I didn't think she’d realized that I was naked under the blankets, but I guess it’s not really the sort of thing that can go unnoticed. She said s...e was getting really turned on, but it was just too wrong. She told me she said to herself, “This is Mike, I’m not supposed to feel this way." Sheri confessed, "I felt like I wanted something to happen, but it just would have been so wrong.” I told Sheri that I felt the same way and that it was probably good nothing happened, because things could. The more I thought, the more I realized what a mess wehad got into. We were French deserters, stuck here in Austria,and it was a long way from home. I felt my stubbly chin. Iwondered if it would be better to let it grow, disguise myselfwith a beard.I poured myself more wine, and offered some to Jerome."Thanks," he said absently. He seemed absorbed in the book.I topped up his glass and he resumed sounding out the words.I was getting irritated at his mumbling. It was difficult toconcentrate on. He glanced down in surprise and saw a girl, maybe twelve or thirteen, with rosy red cheeks and long brown hair. Other than the color that the cold had given to her cheeks, she looked a bit pale. She gazed up at him with pretty hazel eyes."Take me home with you," she said.He blinked. Then, seeing that that had accomplished nothing, he blinked again. If he thought that any amount of blinking would make her vanish, he was mistaken. She stubbornly refused to disappear, but stood frozen to her spot,. Against her better judgement, she let him in, and goaded him about his new girlfriend and the size of his cock, but went too far and the bastard (her words) pointed his dick at the bath and pissed over her. Screaming at her brother, the wife climbed out of the bath and slapped him, still naked she turned to pick up a towel and found herself pressed up against the cold bathroom tiles with her arm locked behind her by her brother, who pressed his body against hers pushing her tits and face on to.