Your hands feel softer than clouds. You're the best sister in the world." I know, but don't you want to feel your sister's jugs?" May I?" Yes, stud."H...e calmly brought his hands to my back and undid my bra. I had to release his dick so he could get my bra off, but then I grabbed it again. He helped himself to feel my melons and cheesed too."Oh, you have a sexy body, sis." Thank you," I replied, before kissing him.We made out again, but with our hands rather busy the whole time. I wasn't sure how. I'm not ashamed to look back on all of that now and realise a lot have changed since I arrived here. I have changed, and every bitch-slave here too is kind of like a sister to me. We're not allowed to mingle with the white boi-slaves too much. Even when we do, neither of us harbour any attraction towards them ... except further order them around.My parents too have changed. Somehow it shamed me to actually realize that ... but they have. And for the best, it seems. At least that's what I assume. We can’t even voice our disapproval on specific issues embraced by any of the candidates.“Every election people complain that they are voting for the lesser of two evils. You have a candidate who is pro-choice and peace at any price versus a candidate who is right to life and strong defense. Who are you supposed to vote for if you are pro-choice and strong defense? Is there a choice that represents the lesser of two evils? I think not. You’re voting your beliefs and voting against your beliefs. Friends started teasing us, about our relationship but true to historical form we looked out and stuck up for each other.My parents knew that the family were back in the area but had decided to save it as a surprise.“What you doing this week-end?” Dan asked on Friday lunch. “Nothing much” I replied, “Cant play football as I’m still carrying an injury”, I said “Pulled groin”.“Fancy going to the Spring?” she asked. The Spring, memories. My older brother and Dan’s older brother used to take us to.