt kiss. Dawn had arrived to Monaco, and the luxurious Roc Agel Villas' windows were reflecting bright orange rays of primordial sunlight.

-Hmmmmmm - Charlotte moaned as Pierre really moved his finger quick inside her rectum. She wept copiously too - Oh Pierrot qu'est-ce que nous faisons?! -C'est juste le commencement - he said threateningly. Pierre had assumed quite a powerful role, as it was him who was prescruting. He felt like when performing the "security check" on Valentine, which had actually triggered the whole orgy he didn't want to wake up from anymore. -Oh Pierre! As prohibited (sob) as this is to any reasonable being (sob), I want us to go all the way! (cry) - saying this, while sobbing and crying, she tried to spread her legs even further apart. -Well, ma soeur, that is irrelevant... I wouldn't let you drop out anyway. I love you and no part of your body shall be unknown to me! Do you love me too, Charley? - he wiggled the finger, took it out, then poked again strongly - DO YOU? - OOOOOOuch! (copious cry) Of course, bébé, I have always (sob)! and even more since that time when you touched my bare pussy (sob) and I touched your penis, (sob) we were not much older than Louie and Pauley! (sob) BTW I am sure they've never even dreamt of going that far,(sob, aaaaah) but I overheard them talk about "show me yours I'll show you mine" once, in the Algarve! (OOOOOOOoh Pierrot!!!!!!!!!) - Really? The little perverts! - Pierre seemed excited by this, he exchanged hand for mouth and started fondling Charley's inside with his tongue, wet as a Scottish winter. he added: - can't blame Louie, I can tell you Pauline va être one very sexy vixen in her time! - he mentally pictured his 8-y-o cousin in her very tight circus outfit...wish I was the elephant, Pierre thought. - Ah oui! And Louie too! (Charlotte replies, sobs, cries, laughs). But the difference is that their answer to show-me-yours-I’ll-show-you- mine was "NO WAY", whilst we did it, Pierrot! Christ, the children seem more reasonable than us! (Laughs madly) Since the day that Pauvre Papa took me and Andy to Princesse Grace clinic to see you, a newborn, with Maman, I have always loved you! And in recent times, since you started coming of age, I have always regretted that we were too childish and fearful to get on with it that one time three years ago! I adore you soooooo! I'm so happy to participate in your initiation! Je t'aime! Enough to feel that what we're doing now is perfectly normal and desirable! ooh oui oui ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! -

Charlotte was, of course, driven by lust and honest love for her petit brother Pierre. However, this incestuous setting seemed more pure and clean to her that the hideous idea of putting on a sexy show with Thierry for some bodyguard to watch and jerk off! Fortunately she knew Roberto had never ever ever wanted such a thing. But in fact, this was pure love, unlike the almost prostitution scheme in which her coach had tried to make her enroll.

Pierre, however, sensed her hidden "guilt" and decided to exploit it in the most sensual way - ah you naughty girl... ready to be buttfucked by your petit frère who you would do better to educate in pure Christian principles of chastity... you should be punished, ah oui, tu mérites un giffle au cul! - Oh Pierrot, do what you want to do... if you find me of guilt, punish me... Pierre immediately applied a smack on her left asscheek -AAAH Pierrot! - Naughty girl, I love you so! - He said before kissing desperately where his hand had left a red mark. He then repeated the gesture in her right buttock, then kissed, then went to her asshole, which he'd now fallen in love with, and tonguefucked it, sensing the lovely flavor of Charley's sexual fluids (from her nearby wet cunny, which he occasionally fondled) and her hot, down-to-earth, bittersweet, almost animal, anal scent. The red wrinkly ring and the orifice itself surrendered unconditionally to Pierre. -Mon cul est à toi, Pierrot! Have it all!