Family Tradition

They led me to her parlor,
I followed in furtive steps,
Both mother and father,
Anxiety within my breast,

For eighteen is a decisive age,
Twins cast into adulthood,
Preordained to turn the page,
Chapter Taboo: secret goods,

She lay upon silken bedding,
A woman, snow-white nude,
Signaled me do my shedding,
Incredibly I felt prude,

My mother's tender parley lent,
Her speech to Papa’s advice,
"Long before sisters were sent,
To inspire brothers and entice,"

“Hot desires, minds demented,
Better consummated instead,
Liberally, not secretly lamented,
Void of remorse and dread!”

Discarding my white robe,
I walked bidden to join her,
Despite the dizzying strobes,
My cock rose in answer,

Sister looked on all mystical,
Ravishing for me, no other,
Intoxicating nightly damsel,
So eager for her brother,

Kneeling upon her bed sheets,
That clasped my hands and knees,
Cock throbbing with heart beats,
So coquettish she, so pleased,

Her tender hold on my dick,
Prompted the required next,
Bade me touch her flower slick,
Eager for our link-up sex,

Courage and primal instinct,
Goaded me to penetrate,
Merging at incest’s brink,
We proceeded to copulate,

Livid her face, my raging cock,
There was no turning back,
Our familiar bodies were locked,
Mid-embrace and carnal attack

Her pussy so wetly discerned,
I pumped nice and deep,
When she winced, concern,
Did evoke some heart-leaps,

Her skilled hand upon my rear,
And soft thighs by my sides,
Dismissed all doubt and fear,
And fanned the flames inside,

In awed silence we expedited,
Our game of lustful worship,
Movements voiced uninhibited,
Indebted to erotic courtship,

Surrendering to notorious tunes,
Of music entrusted along ages,
Wisdom gained, delicious spoons,
Discoveries praised by the sages.