‘You are most responsive. Your body quivers at my touch, even while you are asleep. If you show this much promise while tied over my saddle, you sho...ld be quite the hot vixen in my bedroll tonight.’ Dara groaned in resignation. Out of the frying pan and into the fire. Although this fire seemed a bit more…intriguing…than Bruno or Olaf ever hoped to be. Trying unsuccessfully to keep his deliciously probing fingers at the back of her mind, she craned her neck to try to see her captor’s face. Dara. She slid down below me and spread my legs. I wore no panties under my nightshirt, and for a few seconds, my sister just stared between my thighs with a smirk on her face. "Wow," she said, smiling, "you got really hairy!" Jackie! Jeez," I said, slamming my legs shut."Sorry, just, I'd seen the way it sticks out of your suit, didn't know how thick it was!" She saw the look on my face, and said more softly, "Sorry, I know you don't like it. I wish Mom would let us shave ... Anyway, come on. Here,. "Sorry, mom. I actually feel kinda sick. I think I'll call it a night." Mom narrowed her eyes at me before sighing. "Fine, fine. Have you seen your brother?" "Uh, no. Not at all." "Okay, honey. I'll see you in the morning." She leaned in and kissed me on the forehead. As soon as she turned her back, I slammed the door closed and ran to my bathroom. "Is she gone?" Matthew asked, alarmed. "She's gone; everything's fine." Matthew snorted. "Everything is hardly fine, Lyla." I looked down at my. This...”“Hey, pepper spray’s a perfectly reasonable precaution, least you didn’t spray me.”“Thanks. Wish I’d taken more precautions, though. Water bottle ran out a couple miles back.”“Well, lucky for you, I always pack extra for a hike. Here, I haven’t drank out of this one.”“Oh, thanks.”“Welcome. Good clearing you’ve found. Perfect spot for a rest.”“Yeah, it’s really nice. I found it last time I came up. I ... uh ... had more water then.”“Well, you didn’t bring enough water, but you packed.