He actually had only heard a part of the tape in the limousine, but now he knew the full story. It had been hard for him to believe that the woman on ...he tape was his brother Tim's lady-like wife, but finally, it was impossible not to recognize her voice, even though she was undergoing the stresses and strains of making love with his baby brother Erick.He sighed and sat all the way back in his chair, staring into space in the direction of the book-lined library."What else was I to do?" Erick. I watched as she inhaled Brat’s sexual odor and smile.Connie said, “I know where that finger has been. Do you really want your finger to smell like her pussy?”I leaned in and kissed my sister like the lover that I was, then I said, “I think she smells as good as you do, but I really should do a comparison test to prove it.”Connie looked at her daughter and asked, “Your bedroom or mine?”Brat just smiled and said, “Your bed is bigger.”So I followed the two girls up to Connie’s bedroom and watched. Turning back to Bev, she ground her sweaty cunt into her face without mercy. “Lick my stinking pussy, you fucking slut!” she yelled, as she gyrated her hips into Bev’s helpless mouth. “Oh yeah, I can tell you like that!” She teased. Bev was shocked and astounded at the position she found herself in. But, she had to admit to herself, she was really turned on playing the “victim” role. She squirmed and fought to free her bound hands from the tightly tied pantyhose, to no avail. The big woman. Most of Jack’s family were and are farmers and we are well on the way to becoming self-sufficient. The weather down here is good and we know the area well. There seem to be very few people left, many fewer than the three percent that we were told would survive. Our guess, based upon Atlanta, is maybe one tenth of that estimate at the most.“What is your situation in Wisconsin?”“Right now, we are just moving into spring. The lake is almost free of ice. Our concern is mostly long term. We aren’t.