The passage of time seemed compressed in endless activities that kept hands and minds busy.Katie was in her fifth month pregnant, turning the kitchen ...upside down, canning vegetables and making fruit preserves.Fifi, Trish and little Matthew were playing on a large tarp spread out in the backyard under the watchful eyes of Blizzard. The girls were only five, but as a team they were great babysitters for their rambunctious two year-old brother.“Daddy, we’re out of water again,” Sally shouted,. I was sure he wasn't acting.The witch was dressed in the skin-tight black leather and bright steel-studded outfit of the archetypical dominatrix. In deference to the fairy story she wore a tall pointed hat. She strode forward to center stage on wickedly sharp stiletto-heeled boots and cracked her black plaited leather whip in the direction of Gretel. The whiplash skillfully removed Gretel's skirt and frilly petticoat and the loud crack it gave made the audience jump once more.Gretel, now clad. And I certainly shouldn’t have to feel like your prisoner. Unless you intended all along to make me your prisoner. Did you? Uncle Charlie?”Whatever I replied is forever lost to the most trivial footnotes of history. I did give her a tickle in her ribs which sparked her own wily fingers to go to spots she was as well familiar with, and we were again wrapped in a naked embrace and my cum-crusted cock was nigh ready to again spear my niece’s juicy gem and I drank from her lips and her neck while. So the volume was low enough not to carry through the house and I would be left in peace to stay up as late as I wished.I had graduated nearly four months before and as many of my peers that did not go to University, I sat around my parents home - staying up too late, eating their food and generally being a bum. Trying to ignore adulthood and responsibility until, probably by my parents, forced too. My normal time for heading to bed was nearly four o'clock each morning - regardless if there was.