Carelia cursed under her breath. The crew of the Furchtlos had resisted any attempt to break their reserved isolation so far. Carelia had four or five...young women in the dockside whorehouses in her pay and under urgent instructions to ply their trade with any crewmember from the accursed ship and extract whatever information they could from them in pillow talk. It had proved fruitless for the ship’s crew had resisted all the lures the whores of Kingshaven could muster. They always came ashore. But can he do it? Can he fuck his own sister? He was upset and was confused.Ranga at 28 was tall and strong. He had not married yet for the simple reason that marriage meant only one woman to fuck but single meant free to fuck around anyone he wanted. He was easy going and had been free with his fucking around. His good looks and strong body helped him get any woman he wanted no matter what her status may be. In fact it was the married women who loved to give themselves to him. He was good in. I was oblivious as to what was about to happen. Closing the door and locking it behind us, he grabbed me by the hips and pushed me towards the counter. ‘I can’t wait until we get home. I need to have you now.’ I wasn’t going to argue. I locked my lips to his in a desperate need I rarely ever needed to show as he pulled my skirt up and around my waist. My pussy now out in the open, he ran his finger quickly over my clit before pushing me up onto the counter. I spread my legs wide enough to take. “Thanks.”She waved the wand and said, “You can lie again.” She looked at him, expectantly.“Nothing,” he said. “I mean I didn’t feel anything.”“Do you want to make love with me?” she asked.“Desperately,” he sighed.She frowned. It hadn’t worked. Why hadn’t it worked? More to the point, why had it worked when she told him to be truthful?She thought back to what she’d done. The gestures with the wand were something she’d practiced so much that they came naturally, now. But that had never done.