"But I can't call you sister now that you've married Grandpa! I'm so confused!" Dolos let his words punctuate the thrusts of his fingers. Once he could clearly hear the wet sounds of her vagina, he slowly extracted his fingers. Like he was smelling a fine wine, Dolos circled them under his nose.
"Mmm. What a lovely bouquet. Mild with a hint of vanilla, I think." His tongue licked the side of one finger and his lips smacked as her taste filled his mouth. "Oh, yes, and cinnamon."
Looking around, he spotted the closest male onlooker and held out his fingers. "Would you like a taste? I promise Grandma won't mind. She loves it when we share."