My 18 year old sister was now my property. In the old days the Mormon Settlers has taken sisters and cousins as sacred vessels and wives. A sacred ves...el is a religious concubine, that has all the duties of a wife but is property owned by the man. Megan was now my property. I had always had a crush on princess Megan and now she was mine. This was way cool!After thirty minutes I went to Megan's room and Knocked lightly. "Megan it is me can we talk?"She called out "Ok come in."Megan was dressed. Knowing fully well I can feel it beneath me. I see the frustration and pleasure written all over your face. "Stay laying here I want my tea." As I get up you reach for your pants. "Nah uh. No releasing till I come back." You stay laying on the floor as I lean against the couch thinking of other ways to tease and pleasure you. Laying there in frustration. I come back placing your hands by your head as I straddle you again. Smiling. Removing your shirt, you reach for me, I push you down. Nibbling. He was dry, standing on a hardwood floor in a long hallway. He immediately recognized it as the hallway leading from the bedrooms of Jake’s house to the living room. He breathed deeply, expecting to cough up a lungful of water. But nothing came. He felt a tightness across his chest. A snugness around his hips. His legs felt weak and off-balance. He looked down. Hair fell around his face. He brushed it from his eyes. Red fabric encased his chest. He could see it through the sheer robe he was. As I was takingin this scenery, we passed by two old apple trees. Both had human faceswith eyes, noses and mouths carved into their trunks."Hey," a low, gravelly voice called. With a mild start, I realized that itcame from one of the trees. Its mouth moved and its eyes were aimeddirectly at me. "You a head, bwana?" it asked me."No, I'm not," I replied hesitantly. "Or at least I wasn't, until today." You're catching up," the tree noted with apparent satisfaction. "Good,good." This is not real,".