Well here it is, to the few who care, the last installment I still have. Once again, if anyone has a copy of V (or VI, if Griffin posted it elsewhere at some point) please let me know. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Love's World by Griffin Chapter III ... Shameless Revelations The rain had ended and the clouds cleared, once more revealing the smoldering red sun -- now about halfway to noon of the long Edenese day -- as well as the looming disc of the world Danielle had dubbed Aphrodite in the vault of the turquoise sky, at least an hour before Darlene stirred and roused herself from the comatose euphoria into which she’d lapsed following our sixty-nine interlude. By then, I had washed the extravagant coatings of cum from both of my voluptuously quiescent sisters and laid them carefully inside the larger lean-to, an undertaking that had necessitated considerable intimate contact with their nude bodies -- and goaded me into jacking off my relentlessly tumescent cock until I’d sprayed what seemed an equally generous amount of splooge into the babbling brook bordering our campsite. After that, I’d busied myself with restarting the fire that had been extinguished by the tropical shower, gathering some more fruits and tubers for our next meal... and conscientiously resisting the temptation to play with the languorously dozing blondes as if they were real-life Barbie dolls! It... hadn’t been easy. By the time I’d brought Danielle to carnal completion once more, leaving her sprawled in limpid stupefaction upon the wet grass, my own superhuman lusts had been raging with such intensity I wasn’t sure I could endure it from one moment to the next, my gigantic prong spontaneously spewing gism like a fire hose! The temptation to take the next, ultimate step and actually fuck one of my sisters with that monstrous member had been almost overpowering, and I had crouched between her torpidly splayed legs, blindly massaging her sumptuous tits with my hands, for several thrilling minutes, afraid to move lest I yield to that seductive impulse and mount her! But I had somehow resisted the bestial urges that reverberated through my besotted brain during that interlude, despite the seemingly inescapable image I could not banish from my whirling thoughts, the insidiously appealing tableau wherein I forced an arm-sized phallus into a torturously yielding, blonde-thatched pussy! Instead, moving with circumspect deliberation and concentrating intently on innocuous subjects like Saturday morning cartoons and Hardy Boy stories, I had carried the twins to the bank of the creek in my powerfully thewed arms, bathing them with its cool water... and indulging myself by fondling and caressing those opulently naked bodies as I’d rinsed away the glaze of congealing cum spread profligately over their magnificent contours! The light rain had gradually diminished to a drizzle and finally ended altogether while I’d occupied myself with that enthralling task, and afterwards I had lovingly borne my satiated sisters to the larger of the two shelters I’d erected -- my Titanic erection flexing and pulsing eagerly -- then, as previously mentioned, I started a new fire to replace the one quenched by the rain, afterwards harvesting another crop of foodstuffs, including a new plant I’d discovered, and attending to some other chores. One curious anomaly that I’d noticed while lovingly groping my gorgeous twin sisters like some sort of depraved pervert was the absence of the nearly invisible scar that each of them had possessed on the undersides of both breasts, a consequence of the string implants they’d gotten to increase their bust size, marks I’d avidly observed more than once as my sisters had flaunted themselves with seeming carelessness in my presence; I belatedly realized that the lack of those marks must have been what had disturbed me while sporting with the blonde beauties. Puzzled, I’d examined myself as well, discovering that my appendectomy scar was missing as well, along other blemishes left by various childhood accidents, a mystery I’d spent several minutes fruitlessly pondering. After that, however, I’d been alone with my memories, and almost against my will I had contemplated my earlier actions, trying to reconcile my genuine love and affection for the heartbreakingly attractive women who had looked after me and cared for me for nearly a third of my life with the fact that I had, for all intents and purposes, molested them -- practically raped them -- without a thought for their feelings, yielding to the animalistic urges and carnal needs -- well, most of them -- of my new physiology without any regard for their wants and desires. Of course, I reminded myself forlornly, neither woman had actually expressed any objection to my conduct, and both of them had seemed as carried away by events -- and the starkly sexual urges of the flesh -- as I’d been. In fact, I contended in a feeble attempt at justification, it could almost be argued that they had enticed me into joining their immoral and licentious iniquity by their outrageous flirtation and flagrant innuendo! I had just drawn that specious and self-serving conclusion -- knowing full well that, had I been so inclined, had I sternly resisted the base compulsions that had assaulted my consciousness, I could have stood firm against the twins’ blandishments -- and was on the verge of surrendering to a mental orgy of guilt and shame, when the younger of my voluptuous sisters opened her blue eyes, looked blearily about herself with a puzzled, dubious expression before focusing upon me as I sat cross-legged by the fire, her gaze visibly sharpening as it fell upon the enormous schlong rearing from my groin, shifting to my face after a prolonged moment. "Johnny?" she ventured uncertainly, brow furrowing with a frown as her hands fumbled tentatively at her awesome bosom, which reared a good eighteen inches from her chest and flared beyond her shoulders, then her voice strengthened as she repeated the same words Danielle had spoken earlier: "It wasn’t a dream!" "No, it w-wasn’t, it all r-really h-h-happened," I agreed as I scrambled to my feet, flushing helplessly as she stared up at my huge, waggling member. "How, h-how d’you f-f-feel, Darlene?" I asked solicitously. She blinked as if oblivious to such considerations until now. "Thirsty," my gorgeous sibling admitted with a vaguely surprised inflection. "And hungry. And" -- she gave me a wan smile -- "and kinda horny, too." As if that had reminded her, she glanced at the golden tanned expanse of her enormous boobs, still running her fingers idly over their extravagant slopes. "You cleaned off the cum," she observed in a tone that was almost wistful.