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Ostnordia at War - chapter 3
Date: 10/30/2023, Categories: Fiction Blowjob First Time Incest Teen Male / Female Violence Author: Limnophile, Source: sexstories.com
- Ostnordia at War Chapter 3 – Winter Warfare and a Wife - My name is Otto Hayar. Our whole family worked for the same company. I did odd jobs like sweeping, trash cleanup, and unloading delivery trucks; up until I was 18 and allowed to do the dangerous and better-paying logging work. My older sister Anika answered the telephone and helped with paperwork in the company office, and her twin brother Lars was a mechanic. Father led the logging team I joined recently. A lot of what my team did was heavy work that required strong muscles and powerful machines. To those unfamiliar with the process, it looks simple. Cut a tree down, remove the branches, then drag it to where it can be loaded on a truck. Now imagine doing it in deep snow, a kilometer from the closest road, next to a cliff, and occasionally with near-zero visibility. Just avoiding injury or death can be challenging some days. I was a beginner and did the running around for Father and the rest of our team. I brought tools, fuel, and lunch to the more experienced men. I did most of the simple but unpleasant tasks, like clearing snow and ice off the vehicles and sharpening the saw chains. There were only elementary and middle schools in our area. We would have needed to go 150 kilometers each way if we wanted to attend high school, which wasn’t worth it. In the remote towns in the North, if you could read and do basic math you usually got by fine. At home we alternated between speaking Swedish, ...
... English, and Russian, in addition to our native tongue, Ostnordic. We hadn’t gone to high school but were far from stupid. She had passed away nine Winters ago, but thanks to Great-grandmother my family was more capable than most. She had been a medic and saved many soldiers who fought against the Russians early in the Second World War. She told us a lot of stories about the old days. Her favorite was a small group of men hiding on the side of a mountain as they saw a Russian column approach. Our soldiers only had rifles and three shells left for their light field gun. Just the six of them gave 300 Russians a terrible time; even with their machine guns, truckloads of supplies, and four tanks. They waited until all the vehicles were in a valley between two tall mountains. They aimed carefully and fired their cannon at the engine of the tank in the lead. The flaming behemoth completely blocked the road. Our men ducked into a depression in the ground. The Russians stopped and fired thousands of shots, in every direction. When the Russians finished shooting and tried to find a way to move the wrecked tank, our men dragged their cannon through the woods and shot out a track on the tank at the back of the line. All thirty Russian vehicles were trapped, and the closest town was over twenty kilometers away. The Russians wasted thousands more bullets, while our six hid in a ditch. They waited in the woods until the Soviets made camp. The Russians set up tents, posted guards, ...