Let's Train Heroine - Chapter 445

Chapter 445: Heroine’s Husband with His Sister I
Lucan and Sarina spent a lot of time together, and they had a threesome with Katie, and even went on a trip, just Sarina and him. They enjoyed a lot, doing all sorts of things, and at one point they even decided to have a baby but they decided to hold it until Leira became 18 years old. Until then no baby.

At this time, Lucan also thought that it would be better o have only daughter, since he had relationship with his mother, he knew that incest might spread to his children, so if he had son and daughter then incest would be bad for them, and he doesn’t want that to happen with them. After all, at one point he had to tell or they will figure it out themselves that Lucan, Sally and Eloise were siblings. This might simulate then for incest. Lucan incest were only with Sally and Eloise, he would never have any other incest, like his mother or his daughters.

So, he decided that he would only give a daughter. However after spending a lot of time with Sarina, he thought that it was time to spend with Sally.

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“Lucan, what time is the reservation again?” Sally called out, pushing strands of straight black hair to the side to better adjust one of her new sparkling earrings.

Lucan popped his head round the bathroom door and took a moment to admire his sister’s beautiful features before responding.

“Eight thirty, so no rush sweetie. I go over things with Lisa, and then we can head out once you’re ready,” he said with a hint of mischief.

Sally caught the playful grin in the reflection before it disappeared, and smiled.

‘Oui,’ she nodded.

With a final approving glance at the diamonds dangling from her ears she swept back into the bedroom ready to begin the process of deciding what to wear. But something unexpected was waiting. Nicely laid out on the bed was a black dress she didn’t recognize, and next to it was a small box from a popular lingerie brand.

Fifteen minutes later, as Lucan distractedly chatted away with Lisa, the maid, the noise of heels against the hardwood floor could be heard approaching. Whilst he had done his best to be present in the conversation, his mind had been preoccupied with this very moment. And now that it was happening, he looked across the room anxiously. The maid must have sensed something important was about to happen, because she too stopped talking and turned expectantly.

“Wow!” they both exclaimed as Sally strode into the living room.

Simply stunning. The black one sleeve mini dress and strappy black heels showed off her long legs and sexy figure to full effect. And with her glistening black hair in an elegant side parting, she looked like a supermodel.

“You look incredible!” Lucan drooled.

“It looks… Too…showy? Should I change…”

“No, it’s perfect!”

“I don’t know…I mean…look how short…”

“You look amazing Mrs. Sally,” Lisa gushed.

“You do indeed,” Lucan enthused, taking her hand quickly before she had a change of heart. “Let’s go and enjoy ourselves.”

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The sexual tension in the back of the town car could have been cut with a knife. Lucan had known that his sister would look good in the dress. Studying her as she sat cross legged, demurely looking out of the window, she looked more than good. She was a sexual fantasy that came to life, and every atom in his body wanted to consume her. To dominate her. To see her sweaty and writhing in pleasure. The black hairy beauty was no longer just a sister, but an object of carnal desire.

The passing city lights reflected off Sally’s bright blue eyes, but she was too self-engrossed to take them in. An internal struggle was being waged between her bourgeois sensibilities and a deeper need. Her mind and body are at odds. One worried about what others might think if they saw her dressed this way, while the other tingled in anticipation at what was bound to happen when they got back home after dinner.

“Thank you for wearing the dress,” Lucan whispered.

“You’re welcome Cheri. And thank you for a wonderful day,” she responded, turning and leaning over for a kiss.

As she sat back, her brother asked something in their Regions language so that the driver wouldn’t understand.

“Panties?”

Sally blushed, surprised that it had taken him so long to ask about it. The open panties were better described as a garter belt with two thin black stripes. Each running down the outside of a bum cheek, around the side of her sex, and back up well wide of centre. Accentuating rather than hiding. She had never worn anything like it before and was still a bit unsure, especially with such a short dress on.

“Show me,” he hissed in regional language.

“What?” she squeaked.

“Come one.”

“Lucan!?!” she chortled dismissively, nodding towards the driver.

“So? Come on…I dare you.”

A million thoughts raced through her mind as she battled a mix of wants and societal values. Should she do it? Could she do it? Did a suppressed part of her psyche actually want to do it? But there was an easy out to the moral dilemma. After all, it was a sister’s duty to respond to any challenge from a smug brother. Thus, placating her unconvinced bourgeois sensibilities, she told herself that it was ok to have a little fun at his expense, as long as she didn’t go all the way. As long as she showed just enough to make him want more, but not to see the prize itself. Yes, she nodded, convinced.

Leaning back her long legs slowly uncrossed and seductively inches apart. A knowing grin as she imaged how frustrated he was about to get. Though looking down, her heart rate accelerated. There was no denying the eroticism of sensual inner thighs opening up, and the cool air against her hot kitty hinted at a desire buried within. Suddenly she wasn’t so sure that it was just a game, or that she could stop herself from going too far.

But the joke was on her. Viewing angles mattered. And whenever outside light came streaming in through the windows, a triangle of pale skin with a tiny pink slit in the middle was visible against the black leather seat. Not even aware that his sister was trying to tease him, Lucan cursed the distance between street lamps, waiting with baited breath for each to arrive. Only when the car stopped at a traffic light next to a bright neon sign could he savor an extended view. And as much as he enjoyed the voyeurism for its own sake, because who wouldn’t, the promise of his sister’s newfound adventurous spirit was an even bigger turn on. It was the act itself that set his pulse racing.

The couple was so absorbed in their own little world that neither had noticed the driver alter his rear-view mirror. Or the fact that they seemed to be stationary for so long that it was only when a horn honked behind that they all came out of the trance and the car eventually moved forward again.

Adrenalin surged through Sally’s veins as she wondered if the driver had noticed her cheeky behaviour. But was the flushing of her cheeks embarrassing, or something else?