Incident at Pima Mesa
Copyright© 2004 by Amanda Pierce
Chapter 8
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 8 - Miranda's insatiable carnal desires are unleashed when she is given shelter by a minister and his wife in nineteenth century Arizona.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant Rape Coercion Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Historical Cheating Slut Wife Incest Mother Sister Daughter Cousins BDSM Rough Gang Bang Anal Sex Pregnancy Exhibitionism Slow
Her search for work the next day was fruitless, but, not altogether disappointed, Miranda returned to the Graves house where she found Ellen in the kitchen.
"Ellen, I brought you something," she said handing Ellen a rose bud.
The minister's wife was taken aback.
"For me?"
"Yes, just for you! Don't tell anyone, but I picked it from the neighbor's garden. Wasn't that deliciously naughty?"
They both giggled.
"No one's ever brought me a flower before," breathed Ellen, her eyes misting.
"A beautiful woman should know she is appreciated."
Again the look passed between them and again Ellen averted her eyes as Miranda ran her fingers lightly through Ellen's hair.
Ellen's heart was beginning to race.
"I... I have to take Elijah his supper," she said, grabbing the tray and hurrying out the door.
Later that night, Miranda waited until she heard Ellen's footsteps on the stairs. She opened her bedroom door slightly and stood in front of a full length mirror where she knew she would also be visible from the hallway. She sighed deeply at the moment she knew Ellen would be passing her door.
Indeed, the minister's wife heard the sigh and started to ask if Miranda were all right when she inadvertently saw Miranda through the crack in the door. Ellen was instantly mesmerized by what she saw. Miranda began to slowly and tantalizingly disrobe in front of the mirror. Her hands began to roam over her body as each piece of clothing dropped to the floor.
Ellen started to turn away, knew she should, but her eyes were riveted to the beautiful, mysterious and sensuous woman who affected her so strangely. As she watched Miranda drop her blouse and begin to caress her breasts, Ellen gasped for breath, feeling her own pulse quicken. When Miranda dropped her skirt and petticoat and stood nude, Ellen inched closer to the door, the towels she was carrying spilling silently onto the hallway floor.
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