PerfectPeggy is now Preggy Peggy. Ha! That rhymes. I’m a poetand didn’t know it. Hey, I realize I’m not perfect. Ijust skate by with...C grades. I have a lousy drivingrecord and a minor drug conviction but at least I’m notdragging the family name through the mud.I’ll be very disappointed if I don’t get you pregnant.Maybe I should stick around and give you a secondinsurance load. No, that’s too risky. I’ll just have tokeep fucking you until you are. “I’ve seen you wanking in the mornings bro, you leave your damn door open” she informed me, “I’ve stood at your door, you’ve had your eyes closed and I seen you cum” she told me and in a way it excited me, “I never realized how much it turned me on” she confessed as she slowed her stroking right down and was more like caressing me now, “But you like girls though sis” I remarked and she just laughed, “Yeah but you got a cute cock bro, is it wrong to like my brothers penis?” and I could see no. ' I said, pushing her onto the floor. 'When I come back in ten minutes, I want that floor to be spotless.' Her little face puckered up ready to cry but I had already gone, slamming the door to her cry. I lay on my bed rubbing myself as I listened to her weep. It made me feel powerful. People say it's perverted and they are right. But man, I felt powerful. When I went back in the room after ten minutes, she was lying on the floor in the shit crying. I felt a pang of anger, and then I realised. It had been hard keeping everyone fed in the close quarters of the train cars. It would be even harder in the buses. It was only marginally easier outside of either. With the level of chaos generated by so many people trying to stretch their legs, making sure no one was missed was difficult. Making sure everyone got some water in them was important as well. The need, especially for the children, to have a chance to go to the bathroom took time as well. Everything was loaded and ready long.