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Familiarity Breeds s****r

Beth Ann sighed and wiped the long counter of the Hamilton Dry Goods store. Jake, her b*****r, was doing it again. He was in the back room jacking off, while she stayed out front tending the counter, not three feet away. As she wiped the counter, probably for the ten thousandth time, she could hear the rhythmic slap of his hand on his big angry looking boner - also probably for the ten thousandth time, she thought glumly. "Would you hurry up, you pervert?" she hissed through the saloon doors that went to the back room. "I've got to pee!" "Well then," he panted. "Go ahead and pee." "You know I can't leave the front unattended. Aunt June would have a fit if somebody came in and there wasn't a Hamilton right there to do their every bidding." Beth Ann and Jake lived with their elderly aunt and had for the last ten years, ever since their parents were killed in an accident. Aunt June was the only f****y they had and, while she'd felt it was her duty to take them in, she was also glad for the help they gave her in running her store. The fact that the store was out in the middle of Catlin County, thirty miles from just about anywhere, didn't mean business was slow. After all, everybody living within ten miles was also twenty miles from just about anywhere. So there was a fairly constant stream of folks coming in and out. But to make any real money, the store needed to be open about sixteen hours a day. Aunt June handled things from morning until suppertime, but after that Beth Ann ...

... and Jake looked after things until it was time to close. At least that's what they'd been doing ever since they'd turned twelve. At first it had been a wild adventure for the twins - being in charge of a whole store - but four years later Beth Ann felt like she could go anywhere in the place and find anything they sold blindfolded, and hopping on one leg. Beth Ann heard the combination sigh and groan she also knew very well. Jake was cumming, squirting two or three long white ropes of semen out of his penis and into a tissue. Her nose caught the unique scent of his sexual fluid. That too was a smell she knew well. She wondered if all boys did that constantly, like her b*****r seemed to. She thought back to the first time she'd seen him doing it. Beth Ann had gone out to the storage shed to find a case of number six nails and was lugging it back into the back door of the store. She had the heavy box balanced on her shoulder, so she had a hand free to open the door. She knew Jake wouldn't be able to hear her from up front if she knocked, and that's where Jake was. Or at least that's where he was supposed to be. But he wasn't. Instead, as she walked up the dim hallway toward the front of the store, she saw Jake standing just inside the saloon doors, peeking out into the front room. His pants were on the floor in a puddle around his ankles. His hand was moving in what would be his lap, if he was sitting. Beth Ann hadn't understood at first. "Jake? What are you doing?" He'd turned ...