Primal Scream (Box Set #1, Taboo Sex + AFF) by Jess C Scott Page A

boyfriend’s eyes, one hand around his arm. They had the same nose, eyes, and smile. Coincidence? They could pass off as relatives. First cousins. Maybe even siblings.
    He winked back at one of the locals who smiled at him first, a well-dressed, polished woman, with thick glossy hair. She was in her early twenties, maybe about Christina’s age, or slightly older. He might have turned around to chat her up, if he wasn’t on the way to meet Christina right now, which arguably was of a higher priority.
    Andy had had a few girlfriends and some casual flings, since he’d obtained his employment visa. Nothing serious: all in the name of fun. He’d fling away with strangers. Sometimes he’d luck out, and gain some friends along the way.
    The girls he met could be so bendable. Some were enterprising as well. One of them sold her underwear online to earn extra money. She stated on her website that she wore the pieces for “a minimum of 12 hours.” The first set of items sold out on the first day.
    The age of consent for sexual activity in Singapore was 16. He’d stand up and flip the young girls around, grabbing onto their slender calves and lovely ankles while they sucked him off hard and fast. Some of them would arrive in their plaid pleated skirt school uniforms, since uniforms were mandatory in the public schools. The girls often had more to teach him, than the other way around.
    He’d had a threesome, once, with a Japanese-Italian girl and her black friend.
    Itadakimasu! he always remembered. The Japanese girl had uttered that, silk panties around one of her ankles, before she pulled his boxers down and whipped out his cock for a good blowjob.
    “ Itaga…” he’d originally heard. Later, when the three of them were resting in a heap on the floor, he asked her what she’d said.
    “ It means, ‘let’s eat,’” the black girl replied. “You gotta watch more anime.”
    The Japanese girl went a little bit further, explaining that meals in Japan traditionally began with the phrase itadakimasu —which literally meant, “I humbly receive.”
    “ Like bon appétit! ” the black girl added, shooting Andy a pouty air kiss.
    They were so similar to Christina, in terms of manners, mannerisms, and even the genuine way in which they smiled. Before getting worked up for another round where he was sandwiched between the girls, he remembered keeping his mind on plain, unsexy things—paperwork, the new furniture he’d bought, the show he was missing on TV—in order to divert his mind’s attention away from Christina Acklin.
    He let his guard down just once during that hook-up. He’d started to think of Christina’s long legs lovingly wrapped around him, gazing up at him with sultry siren eyes. She could still do splits during her mid-teens—he’d get her to show him how low she could still go—and massage her strong, hardworking calve muscles.
    But he stopped himself, and re-focused. He wasn’t one to think of his stepsister, that way.
    Not that it was wrong. He was just above the more animalistically-driven members of a functioning society. Besides, what could he have done? She was thousands of miles away.
    But that was then.
    I’m here! Christina messaged about three minutes ago.
    And this was now. She’d already collected her bags—she was traveling light anyway.
    I’m in a boring, blue and white shirt, carrying a dark gray laptop bag, he’d messaged back. He hadn’t changed that much in looks, since they’d last seen each other. He hadn’t had the time to check up on his family’s and Swiss friend’s Facebook profiles since his workload started to get heavier about 6 months ago.
    He wondered if beautiful Christina had a boyfriend by now. As in, a steady one.
    Andy had always taken great pride in his stepsister’s chaste ways, even though no one in the family had forced her to be that way. They were so close, he thought of her more as his sister than as a stepsister. Her sense of style had been