I'm…" but before I could say another word, there was a sudden knock on the door and we both almost leapt off the bed as we then heard my stepmothers...voice say "Hey super footballer you up?" I just woke up" I mumbled trying to sound like I had."Great! Don't be long, i'm making you a special breakfast for your big day!" my stepmother then said, before I heard her walk away.I then sighed with relief, before looking at my stepsister, who grinned back at me and then lowered her head again and once. Suddenly, Paul's arms moved and he was rubbing the backs of her bare legs. I could see them getting higher up her thighs, and she wasn't stopping him. It was then I knew he was feeling her pert arse. Karen moved back to the bottom of the bed and told Paul to roll onto his back. I could see through his tight boxers he was semi-hard and I know she noticed too. Again, Karen started at the bottom of his legs and worked her way up. Standing at the side of the bed, Karen was right up to the bottom. Taking the back of his hand axe, he spent a good hour cracking open kralberries on top of a flat rock. He added the berries to the water and then dried fettock leaves, salt, and volmint seeds. Satisfied with his pickling liquid, he loaded the barrel with various meats that his mate had salted and washed to remove all the blood from the tissue. At least she did something to help. Three separate fairies had approached him with herbs and spices to sell that "would be a wonderful addition to his. Do you promise to obey me, and trust me no matter what? Answer aloud. “Yes, ma’am…I will and I trust you completely.” I was rewarded with a slight buzz from my “friend” and assumed that meant to proceed. To my right I saw a beautiful matching black lace camisole, and I moved toward it. I slid it on…it felt wonderful against my skin, so much nicer than the clothes I had changed out of less than 30 minutes ago. I was cut to about the center of my sternum…had I had breasts it would have been very.