<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-a-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/429993_455779984471363_2090031856_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Manuel Ephende<strong>Age:</strong>26<br/><br/><strong>Visage:</strong>There was a sense of destiny surrounding him, especially in his formative years. Soft brown eyes and an effortlessly disarming smile provided cause for vanity. A well-honed mind and an inexplicable knack of for making himself useful in any given field left the world at his feet. But his upbringing provided enough of an offset. He relied on humor more than his features. He was fond of celebrating his friendships and keeping things light. He strove to remain the quintessential boy next door. An endeavor made slightly difficult by his chosen profession - modelling - but he invited the challenge. From afar, he was nothing less than a sweet man.<br/><br/><strong>Scratch the surface:</strong>But why would a grown man continue seeking patronage at his aunt's? Least of all one with the potential to escape their small-town surrounds and live the good life. Most people assumed loyalty to be the cause. And to an extent it was. With a minute little twist: he enjoyed demonstrating love for his family in ways outlawed by social norm.<br/><br/>There was no one incident that ushered him to the fascinating threshold of incest. The tipping point too was so long ago that he scarcely remembered. The sole truth that remained was that he loved his aunt and he adored his twin sister, who hardly wasted the opportunity to flout her older-by-two-and-a-half-minutes authority.<br/><br/>When keeping his mask, he had been part of conversations that demonized his preferences. Even those of his profession subscribed to such narrow mindsets, Their arguments were borne from fear and indeed some lingering scorn that they could not bed their illicit muses. Sex was art and every time he was with his aunt and his sister, a masterpiece awaited. It was the most natural thing in the world for him. And Naomi Dinara,  his agent and his aunt's best friend seemed to agree. He had been sleeping with her since inking their contract and meticulously collected her into the family.<br/><br/>Despite such a vividly open practice, he had endured times when their lifestyle was in danger. They had decided his moving to Milan after an exclusive deal with<em>Georgio Armani</em>to be the end of the line. And as much as that contributed to some voraciously exciting interludes, it seemed their return to normalcy was only a matter of time. Yet as it transpired, all three women crossed the seas without his knowledge, bribed his penthouse staff and were waiting for him gloriously naked upon arrival.<br/><br/>They embark on the same challenge now, with Manuel engaged to Naomi's daughter. Will they succeed or will the lure of forbidden lust be too great?