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It’s been said that every person has some dark passion within his soul — some secret, desire or whim that may never surface to be seen by even the closest confidante. Such a secret can be evil and sinister, or it may be trivial and trite.
In America, such dark passions are easily submerged and hidden by the complexities of modern everyday life. Yet, sometimes dark passions surface — and another Charles Manson, or Lee Harvey Oswald emerges. Sometimes such passions are exposed — and another Watergate or Tidal Basin affair hits the headlines.
SISTER’S SECRET CRAVING is a dramatic representation of a young woman who dares to let her most base desires and passions come to the fore. Cindy Whitehall and her younger brother Jimmy are some of the few who are willing to accept the consequences, be they reward or punishment, for acting out their very personal, very taboo desires, for allowing themselves to be completely liberated.
Their story is a startling insight into the lives of people who dare to let it all hang out.
Cindy Whitehall sighed. She was tired and the day had been a mess. Nothing at the studio went right. She shook some of her long, blonde hair from her oval face and smiled as she put the key in the front door lock. It was good to be home. Her twenty-four-year-old body was relaxing already. She’d have a stiff drink and then hit the sack. God, but she felt horny for some reason. Probably from watching all the models in her studio dressing rooms changing clothes all day long. Their naked, slim bodies, usually tanned and brown, always met with her approval. Her own figure was too full to be a successful model. Her hips flared too wide, and her breasts were too large. She smiled at the thought. She’d never had any complaints from any of the lovers she’d had.
She opened the ornate door to her large home and threw her coat on the nearby chair. She flicked on the living room light and gasped. There before her eyes was her eighteen-year-old brother Jimmy, naked and in the arms of the upstairs maid, Juanita Gonzales.
“What’s going on here?” Cindy screamed.
Jimmy jerked his blond head, bringing his lips from the Mexican girl’s tits. “Sis! You weren’t supposed to be home until after midnight!” he managed to get out.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number CB-4097 in the original publications (a duplicate).