I asked her, and she always blew it off as if she’d been the one to cause the problem. One evening there was a terrible pounding on my dorm door. I ...opened it, and there stood Linda, bleeding, clearly the victim of abuse. ‘C’n I c’min?’ she muttered, and without further explanation, she pushed past me, heading straight for the sink. I guided her to a chair, where she worked on her injuries for a while. I assisted as best I could, holding a cloth to the various swelling places I could see. God. A large glass was also liberated from an upper cupboard. Armed with glass and bottle, she stormed from the kitchen. A quietly crying Mary entered in her wake.“What’s going on dad?” Scott lifted an arm as Mary slipped into the offered embrace.Their father sighed deeply and retrieved a mug from the cupboard, flicking on the kettle. He nodded to the kitchen table and it’s attendant chairs. “You might as well take a seat.”Scott pulled out a chair and sat. Mary followed, sitting on his lap like she. Something snapped in my head. Whether it was the shame of having peed myself, a reaction to the proximity of the Vikings or the arrival of the Churchmen I don't know. I found myself screaming and running into the water to meet the Vikings, my sword swinging above my head.Everything seemed to slow. I saw a bearded Viking before me. He must have been screaming because his mouth was wide and I was close enough to see spittle fly from it as he swung an axe in front of him. I was considerably taller. "Karen had fallen silent yet again and her eyes had even closed while I massaged her delicate little pussy, but now she too looked at me and even wetted her lips with her tongue before she spoke."Josh, can I, ah... ?" Karen, did you want to touch me too?"My sister nodded a very quick yes this time, which I mimicked, but the hand she extended towards my erection would move very slowly, as she focused in on something that she hadn't touched since we were both little kids.Melanie would let go to.