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As our modern society becomes increasingly urbanized and the overall family structure weaker, we are seeing more and more of the phenomenon known as amorality.
A good case in point is Charles Manson, a person who never learned to distinguish between “good” and “bad”, a person who simply did whatever his whim dictated. The pervasive corruption in high political office today offers another example.
Angie Durham is a child of the present. Living the life of the existential hedonist, she refuses to worry about tomorrow and rarely thinks of the past. Her main concern is for today, and the pleasures it brings. For Angie, sex is the focal point of her life, yet it is also a primarily physical phenomenon, carrying few emotional ties or moral overtones. Sex, to this uninhibited teen-ager, is “good” or “bad” only in the physical sense, not in the moral.
And so Angie has no qualms about seducing her handsome older brother. In fact, to her it seems the most natural and logical act in the world. Nor does Angie leave her quest for new and more exciting sexual experiences at that. Eventually, she widens her range to include a startling array of intimates.
THE BROTHER LOVER — a novel depicting the life style of many in our society. A presentiment of what the future holds. Angie’s story is one which holds a lesson for us all.
Angie could hear him breathing in the shadows. And she twirled to the music, clad only in her skin-tight dance outfit, she felt the desire rise in him. She moved her body now in a slow, sensuous movement to let him see the symmetry of her long, slender legs. She bent her knee and pulled it slowly, slowly, up to her tits, then wiggled her ass demurely and kicked the leg straight up above her head.
The lithe blonde girl turned her back to him and slowly rotated her hips to the music of the stereo, giving him a good look at the firmness of her thighs and the pert excitement of her ass. All the girls admitted she had the most provocative ass in school. She arched her back to let it stick out more invitingly and slowly danced backward to where he hid in the shadows.
She felt the swelling of his cock, his giant cock which strained against its confinement. She heard him catch his breath at the spinning ass-cheeks thrust teasingly in his face. She heard him shuffle his feet as he fought to remain hidden, as he struggled not to rush out and grasp her, pulling her into the shadows with him.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4062 in the original publications (a duplicate).