Shannon Crocus (My Succubus 6 & 7)

VI.

Shannon, relentless,
exploited ev'ry moment,
no matter the danger,
simply to maintain my
hidden obsession with
a girl's body, to touch
    and be touched;

Helpless to cease my
seeking of sexual tints,
beyond the budding
taboo of a sister's touch,
my demon followed me,
possessing girl's near,
    loosening inhibitions.

Strange and unexpected
flirtations would rise and
fall with no repeat beyond
fantasies flashing for a
quick and private stroke;
Shannon's nympho will
    treating me thusly:

Weekend at my cousin's,
we're alone, she's wearing
a spaghetti strap tank top,
overalls and cotton panties,
no bra for small breasts;
I hold her overall straps
    and she drops them;

a small, flawless ass in
white panties walks up
and tickles me until she's
undone my own shorts
and pulled them off, now
we're even-clothed and
    tickling each other;

we go further, she grips
my shirt, I wriggle out to
hold her spaghetti straps,
she strips, we're topless,
giggling, playfully tugging
at each other's underwear
    until we're both nude;

she watches my cock
grow hard and bounce;
I grip the shaft and dare
her to kiss my member;
and now we're playing
naughty kissing games
    as she kneels down;

lips to my tip, she's up,
turns around, it's my turn,
she bends over, treats me
to the naughtiest view of
her pink asshole and her
tight, playful, virgin pussy;
    dares me to kiss one;

I kneel down behind her,
my hands on her cheeks,
lips and tongue touching
and kissing her rear hole,
she moans and laughs,
turns around, I stand up,
    her turn to kiss me;

my shaft is her challenge,
she's eager and kneels,
blessing every inch with
soft kisses up and down,
her hand holding my cock,
extra credit for sliding a
    tongue up the shaft;

she sits, spreads legs
and presents herself,
her pussy my challenge;
on my knees, I kiss her
wet folds, my tongue
sliding upward, inward,
    discov'ring her clit...

Damn you, Shannon,
and ev'ry instance of life
with these feminine wiles,
where taboo bodies tease,
introducing me to new sex,
always shy of insertion,
    never to repeat again.

My succubus to keep;
demon, fiend, catering to
my unclean obsession,
holding virginity hostage
until I'm rendered so weak
I'll plead with my God to
    bless my cock or kill me.

VII.

Like ethereal hot sauce
dashed atop my fantasies,
my demon's meddling
kept a heavy spice amid
my private youthful drive
for more; more girls and
    more nudity, or sex.

Yet, what could a virgin
lacking the social skills
and confidence of peers
do to whet his manhood
outside of the equally
awkward social style of
    his sweet siblings?

Shannon Crocus knew;
she had seen the threads
where, with one pull here,
and with a tug over there,
my demon would have
set a stage for our sin,
    likewise, her release;

Small moments, like
crumbs to the hungry
mice of our young and
horny curiosities, would
feed us, bring us closer,
nearly without hesitation,
    embracing temptation.

Ev'ry time the household
had emptied of all but
my little sister and me,
as if settling into our
natural chemistry, we'd
immediately cling to
    themes of arousal.

Shannon, shadowed and
watching our taboo moves,
like we were actors in an
opening scene of some
poorly produced, ill-themed,
online porn for the skeevy;
    scenes played thusly:

Sister's wearing less if
I'm the only one around,
she's softly massaging
my broad shoulders and
lightly touching my leg,
bending over, catching me
    lusting for her ass;

We're openly paying
attention to each other's
bodies, complimenting
our favorite things, like
her ass and her cleavage,
my forearms and shoulders,
    we call each other sexy;

Sister's sitting on my lap,
we're actually watching
downloaded porn together;
each firm, round cheek of
her ass nestles against
my obviously hard cock;
    this, we don't talk of...

We cuddle on the couch,
my hand holds her hip,
she wiggles her ass and
giggles as her brother's
thick, taboo cock throbs;
I nibble on her neck and
    she squirms for fun.

Shannon's delighted;
yet, for our blatant sin,
an entrenched morality
stays our loins from
finishing these actions;
we flirt like lovers yet
    this we don't talk of.

Alone with my thoughts;
rather, Shannon's seeds
inevitably watered by my
ignorant, compliant hand;
I pray for more, I dare
beg my God to grant me
    sex with my sister.

As though he'd liken my
want to his blessing of
Abram and Sarai's ancient
coupling, a damned and
utterly rejected prayer
from my cocksure teens;
    a prayer I'd peddle...