While we started the process of salvaging logs, I started putting out feelers for some sort of tractor to buy. The distance from the water to the new ...building site was much greater than at the cabin and I didn’t relish trying to get the logs up the slope the way we had in the past. In addition, the soil at the new site was much more conducive to putting in a normal drainage field for a septic system. That would allow us to have more amenities in the new home.One day, I got a message to contact. ..”“But we couldn’t really.”It had always been just ... a fantasy. Something to think about while we played with each other. I knew that we weren’t really my brother’s dedicated sex-slaves. We were lesbians, and he was ... he was my brother.It was all just pretend.“Could we?”The suggestion was simple. Harmless, really.Over Christmas, we just ... tease my brother a little.He probably wouldn’t even notice. To Justin, I was just his boring older sister, and Emily was just my lesbian partner.But. I patted my pocket. Someone started a CD. Tompkins moved to behind the table with only a single sheet of paper. I felt someone next to me and saw it was Charlie."OK?" Betcha," he grinned."Let's go." And we were off.The whole thing lasted about ten or fifteen minutes until Tompkins said: "By the power vested in me by the Town of Alice Springs and the State of the Northern Territory, I pronounce you husband and wife." And a very loud "Wahoo!" rang out, followed by a lot of cheering.I turned to. If it hadn't been so cute it might have made the others nauseous. Laraine had latched onto Captain Diego Guzman of the Air Force. He was dashing, charming, of wealthy family, as were the majority of Guatemala's officer corps, and not very bright. Laraine had had no trouble coaxing him to let her fly with him on a noon flight to search for signs of their quarry, and the boy had been only too happy to let the beautiful American senorita take the controls of his C-47 that afternoon. He seemed.