On the bed, soaked with fluids of various kinds, Lucas was sleeping peacefully after exhausting himself. On his chest lay Alice, who gingerly lifted her head and looked at the relaxed face of her little brother as well as lover.
She had just woken up from her sleep and could still feel the remnants of their lovemaking dripping out of her flower that was still plugged by the squishy and soft manhood of her brother.
After connecting for the umpteenth time, the two eventually succumbed to fatigue before they could even separate and clean themselves.
However, Alice didn't feel any aversion to being covered by her and her brother's fluid, along with the fishy smell accompanying them. She was, in fact, quite elated, for all of this was the product of the lovemaking between her and her brother.
