Ben had wobbly legs as he got dressed. My pussy was a feelin fine. Jen whispered to me (..lets take him to the house.) We got dressed as we held that ...shotgun on him&hellip, Ben said he had ta go back ta work. We said no Ben, start a walk-in down that a way. That shotgun musta been cold in his neck. We got him in the house and set him on the couch. Jen whispered again. We giggled and opened up mas old trunk. Jen blindfolded Ben. We put on some of grandmas old clothes from way back when she was. Serf met serf ... the bourgeois trader, assigned serf Anna Kasilof to serf Nikolai Post. (Bourgeois. fr. proprietor of the land. French was the language of the educated.)“A man needs a wife,” he said. They had children. Some lived, some died ... the Post name survived. Coming forward a hundred years, the United States bought Alaska.Rather than return to the serfdom of Russia, the Posts fled. All the way to Seattle by canoe. There they headed to Montana. They were in the way when the Hutterites. Little did they know that there was a strong sexual bond between them that mollified any dispute the two may have day by day.Jack knew what buttons to push on his sister's pussy. In minutes he had her squirming on her bed and her hands gripping the blanket. She climaxed with a strong upheaval of her hips, and she laid quiet on the bed as she caught her breath.Amy sat up and pulled her brother into a deep kiss. "You do that so well, Jack. Now trade me places and let me suck your dick."Jack. The only point of saving grace, and indeed the only asset he had was his title. I knew that many families would willingly marry their daughters to him just for the title. This possibility was a big danger to my plans, and I had to be sure that this did not happen.The time was coming when I knew I had to act to end it all. Friends were growing tired of his company, and his continual sponging and society at large had come to appreciate that he was indeed on a downward spiral. The time was.