To Maintain Purity: A Call for Focus

To Maintain Purity: A Call for Focus

James had a fixation on his sister's body after her abusive parents gave her a clit shield as a birthday gift.

He knew it was messed up - they were both brought up in a religious family. His sister, whose name was Purity, had never courted attention from boys, always dressed modestly, and never showed any indications of wanting James's gaze.

The bizarre obsession stemmed from a traumatic event at her eighteenth birthday. Their parents, religious extremists, hosted a doctor who fitted Purity with piercings at the top of her vagina and a metal cap that locked her clitoris behind it. This was supposed to protect her from sin and free her mind for womanly tasks like running a household and raising children.

James was forced to witness this procedure. It was performed in her room, covered by a sheet to preserve 'modesty.' He couldn't forget the image of his sister's virgin pubic area, particularly her exposed clitoris.

As he interacted with other girls in college, the memory of her sex - the only one he had ever seen - haunted him. Even though he had relations with multiple women, each one deepened his fascination with his sister's 'promise button.'

He knew that there was a controversial aspect to this line of thought, but he considered it against Purity's life situation. She lived an extremely controlled life, without a husband, boyfriend, or lover. Only him, the odd brother, could ensure her sexual comfort.

Was she truly free from sinful desires? Given that she led a highly restricted life, it was doubtful. But did she have any pleasure? If not, could the shield behind her clitoris possibly be causing her frustration?

Weighing their parent's values against her actual needs, James took the opportunity to act during a vacation - his last before he was expected to settle into a career and find a wife.

❏ Follow this prompt: "James had developed an unhealthy obsession with his sister after their crazy parents had sealed her clit behind a metal plate. He wondered if she was truly devoid of any sexual desire. Desperate to know, he plotted to do something on his next visit home during his last summer vacation before his parents expected him to find a wife. 707 words, dark content rating."

Warning: Incest (brother/sister); commanding consent; religious and misogynist abuse; emotional abuse due to a parent; nonconsensual clit shield piercing; passing mention of female genital mutilation/female circumcision.

Ever since Purity's eighteenth birthday, James found himself captivated by the thoughts of his sister's body.

The two had grown up in a deeply religious family - they'd never so much as used bikinis, let alone flirt with boys. His sister, oddly named Purity, had always favored chastity, neither flirting with boys nor wearing revealing clothes. This obsession had its origins in their parents' manipulation.

On her aforementioned birthday, their religious parents decided that she needed a 'promise button.' A specialized doctor was invited who operated on numerous such families across the country. Purity's promise button consisted of piercings at the apex of her vulva and a lock sealing her clit behind it.

Her parents claimed this was to guard her from iniquity, freeing up her thoughts for loftier purposes - managing a home, raising children, and the like.

Watching Purity's birthday procedure, James remembered the innocence of her pink and supple vagina, her bloodless clitoris exposed. Despite the sheet covering her hips for privacy, there was little it concealed. Memories of this sight lingered, a memory of a virgin laid bare and sealed away.

In college, James found himself losing interest in other women. The crushed flower, his fantasy of his sister's unharmed genitals, always resurfaced.

Having learned more about women's bodies, he wondered about his sister's sexual desires. Was she restrained by the metal shield? Could she find pleasure in her own way?

Because of the lifestyle imposed by their parents, Purity held no husband, no boyfriend, not even a secret lover. She were always a combination of a child and a servant that never left their parents' sight.

Tempted to help his sister, James envisioned a way to find out if the bondage was taunting her. Combating this moral dilemma was his guilt over social taboos - the idea that she had nobody but him to see to her sexual health.

Were her parents' strict control truly for her benefit? Or was she doomed to reside in a completely sexless world? He would decide this when he returned for vacation - his last before meeting suitable women for marriage.

Though compromised, the idea of potentially suffering the consequences was utterly exciting.

Purity's gentle demeanor never failed to amaze. Devoting most of her time to their bedridden mother, she diligently fetched food, replaced bed sheets, and endured her mother's biting words with a saintly demeanor. Whenever James managed to alleviate her of her motherly duties, her deep appreciation was apparent, even if she didn't explicitly express it.

One night, after their mother had taken her sleeping pills and their father had retired to bed, James suggested to Purity that they enjoy an old favorite movie together, like old times. She agreed willingly.

When James proposed cuddling on the couch like children, Purity also accepted quickly.

About halfway through the film, James, with an unusual move, placed his hand on the back of the couch and softly grazed Purity's chest without warning. He brushed her breasts through her clothes and the blanket shielding them both.

"James," Purity laughed, as she turned to face him.

"Hmm?" James mumbled, keeping his gaze on the screen.

Minutes later, she was silent and continued to watch the movie.

James waited patiently, ensuring she was comfortable, before he commenced a light, random stroking of his fingers over the blanket. avoiding any area and providing no pattern, but periodically returning to his estimation of her nipple's location. Moments later, he felt a hardened tip straining beneath the fabric - it seemed to be seeking the sensation, and before long, he could confidently trace the shape of her now erect nipple.

Purity kept still, seemingly trying to avoid demonstrating any response. On occasion, she'd shift her feet subtly, then halt any more movements. A few times, her breath hitched, implying some deep stirring within her core.

Following the film's conclusion, the TV switched to live television, abruptly increasing the volume to an unsuitable hour. James swiftly grabbed the remote to adjust the volume, preventing their startled parents from waking up.

Purity startled at the abrupt noise, causing her to stand immediately.

Before James could even address her, she blurted, "I'll...I must go to bed." And then left speedily.

James initially doubted if he had crossed a line, considering the discomfort she must've felt but not knowing how to express disapproval.

He waited two days before inviting Purity to rejoin him for another movie.

She agreed.

Unwilling to take a chance, James immediately slid his hand over Purity's breasts the second time. This time, he turned his focus to her other, untouched breast; curious to identify whether one side was more sensitive than the other.

Purity breathed more audibly as James' fingers lightly stroked the ticklish bundle of nerves. Stiffening her body, Purity remained focused on the television despite her awareness of his presence.

After nearly 15 minutes of his gentle touches - contemplating whether to swap to the other side again - Purity lifted the blanket slightly.

She hadn't pulled it down completely, just enough to reveal her chest, exposing one less barrier between her and James' hands...enabling him to discover, to his surprised delight, that Purity wasn't wearing a bra.

James paused, attempting to restrain his arousal.

Concentrating on providing her pleasure above all else, he wrapped his face nearer to her, first inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and afterwards, caressing her with gentle kisses to her ear. Once more, the soothing feel of his breath soothed her, and she shivered violently, her toes tangling with the blanket and his feet as she tried to suppress an undefinable sound.

James breathed cautiously, fighting against his rising arousal.

This was for Purity's pleasure. This was to ensure her happiness. I must remain respectful.

"Purity," he whispered softly, so she could hear, and ran his thumbnail lightly over the small nub of her nipple beneath the thin fabric - to which she whined in reaction, her body swaying in an automatic response, her hips seeking something to rub against.

Embarrassed, she turned her head away.

James hushed her and drew her closer, pulling the blanket higher up until it covered her chin, but left his hand underneath it, still teasing her nipple.

"Shh, it's okay. There's nothing to be ashamed of. You spend all day taking care of our mother, don't you? You deserve to have your needs attended to as well."

"James..." she murmured into the pillow without lifting her head, her voice expressing both shame and desire.

"Shhh. Just let me look after you. You can move if you'd like," he whispered inside her ear. "Have I mentioned that maybe you should turn the heat on? This couch, though comfortable, is getting a bit chilly." He noted her slight shivering and began massaging her other nipple with his fingers.

Purity inhaled deeply in response to this new stimulus, her hips convulsing in a sudden roll.

He pressed his lips against her ear gently; a tender kiss to reassure her. Then, slowly not to scare her, he used his knee to widen her legs and placed one of his between hers. He raised the skirt's hem to fully expose his thigh pressed against the unavoidable, seductive heat between her legs, their clothing the only barrier between themselves.

She froze again, her breath becoming more rapid and irregular.

"It's okay," he assured her again, caressing her hip to ease her tension, trailing his thumbnail over her sensitive nipple. "You can move. Nothing's wrong."

By her sudden series of small jerks, he recognized her body's instinctive response to the stimulation. He shifted his finger to trace her other nipple.

"It's okay to move," he urged, his expression self-assured.

Responding to his assurance, Purity awoke again, her hips violently moving, her breaths jagged and hasty. Truth be told, he had a feeling that she had reached her limit but remained conscious all the while.

They came to rest like this, James gently fondling her breasts while Purity danced her arousal on his thigh.

At the conclusion of the movie, James could sense that Purity hadn't reached a climax. It could be hard to tell with women at times, but being so close to her, he knew he would have heard her moan loud and long if so - but her movements had slowed so much she was simply nestled in his arms, quietly.

"Purity," he whispered to the silent woman in his arms as the credits rolled. "The film's over."

"Yes," she said dazedly, responding to his words with surprise. "I should get some rest. Mother gets up so early for breakfast."

"Would you like to...continue this tomorrow night?" he asked her, enquiring about a possible rendezvous.

"Yes!" she nearly jumped out of her skin in response. "Good ideas, James!"

***

The following night, James delved into new depths. No longer content with just teasing her breasts, he delved his fingers into the soft skin of her body, running them down to the areas around her navel that made her shudder and draw in her stomach, then traced her ribs gently to elicit little, mewing groans.

When he gently squeezed one of her nipples between his index finger and thumb, Purity's cry of release forced him to muffle her mouth to stifle her noise. She whimpered against his hand, her hips thrusting madly against his leg.

"It's okay if you make some noise," he crooned in her ear. "It feels nice, doesn't it?"

"Yes," she gasped between pants, her eyes tightly shut as she rode the wave of ecstasy.

James removed his hand from her mouth to allow her to speak. "Have you ever pleasured yourself over there on your...place? Between your legs, I mean?"

"Uh...yeah," she admitted, her cheeks blushing a faint pink. "I put a pillow there."

"Between your legs? So were you rubbing yourself like that before?" he asked, curious.

"Uh huh," she replied with a shaking voice.

"And...did you ever manage to reach your climax that way?"

A look of confusion crossed her face. "My climax? My...I just kind of got tired, eventually."

James thought carefully about how to describe a female climax to his sister - presumably having had little to no sex education - "I mean, how do you know it's time to end?"

"I guess when it feels...good but not so good anymore." Her response was dripping with confusion and embarrassment.

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Do you still want to keep going if you're not exhausted?" he inquired.

"Yes," Purity admitted, her voice now sounding slightly awkward. "Is that bad? Am I...am I being too promiscuous?"

"Absolutely not. There's nothing wrong with you," he comforted his sister, wrapping a reassuring arm around her while also prompting her to continue rocking against his leg. "It's alright. This is all perfectly natural, my dear."

"It isn't," she whispered. "You're my brother. I know this isn't something brothers and sisters usually do, James."

"Perhaps not," he acknowledged. "But our parents have made sure you don't have any other males in your life, so I'll do my best to look after you. You're my sister, and I love you."

"James..." Purity whimpered, and with his choice to wear softer cotton sleeping-pants this time, he felt the tight contraction of her vagina as she pressed back onto him. "I...oh..."

"There you go," he murmured, pressing harder on her hips, allowing her to gyrate against him, her movements nearly frantic. "That's it. I do care for you deeply, Purity, and I want to ensure you're satisfied."

"Uh," she moaned, shuddering through her entire body, and he once again covered her mouth to prevent her from making any noise that could potentially wake their parents.

However, despite the increased intensity of her movements and the cries and groans she uttered, Purity was never able to reach climax that night.

She rocked against his thigh and arched her back, and by the end of the film, there was no sign that she'd experienced the orgasm James eagerly wished to give her.

"We can continue if you'd like," James suggested as the credits began to roll.

Purity breathed heavily into his hand, then shook her head.

"I'm tired," she admitted when he took his hand from her mouth. "Is it...am I doing something wrong? You seem dejected."

"No, you're doing everything correctly," he assured her. "Go to bed. We'll watch another film tomorrow night."

***

At dinner the following evening, James caught Purity finding it difficult to maintain eye contact with him - or else she would steal a prolonged glance when he wasn't looking, quickly looking back down at her plate when his gaze met hers, her cheeks flushing red.

***

As they settled into the living room, James whispered quietly into Purity's ear, "I'd like to try stimulating you between your legs this time. Under your underwear."

"Oh," Purity breathed, shuddering. "Yes. Alright."

"You seem anxious."

"Yes," she declared. "But I trust you. And...and...I've thought about it, too. The way your fingers touched me last night..."

James groaned silently at his sister's confession, and he slipped his hand beneath the waistband of her skirt then under her panties.

She shuddered as soon as his fingers brushed against her vagina's surface, demonstrating an extreme sensitivity - and not surprising considering she was now twenty-two years old and had yet to achieve climax, despite her evident sexual longing. As his fingers parted her folds and found the wetness within, she moaned into his hand and pressed it against her mouth.

He initially focused on softly massaging her labia for quite some time first, ensuring she was relaxed and not nervous, then she became soft and malleable except for her thighs and her core where she probably felt her intense desire most keenly.

James had no plans to disappoint her.

He deferred to manipulating her labia for extended periods of time initially, until she no longer strained and fretted but instead went limp against him - aside from the tension in her thighs and her core. From there, his fingers began to trace intricate patterns on the underside of the swollen, delicate skin of her labia.

She whimpered and squeezed her thighs tightly around his hand, her breathing jerking and uneven as she moaned softly, blanketed by his touch.

"That's it," he murmured, speaking softly into her ear. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Yes," she breathedshuddered, clutching her thighs together, and he felt a burst of moisture as her body spasmed suddenly, releasing the fluids her body had been eagerly creating to welcome something within.

James didn't want to disappoint her in the slightest.

He persisted in working her labia gently for many minutes thereafter, until he was convinced she was no longer tense and uneasy but instead had transformed into a jelly-like consistency - with the exception of the tension in her thighs and her primary sexual center where she most felt her insatiable yearning.

When she had entirely loosened up, James's fingers moved to her clitoris beneath the piercing. He probed her as he masturbated her, surveying her reactions - and the wetness she exuded - until he felt confident he could satisfy her.

James didn't plan to fail.

He began to gently caress her clitoris beneath the shield, adjusting his touch to what he felt was best as he sought to fulfill her needs.

"I'll use my fingers," he whispered slowly, avoiding any specific details that could cause undue anxiety.

Her moan was almost hysterical.

When James touched Purity's virgin area with his finger, she gasped and wriggled, but then calmed down again, demonstrating her faith in her brother's promise. James kissed her ear and kept circling for a while, gently caressing the sensitive entrance. Next, he slipped just the tip of a finger inside her.

By that point, she was shivering and whispering softly, and his hand was completely soaked. Since he hadn't placed Purity on his lap this time, the curve of her backside was rubbing against the firm protuberance of his erection, confined as it was in his sweats.

He deliberately ignored the sensation and focused on massaging his sister, on discovering her sensual, anxious body.

He inserted his finger deeper into her and started rocking it in and out, creating soft, wet noises that accompanied Purity's pleasurable gasps.

"Uh, uh," Purity whimpered into his hand, tense. "James--that's, I--oh--!"

"It's okay, I've got you," he consoled her, maintaining the same rocking rhythm. "Do you feel it approaching? That peak?"

"I don't know...," she stammered faintly, then trailed off, breathing hard and hot and quick against his palm.

He persisted in his efforts to make her climax for several extended moments, attempting to stimulate her consistently enough to achieve orgasm.

Yet, long minutes passed, and her gasping slowed to painful whimpers. She squirmed uneasily against him.

"What is it? Talk to me, Purity," he said, removing his hand from her mouth and pausing his fingers for a while.

She whined when he did. "It's so hot inside me, so...I require something, James, I don't understand..." Suddenly, her eyes filled with tears. "It's this pulsating, James--under the shield, the button, I can feel it...swelling, pushing against the metal...I can barely tolerate it, I know you can't touch there but I want it! I have dreams about it, about–being touched there, rubbed–!"

"Shh," James silenced her, kissing her cheek and brushing his fingertips against her lips. "I'm sorry, Purity. I'm sorry. Our parents committed a heinous act on you, by hiding your clitoris away like that. But there are alternative methods."

"Alternative methods?" Purity asked in a small, tearful voice, her lips touching his fingers.

"The part under the shield is actually just the tip of your clitoris. There are parts of it that reach into you," he revealed, and inserted his finger again, stroking along her writhing internal muscles. "I can help you feel good by locating those areas."

"Please, James, please," she begged. "I feel like I'm going insane, like there's a raging fire burning inside me!"

"I know. Shhh," he comforted her, and inserted a second finger inside, stroking slowly in and out of her. He removed his fingers from her lips and held his whole hand against hers when she released a loud groan. "Hush, I know, hush..."

He removed his fingers from her and stroked until he located her g-spot, spongy and engorged with her desire. When he rubbed there, her limbs quivered and her stomach jerked, her breaths came in quick, sharp gulps; when he stopped, she let out a pleading whine and ground her hips against his palm. Her body produced small gushes of fluid, facilitating his fingers' movements.

However, despite his efforts, even after thirty minutes, Purity hadn't yet attained orgasm. And he could see in her movements that she was starting to tire, a hint of pain appearing on her face when his fingers moved quickly within her.

"Stop," she begged, her voice weak and despondent.

James wanted to debate, but he lacked the justification to continue fingering her after her request, so he took his hand away.

She sighed with disappointment and stayed in place for a moment, squeezing her legs and rocking her hips against empty space, her delightful face etched with distress.

"We can keep trying," he murmured softly. "If you're hurt, maybe a break..."

"No. I don't know..." Purity hesitated, her hands grasping the blanket tighter, then she said, "I don't know...if I can. With our parents in the house. I felt something approaching, but...but I couldn't, I was so scared of them entering and seeing me–like this."

Purity declared right away, "I don't want this to end." She begged, "James, please! I'm sorry I can't reach the pinnacle like you desire, but this is..." She continued, "I've never felt anything better than this before..."

James consoled her, "We don't need to stop if you don't want to." He encouraged, "Just tell me what you want to do. Whatever you desire."

It appeared that Purity pondered this for a moment. Instead of speaking, she took his still wet hand that held the juices of her arousal and guided it up under her shirt, to her breasts. She inquired softly, "Can we have more of this?" she asked, almost whispering. "For right now?"

"Of course," he answered, pressing a gentle kiss to her ear, and subsequently massaged her breasts, his fingers swirling around her nipples.

Before the movie ended, he reinserted his fingers into Purity twice more at her behest; after sufficient stimulation on her nipples, she started pleading for more, spreading her legs and fiercely rocking on his hand. However, she didn't achieve orgasm.

James experienced it the last time, that final time: the manner in which her body began to quiver and stiffen up around his fingers, the minuscule ripples of a woman's body gearing up for climax--yet each time, she tensed up and resided at the brink, haphazardly rocking and moaning and finally stepping back without fulfillment, in spite of him gripping his hand firmly against her mouth and ensuring their folks wouldn't hear a peep.

Purity was still in high spirits when the movie ended and she retired for the night. Between the siblings, James seemed the more disappointed with the roadblock.

He contemplated on it as he lay in bed that night-after hastily reaching his climax on his own-and questioned whether he should accept things as they were, as Purity seemed content. Perhaps it would even be gentler to not introduce her to the blissful feel of orgasm, due to the possibility of her never easily attaining it, particularly by herself.

Conversely, he couldn't convince himself to relinquish his objective. He was dedicated to fulfilling Purity's needs, and, he was determined to be the one who initiated her first climax.

He craved to witness her euphoric expression as she peaked with him by her side. He yearned to hear the sounds she'd make, perceiving the glimpse of ecstasy on her face, both sensual and heartfelt, as she fell to pieces.

Maybe, if James were less self-centered, he would have been satisfied with procuring her a vibrator capable of accomplishing the task. He couldn't deny that a sturdy external vibrator could undoubtedly surpass the shield. But he craved her pleasure to be connected to him, for her to comprehend his sibling affection and dedication.

So he devised a strategy.

Fortunately, Purity had a summer birthday.

Regrettably, the special day was still three weeks off.

He set the initial steps of his plan into action anyway, informing both his parents that he was contemplating an afternoon picnic for Purity's birthday. It would provide her with a break from the house.

Their mother required persuasion. She had developed an obsessive habit of needing Purity by her side, demanding her attention incessantly. James successfully convinced her by informing her that she could invite some women from church who he suspected she considered as acquaintances.

He couldn't vouch for the genuine friendship between the women, as it seemed his mother was not a prominent figure in their lives. However, he persuaded the women to partake in the event by highlighting Purity's kindness and eagerness in caring for their aging mother.

He divulged none of his intentions to Purity. He longed to surprise her.

For the next three weeks, Purity and James spent each night together. His plan began to take form-James became more accommodating in his pursuit of Purity's satisfaction, although he didn't lose sight of his ultimate goal.

The closest he accomplished was a week before her birthday. Purity was lying beneath him on the couch, and had granted permission to penetrate her with three fingers. He was kneading her thoroughly with three fingers against that sensitive bulge inside of her, his weight on her hips, leaning over to suck on one of her breasts he had exposed from her loose T-shirt. His other hand, as normal, was covering her mouth to try and quiet the frantic sounds she made as her slender frame heaved and perspired beneath him. Everytime he gazed at her face, her eyes were unfocused, and her pupils dilated.

He curved his fingers upward to exert more power against the g-spot while lifting his thumb to push against the shield, exerting pressure beneath it. [

Purity yelled out in surprise, her lower body lifting off the sofa as she thrust into his hand, each muscle in her body tensing.

James held his breath, feeling her virginal opening grip his fingers so tightly -

A loud creak came from the hallway as their parents' bedroom door opened. "James? Purity?" their father asked.

Purity's eyes widened with fear and she kicked James.

He hastily removed his fingers from her and jumped off the sofa, covering her with a blanket to hide her disheveled appearance, then wiped his wet fingers on his own sweatpants as their father's heavy steps approached.

"Sleep," he whispered to Purity, pointing to the back of the sofa for her to roll over and hide her flushed face and frightened expression.

She quickly understood what he meant and rolled onto her side, hugging a throw pillow to her chest and hiding her face.

James sat in an armchair across the room, grabbed another pillow, and placed it in his lap - not the most subtle way to conceal his throbbing erection.

Their father entered the room, looking groggy and half asleep. He glanced at Purity on the sofa, and then at James. "Everything alright? Thought I heard some kind of noise."

"Just the movie," James said, grabbing the remote and turning down the volume.

Their father grunted, then looked at Purity again. "Is your sister asleep?"

"I think so. I was just thinking of waking her and sending her to bed."

"Good idea. Not ladylike to sleep in the living room," he muttered disapprovingly.

"Yeah, right," James said. "I'll take her to bed. Sorry for waking you."

Their father grunted again, looked like he was considering going to wake Purity himself to scold her, but then he turned away and went back to their bedroom.

James sat and stared at the TV, trying to ignore the rapid beating of his heart in his groin as he listened to his father use the bathroom and then wash his hands for what felt like an eternity before finally - finally - he closed the door again, leaving the two of them alone.

When James tried to rejoin Purity on the sofa, she shook her head, sat up, and pushed him back. He could tell how close she was - her eyelids fluttered and she squirmed as she sat up, as if simply the pressure of the couch against her sex was almost too much - but she whispered, "I'm going to bed."

"Purity -"

"I can't, James, you know he'll come check again if I don't!"

"I could go with you," he offered, filled with anguish as he heard the tearful frustration in her voice. "We don't have to stop yet."

Purity squirmed again, and a desire filled her face, but then she shook her head. "No. It's my fault, I was too loud. You can't make me - make me feel that much, I can't keep quiet."

"You deserve to feel good," he insisted.

"It's not about what I deserve, James! I can't - they'll know if they hear me, and they won't understand, they'll think I'm too old for this, we've got the promise ring!"

As she'd predicted, the door to their parents' room opened again, their father poked his head out, and quickly put an end to their whispered exchange.

James sighed, then held out his hand. "Okay, then. Time for bed."

Purity let him help her stand and hobbled down the hall with him, keeping the blanket wrapped around herself to hide her crumpled clothes and the unsteadiness in her walk.

***

Later that night, James thought back to that moment: Purity's body straining into his, the fear in her voice when she was about to climax, the way her sex clenched so tightly around his fingers.

He thought about whether she was having difficulty sleeping now, whether she had a pillow between her legs to hump, as she'd mentioned. She'd be so wet, there'd be no way to avoid leaving a damp patch on it.

He came so hard into his hand that he was reeling from it.

***

They were more cautious afterward, at Purity's insistence.

A few days passed before she allowed James to touch her once more. She merely desired for him to caress her breasts underneath her shirt only while she pushed her aching sex against his leg.

He could perceive the change in her: the urgency in how her hips moved, the heightened tension in her stomach, akin to the orgasm that nearly came had remained lodged inside of her and wouldn't leave her alone.

During the day, she appeared more distant, and James frequently overheard their mother reprimanding her for being preoccupied. She eschewed sitting on hard chairs, and initially, James thought it was because she disliked the sensation or the pressure - until he inadvertently observed her chair at the dining table after dinner, and noticed the moist patch left behind due to the wetness trapped between her thighs.

She caught him gazing and promptly pushed the chair in to hide the seat, her cheeks blushing.

James had exhibited immense patience while awaiting Purity's birthday. The day arrived and he had exhaustively run out of it.

He breached their parents' room just after seven and stood in the doorway, observing as Purity arranged five separate dishes in front of their mother for breakfast. The woman would only ever consume one or two of them, but she always insisted that Purity prepare all five, 'just in case'.

"Are your friends here yet?" their mother demanded.

"They'll be here soon," James said.

"You can't take her until they arrive," she reprimanded.

Purity gazed up, bewildered. "Take me? Take me where?"

"You'll be fine on your own for half an hour, won't you, mother?" James asked, sauntering into the room to lay a hand casually on Purity's shoulder.

Purity twitched, as if concerned her response might be too evident, but their mother didn't give them a second glance, busy berating him.

"If I try to get up and fall, I could die before they get here."

"Then don't attempt to leave the bed," James suggested, flashing his customary charming grin that typically won their mother over.

She scowled at him, but relented. "Fine. Help me use the bedpan first, then."

Purity shooed James out of the room for that task, which took so long that by the time they departed, the initial visitors of the church women were already pulling into the driveway. James guided Purity out of the house through the kitchen to evade them, as he realized his nerves couldn't withstand another fifteen minutes of small-talk and birthday greetings.

"Where are we going?" Purity enquired, peering curiously at the basket that James plucked from the back porch.

"I'm taking you on a picnic," he told her. "For your birthday."

Purity furrowed her brow as he loaded the basket onto one of the ATVs they owned for traversing the wooded paths surrounding their home. "You know I loathe those. Can't we walk?"

He encircled her waist and drew her near to the vehicle, leaning in to whisper in her ear while he did. "There's only so far we can travel on foot. I intend to take you far enough that you won't have to worry about anyone overhearing us."

Shudders rippled down Purity's frame - the first from the tickle of his breath against her ear, but the second, he presumed, from the innuendo in his statement.

She was silent for a while, but then she finally nodded. "You'll have to teach me how to ride it."

"I'll be glad to instruct you in everything you need to know," he assured her, and then helped her climb on before handing her a helmet.

As soon as he climbed in front of her and started the engine, he felt her respond, her whole body going rigid in response to the vibrations from the seat. He didn't comment, simply drove them towards one of the trails that penetrated deep into the forest.

They journeyed for approximately half an hour. He could've reached the destination more swiftly had he driven at his usual speed, but he didn't want to frighten Purity; moreover, he was fairly confident she was enjoying the ride. As they delved deeper into the forest, the trees provided adequate seclusion, and Purity rocked and wriggled in her seat, shifting her hips back to grind against the vibrations pulsing through the vehicle.

At long last, he parked off the trail and pulled up to a small glade. A camping hook-up supplied a faucet with running water should they required, and the dense trees around them offered ample privacy.

When James switched off the ATV, Purity emitted a slight sigh of regret. He smiled and reached back to squeeze her knee, then discarded his helmet before turning to face his sister.

"Are you hungry? Or do you wish to open my birthday present first?"

Purity bit her lip and stared at him, her eyes as wide as saucers as her face turned a bright red. She must've realized she was still wearing her own helmet since she struggled to take it off, leaving her hair a mess. "What's my gift?"

"What do you think it is?" James joked, hopping off the ATV as he spoke and grabbed the basket. He carried it out into the open area.

Purity stumbled along after him, weaving her way across the ground. Was it the short heels her parents insisted she wear that made it difficult to walk on the uneven forest floor, or was it the vibrations from the ATV that disrupted her balance? It probably was a combination of both.

James set the basket down and reached for the large blanket, spreading it out on the grass. "So, any guesses? We're out here alone, no one for miles..."

"Just tell me!" Purity blurted out, her cheeks flushing even brighter with an tinge of embarrassment. "I don't know anything about this!"

"I'm sorry." James said quickly, wrapping his arms around her.

Purity hesitated for a moment, understanding their limited opportunities for closeness. But eventually, she let herself be hugged, snuggling up against his body and resting her head on his shoulder.

He stroked her back soothingly. "I'm not messing with you, I was just trying to see if there was anything specific you were hoping we'd be doing. You know, something you'd thought about."

"Oh." Purity was quiet for a moment before shaking her head, pressing her cheek against his. "I don't know...I mean...you didn't give me time to plan for this."

"Fair enough." He said, sliding his hands up under Purity's shirt.

Purity tensed, but when he replaced his lips against her ear, she softened. "Should we start with what I had planned? You can tell me if you want to change anything?" he asked inside a hushed voice.

Purity nodded.

James pulled her towards the blanket. "Lay down and make yourself comfortable. Take your shoes off, we don't want to track dirt onto the blanket."

Conforming, she kicked off her shoes and sat on the blanket, then glanced at him nervously. "Should I take off...anything else...?"

"Only if you want to." He said, crouching down and rummaging around in the basket, pulling out another blanket. "--If you want to stay covered up."

"Oh," she said, her voice filled with shock and relief, and she eagerly took the blanket.

With careful movements, she disrobed, discarding her shirt and bra on the other side of the picnic blanket. Then, self-conscious, she looked up at James, biting her lower lip.

James undressed as well, exposing his torso to the sun, hoping to measure up to the expected standards since he knew she wouldn't have anything to compare him to.

Purity was staring at his chest with wide eyes, admiring his pecs and biceps. He wasn't an athlete, but he kept in good enough shape.

Taking off his shoes, he positioned himself on his knees on the blanket next to Purity. "Lay down," he instructed her.

She complied and lay in the center of the picnic blanket. When he tugged on the throw-blanket, she blushed but allowed him to raise it just enough so he could slip underneath. Straddling her hips, his chest soaked in her warmth.

"What now?" Purity uttered, her voice barely audible.

"Let's start with what I had planned," James said, leaning in for a kiss.

Purity gasped as his lips touched hers. For a second, she froze; he didn't want to proceed if she wasn't ready.

Then, little by little, her movements became more relaxed, and she welcomed his advances.

With his tongue, he explored her mouth, exploring the sensitive skin on the roof. Purity gasped again, through her nose this time, then moaned into the kiss. She lifted her knees, trying to wrap her legs around him.

"Mm-hmm," he hummed approvingly, rubbing his thumb over her nipple until she started to shiver. He reluctantly dragged his lips away from hers and whispered in her ear, "I just want you to relax today, Purity. I'm gonna take care of you. There's no one around to bother us, no one to hear you. You can make as much noise as you want, okay?"

She nodded as he spoke, her breath getting heavier. He had planned for more foreplay, but the ATV ride had affected her more than he thought - and him too, the wild urge that had overtaken him now that he had Purity beneath him, soft and welcoming.

He slid down under the blanket. Keeping his hand on the nipple he was playing with, he shifted his mouth to her other breast, running his tongue along the neglected nipple there.

"Ahh," his sister gasped, her body pushing up under him and her hips rocking. "J-James..."

"Mmm?" he asked, but she didn't have any more words. He pulled that nipple between his lips and gently sucked it, and soon Purity was rolling her body under him, searching for something to grind into.

He switched his mouth to her other nipple, and put his hand instead between her legs. Purity let out a stuttering moan when he pulled her skirt up, her thighs opening. James moaned when his fingers found the wet fabric of her underwear. Her panties were soaked, so wet that he imagined she must be uncomfortable wearing them.

He kissed her other nipple, and then lifted his head, pulling the blanket back to look at her. "I'm gonna take these off of you, alright?"

Purity looked at him with an unfocused gaze, her expression one of undisguised sexual need. It took her a moment to understand what he was saying, but she finally nodded. "And...and the skirt, if you want."

"It might be complicated," he admitted. "I think I'll just push it up?"

"Okay."

He quickly ducked back under the sheet and pressed some kisses to his sister's shaking stomach, before hiking up her skirt and pulling her wet panties down. After a bit of wrangling, he managed to get them free of one leg and mostly out of the way on the other, until they were dangling from one of her ankles.

Then he ducked down further, and finally got his face where he wanted it: between his sister's legs.

The smell of her arousal was powerful under the blanket. The dim light filtering through cast a soft, pleasant shadow over her most private place, but he could see that she was wet and open, her body ready to be taken. He could see the glint of the metal over her clit, too, sealing away that lovely little organ their parents considered sinful.

James kissed the soft flesh of one of Purity's thighs, and her whole body trembled, her hips lifting as if to offer herself to him. She was so wonderfully responsive to his touch.

He leaned in and kissed higher, towards his goal, his cheek brushing against the damp lips of her sex.

Purity asked a question, but it was cut off by a shocked exclamation as James pressed his lips directly to the soft, damp flesh of her cunny. Despite her confusion, her body clearly knew what it wanted, and her hips lifted again, encouraging him.

He obeyed the silent request and pressed his tongue into his sister's body, tasting her sweet, wet hole.

"OH! Oh, James--James--!" Purity cried, her body writhing and undulating, first humping towards him and then pulling away, as if the stimulation was overwhelming.

He gripped her hips gently and started working his tongue in and out of her, moaning at the taste. Her legs kicked and jittered over his shoulders like she had lost control of her body, the way her sobs became needy, almost animal yelps, the pleasure was so intense she couldn't help but scream.

He licked her for as long as he could, savoring the taste and feel of her tight, quivering cunny, how her body responded to his tongue, the way her legs kicked and jittered over his shoulders. Then, finally, he pulled back, feeling a slight regret.

"No, James," Purity pleaded in a shy, vulnerable voice. "Don't stop. I need...I need more. Please don't stop?"

"I know," he affirmed her, panting lightly as he pressed his lips against her thigh, leaving a trail of her own liquid behind. "I know. Just be patient. I'm going to give you more. I'm going to give you all you need, Purity."

"Please, please," she begged, her voice cracking as she sensed herself on the verge of tears. "I feel so full inside, like I might burst...it's throbbing...will you put your fingers? I'm so empty, please?"

"Hold on for a moment," he reiterated, squeezing her hips briefly before letting go to grab at his pants.

She let out a breath and took another one, and he swiftly pulled down his trousers and his underwear to his knees.

Purity released her breath and inhaled deeply again, and he fished a condom out of his pocket before tearing open the wrapper with his teeth. Rapidly, he rolled it onto his erect member.

As she inhaled for a third time, he climbed onto the bed, catapulting out from under the sheet, staring intently at her flushed, sex-fogged face.

"Please," she panted out as she exhaled, shaking her head feebly. "James, I feel like I'm going crazy!"

"Shh. It's nearly here," he soothed her, gripping her hips firmly to keep her steady, guiding his prick into her.

When the head nestled against her slick, wet sex, her eyes widened, and her entire body jerked, her hand letting go of the sheet to grasp his arm. "James--!"

"I'm wearing a condom," he assured her. "We're completely safe. And remember you took my fingers so beautifully the other day, it'll hardly hurt, just a bit of a stretch--"

"Yes! Yes, yes, please!" she cried out, making random movements as she freed herself from his grip and thrust herself onto him.

"Shit," he cursed, grabbing her hip to steady it. "Slow down, Purity. Be careful. Ah, fuck..."

She jerked her hips around erratically, breaking free of his grasp and impaling herself on the head of his cock.

"Fuck...James...!" he breathed, gripping her hip again to steady her. "You took my fingers, you did it perfectly."

She shivered and tensed again, her eyes rolling backward as sexual sensations coursed through her body.

"Okay," he gasped when he could finally breathe again. "Move slowly, Purity. Just...relax. Allow me..."

While he spoke, he continued to move his hips, sliding into her body slowly as she relaxed with an almost surprising ease. He slid into her more deeply than his tongue, and he thrust into her, calling forth sensations she'd never known existed.

Purity's mouth fell open with a gasp, her eyelids fluttered rapidly as she felt unbelievable pleasure moving through her.

"Uh...," Purity whimpered when he pushed in farther, her nails clawing at her blankets. "James..."

James leant in, marrying his lips to hers, his body heaving and rocking into her. "Yes...Yes, Purity. You're doing so well...it feels good, right?"

She nodded, panting and gazing up at him, wide-eyed and stunned.

He rocked his body against hers, plunging his cock deep within her and letting his sinewy physique grind against her pulsating body. "Yes...Yes, Purity. You feel that? You feel my cock inside you? This is what your body was made for, to connect with a man in this way. This is what you've been craving, wasn't it?"

"Yes," she mewled, breathless and desperate. "Yes, yes...please, James, please...!"

"All right," he gasped, kissing her rather intensely. "That's it. You're doing so well. You're feeling the joy of sex."

He braced himself above her and began to thrust with controlled movement, joining their bodies in a primal dance, tearing from the image of innocence their parents had portrayed of her and reducing her to pure, unashamed, raw, physical pleasure.

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Her only response to his words was a desperate cry, her body trembling beneath him as she tried to match his movements.

As the pace intensified, he thrust inside her with long, deep strokes that glided through her wetness effortlessly. The cries intensified, until she was shouting incoherently. The muscles of her sex contracted around him, her body rising up.

"That's it," he groaned. "Purity, you're almost there, right? Do you feel the adrenaline building?"

Purity's reaction was wild, her grip on his arm tight enough to leave a bruise. He didn't care. He couldn't take his eyes off hers, leaning in close enough to share breath and see the intensity in her gaze, the dilated pupils as her eyes flicked between his face and the sky above him.

"James," she pleaded, her voice nearly frightened.

"Relax," he panted, talking even as he maintained the rhythm that propelled her towards ecstasy. "Let your body do what it needs to do. It'll feel amazing, I swear, I'll always look after you--"

"James, James--!" Purity cried, then her body arched violently before any sound could escape her. She gasped the shape of his name again, but it was only an indistinguishable squeal as her body endured a monumental orgasm.

James felt himself buried deep within her, feeling it everywhere: the contractions of her pussy around his cock, the powerful shaking of her body. It flowed into the very depths of his soul, his heart pounding as if he too was climaxing. The unintelligible sounds of bliss escaped her lips and burned themselves into his memory, imprinted on the experience of seeing her untouched virgin clit hidden at eighteen.

"Good," he grunted, gasping for breath in between. His breathing returned briefly to normal as he continued grinding his hips into her, forcing his cock to rub into the quivering depths of his sister's body. Purity twitched beneath him, apparently caught in the trancelike aftershocks of her orgasm.

James groaned with the force of his orgasm, which struck him without warning as he found it impossible to maintain his own rhythm. His trembling hands clenched the bedsheets until his knuckles turned white.

***

At some point during his reverie, James became aware of having landed in a mess on Purity.

"Sorry," he gasped. Again, he wondered if he'd only been out for a few moments.

Purity hummed in response, her dimmed consciousness.

He pushed himself up with shaky arms and drew his now-flaccid cock from between her thighs.

Purity's head flopped to the side and her eyes rolled closed. As soon as he laid down next to her, though, she curled towards him.

"Alright?" he asked softly.

"Mmhmm," she replied happily, settling against him.

James pressed his lips to her forehead and took in a deep breath of her scent.

At the back of his mind, he'd been terrified of this step. Terrified, even. What if, after all of that, he'd lose interest? What if all this had just been a perverted fascination with or a mere desire to deflower her? He didn't know how he could handle life if he no longer desired Purity now.

But the anxiety vanished completely under the sunlit blanket. Her scent still lured him, her warm, relaxed body still comforting. Despite having witnessed her climax, his need to drive her there again had even increased.

Instruction:At that moment, you start feeling sleepy and your eyes get heavier.

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As his body calmed down, James saw that he had latched onto Purity, her soft frame nestled against his hardened one. Feeling her weight on him, he took a deep breath, inhaling her scent one last time. He pulled her close, their bare skin brushing in their comfortable silence.

At the very back of his mind, he contemplated if her response to his lovemaking would affect him. But being snuggled into her form, smelling her uniqueness, and feeling their shared warmth caught in the blanket revived his bond with her, powering up his wishes to make her cum once more.

James slept peacefully, succeeding in not losing his desire even in the afterglow of their bonding.

Would you like me to develop this further? How about Purity's reaction in the morning? Do you perhaps have another section where James talks about his fears of losing his feelings for her? Or perhaps you're looking for a different feel altogether? Let me know, I'm open to any suggestions.

James was already considering if Purity would join him for another climax before they had to return home. Despite his spent dick, he knew he would recover the sensation in his appendage in due time.

The problem was what to do next. Could he leave Purity with their parents for the rest of her life while he attended his final academic units at school? Could he, without guilt, make her watch him seek out another partner, enter into marriage as anticipated by their parents? And what about Purity's fate? I imagined her being given in marriage to someone selected by our parents, someone who might not understand her pleasure button's significance, someone who could care less, maybe even not grasp how to ensure her well-being as she deserves.

But if our parents weren't around, if I could take control of her care...if we had the house to ourselves and only be accountable to each other...

James' grip tightened as he envisioned this scenario, their happiness growing stronger on each thought. Purity breathed contentedly on his chest, whispering "I love you, James" into him.

He responded softly, "I love you too, Purity."

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