And I just stared until she said, “Um ... hey?”“Hey.” was all I could think to say back. Did I actually describe myself as smart once?“You d...ne?”“Oh ... yeah.” I said moving out of her way to the bathroom. As she slipped inside and shut the door I stood in the hall and wondered, ‘Since when did it get difficult to talk to my sister? Sure I had peeped on her in a semi-lesbian experience with a friend, and then almost had sex with said friend, and we had watched each other masturbate, and then we. Sitting next to Janice, I could smell her sex, even over the strong black coffee, her open legs exposing her cunt smell to the room and it filled my nose. I could feel my cock twitch. Sitting up Janice kissed me and drank the hot coffee and then laid back down against my chest, her leg over mine. I realised we hadn’t said 5 words to each other this morning, but without saying another her hand started to undo the tie of the robe and reach in to first find a nipple to tweak and then cup my clean. She estimated that he had to be well under five foot tall. Maybe four foot-six or even shorter.“Where am I?”“You were in a plane crash.”She nodded her head, “But where?”“The interior of Alaska, about one hundred miles south of Barrow.Do you want something to eat?”“Not now,” her voice slowly returned. “I’m thirsty and need something for the pain. When I was out, I didn’t feel it.”“That’s because I’ve been giving you shots of morphine,” he stated, heading to the kitchen and getting her a bottle. A slight look ofdisappointment crossed her face and I stammered out, "Why ... how ...what?!"She smiled and then told me her story. She was Mistress Jean's husbandand together they had brought and opened this hotel. However, one dayMistress Jean had caught him snooping on Mistress Natasha as she wasgetting dressed. His punishment was to be the maid in place ofMistress Natasha, and for her and Mistress Jean to watch him gettingdressed in women's clothes. The promises of the punishment ending.