My fists clenched, my body trembling. “First, you are never touching alcohol again. You'll—” My thoughts burned. A thousand needles stabbed into...my mind. My words cut off into a groan as my vision fuzzed black for a moment. I didn't care. “It makes you sick. Beer, wine, spirits. It doesn't matter. Any alcohol wants to make you throw up.” The pain flared through my mind, but I talked through them, my words growing tighter. When I finished, I sucked in deep breaths, the discomfort retreating as. Rhykov had never mastered the art of skiing, so was content to delegate urgent tasks to those who had.Occasionally, the wind would blow down the D/F loop antenna he'd fixed onto the roof of his 'headquarters' hut. It was while he was attempting to repair it during a howling wind that he'd slipped and fell off into the snow below.The sisters had laughed uncontrollably as they tried to assist his extraction from the deep, soft snow. Rhykov cursed loudly as he struggled from the freezing, wet. She laughed at that and said "No, you didn't scar me, but it didn't get me hot like I thought it would. You have a nice penis and look good doing it, but it just didn't get me going." I told her that was good, I was her brother and we shouldn't think that way. She laughed again and said "Don't worry, I don't want to have sex with you, but I haven't been excited about sex in a long time and was trying to get myself going. Mark just was not good at it, so we didn't do it and I figured if I got. ...... in your time of need,... Somehow,... someway,... I took it too far,... and I didn't stop,... when I should have,... which in turn, began to break down my sense of morals,... which led us to where we are today,... I took advantage of the opportunity,... to introduce you,... to something different,... unspoken... to see if you would react to my stimuli,... and you were very receptive indeed,... I want you to know,... that I don't regret what occurred.