Being forced to spend the night in here, alone with my denied urges and horribly arousing thoughts was torture. I didn't know if I could handle it muc... longer.I tried to close my eyes and sleep.I tried to let the time pass.I tried to get comfortable on the tiny blanket.My horny desires would never be answered. I knew it. I would have to wait another two–I heard a noise: a sharp creak from up above me. I cracked my eyes and tilted my head. A sliver of light split the darkness wide open.Footsteps. " She couldn't help a dainty belch."How can you so casually eat them?" Iris looked a little oddly at her sibling. "How could you eat Snowflakes? They used to be just like us." She shook her head. "Never mind, I'm sure I don't want to know! Just promise me that you will be careful!"Lily smiled, nearly lost in the beautiful periwinkle eyes of her own genotype as she stared at the lovely snowflake features of button nose, full red lips, and apple cheeks that so exactly mirrored her own identical. Looking at me Sis wishes me, “Happy Birthday Baby Brother” not stopping her hands. “Happy Birthday Sis.” She straightens her right leg leaving the other high and pussy open. Patting the bed beside her I’m asked to join her. We kiss.Her hand leaves her breast as mine replaces it. After a long kiss Nichole feels my dick, “That’s hard enough but this,” she splays open her pussy, “need more playing with. Please lick me?” Eager to please I slip my head between her widely parted thighs.I’m kneeling. In his pack was a poncho, a good blanket, an 8x12 ft. span of canvas for shelter, a hand axe, corn meal, fat meat, rope, a small brass pail with a bail, salt, a box of shells for his rifle, a water jug and a spare pair of socks. Buried in the bottom was a small poke sack holding his money and some jewelry. He carried on his person two neckerchiefs, a spoon, a heavy sheath knife and a tinderbox. Sam carried a bucket, two empty water bags, a shovel and another small canvas to wrap fresh game in..