They looked different with their clothes on, I grinned to myself. But they were happy and smiling, with no outward sign of being traumatised or anythi...g. Still, I was going to make sure.They were lovely anyway, innocently pretty and sexy and nice to be with. Yvonne was happy and laughing with them; you’d never have guessed what had been going on. Evidently it was only at home that the effort of acting or blocking out the forced sex became too much to keep up.We got home and all went into the. The time was around 2.30 am. So we had sex for 3 odd hours and we still have time till sunrise. We had a lot of sex that night. Two months of abstinence we cleared in one night.I realized one thing that night. I love my sister so much and it’s not brotherly love. I love her as my woman and she loves me as her man. I cannot deny that fact. Instead of worrying myself about unwanted thoughts, I just went with the flow.Even now after almost two years passed after that night, we still share the same. By now they had contacted the local shop who had agreed to deliver groceries in exchange for cash, all left at the gate. This came on the Thursday, so the chances of being disturbed were minimal, he had a few bits available, some cord, a rag or two and he had seen a riding crop hung on the hallstand, the spare room had a beam, he remembered the pictures… that first one showing her naked from the waist up hung by her wrists in the bedroom from a beam, with a man stood behind her, pinching her. Looking at her while she was sleeping felt strangely awkward. It was as if he was intruding on something very private. Her right foot was small but fleshy, as if it had no bones. Her sole was pinkish in color and was devoid of any blemishes. Compared to it, the plaster encasing her entire leg was a sheer white monster. The cast followed the curve of her right hip, then dipped at the small of her back. From his point of view, he could see the cleavage between her buttocks and the padded edge of.