After our first encounter, when we both discovered our addiction to masturbation, my sister and I had settled into a fairly regular and furtive affair...She was often asked by my mother to get me up for school, and she devised a wicked and risky way to do this….She would slip silently into my bedroom, and slide her hand under the covers, and begin to fondle my balls, and rub her hand over my cock, which would respond immediately, and, whilst sitting on my bed, she would take my hand and slip it. He knew he had let her down, one mistake leading to another. If only people took care, she thought. “Calling you a pig was wrong,” she said, “they are tidy eaters.” Moistening a napkin with water from the jug she gently washed away the worst of the mess from his face. She looked at his body which was well kept if a little overweight and smiled gently. Then looking him straight in the eye she took his balls and penis in her hand and said softly, “I might have a use for this later” Unable to. This time it effectively knocked the hell out of Harman as he hit the bunker wall and slid down it unconscious. Alan shook his head he hated to be Harman when he woke up if the headache wasn’t enough, Alan knew that Truda would lay into him.Alan reached out making sure Harman was alright when he received a shock. This little fit of anger had pushed Harman a lot higher than Alan thought it would have. Again interesting, what the hell? Was he going to have to piss them all off to get their power. ”“Don’t dare? Don’t I dare? Who, the hell, do you think you are talking to? Madame? Was it my fault the little snotty brat ...”Faster than he, thought imaginable Sandy was on her feet, the bread knife in her hand and pressed up against his throat.“Don’t you ever mention him again,” she snarled. “I will not tolerate hearing my c***d’s name on your coarse lips.”His cruel eyes, met hers, mocking and vicious.“What c***d?” he said. “It’s dead, Sand, dead as a door nail, because he was weak like.