“We’ve got our own little house.” then we hugged each other.There was nothing inside it, nothing at all, but the four of us spent hours measurin...g up and deciding what to buy for where.It was a magical afternoon, I think our mothers enjoyed it almost as much as we did. It was two very happy girls who snuggled in together in my little single bed that night.We moved into the house exactly two weeks to the day from when we first saw it, both sets of parents were there with us. We all drank a toast. . ?" And I don't think I'm going to be able to do that." Because?" Because I think I'm supposed to be a Vicar. Or, at least, be ordained. Not necessarily to be a vicar of a parish, like Connie." That's all right. I'll be the Vicar's Wife, like Penny. This is a problem how?" Well ... there won't be any weekend sailing in Emily Jane, or any other barge, for that matter." Terry, darling ... you're an idiot."He frowned and opened his mouth to argue."Terry ... the only important thing for me now is. We want a sauna, we want to see if the swimming pool is useable, and we really need to replace the outer wall downstairs with some sliders or something. Oh, and sometime we ought to think about some better furniture." I'm not so sure your folks would really like the idea of putting our profits into a house my father owns instead of reducing their financial burden," Saul said.Tom spoke up. "Sigrid said this was coming. So, I talked about it to my dad the other day. He asked me if we are planning. I moaned, smiling, I love all of you, big brother. Ditto, he groaned back. For a few minutes the only sounds in the room were my soft moaning and his low grunting as we both enjoyed the sweet sensations of each others bodies. The slow love making was amazing and yet I needed more to get off, my orgasm bubbling just below the surface…a dormant volcano that was dying to explode. I continued to look into my brothers eyes and begged, Harder, big brother, fuck me harder. He smiled back and without a.