“These are for George and us of course.” The man rubbed my tattoo, my mark. Pushing his fingers inside me. “George is very lucky to have his mar... on you. You little whore, you love this, your cunt is dripping. I know my wife just cleaned you out and you are positively dripping again. I think you need a little spanking. I think you are such a filthy little girl you should always be spanked, don’t you think so dad?” The older man just responded with his hands on me. They took turns spanking. The second phase was almost half complete.The crews moved from house to house finishing their trade, then turning the house over to another group of workers to do their thing. It was working in a nice flow. The painters were a couple of houses behind but that was okay. It gave all the other trades time to finish completely. Once the painters finished it was time to turn the house over to the owners.It looked as though the project was going to be a bit heavily weighted with Middle aged grass. Now they had to digest this sudden change in our relation. But as Bhaiya said he managed his parents’ resistance and finally they made up their mind. My Mom and Aunt couldn’t take it easy. How a brother and sister could marry? Bhaiya told them that sibling relation was force on us by them only while it was not our choice. Though we didn’t object to their wish we never lived like brother and sister. This situation continued for few months. Meanwhile, I had missed my periods for about 4 months.. She pulled everything out of his pockets. She looked up at the driver. ‘Hand it all here and get back in.’ He said. She gave him everything, even the pistol. She went back around behind the car and climbed back in. ‘What are you gonna do?’ She asked, realizing she was the only witness to the murder. ‘Don’t know. Why don’t you suck my cock while I think about it?’ He said. She looked at him for a moment. He saw her hesitation and reached over and grabbed her by the neck, pulling her close..