The little inn located at Praha of the Czech Republic, a building known for having a signboard with three frogs in it.

It has been almost twenty years since the parents of Johan and Anna had fallen in love and escaped from Bonaparta. However, since they were constantly on the run, the conditions they lived in were not very pleasant. Although the two never openly admitted it to each other, they both deep down in their hearts regretted leaving their old lives.

The former career soldier laid in bed with his wife, unable to sleep because of the anxiety afflicting him. "What are we going to do?"

"About what?"

"About feeding the children. We don't even have anything for ourselves!"

"Then I tell you what. Let's take them into the forest where they don't know where they are and leave them. We'll make a fire, leave them some bread and we'll be off."

"I – I can't do that! They would be attacked by wolves!"

"Fine! Then I suppose we will all die!" She huffed and threw herself onto her side, away from him. He breathed out deeply.

"But the kids... the kids... "


Anna lay motionless in the large bed, tears flowing down her face and her abdomen growling painfully. Her younger twin, Johan, brought her body nearer to him, stroking her back tenderly. "Shh, Anna. Don't worry."

"How can I not, Johan?"

"Because I'm here, dear sister." He pressed his lips onto her sweet-scented brow, smiling at the smell of roses. She always rubbed her skin with rose petals after baths. "I will always take care of you."

"Will you?" She murmured.

"Yes." He tensed as he felt her kiss just on the side of his chest. Her mouth and breath were so hot. Something within him jumped to life. He hoped that Anna would not notice his reddened face. She nestled close to him, her hand on his his thigh.

"Now, get some sleep."

She sniffed slightly. "Okay."

He waited until he sensed her body slackened, indicating sleep, before he ventured to let out his breath. Yes, he would always take care of her. He adored her. Not just as his older twin sister; he was in love with her. He wanted to brush his lips against her mushy bosoms and sink himself between her legs and hear her scream out his name as he gave her pleasure and happiness. Taking dominance over her for his own pleasure would not be difficult but he did not desire that. He wished for her to be with him only if she desired it. Because he loved her.

Very tenderly, he pulled the blanket back and swept his eye over her beautiful physique. Her dark blond hair poured over her shoulder and her face was divine in tranquility. Her figure was a aggregation of beautiful arches: curved shoulders, smooth busts, perfect waist, soft hips and slender legs. He longed to rubbed his lips over the instep of her pretty foot, to pass his face over her chest, and delight in being intimate with the love of his life.

He pulled at his arm and managed to remove her from his shoulder and rolled onto his side, facing her. He could see past her silky garment and the milky globes of her bosoms beckoned, making the tips of his fingers long to touch them. She rolled over onto her back and breathed out in her slumber. He exhaled a shaking breath as the edge of her garment came up.

He settled back in next to her, his heart beating like a drum. "Yes, dear sister. I will always take care of you…" he whispered.

To be continued...