#Rajisha Vijayan
Excellent storyShe thought Leroy was back, he must have changed his mind, she had seen the bulge after he had broken off the kiss. She limped as quickly as she could towards the door and opened without really looking through the. She was naked from head to toe, she could not be bothered to cover herself up again, after all Leroy would just rip the clothes off. It would give him easy access to her. Once she opened the door fully the smile faded from her face, and instead it was filled with dread.
It was not Leroy, not the Leroy she was hoping for. On the other side of the door stood, a bald, muscular black man, who towered over her, and was a couple of years older than her. She recognised him from the pictures that Leroy had shown her over their chats and visits over the past couple of months. The similarities were unmistakable, despite him having a graying beard that he did not have in the pictures. The distinct scar on the top of his left brow and the tattoos that ran up his neck. The man standing at the doorstep was none other than Leroy's father.
"Well I wasn't expecting to see such a fine piece of ass at my pathetic boys place," Leroy Snr spoke as his deep baritone voice reverberated through the air. It made Katrina take an involuntary step back out of fear, and she realized that she was stark naked in front of him. Rather belatedly and foolishly she tried to cover up her body with her hands, failing miserably as he had already seen enough. Leroy Snr had been out of prison for less than a week, and was itching to get some pussy. He hadn't expected to find it at his boy's place though. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Why don't we get better acquainted," he asked her, the question seemed innocent enough on the surface but the way he was staring at her like a lion about to pounce upon his prey made her think otherwise. She was scared yet she couldn't help shiver a little in excitement at the thrill of having another man stare at her like she was desirable. She gulped knowing what was about to happen....
Later, 2 hours Leroy joins his father.
THE-END
Great startShe thought Leroy was back, he must have changed his mind, she had seen the bulge after he had broken off the kiss. She limped as quickly as she could towards the door and opened without really looking through the. She was naked from head to toe, she could not be bothered to cover herself up again, after all Leroy would just rip the clothes off. It would give him easy access to her. Once she opened the door fully the smile faded from her face, and instead it was filled with dread.
It was not Leroy, not the Leroy she was hoping for. On the other side of the door stood, a bald, muscular black man, who towered over her, and was a couple of years older than her. She recognised him from the pictures that Leroy had shown her over their chats and visits over the past couple of months. The similarities were unmistakable, despite him having a graying beard that he did not have in the pictures. The distinct scar on the top of his left brow and the tattoos that ran up his neck. The man standing at the doorstep was none other than Leroy's father.
"Well I wasn't expecting to see such a fine piece of ass at my pathetic boys place," Leroy Snr spoke as his deep baritone voice reverberated through the air. It made Katrina take an involuntary step back out of fear, and she realized that she was stark naked in front of him. Rather belatedly and foolishly she tried to cover up her body with her hands, failing miserably as he had already seen enough. Leroy Snr had been out of prison for less than a week, and was itching to get some pussy. He hadn't expected to find it at his boy's place though. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Why don't we get better acquainted," he asked her, the question seemed innocent enough on the surface but the way he was staring at her like a lion about to pounce upon his prey made her think otherwise. She was scared yet she couldn't help shiver a little in excitement at the thrill of having another man stare at her like she was desirable. She gulped knowing what was about to happen....
Later, 2 hours Leroy joins his father.
THE-END
Great storyShe thought Leroy was back, he must have changed his mind, she had seen the bulge after he had broken off the kiss. She limped as quickly as she could towards the door and opened without really looking through the. She was naked from head to toe, she could not be bothered to cover herself up again, after all Leroy would just rip the clothes off. It would give him easy access to her. Once she opened the door fully the smile faded from her face, and instead it was filled with dread.
It was not Leroy, not the Leroy she was hoping for. On the other side of the door stood, a bald, muscular black man, who towered over her, and was a couple of years older than her. She recognised him from the pictures that Leroy had shown her over their chats and visits over the past couple of months. The similarities were unmistakable, despite him having a graying beard that he did not have in the pictures. The distinct scar on the top of his left brow and the tattoos that ran up his neck. The man standing at the doorstep was none other than Leroy's father.
"Well I wasn't expecting to see such a fine piece of ass at my pathetic boys place," Leroy Snr spoke as his deep baritone voice reverberated through the air. It made Katrina take an involuntary step back out of fear, and she realized that she was stark naked in front of him. Rather belatedly and foolishly she tried to cover up her body with her hands, failing miserably as he had already seen enough. Leroy Snr had been out of prison for less than a week, and was itching to get some pussy. He hadn't expected to find it at his boy's place though. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Why don't we get better acquainted," he asked her, the question seemed innocent enough on the surface but the way he was staring at her like a lion about to pounce upon his prey made her think otherwise. She was scared yet she couldn't help shiver a little in excitement at the thrill of having another man stare at her like she was desirable. She gulped knowing what was about to happen....
Later, 2 hours Leroy joins his father.
THE-END
Great bro
She thought Leroy was back, he must have changed his mind, she had seen the bulge after he had broken off the kiss. She limped as quickly as she could towards the door and opened without really looking through the. She was naked from head to toe, she could not be bothered to cover herself up again, after all Leroy would just rip the clothes off. It would give him easy access to her. Once she opened the door fully the smile faded from her face, and instead it was filled with dread.
It was not Leroy, not the Leroy she was hoping for. On the other side of the door stood, a bald, muscular black man, who towered over her, and was a couple of years older than her. She recognised him from the pictures that Leroy had shown her over their chats and visits over the past couple of months. The similarities were unmistakable, despite him having a graying beard that he did not have in the pictures. The distinct scar on the top of his left brow and the tattoos that ran up his neck. The man standing at the doorstep was none other than Leroy's father.
"Well I wasn't expecting to see such a fine piece of ass at my pathetic boys place," Leroy Snr spoke as his deep baritone voice reverberated through the air. It made Katrina take an involuntary step back out of fear, and she realized that she was stark naked in front of him. Rather belatedly and foolishly she tried to cover up her body with her hands, failing miserably as he had already seen enough. Leroy Snr had been out of prison for less than a week, and was itching to get some pussy. He hadn't expected to find it at his boy's place though. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
"Why don't we get better acquainted," he asked her, the question seemed innocent enough on the surface but the way he was staring at her like a lion about to pounce upon his prey made her think otherwise. She was scared yet she couldn't help shiver a little in excitement at the thrill of having another man stare at her like she was desirable. She gulped knowing what was about to happen....
Later, 2 hours Leroy joins his father.
THE-END
Super bro"Come on my face, Samantha, make me your lesbian slut," Kajal begged, wanting both to taste Samantha's cum and to get off herself.
"Get ready, my sexy slut," Samantha said, as she began to grind on her face.
"Yes, give me your cum," Kajal begged, not at all concerned that her make-up, that had taken an hour to do, must now be a complete mess.
"Oh yes, fuck, eat my cunt, you cum-hungry lesbian slut," Samantha demanded, so close to orgasm that she had gotten aggressively verbal like she always did.
Kajal licked, and seconds later her entire face was splattered with a gush of cunt cum, surprising her with the excessive amount. Yet she kept licking, amazed by the taste, amazed by the reality of what she was doing, amazed by her own euphoria.
Samantha was surprised at how intense her orgasm was... although the climactic conclusion to a marathon seduction had played into it. She quit licking and for a minute enjoyed the euphoria coursing through her.
Kajal lapped up every drop of cunt cum she could, finding it as sweet as her favorite wine.
As the orgasm faded, Samantha got off the couch, spun Kajal around, dropped to the floor and buried her face into the bride-to-be's pussy. "Time for Nirvana, sister-slut!"
"Oh God, yes," Kajal moaned as Samantha now attacked her cunt with unbounded aggression.
Samantha shifted from teasing to pleasing as she probed the sweet cunt with her tongue. She wanted to give Kajal the greatest orgasm of her life.
"Oh yes, fuck, Samantha," Kajal babbled, "Oh God, I'm so close."
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Are you decent, honey?"
"Oh God!" Kajal gasped.
Samantha kept licking, the idea of Kajal's mother being outside the door only enhancing her excitement.
Kajal, who was so close to the brink that she couldn't possibly control it, answered, "Give me a... minute!" The last word came more as a moan as the pleasure multiplied from the busy fingers sliding around inside her.
Samantha slid two fingers inside the sopping wet pussy and expertly located Kajal's likely never-before-visited g-spot. Her lips on the clit, her fingers tapping on the g-spot and Kajal's orgasm erupted.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh, FUCK!" Kajal screamed into her hand as her g-spot was ignited and sparked an instant orgasm unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Her head went light, her body caught fire and her cunt jetted out steamy cum in ways she never had before.
Samantha shook her head left to right and pulled out her fingers to catch the flood of cum flowing out of the bride-to-be.
Kajal's body quaked and quaked as she collapsed back and just let the heavens take over.
"Kajal!" her mom called out anxiously. "You okay?"
"Fine!" Kajal yelled, although her tone showed annoyance.
"Do you need any help?" the mother asked.
Samantha finally backed off from the intense pussy pleasing and said, "I'm just helping her relax"
"Oh, okay," Kajal's mom said.
"Can you make sure my parents have arrived while I finish up here?" Samantha asked, as she slid two fingers back inside the limp bride-to-be, who was still coming.
"Sure," Kajal's mom agreed. "I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
"I'll make sure she is decent by then," Samantha promised, smiling at Kajal who looked completely beautiful in her disheveled post-orgasmic glow.
"Okay," Kajal's mom called out as she left.
Samantha pulled her fingers out, leaned forward and kissed Kajal.
Kajal kissed her back, the intimacy of the kiss, the softness of Samantha's lips, only adding a maraschino cherry to the perfect moment.
Samantha broke the kiss after only a few seconds before she said, "Now I've kissed both pairs of your lips."
"You're so bad," Kajal said, knowing she should get up and dressed, and yet feeling completely relaxed and totally unhurried in the afterglow of such pleasure.
"Oh, this is only stage one of your sexual awakening today," Samantha said, as she stood up and pulled Kajal to her unsteady feet.
"How many stages are there?"
"At least three."
"Does one of them include that strap-on you mentioned?"
"Definitely," Samantha nodded, planning to fuck her later.
"Too bad I have to go and get married now," Kajal jokes, as she goes to grab her dress.
"Yes, because next time we fuck, it will be incest," Samantha joked playfully, slapping her ass.
"Only by marriage," Kajal pointed out.
"But you'll still be my sister slut," Samantha said, as she helped her put on the dress.
"Anytime," Kajal agreed.
"Remember that," Samantha said, as she added, "and you'll keep wearing my cunt cum on your face for the entire ceremony.
"You really are so bad," Kajal said, shaking her head as she wondered what she looked like after a face-riding.
"Oh, and that is exactly as you like me," Samantha said, before she moved close to Kajal and added, "You really are beautiful, Kajal."
"You are too, Samantha," Kajal returned the affection. After a pause, she said, "I'm not sure I can do this."
"Too late," Samantha said. "We already came, and we can't take it back."
"I mean get married," Kajal said, suddenly overwhelmed.
Samantha shifted from lesbian lover to maid-of-honour as she took Kajal's hands in hers and said, "I love you, Kajal."
"I love you too, Samantha," Kajal said.
"And you love my brother," Samantha said. "Right?"
"Yes, but..." Kajal began.
"That's it," Samantha said. "No buts. You get the best of both worlds: a man you love to have a family with, and a sister-in-law you love to get you off..." she paused and kissed her briefly before adding, "...whenever my brother can't."
"You're so bad," Kajal laughed at Samantha's prophetic words.
"And yet I make you feel so good," Samantha pointed out.
"God, I didn't know sex could ever be like that," Kajal sad.
"Oh? Then wait for stage three," Samantha foreshadowed, as she went and put on her dress, just as there was another knock at the door.
"How do I look?" Kajal asked, suddenly worried about her mother seeing her.
"Like a bride who was just face fucked by her sister-in-law," Samantha smiled.
"Oh God!" Kajal said, as there was another knock at the door.
"Honey, let me in,"
"Go reapply your make-up, I'll keep your mother entertained," Samantha said, moving to the door.
"I hope not the same way you just entertained me," Kajal said, heading to the washroom.
"Well, she is a pretty hot MILF," Samantha jibed, thinking a real incest threesome was a welcome addition to her sexual bucket list.
"You really are so bad," Kajal repeated for the umpteenth time as she disappeared into the washroom, knowing that nothing would ever be the same again.
THE END
Super broI pressed my nails hard on Sanjay's arms and made a deep scratch as Anand was making me cum like a slut.
"Ohhh... Anand ji... no one has ever made me cum like this"
"That's why we go for housewives like you Rajisha. There is a kick in fucking another man's wife and make her moan and cum like a cheap slut" Anand boasted.
"And posh woman like you enjoy it too as it is a forbidden fruit" he added.
"Are you a cheap slut Rajisha?" Anand asked with his deep voice.
My body was burning with desire to have sex with this fat and terrifying man.
"Only for you Anand ji. I am your whore" I had lost all shame.
"Don't forget about me bitch. Once my brother is done fucking you I will take my turn" said Sanjay.
I turned my head towards Sanjay to see what he was doing.
Sanjay had taken off his shirts and trousers and was sitting on the bed wearing only his boxers. He looked so muscular and menacing and I couldn't even imagine how hard it would be to handle that bull.
I noticed that I had scratched his arms so deep with my sharp nails. "I... I am sorry" I said.
Sanjay said sarcastically "I won't be a gentleman like Anand bhai. When I am done with you, you will be gasping for breath".
I noticed the huge tent between his legs. As big as my fist! I shivered just at the thought of Sanjay fucking me.
"Not so soon Rajisha. Not until I take a King's share of your fresh meat" Anand snapped at me.
Anand held my legs with his hands, lifted my legs up and put my ankles over his shoulders.
"Ah!" I was ready to lose my chastity to this fat goon.
Anand placed his dripping wet penis head over my pussy and rubbed. My cum and Anand's precum mixed and gave so much lubrication.
Anand traced my slit with his erect penis and pushed gently. "Be ready to lose your chastity, you whore".
"please fuck me fast Anand ji... I am more excited to lose my chastity to you now than I was when I had lost my virginity to Anupam".
In one hard push "slush".. Anand's thick and wet cock was inside me.
"Ummmmpff" I let out a muffled moan and turned my head sideways.
Anand held both my hands and pinned them to the sides of my head. He started moving his penis inside me slowly.
As he started fucking, Anand leaned over me and licked the sides of my neck with a dirty slurp. Then he licked my soft cheeks.
"You are no longer Anupam's chaste wife. You are my private slut now"
"Awww... yes Anand ji... I am your slut. Fuck me.. fuck me faster" I moaned.
" ahh... Rajisha... I am getting turned on by your flared nose" Anand sucked my nose. It felt so dirty and cheap.
"Chiiii..." it was repulsive.
Anand got turned on by my reaction and stuffed his bearded face into my sweaty armpits.
"Oh Rajisha... even your underarms smell and taste as clean as a lime pie" Anand licked my underarms and started fucking me harder and faster.
"Mmmmm.. owwwww..." I started enjoying his fetish abuse and fucking.
His beard was doing some magic and wherever it rubbed my body and gave skin sores, I found pleasure and wanted more of that subtle pain.
"Rajisha... does Anupam fuck you good?" asked Anand.
"Not as good as you Anand ji.. and he stopped fucking me since last one year". I boosted Anand's ego and he started humping me harder.
"If he is a good fucker then why don't you have babies yet?" asked Anand.
"Because he always wears a condom," I said.
I realized what blunder I had done "Oh shit!"
Anand gave me an evil smile "and yet you let me fuck you with out a condom".
"Anand ji... this is a mistake.. please go and put on a condom. I will wait like a good slut. Anupam keeps condoms in the bedside drawer." I pleaded.
Anand laughed "what makes you think I will wear one?" He pinned my hands down harder and started fucking me faster.
"Awwww.. Anand ji... it feels good to fuck bare skin... but..."
"But what you whore?" grumbled Anand and went for my weak spot again.
"I... I have never let my husband fuck me without a condom. I am scared now... please wear a cond.... ahhhhh... mmmmmaaaahhhh"
Anand started licking and sucking my neck and rubbed his beard all over it while he kept banging me. He was killing me slowly.
My mangalsutra was glowing with the sweat and saliva of another man.
"Rajisha... I had fucked models and actresses. But you are one hell of a fuck with your short and curvy body and homely face".
"Ahhh.. ahhhh... mmmmm... I am going to cum again..." I cried.
Anand pumped his fat ass faster and fucked me more intensely.
My body twisted again as another intense orgasm hit me.
"Aaaaahhh... Anand.." I screamed as I came hard and grabbed Anand's fat hairy ass.
The waves of my orgasm hit me and I felt like my head was spinning.
My pussy was oozing thick cum slowly. Anand lifted his head from my neck and looked at my sweating face.
His eyes were feasting on me. My neck. My cheeks. And ofcourse my flared nose that turned him on so much.
"Look at that pretty face... I am going to cum now" moaned Anand.
"NOOOO!!! ANAND JI... NOT INSIDE ME. YOU ARE NOT WEARING A CONDOM... PLEASE... MMMMPFFFH..."
Anand muffled my screams by kissing my mouth. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I waited in fear for the inevitable.
Anand's body shivered as he came like a flood. He bit my lips sooo hard that he gave me a tiny cut.
"Arrrrrgggghhh....." Anand shuddered as he emptied his thick load of semen inside me.
First it felt like a warm splash inside my vagina. He kept cumming inside me and filled my tiny hole. My pussy was overflowing with his cum and I felt his cum was leaking out on my inner thighs. A stream of our mixed juices was flowing towards my asshole.
"Arggghhhhh.. Rajisha... you are a dirty whore now." Anand moaned with pride.
"What have you done to me..." I cried.
My body felt good with all that intense fucking and pleasure yet my mind was filled with shame. I am no longer pure. I am not a good wife anymore and this fat bastard had emptied his balls inside my chaste pussy.
I am his dirty whore now. Not even my husband had cum inside me. Tears rolled down.
At the same time, I felt my body twitch again. Before I realized what was happening I came once more with a short and quick orgasm this time.
Anand's warm splash of cum inside my vagina, his quivering penis and my emotional roller coaster, all had triggered another unexpected orgasm for me.
"Mmmmaaahhhh.. Anand ji..." I cried in shame and passion as I came for the third time.
Anand slowed down and sucked on my bleeding lips and licked all over my sweaty face, neck and sweaty underarms.
"I have fucked you so hard and tasted all your body juices you beautiful bitch" Anand said in ecstasy.
Then he laid his fat body over mine for a few minutes. Both my tears and orgasm had subsided now.
Anand rolled over to my side.
"Ahhhh..." I gasped and let out a big sigh of relief as Anand got off me.
I turned my head away.
Sanjay was now taking off his boxers and his monster cock sprung up like a king cobra.
My body shuddered in fear.
THE-END
Yes bro same requestCan you do a standalone story for miya george
Last time I think you focused on sukanya
hottttttt ???"Will you be my Maid of Honor?" Kajal asked Samantha. Samantha was Kajal's fiancé Deepak's, very affectionate sister.
"Really?" she asked, clearly surprised by the question.
"Yes, you've become like a sister to me and I think it would make Deepak happy too," Kajal explained. She had asked Deepak what he thought of her asking Samantha instead of her best friend Tamanna, who Deepak didn't like much. She stressed that Tamanna would still be a bridesmaid, but since she lived three hours away, having someone local to help her with all the preparations made more sense. Plus, Samantha was a complete sweetheart, while Tamanna... Well, let's just call her an acquired taste.
Samantha nodded, giddy with excitement; Kajal appeared to be making a long-term fantasy of hers come true, "Of course Kajal, I'd love to."
Samantha moved in for a hug, feeling Kajal's tits squish against her body.
Kajal said, "That's awesome."
Meanwhile, Samantha was already thinking of ways to seduce her brother's beautiful fiancée. She knew it was bad family politics, but she had lusted after the gorgeous Kajal ever since the moment he'd introduced them over a year ago.
Samantha was a strict lesbian, and Kajal knew this, and it was no secret that Samantha was a dominant one who enjoyed seducing straight women... so this offer seemed too good to be true.
"Can you go dress shopping with me next week?" Kajal asked her other two best friends living in other cities.
"Just tell me when and where," Samantha said, before adding, "I want to win Maid of Honor of the Year."
"Is there such a thing?" The somewhat naïve Kajal asked. Although gorgeous with hair, black eyes, big tits, long legs and her voice that melted men's trousers right off their legs, she was a sweetheart who didn't see herself the way others saw her. She was a social worker that focused on keeping kids in school and supporting their families.
Samantha shrugged, "If there isn't one, there will be once I'm done."
"I love your enthusiasm," Kajal laughed. She had been worried Samantha was going to say no. She didn't have a lot of friends here, having moved here with Deepak.
"Oh, I'm an eager beaver then?" Samantha joked with a less than subtle hint, one she knew the sweet Kajal wouldn't catch onto.
"I can't wait to go dress shopping," Kajal said.
"Please tell me I have some say in the bridesmaids' dresses," Samantha said.
"Of course," Kajal nodded. "You can get something that looks hot, just not as hot as me."
"I could never be as hot as you," Samantha flirted.
"Oh, you're so silly," Kajal brushed off the compliment, oblivious to her true beauty.
Two weeks later they were at a bridal shop trying on wedding and bridesmaid dresses. Samantha's pussy tingled the moment she first saw Kajal in just her bra, panties and pantyhose. Fuck, were those tits made to suck, the bra barely able to hold them in.
Samantha made sure to gently touch Kajal on her back and arms while also slyly blowing hot breath on her neck. She was determined to seduce the bride-to-be. Samantha had also dressed for the occasion, planning also to be in her bra and thong to showcase her tight, gymnast body, as well as a garter belt and stockings as they really showcased her legs.
Samantha complimented the first dress. "This one is cute."
"I don't just want to be cute," Kajal said. "I want cute and sexy."
"Well, that can be achieved with what you wear underneath the dress," Samantha pointed out.
"That goes without saying," Kajal agreed, although in truth she hadn't put any thought into her undergarments.
"Try on the second dress and I'll try on the gold one," Samantha said.
"You'll look amazing in gold," Kajal said.
"It should bring out my hair," Samantha agreed, tossing her hair in the air.
"And your eyes," Kajal said, always drawn in by Samantha's eyes. She wasn't a lesbian, but if she was it would be the eyes that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
"Happy you notice," Samantha playfully responded, as she pulled down her skirt.
Kajal smiled, "Do you always wear a garter-belt and stockings?"
"Every time I try on maid-of-honor dresses," Samantha said, which was true. One for one. "Plus, I like to dress sexy underneath my outfits and I prefer stockings or thigh highs over restrictive pantyhose." She then paused and added, one more not so subtle innuendo, "I mean you never know when you may end up without clothes on."
"You're such a brat," Kajal said, shaking her head, thinking she should try wearing stockings one day too. "Can you unzip me?"
"I've been waiting for you to say that for a long time," Samantha joked... or at least she made it sound like a joke.
"You never stop," Kajal said, shaking her head, although truth be told, she rather liked the attention she received from Samantha.
I'm such a bad girl," Samantha joked, as she unzipped Kajal's dress.
"So bad," Kajal agreed, as she slipped the dress off.
Samantha removed her blouse and grabbed the gold dress... one of three she had chosen to try on.
Once Kajal had the next dress on Samantha asked, "How the hell do you keep your body that perfect?"
Kajal shrugged, not being one to actually work out, "This is just how I've always looked."
"I hate you right now, and so does every other woman in the world," Samantha teased. Samantha had a good ass too, but smaller tits and shorter legs... she had to work her ass off to keep the body she had.
"You're beautiful, Samantha," Kajal said, always loving her sister-in-law-to-be's exuberant, outgoing personality and confidence, something she didn't have.
"Want to marry me instead?" Samantha quipped, making sure to linger longer than necessary, allowing her hot breath to warm up Kajal's neck, as she moved behind to zip up dress number two.
Kajal laughed, playing along, getting a chill down her spine when she felt Samantha's hot breath on her neck, "If I weren't engaged to your brother and if I were a lesbian, I would definitely marry you."
"Always the bridesmaid, never the woman munching on your pussy," Samantha joked, tracing her hand down Kajal's arm before she turned around to let Kajal zip her up. Kajal choked at the statement as she zipped Samantha up but countered, "You're actually the maid of honor."
"So do I get the honor?" Samantha asked, turning around, licking her lips and gazing below Kajal's waist with a wicked smile.
"You're so bad," Kajal repeated, shaking her head at her flirtatious sister-in-law-to-be.
"You don't even know the half of it, not even a third," Samantha countered, the idea of seducing her brother's bride-to-be growing increasingly appealing and, she thought, possible. She was definitely laying the groundwork for such a possibility.