Michael and Jean kiss.

Neither of them said a word but they both understood what had to happen next. Both Michael and Jean would have done anything to please Cassandra... anything. Even that unthinkable thing that she had suggested.

Jean’s hands rested on Michael’s hips, and Michael’s arms wrapped around her waist. They drew in closer.

Cassandra watched with baited breath, grinning, as the siblings touched one another with such an intimate care. She had three fingers inside herself. It was getting harder and harder by the second to resist the orgasm that her body so desperately wanted.

Jean and Michael’s lips touched. Their heart rates surged, and then again as Jean’s tongue slipped past his lips. He tilted his head, and the brother and sister leaned into each other, connected at last more deeply that should have ever been allowed.

Michael grabbed Jean’s breast, groping it through her swimsuit. He felt her twitch, but she didn’t protest. In fact, her chest swelled, pushing against his as he stroked her nipple through the suit.

“Get his dick out,” Cassandra hissed.