The wildness dancing in her brother’s eyes made him unrecognizable to Cayden. She took a step forward, her hand extended in an effort to comfort him... He pulled away as if he expected her touch to scald him. ‘We can’t, Cayden.’ Despite the desperate resolve in his voice, he could not make himself walk away from her. The few feet separating them in the cool night air seemed an insurmountable distance. They both were trembling. Hayden could see his sister’s nipples pushing against the thin, damp. She spoke flawless English and had absolutely no sense of humour. On the whole I think she must have been adopted at a very early age and brought to England in the 1920s. This would explain the mysterious lack of documentation. Rosehay cottage and land had passed to her at my father's death. She had been able to hang on to it with the greatest difficulty. Following my birth by C-section she was told that she could have no more children. Now, twenty years later, things were at last coming right. We put our luggage in our car. We had nice ride till we reached the spot. While my mom started to look around, I worked on the tent. There was just 1 large tent. My mom opened the luggage to arrange things inside the tent. Once we were done, I lit fire from the woods which I had collected from nearby. We arranged the dinner and had a wonderful campfire. Then the unthinkable happened. My mom slipped and fell hurting both her palms. I could just use some first aid from the kit I packed. I had to. He was getting a hard-on from staring at the backside of this beautiful 13 year old girl.“Uh, Mr. Cole…did you hear me? Which one?” she said, holding out two beers.He absently took one of them without even looking, as she put the other one back in the fridge.“I guess when you get older the hearing is the first thing to go, huh?” she joked.He couldn’t help but to laugh out loud at himself, “Yeah that’s what they tell me,” he said, coming out of the trance that her ass had put him in. “But I.