I shouldn’t have been at that point but I was; I was shocked. After everything I’d heard and seen, I guess I should have figured that Brian would ...ind a way to fulfill his dark fantasy as I suppose I had too. I considered my father and some of the things he made me do to indulge his unnatural urges. And it would seem that I had done the very same thing with Jerome. And now Brian was doing it to me. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I suppose. “I…I need to soak all this in.” I told. Once he touches her she's lost, unable to do anything other than feel and react, when he's inside her she struggles to breath, when she takes him into her mouth she doesn't care how she looks, she can't concentrate on anything but the taste of him and the feel of him beneath her tongue, the way he swells when she sucks and how he pushes against the back of her throat, making her gag and tears run down her face as she tries to suck more of him into her mouth. Afterwards she can never remember. The farmwoman had patched many similar injuries with the skill of a field surgeon. Surely a trained medic could do the job just as well. She hovered over the medic, a Corporal barely out of his teens, barking out instructions to him in English sprinkled with French. ‘Non, non…vous dois…you must take that off carefully…he’s been bleeding,’ Madame Renault instructed pointing to the dark crimson bed sheets beneath the man she now knew as 1st Lieutenant Daniel Carven — they’d finally made their. My dearest, darling little sister. I love you. Pump you tiny cunt against your brother. Let me feel your sticky honey gush out. Fuck your pussy against your brother."I slid the hand that had been stroking the small of her back lower until I felt it slide off her T-shirt and onto the small thrusting mounds of her buttocks. The flesh was hot and slippery beneath my fingers. I stroked patterns in the sweat that covered them. Gingerly, I slipped my fingers into the crease and stroked up and down.