Chapter Twelve
We built our dungeon together. My cellar was a natural setting, deep but dry, with stone walls and rough wooden stairs that creaked ominously underfoot. Through the long winter we amused ourselves with our remodeling project, cleaning out the detritus of three generations and partitioning an area for play.
My father taught me to use tools, and I directed Sin’s efforts. I let her wear an old pair of bib overalls to protect her fair skin while she worked. It was amusing to see the way her breasts tried to escape from them when she bent to her tasks. Barefoot, with that tomboy cut spilling into her eyes, she looked the part of Huck Finn.
There was an added thrill for us. We were both well aware that she was naked under the overalls. I had only to unhook the straps to strip h
