Andrew was not only her husband, he was also her brother. From a young age, they had a difficult time taking their eyes off of each other. No one noticed the puberty that they had both undergone, more than the other had. Living in the same home, just one room away from each other, there were many temptations, until one day, those temptations boiled over and became too much to continue to ignore. It had progressed quickly after that one night, soon turning them into a topic of taboo rather than normal teenagers trying to enjoy their young lives. The entire family would have shunned them if they ever found out, and perhaps they all did know on an unspoken level, but it never reached the siblings ears, nor would it ever make its way to the dinner table chit-chat. Andrew and Emily became each other's only family soon enough, their relationship forcing them to segregate themselves from everyone else, moving far away, making a new life, and starting over in the only way that they wanted to be; together.<br/><br/>Normally their sexual endeavors, after having had two children, were kept under wraps. They would have their fun when the kids were gone or sleeping, but lately, it was becoming more and more difficult to keep their sensuality in check. They started fooling around at odd hours, early in the morning, or in the broad daylight. It was not uncommon for their sessions to remain quiet, normally filling the house with a squeaking bed, progressing moans and cries, and plenty of skin slapping against skin. They had not yet spoken about their children coming into their new-found family tradition, of exploring the possibilities of incest, yet with the way they were going at it lately, things might just fall into place on their own. The scent of his soap lingered on his skin, as he closed in on her, pinning himself against her hips so that she was wedged against the dresser. Her fingers curled around the coiled bunching of his towel, daring to tug on it despite his warning, which only caused her to grin. His lips found hers, caressing at first, barely touching them, but then, unable to restrain, they pressed against her harder, their kiss deepening in a passionate moment. They both knew what was soon to follow, neither of them able to switch that they had for each other off, no matter the circumstances they found themselves in.<br/><br/>She kissed him back, hungry for more, as his tongue parted her lips and found access to her mouth. Groaning against his kiss, her tongue slithered out soon after, joining his in a hot rolling motion, their lips continuing to clash and collide, her fingers clawed at the material of his towel, yanking it harder, growing more impatient. Her need for him would only grow, as their kiss deepened. Her spine arched, so that her hips pressed more fervently against his, and she gave one final tug, and off his towel fell, loosing enough from his waist before falling, forgotten and unimportant, to the floor, around his feet. Pulling slightly away from his kiss, gasping when his hands ran over her sides and along her breasts, relishing that sensation before taking a knowing glance down to his revealed parts. Her tongue glided over her lips, as if to suggest her thirst. "Oops."