She stood a moment at the threshold, soaking up the warm, liquid glow of the room. Negligee donned, her skin glowed like that of an angel, ironic for a harlot of her stature. Her chestnut hair cascaded down her shoulders, her green eyes were a mixture of emotion; both fear and excitement anticipated the incestuous fling between her and four family members. Eyes shut, she ran her tongue over lips shivering, leaning on the frame of the doorway for support. Her slender legs shuddered softly as she sized up the present men; myself, and my three brothers.
Elizabeth ardently examined the procession of swollen cocks, hidden barely by our bathrobes. Her cheeks blushed as she bit down on her bottom lip. She was a daughter well acquainted with sex, yet innocent when it came to orgies; I had plans to change that. The four of us watched as Elizabeth sauntered towards my bedroom, her angelic figure illuminated by the fire that burned in the hearth. We silently followed her in, each one of us fixated upon her ass, clad in lavender lace underwear.
Her feet softly thumped upon the carpeted floor as she walked towards my bed, a single king-sized bed surrounded by oak wooden posts. She laid herself down upon it, spreading her legs as she worked her hands inside her underwear. Eyes shut, she writhed as her fingers glided against her nether regions. Her body quivered and convulsed against the mattress as she let out a long, ecstatic sigh while climaxing. With her fluids dripping down her thighs, she slowly opened her eyes. They were fixated upon me. I let out a faint smile, but she didn't respond back. Her eyes went from mine and looked upon her incestuous kinsmen.
They bared their teeth in a half-smirk, half-leer at their niece. My three brothers slithered out of their bathrobes; their cocks were already swollen and at attention, eager to ravish a hot, young bitch. I had an idea to start with.
"Would you like to touch them?" I asked Elizabeth, nodding towards my naked brethren;