As she walked back to Jacob's chair, she reached behind herself and unhooked the thin bra and removed it, revealing a pair of large, gorgeous tits wit... hard nipples staring back at the gaze Jacob had glued to her chest. Then he remembered to look at the butterfly tattoo , a monarch, positioned as if it was flying from her tit to her chin. "What do you think of the tattoo?" Caroline said with that fuck-me look on her face. "The tattoo is just fine, but not nearly as beautiful as your tits, to be. A treasure I wanted to keep, to hold in my vault so only I could enjoy her.I had to share her with the world. But not right away. I had her for a little while longer. I needed to enjoy her while I could, admire her beauty while she was all mine.I pulled her tight against me and kissed her hard. I thrust my tongue into her mouth. She moaned into my mouth, her body squirming. My dick ached and throbbed as it hardened. Passion surging through me as my blood pounded. I loved my sister hard, I. Still, by any measure, this was more unwelcome news to face right at the start of our new adventure, which was already looking like a ratfuck right from the very beginning.Waiting then another hour or so (Barry’s digital watch was still tracking the hours but we no idea if the time was right), we let Jack and Dot get some shuteye in their tent and with an increasingly despondent and frantic Linda. Barry and I then bided over the final early morning hours until dawn, sitting with her as she. Thimble Shoals was a two island nation - one island a five star resort with casinos that catered only to the very wealthy, the other the banking island and private residence. There were no motels on the banking island and a simple bridge connected the two.Thimble Shoals was the illegal banking capital of the world and an independent nation. They were not aligned with any world government and were anti-disclosure of any private agreements. Even the famous Swiss banks had finally thrown in the.