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Mouse : A Sinful Love Story is a full length novel (644 paperback pages) about a long, incestuous sibling love affair. It has vivid sex scenes, but is primarily a romance, and very much an erotic, romantic fantasy, unrealistic in some ways, and realistic in others.

Michael is in his forties, successful at work, but recently divorced, and beyond unhappy. His little sister Mona, eleven years his junior, has long since moved out of their sleepy town to live in Chicago and pursue a career in fashion design. She is creative, adventurous, popular, vivacious, lively... and has tormented Michael for his entire life. She teases, attacks and insults him. He tries to ignore her, until she makes him angry enough to lash back. They're like oil and vinegar. They don't mix. They don't get along.

But as cold and violent as their sibling relationship appears, something is simmering under the surface, something that has been carefully and diligently suppressed and repressed all of their lives.

Now, while visiting for their parent's wedding anniversary party, the family thinks that it's going to be funny if Mona ("Mouse" is her family nickname) has to stay with Michael, at Michael's house, for the weekend.

If they only knew...

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The writing style is neither mundane and simplistic, nor overwrought or pretentious. The characters are fraught with flaws and selfish needs, each with their own collage of internal conflicts. The story leaves few aspects of the lovers' relationship, and their relationships with the rest of the family, untouched. Every chapter includes sex that is not only steamy, but also interesting, involving and imaginative, but to get to the sex, and to enjoy it, you have to also read and enjoy the romance, and the events that lead down the path of incest.

The novel begins:

Book 1: Beginnings

Chapter 1

<8 Breakfast

He felt guilt and shame and unparalleled pleasure as his sister's mouth enveloped his cock in hot, wet fire. He would feel her lips make a burning, constricting ring around his cock's head while squeezing it with one hand, at the very base, in a half circle made with her thumb and forefinger. As she descended on him he felt her sweet lips glide down, slowly, until his cock head touched the soft wet flesh at the back of her throat. From there she continued her wicked descent, his cock slipping more deeply in, with her mouth and throat feeling like the only place he ever wanted his cock to be.

As her mouth neared the very base of his cock she'd pause, while her lips moved artistically against him, massaging his shaft. Then she'd remove her hand to make room to continue further down with her lips, all the way to the base, taking every single inch of him into her. Her lips would touch the flesh of his groin, right at the base of his cock, then move agilely again, squeezing him, working him, while her tongue writhed, pressing and exploring the sides of his prick inside her mouth.

She would hold him like that, rammed deeply into her throat, for an unbearable eternity before releasing him.

She was amazing, taking him as no woman ever had. She'd take and release him quickly, two, three, four times, then let his cock slide out so she could hold it in her hands, licking and kissing the sides, while she regrouped, preparing for another assault.

While she had him deep inside her throat, while she devoured him, he lost all control. He would grab her head to pull her onto him, helping to drive his cock deeply into his own sister's mouth, fucking her wildly, aching for the release that would only come by filling her sweet loving mouth with everything he could give her.

When she released him, then conscious thought, and the guilt, would return. She would press her lips against his cock, holding it against her face. She would look up into his own eyes with hers. She was a woman, he knew, an irresistible woman, but when he looked at her he saw the big brown eyes in the innocent little girl's face that he had grown up with. A small voice in the back of his mind screamed at him to stop, to take control and put a stop to it.

And then her mouth was on him again, feverishly trying to bring him to climax, clearly, excitingly hungry to taste her brother's cum. Each time he felt her mouth on him, he longed to give it to her.

Lost in the sensation, his thoughts wandered randomly, aimlessly into recent days, as he felt her mouth torturing him gloriously.

Her mouth. His sister's nasty, perfect mouth.

<8 Party

It had been both as dull and as uncomfortably exciting as he'd known it would be. It could have been worse, he could have still been married, forced to endure the company of his ex-wife. He didn't hate her. It was just that their relationship had decayed, in the end, to the point where they each spent every moment together trying to get revenge, trying to somehow win after they really both had lost. They'd lost so many years and so many happy futures.

Eventually she'd cheated. They were so done by then that her escapade didn't even bother him. They simply split. The end.

They were just lucky they had never had kids, so the break was that much easier when the time came.

Michael stood in a corner, feeling alone and awkward, watching the other guests mingle. Almost everyone was a friend of their parents; neighbors, co-workers, old army buddies and odd acquaintances. One of them had cornered Melanie, his older sister. Some short, hunched, graying man was lecturing her energetically about something important to him. Melanie pretended to care.

His sister towered over the man. She was a tall, statuesque woman. Most of the family was tall. She wore a low cut, tight fitting evening gown, all glittering with midnight blue sequins. The bare flesh of her cleavage was... attractive, and showed readily in the gown, an unusual display for his big sister. This seemed to be part of the reason the short little old gnome was talking to her, his face being naturally almost in her chest. His eyes indiscreetly strayed there too frequently.

Melanie was the only blonde in the family. Dark roots clearly betrayed her act of vanity. It wasn't natural, but it looked good on her. She smartly didn't try to make herself completely blonde. There were streaks of darker locks, a mix of dark and light browns, amidst a bed of dirty blonde. Frosted, Michael thought the women called it. Like most women in her forties, she kept her hair cut short, though not quite as short as most. Michael liked it.

He scanned the room some more. On the other side, there was Mouse, his little sister, entertaining a small harem of men. Her smile was like a fire in their midst. They all camped around it, drawn inward toward it for warmth. Mouse was always like that, always lively and joking, always the center of attention. She met his gaze for a moment, held it, and then broke the link to make a laughing joke with the man beside her.

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