Yeva Zhang, professor of Egyptology, zoomed in on the ancient parchment for the audience and indicated the relevant parts with her pointer.

“As you can see, the male figures on the Turin Papyrus have outlandishly large genitalia. This leads us to believe that the function of the twelve sexual scenes depicted was satirical, meant to amuse rather than titillate. Regardless, the survival of this document is almost miraculous, and it serves as a snapshot of ancient Egyptian culture. We are very lucky to have this priceless artefact on loan from Italy. Now, if there are any questions from the floor, before we end?”

From the lectern, Yeva saw hands shoot up. 

“Yes, sir?”

“Did the Royal Egyptians really marry their siblings?”

Yeva smiled ruefully. Every time she spoke at a museum, someone asked that question.

“Strictly speaking, yes, they did, at least in a religious sense. Obviously, saying siblings were legally married does not necessarily mean they interbred. Possibly, aristocratic sons and daughters-in-law were adopted into the Royal family, then given the title of, quote unquote, ‘brother’ or ‘sister’, but were not in fact blood relations. 

Alternatively, siblings may have ‘married’ but had their sexual relations with other people.

There is some evidence of genetic interbreeding, but that can be explained by Royal refusal to marry commoners rather than sibling marriage. So, to answer your question, we don’t know for sure. In my view, siblings, no. Cousins…very probably.”

Yeva finished the Q and A, but lingered behind afterwards to admire the Turin Papyrus alone. Twelve images, some partially destroyed. Twelve men and women, or, she thought, the same man and woman depicted twelve times, in twelve different sexual positions. The male’s penis was colossal, impossibly large. 

In one, the woman was being taken, standing, from behind. In another, she was practically doing a handstand while the guy gave it to her. There was one in which she would be riding him, but his penis was so absurdly long that she was raised off the ground and balancing on the head! There was no way it was ever meant to be taken seriously. 

Staring at the artefact, Yeva began to wonder who, aeons ago, had seen and held this odd artwork when it was new and undamaged…

*

“I want to see you both tonight. Come at sunset,” her father, the Pharaoh, had said. Rainat had racked her brains to think of what she or her brother might have done wrong, but could think of nothing. 

“It’ll be about the wedding, I’m sure,” her servant had said to reassure her. 

Rainat always made sure to wear her best attire for an audience with her father. She brushed and beaded her hair and applied makeup to her face. But when she arrived outside the Pharaoh’s chamber, she found that her brother had made absolutely no effort at all.

“Not even a shirt?” she said disapprovingly, surveying him in his loincloth.

“I’m of age now. I’m a prince. I dress up for no one.”

Rainat shook her head. Her soon-to-be husband was certainly sure of himself. They knocked.

“Enter.”

The Prince and the Princess entered and bowed respectfully.

“Welcome, Rainat. Welcome, Ramesses. Come in and sit down.”

Their father cut an impressive figure. Huge and muscular, he dominated the room.

Rainat took a seat beside her brother.

“Now you are both of age, you are, as tradition dictates, to marry. Upon your wedding, you will be permitted to engage in activities that you have not experienced yet, ie, sex. Done well, sex will be a source of lifelong pleasure, as well as a sure route to motherhood for you, Rainat, and fatherhood for you, Ramesses.”

“Father, with respect, I…we…do know how babies are made!”

Rainat giggled a little at Rameses’ protest.

“Yes…but you don’t know how to enjoy making them!”

Their father unrolled a large parchment. Rainat and Ramesses stared at it. There were twelve pictures of people…doing it. And not only from behind, which was how Rainat had heard it was done, but in every manner of position. There, the woman was on her back at a right angle! In another, she appeared to be kneeling on top of him. In one image, she was standing on one leg, somehow keeping her balance while being penetrated! And the man’s phallus was…enormous! She’d never seen one so large. 

“As you can see, there are all manner of positions to consider and try. Nightly practice and honest communication are the keys to pleasurable intercourse. You two peruse this for as long as you like, and then Aun is going to take you on a little trip. You’ll need cloaks, hoods and veils. Be well!”
And their father left them alone.

Rainat looked at the woman bending over being penetrated from behind, then, rather uncertainly, at her brother. She wasn’t at all sure that she liked the idea of doing that with him. 

Rainat’s heart was with Hera, her father’s strong, quiet groomsman. She’d made many excuses to spend time down at the stables, and she was sure he had feelings for her, too. The problem was that she was a princess, and he was a lowly servant.

“Rainat,” Ramesses said, “Do you think we…have to?”

“I suppose so.”

“I’ve never thought of you…like that. I’m not sure I can,” he said quietly. Turning her head, she made eye contact with her brother and nodded.

The Vizier Aun, who was also their tutor, led them through the darkened streets of Thebes. They passed through the market and the main square, and as they walked, they kept their heads bowed and their hoods tight.

Aun halted suddenly at the entrance to an alleyway. Rainat saw a solitary lamp burning and a person on a stool in the gloom. Aun looked furtively around, then darted into the alleyway, beckoning Rainat and Ramesses to follow him. 

Quickly, they hurried to the man. Up close, Rainat saw he was quite old and surprisingly well dressed.

“We’re from the palace,” Aun whispered quietly. “Word was sent to expect us?”

The vendor laughed a deep, booming laugh. 

“Ah, yes, the young prince and princess!”

“Ssshhh,” Aun hushed the man violently.

“So, young masters. I am a purveyor of education around the arts of love. Please accept these with my humble compliments.”

He produced two scrolls of cheap-looking parchment. On the front was emblazoned “Lush Papyri”.

‘Lush Papyri,” Rainat thought to herself, ‘What on earth is that?”

“I produce a monthly edition of this parchment. They are fictional stories, grouped according to your private desires!” said the man. 

Rainat now saw that, yes, there were stories divided by thick lines of ink. 

“Bi-sexual.” “Threesomes.” “Anal sex.”

Anal sex? Gross, she thought. One of the chapters was called “Taboo.” She read the first line of that story and was aghast to see her own name on the page!

“Oh, Vizier Aun, fuck me!” cried the Princess Rainat, her legs waving helplessly and high in the air as her tutor pumped deep inside her…”

Eeewww!

“Sir, who wrote this?” she asked indignantly. 

“Any literate citizen is welcome to contribute, Your Highness,” the vendor said softly, “That one was by a writer called MC97BC”.

“This is an outrage. Don’t you have rules on stories about living people?”

“Well, technically yes, but it’s tough to find the moderators these days!” 

“Look, sis, there’s a sci-fi and fantasy category!” Ramesses said with a giggle,

“Here, you’ll find living mummies, dog-headed Gods and shadowy boatmen waiting to fulfil your desires!”

Rainat laughed and looked at the script Ramesses was pointing to.

“Mummy I’d Like To Fuck!” was the title. She read,

“I’d heard the term MILF, but until my wife amazed doctors by awakening during the mummification process, I never imagined it would happen to me! Luckily, they allowed her to keep the bandages…”

“These scrolls are for you,” said the old man, “Consider them a wedding gift, Your Highnesses. Enjoy them in health, and best wishes for the nuptials.”

Thanking the vendor, the trio scurried back to the palace.

That night, in bed, Rainat lit her candles and picked up the Lush Papyri. What did she think about when she touched herself? She thought about…a strong man who started gently but who dominated her. She thought about being held tight, his grip firm around her behind as he thrust deeply…

She decided to try…rough sex. Locating the chapter, she began to read.

“Cleopatra pulled the pillow beneath her chest for support, spread her knees wider, and presented her pussy for her lover. In a heartbeat, she felt his huge phallus enter her, and then he was thrusting, and she threw her head back.

“Take the hair! Grab the beads!” Cleopatra urged.
He obliged, his left hand pulling her hair back. Julius drove his cock into Cleopatra while steadying himself with a hand that clasped her butt cheek and, she was sure, spreading her buttocks suggestively.

“Who’s the Imperator?” cried Caesar.

“You are, you! Oh, fuck me, Julius!!”

As she read, Rainat reached under her dress and began to touch herself. Her fingers felt for her clit, began to stroke gently, and continued reading.

Cleopatra’s body rocked forward and back. Caesar’s cock was ramming into her like the battering rams he used to break city walls. It was thick and hard, and it felt so fucking good. In fact, between the physical exertion and the pleasure, Cleo’s head was starting to swim. Her pussy was soaking the sheets: she could feel wet patches when her belly touched the bed.  

“You want this thing in your ass?” Caesar gasped, breathless from his own efforts.

“Yes!”

As soon as she’d said it, Caesar pulled out of her pussy and, using her own juices to lubricate her hole with his finger, he shoved his cock into Cleopatra’s gaping sphincter.

“Ow!”

But Caesar was thrusting again. Cleopatra felt his cock pounding hard…”

Rainat stopped. It was going a bit too far for her tastes now. She flipped through to the chapter marked “Oral.”

 Pati undid his loincloth and dropped it to the floor. Anubi let him climb onto the bed and then mounted his body, resting her frame on his, feeling his heart beating through his ribcage and the warmth of his muscular body. His cock easily slipped into her mouth, and it tasted nice, much nicer than her husband’s… 

Rainat felt her fingers work her clit, trying to believe a man was licking her there. 

Pati’s face was pressed so close to her vagina that she could feel his breath, feel his nose on her body as if he were trying to press it inside her, and his tongue was touching her in places she had never been touched before. Now flat on her clit. Now it was wiggling left to right, and now being drawn slowly down her slit…

With her own fingers, Rainat copied the movements the writer described. Then, with the fingers of her left hand, she formed an imaginary penis and slipped it into her mouth. 

Closing her eyes, she tossed aside the Lush Papyri and imagined Hera, the hot stable lad, with his mouth between her legs, devouring her dripping pussy, rubbing her back, and moaning as she drew long, lustful sucks on his quivering penis…it was working! She repeated the motions, circling, pressing gently, and she could feel her breath shorten and her nipples tense. Sweat broke out on her brow as she worked her fingers harder now, pressing firmly in the right spots and pretending to suck that cock, which she knew would be deep, deep inside her soon…

An image of the stable hand, naked, erect, flashed through her mind as she came, her body jerking up and her legs high in the air. She squealed with pleasure, then immediately clamped her hand over her mouth lest her brother was next door. 

Well, she thought to herself, if I must do the deed with Rameses, I can always escape into the world of fantasy.

The day of the Royal wedding dawned at last. She was dressed before dawn in finery; then they went to the temple to pray. There was a modest breakfast, and then the brief ceremony. Then, the newlyweds were paraded through Thebes. Members of the public lined the streets, cheering.  Rainat and her brother waved to the public, knowing the importance of public interaction for the monarchy.

And the feast at the palace! Even as a Princess, she had never eaten such food. She was so full that she felt she’d never need to eat again. When the sun went down, she sat with her father and brother-husband at the table.

“So, it is time for your first bedding. I wish you a happy night of lovemaking. Good night!”

He rose, turning to leave. Rainat looked at Ramesses for help.

“Er, father?” Ramesses said hesitantly, “Rainat and I are happy to be married, but we agreed that…we don’t really feel…”

“The desire to…act like the people on the parchment? At least not together.” Rainat supplied.

The Pharaoh did not turn, but spoke in a low, ominous voice.

“You don’t want to make love?”

“No, Sir.”

He turned to face them. They watched their father’s frown anxiously, then sighed with relief as he burst out laughing. 

“By Amun-Ra, you two make me laugh! You really thought I expected you to sleep together! Of course, you must choose another partner for your bed. Pass the names of your choices to Aun and, if they consent, they will be brought to your chambers tonight.”

“He almost had me going then,” said Rainat as she walked with Ramesses to their chambers, “Thank goodness he was joking!” 

“Yeah. Oh well. At least we get some tonight. Who are you going to ask for?”

“I…don’t know.”

“I bet you do!” her brother said with a smile. “In fact, I bet it’s that stable lad I’ve seen you flirting with!”

Rainat blushed, but did not deny it. 

“And you?”

“I was thinking about asking your servant. She’s beautiful.”

“She’s thirty! And a widow!”

“All the more reason. She’s got the experience of a married woman.”

“But you can’t have children with her!”

“Who said anything about having children tonight? Let’s just try it and learn today.”

“Sure, I guess.”

Trying to pluck up the courage to summon Hera, Rainat spent the afternoon reading some more from “Lush Papyri”. She looked up a chapter labelled “First Time.”

“Annipe felt Babu’s arms wrap around her body, and his chest pressed gently to her back. Babu was kissing her neck, and he slowly brushed one hand upwards from her belly to her breast. His soft lips and gentle touch electrified Annipe - her fears and nerves were melting away as his touch expressed his love for her. 

“Undress me,” she whispered. inhaling deeply of his scent. 

At last, he gently lifted her arms up, then pulled her tunic up and off her body. Only her skirt remained, but before he removed it, Babu stepped in front of her, loosened his tunic, and let it fall. 

Annipe looked down at his penis, which was a handsomely proportioned thing that was swelling rapidly. Annipe dropped her skirt, stepped out of it, and wrapped a tight fist around Babu’s cock. 

“You’re beautiful!” he said.

“So are you,” she whispered back, gently jerking his penis, which was now sticking straight out, as hard as could be, back and forth. 

Annipe moved closer and leaned towards him. Babu kissed her, a kiss that started slowly and hesitantly. But when Babu put his hand on her bare bottom and pulled her close, they kissed passionately, urgently, releasing long repressed desires, their tongues intertwining, their lips pressed tightly together…. “

Making love sounded so nice, thought Rainat. She’d long known how to make babies in the medical sense, but before being given “Lush Papyri” she’d never thought about sex as something that gave you an emotional connection. 

She put the story down, closed her eyes, and thought of Hera helping her undress and kissing her. She pictured him revealing his private parts to her, wondering how it would feel to touch his sexual organs, and how it would feel to be touched. She just had to go and get him!  

Just then, there was movement outside her room. There was the sound of a woman laughing, footsteps, and then her brother’s voice said, “In here!”

Rameses had found a lover! 

She smiled, feeling happy for him. Picking up the story again, she read,

Annipe lay down on the bed and opened her legs for Babu. But she was in for a surprise. Rather than use his penis, he pressed his lips to her vagina and kissed her once, twice, three times, before running his tongue up to her clitoris. Gently kissing her thighs, he encouraged her to close her legs so that they sandwiched his head as he ate her out. Annipe put her hands on his head and felt his soft hair, then she closed her eyes. The licking of her vagina felt so good. He now slipped a finger inside her, still licking, still kissing, and the gentle stroke of his finger made her squirm on her bottom, so pleasurable was the sensation… 

‘Mmm…’ thought Rainat, reaching for her privates and slipping her hand under her skirt.

She never knew how long Babu ate her for, but Annipe came twice before, her head swimming, she felt him rise from between her legs. He got onto the bed and crawled up to her.

“Are you ready?” he asked. He was shaking his penis with his right hand.

“Yes…but kiss me first,” she said quietly. Their mouths met again. Without breaking the kiss, Babu rolled onto his knees and pressed his penis up to her vagina. She felt him down there, willed him to do it, to enter her…”

Just then, she heard six bangs from the next-door room, as if something was bumping against the wall, and her brother’s voice;

“Yes! Yes! Oh, I’m going to come!”

Rainat laughed but covered her ears.

“Oh, Anubis! Anubiiisss!” cried Ramesses next door, so loud she heard it clearly, even with her ears blocked. There was laughter and a woman’s voice, muffled. So Ramesses’s first experience was, apparently, over. 

Rainat tried to resume diddling herself, but the mood had been broken. She heard someone open the door and walk away down the hall. There was a knock on the door. Hurriedly arranging her clothes, she opened it to find her brother there, a towel wrapped around his waist.

“That was…incredible!” he said excitedly.

“Good!” Rainat said, smiling.

“She’s coming back for more, too! Did you ask Hera?”

“No, not yet. I’m a bit nervous. And shy. I’m trying to pluck up the courage.”

“Just do it, Rainat. It’s amazing, trust me! I’ll go out and give you privacy for an hour.”

When he’d gone, Rainat flicked to the end of the Annipe and Babu story.

At last, her pussy sore and soaked, Annipe felt Babu’s grip on her ankles weaken. Looking up, she saw that he had closed his eyes…he was about to come! His cock was still thrusting, and he was holding her legs high in the air at the edge of the bed. 

“Oooh!” Babu groaned, then she felt him pull out of her. She watched intently as he grabbed his cock and jerked frantically for five seconds, then a jet of white semen shot out of his penis and sprayed across her belly!

Babu arched his neck back, breathing deeply. When Babu looked at her again, Annipe reached down, dipped her index finger in the pool of cum around her navel, and licked his semen from her cum-soaked digit...

Rainat snapped the parchment shut. It was time to get laid.

“Vizier Aun, would you instruct Hera to pay me a call in my chambers, please?”

“The groomsman, Highness?” 

“Yes.”

“Now?”

“Yes, please.”

It was the merest twitch of his eyes, the slightest fall in his smile, but Aun’s expression betrayed him. Rainat realised he had hoped to be her first.

Rainat washed herself with a cloth and a basin, and then she straightened her black hair. She was suddenly nervous, waiting for Hera to arrive. She thought of calling it off. He was a palace employee; she could just ask him to do something trivial and dismiss him. Nobody would think anything of it. 

But she had to try sex sooner or later, she knew. To distract herself from her nerves, she sent a servant to bring her the sex papyrus her father had shown her, which she spread out and examined while she waited.

“Good afternoon, Your Highness. You sent for me?” 

Hera, unaccustomed to being summoned except if there were problems, looked nervous. 

He stood at her door in his loincloth with his hands behind his back. Rainat surveyed his bare, hairless torso and his strong legs. He was about five years older than she, and outdoor work had sculpted his form and darkened his skin. 

“Yes. Come in, Hera. You don’t need to be afraid.”  

“I was worried something was wrong, Your Highness.”

“No, there’s nothing wrong. Hera, how long have we known each other?”

“About two years, Highness, since I joined the stables.”

“And you know that I recently married Ramesses?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“Good. Hera, I know that in the streets, they laugh and say how strange it is that the royal siblings make love.”

“I’ve heard it, ma’am, I’ll not deny. Never quite believed those stories.”

“Good. It’s not true. My brother and I are free to consort with anyone we choose. And that’s why I asked you here.”

“Ma’am?”

Rainat didn’t reply. She slowly, theatrically, reached for the cord to her dress, untied it, and let it fall to the floor. At a meter’s distance, she stood naked before him, smiling. 

Hera stood, looking at her incredulously.

“I’ve found you attractive since I met you, Hera,” Rainat said as she stepped closer, “And I’d like you to be my first.”

Looking Hera square in the eyes, Rainat took his hand and placed it on her breast. It was the first time anyone else had touched her bare breast, and she thrilled at the warmth of his palm on her skin and the touch to her nipple.

“I want you to take off that loincloth, show me your big cock, and fuck me as if your life depends on it.”

She let her words sink in.

“In fact,” she added, pausing for effect, “It does!”

Hera’s eyes widened.

“I’m joking Hera! Come on, if you’d like to take a princess’s virginity, I’m all yours!”

Rainat held out her hand, and he took it. She pulled him close, and she embraced him, holding his body to hers. Rainat rubbed his bare back with her palms, then looked up into his eyes. He took the cue and kissed her. She could feel him getting hard through his waistband.

“This is not how I pictured my day at work, ma’am!”

Rainat laughed, but she now understood he needed help to bridge the class divide. 

She thought it would be fun to introduce Hera to the Lush papyri stories, but the groomsman was probably illiterate. Instead, she remembered the scroll.

“Hera, let's take a look at this!” 

She got up, retrieved the papyrus, and sat next to him. Hera looked it over.

“Where did you get this?”

“It’s part of my father’s art collection. It’s amazing, isn’t it?!”

“Yes!”

“Do you think you can get me into all these positions, Hera?”

“Most of them. But I’m not sure anyone could do it like that!” 

He indicated the central image of a woman bending so far over backwards that she could see through her own legs, with the enormous phallus apparently deep inside her.

“Well, if we never try, we’ll never know! Come on, let's get you naked!

Hera undid his loincloth and dropped it to the floor. Rainat admired his thick, long member.

“Kiss me,” she whispered to him, before taking his penis in her hand and squeezing it. She fondled his cock, and Hera leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Rainat jerked his cock and squeezed his balls gently. She initiated a second kiss, and this time their tongues met. 

“Is it your first time too?” she asked quietly.

“No, ma’am.”

“Then you know how to pleasure a woman?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“One last thing, then no more talk. Around the palace, I remain Ma’am and Your Highness. In this room, when we are naked, we are equals. In this situation alone, you may use my name and call me Rainat.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Rainat laughed, then kissed him again. 

“Take me. Fuck me like you do any normal girl!”

Hera seized her shoulders and pushed her onto the bed.

“That’s more like it!”

He pulled her legs apart. Rainat felt his tongue pressed to her swelling clit, felt him press his lips to her thighs, and then a middle finger was inserted. It stroked inside her with a come-hither motion as he licked her genitals and kissed, kissed her body up to her navel and down to near the crack of her behind. Rainat squirmed, playing with her nipples. By Amun Ra, this felt good, she thought. 

“Yes! Yes! Lick it just like that!”

Herat added a second finger, and then a third. When he gently spread those fingers apart whilst inside her, Rainat gasped.

“You taste delicious, Your Highness,” muttered Hera.

“You taste delicious who?”

“You taste delicious, Rai…Rainat.”

“Thank you. No talking. Just lick me, and maybe I can come!”

He was building up an orgasm for her; there was no doubt about it. Each brush of his tongue and kiss from his lips was adding to the swelling pleasure inside. She found she wanted to hold something, wanted to kick her legs up in the air. She raised them and wrapped them around his neck, then grabbed hold of his thick, curly locks.

Rainat closed her eyes, pressing her cunt to his face, urging him to eat her harder, faster, deeper, thinking about taking his cock in every position on the papyri and a hundred others they would invent themselves. 

She had no idea how long he was down for, but eventually he brought her there, and her orgasm burst like the overflowing Nile. Waves of pleasure flooded through her, and Rainat completely forgot herself, forgot her brother was next door, forgot she was a princess. Sheer joy lit up every nerve in her body as Hera played with every inch of her genitalia. 

“Yes! Yes!”

“Would you like more, ma’...would you like more, or shall we try penetration?”

Rainat was still breathless. Her head was swimming. 

“I want your penis,” she whispered.

She opened her legs. Hera kissed her sweetly.

Rainat raised her head to see his cock as he positioned his body carefully. 

“It might be a little painful. I licked you and used my fingers to stretch it, so it hurts less.”

She felt the head of Hera’s dick nudge her lips, and then there was a pop, and he was in.

“It didn’t hurt at all!”

Hera stooped, kissed her, then thrust inside her once, twice, three times. Rainat put her arms around his body and drew him close, kissing his neck and breathing in his scent.

 Her body rocked with the rhythm, and Rainat felt her nerves melt away as she grew used to his member inside her, displaying her body and the shedding of her Royal persona.

She felt an urge to experiment and asked to change position.

“Which position would please you?” Hera asked.

“That one!” Rainat said, indicating a woman standing, bent at the waist, taking it from behind.

“I was hoping you’d say that!”

Rainat stood, bent over, placed her hands on the wall, and stepped her legs apart. She watched Hera get up, his cock glistening with her juices, and move behind her.  She braced herself as he entered her, and felt his hands caress her hips and squeeze her tightened buttocks.

As Hera moved inside her, Rainat knew to rock back and forth on his cock, letting him deeper in, then feeling the motion of his shaft being withdrawn. 

“Does it feel good for you, Hera?” she asked.

“Yes!”

“How? Describe it to me.”

“You…grip and squeeze my gland as I move inside you, mistress. Especially where there is no skin, it feels wonderful!”

Her back soon ached, so they consulted the parchment. 

“That’s not what a woman riding a penis looks like!” laughed Hera.

“Teach me.”

Moments later, Rainat pulled his cock into position and helped it in. Hera was hot from this angle, his muscular chest and abdomen glowing in the candlelight. Rainat felt his lustful gaze on her body as she rocked on his penis. He was engrossed, almost worshipful; She was used to insincere flattery, but fucking Hera made Rainat feel like a Goddess. 

“Let’s try it standing,” he said.

The woman on the papyrus did it without any support, but it was soon clear to Rainat that this was impossible, so she leant on the wall, braced her arm on a chair, and had Hera lift her left thigh up. Hera thrust harder. Rainat felt the leg she was standing on tremble. It was an effort to hold, but it felt so good, her head was swimming…she was coming again! The princess and the groomsman made eye contact as he drove his cock into her.

She came hard, squealing. Sixty seconds later, Hera’s cock jerked inside her, then went limp.

Rainat rested her head on Hera’s shoulder, naked, in love. Briefly not caring about class or caste was her second first time of the night.

“How long until you can try again?”

“Not long, mis…”

She put a finger to his lips and kissed him.

“Perhaps I could read you a story while we wait?”