The illumination of the heap grew ever brighter at their advance, and almost as quickly as the familiar sight of those they had left behind came into ...iew a far more dreaded sensation took control; there they stood, at the base of their own heap, both unable to look away. Pools of blood soaked the grass at the base of the heap, their dark crimson engulfing three slaughtered bodies stained in their own carnage. Silence hung in the air, the repugnant scent of death burning the pair's. If our garden seemed a bit unkempt ... well, by some standards it was. But it was a haven for wild birds ... titmice of three sorts, finches of at least three sorts, sparrows, dunnocks, wrens, thrushes – three sorts of thrush, too – robins, nuthatch and the occasional woodpecker. From time to time there would be panic stations among the smaller birds, who would take refuge in the shrubbery and a flash of blue would be a Sparrowhawk trying for a meal. Then there were the butterflies visiting the. Mom “Look I have no problem with it or what so ever. I think you should go ahead and just enjoy it.”After dinner we all went to our respective room. Till then I had made up my mind to look at it as professionally as possible and remove all the biases for my sister. It was around 10 pm when my sister came inside the room while I tried to sleep.Anu didi, “Abhi, are you awake?” I nodded and said, “What happened?” She said, “Listen na, Abhi I wanted some pictures of mine can you take some.”Me, “you. She wasn't overweight, but nor was she thin. She had just a little weight around her arms, and her hips, but she was shapely. She had large breasts, somewhere in the range of a 36DD. Her frame held them well, though right now I was enamored with the faint outline of her nipples through her flowing white top. Doing my best not to stare, I turned my attention back to the new cabinets I was invited over to hang for her. "How are things with my daughter?" She inquired innocently in her sweet.