The Captain is waiting for you. Follow me please.”The Captain, a tall, slim midnight-black man stood waiting with the lieutenant from the morning’... orientation beside him. Uncertain which protocol to use from her sleep training, Vivie halted before him and said, “Cadet Genevieve Arthur, sir.”“Relax, Cadet,” he responded, his vivid green eyes sparkling. “Prissy tells me you go by Vivie or Cadet Vivie as circumstance warrant. It suits you. So be it.” He turned to address the twins. “And you must. Dad grabbed my hip tightly and used it to leverage himself up onto his knees, trapping my lower leg under him. He grabbed my upper leg and pushed the knee high. He then returned his cock head to between my vaginal lips, pushing insistently."Nooo..." I moaned.His cock slipped into me, the lubrication produced during my sex dream and the leverage this new position afforded him making it easy. I gasped as my stepdad's thick, hard penis once again entered my inexperienced love channel, stretching. Despite that, the parlor fire would by morning burn down to ashes and a few embers. Getting up in the morning was done surrounded by clouds of one's breath in the frosty upstairs air.It was a long, cold run to the outhouse in winter. Pails under each bed were carried and emptied at morning call.Winter life at the Wolf Creek homestead seemed very closed in for Graydon, sheltered, his world centered around the warm house and the sheltering barn. He swaddled himself in boots, sweater, a heavy. ”“He still does it. I reckon I’ve picked up a lot of his feelings and premonitions, being around him all the time,” Little Eli said as they walked toward the entrance of the hotel.“We’ve been dry back home this summer too, but we did get some good early rains and made a really good alfalfa hay crop at home and down at Pecan Ridge.”They were standing on the boardwalk in front of the hotel, neither really wanting to part, yet knowing they needed to get some rest.“Eli, I reckon we’ll sleep on all.