Relating the story of the Biltmore attack, after the meal, sobered everyone."You really couldn't cut his flows of air?" Megan asked doubtfully."No," S...an answered thoughtfully. "But, in hindsight, I don't know if it was because he was so strong, or because he was doing something that I haven't figured out how to counteract, yet." So, how did you beat him?" Megan asked."Remember how I showed you to use water for energy?" Sean asked. At Megan's nod he said, "I converted all the water in his body. She clung to Celeste and breathed new life into her Sister with a passionate kiss, tears of joy and pain streaming down her face. A hot wet tongue slid down her spine, drenching her with attar and sliding into her crack, tickling then penetrating her ring. His hairy thighs scratched her flesh and His hands pawed her breasts, pulling her firmly against His muscular chest, lifting her up and up, feet dangling, onto the impossibly hard cock stretching her cunt open."Fuck me!" She cried, partly in. The second morning I was with them, all three of us were jolted awake by someone pounding on the door and cursing. Annabelle got an old blunderbuss from next to the fireplace, and I roused myself to prime my carefully-cleaned musket. The door splintered and two large Redcoats burst in, tore the gun from the frightened woman and clubbed me upside the head before any of us fully were awake.I dragged myself up to consciousness, aware of a girl screaming, "Don't, don't, don't." Across from me on. On the off chance that neither my brother nor my father was having their way with me, she would come in and sit on my face, or bury hers between my legs.’ Stop talking. I don’t want to hear any more. ‘To this day, I’m not sure if any of them knew about the other’s interactions with me. It didn’t happen every night, but I never went a solid week without getting off with some member of my family.’ Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to destroy me? I can’t bear the pain you’re unloading on.