To my surprise, Rachel was much more agreeable than I thought she would be. After we all spoke together, She and mother spoke in private, most likely praying. Rachel returned to the hearth, blushing, but smiling at me, if somewhat sadly. I saw her then as if for the first time and a great and profane hunger woke in me. She is well-rounded and heavy in hip and breast. I would blame the Ancients for this new lust, but I know that would be a lie. Now that it was likely I welcomed the opportunity to lay with my fair sister. She is beautiful, sweet, and submissive. What else could a man ask for in a wife?
I feel a monster for this consideration, but I knew that it was both desirable and necessary.
Now I must be explicit. Any who read this will be descendants of ours, and they must know what i
