I couldn’t see Granny well but she was still directing, “Beth, I want you to hold him, take his erection in your hand then tell me what it feels like.” I couldn’t resist; compelled by the command I reached across the small gap between us and put a tentative fingertip on the end of his cock and pushed it down. This island has a power over those of us who come here. For an hour she told of tales of her childhood then ended the story with, “It was me and my brother out here most of the time because our nearest friends lived over two miles away. That contact chased away the last hesitation or doubt about what I was doing with my twin. She’s my sister” he reminded her again. All over, not just her hair Russell.” My brother’s gaze fell from my forehead down my face and continued down my body. Grandma answered him with a satisfied smile, “The power of the island is beginning to work on you.” She went on to tell us about some Indian princess and how she was a war hero or something and that we were direct maternal descendants of that long-ago woman; “That is where you get your black hair and brown eyes Beth, they are a gift from the Princess Mattowahn,
