At some thick wooden gates the cart was stopped by guardand another guard came to look us over. He grinned at us. "So, moreslaves. This is a pretty bu...ch. This one especially!" He looked meover lasciviously and squeezed my breasts."Not for you! Hands off! You couldn't afford her on a soldier'swages!" the driver laughed. The soldier jovially slapped my rear,grinned at my small yelp and waved us on.The cart pushed through the city gates, along a street filled withcitizens and eventually came to a. ."The children seemed to be getting along just fine, after all!Linda stood there, trembling in a confusion of emotions. Her first impulse was to burst in on them and confront whatever shocking scene she would find.But on the other hand, she might be jumping to conclusions. Just because those ominous groans sounded shocking enough in themselves, that didn't have to mean anything wicked was really going on, did it? After all... oh God, not her own children!Hoping against hope that her imagination. It took a phone call to the training DI of Bret's platoon, and to the Capitan of the Training Battalion, to get his application accepted. Both insisted that Bret was qualified to apply.It was during a ten mile training run two days later, that changes began to take place in Bret's life. About seven miles into the run, with Bret's mind on his studies of the previous night, there was a loud crash. It seemed to shake the road under him.It appeared an eighteen wheeler was unable to stop before. The robe is open enough to show off the chemise which ends half way down her thigh. It easily covers her lack of cleavage, but clings so delicately to her developing curves.“Wow!” is all he can say as his sister closes the space between them.“You bought me such a pretty outfit,” she praises.“And words cannot begin to describe how incredibly sexy you look,” he replies. The outfit is something they had wanted to try out when they were younger, but being so young it was plausible they could buy.