They both had the same tattoo on their left tit, a triangle with three initials: two C’s and a V for Clinton, Cheryl, and Vicky. My father owned bot... sisters before he died.Now I owned them. But that top C, over Chery and Vicky’s letters, belonged to my father even though we shared the same name.“Yes, Master, you can milk me all you want,” Mom moaned. “Mmm, Mommy-slave’s big, strong son will need her milk to make him even stronger.”I grinned, my dick throbbing, aching for her incestuous depths.. "She pulled out her cellphone and started to make a call. Shruti rolled her eyes. Deepti patted her on the cheek and hurried out of the store, "Hello? Uncle Ashok? Yes, I am sorry, I know you had been calling me yesterday, but I was so tied up with college. Yes, I can come over now."*****When she got to Ashok's house, he was sitting in the garden with a cup of tea. He waved at her as she came in through the gate. She gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I am so sorry," she said. "It has. Agnes said, “We enjoy going with you two. It gives us good practice to know what married looks like.”That’s what we wound up doing. It really wasn’t bad. We went to one of the larger strip centers for Mom to purchase some clothing. She bought matching tops for us insisting that we check for fit. We came out and put our arms around each other. We did match well. Mom said, “At least, they used separate dressing rooms.”We intentionally didn’t respond. Our wedding was getting close but it wasn’t. Only one of you may come, there's no space for more because I must have a doctor with me, and someone to help the doctor, and Carlos will be there too, and that's already crowded. It will be there"—she pointed to a small outbuilding that the natives had helped construct, this time with fabric walls as well as a roof; after the birth it was planned to convert the building into separate quarters for the humans' only complete family, both for their privacy and to protect others from interruptions.