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She murmured, "If that wicked big brother of mine is set on spying on me, I'll give him something to look at.
It being Independence Day, Ma would likely listen to stories of the old days, while they celebrated the holiday with a nip of brandy.
The red Summer dawn coloured the solidly constructed log-cabin and it's clean swept yard with a florid promise of continued hot weather.
No smoke yet rose from the stove-pipe chimney, and to drowsy young Sarah the rooster's crowing seemed to be harsh criticism of her tardiness.
One of her full breasts was clearly visible to him as a perfect silhouette, the smooth curve of it broken by the jut of her nipple. "Why thank you Mister Seth Sorensen, you're quite a handsome devil yourself. Go do your chores and let me do mine." Seth walked away, one hand holding his coffee mug, the other in his pocket to hide his rapidly stiffening cock.
He was spellbound, rooted to the spot, with his mug half way up to his lips. Out of earshot he kicked at a pebble and grumbled aloud. I'm gonna go crazy thinking about humping my own sister, and dang me, there's not another girl anywheres around to take my mind off of her." At the table, Sarah wielded a wooden spoon to stir the sloppy mixture that would thicken and rise, ready to be kneaded and formed into loaves.
He'd lovingly crafted the loom for her, using the same tools he'd used to build the cabin, just an axe, a draw-knife, an auger and a saw.