Then lift your skirt and bend over so I can see that slut arse'As I obeyed him and leant forwards I felt his hands on my arse groping it his fingers d...gging in spreading my cheeks his finger poking in my arsehole as he moaned 'mmmmmmmm tight little hole' after a few minutes poking at my arsehole he told me to turn to face him and as I did I saw he had opened his shirt and dropped his trousers his cock poking out from his grey Y fronts. He reached forward and pulled down my skirt then slowly. That's wrong. Not the desired result. The needed result. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life sitting in a wheelchair, no matter how good a wheelchair I can build. It's bad enough that after last week's events that I need a cane most of the time. I'm odd enough at that school. The cane did not help any."Suddenly I stopped looking at my younger brother. I must have reached new levels of denseness. This is not about his injuries. Normally Jacob would not waste three thoughts on. Our first group of animals were chickens. We woke to the 'cock-a-doodle-doo' of a rooster. That young cock let everyone know that it was time to get up and get with it, and while it was still early, no one complained. We simply got ourselves dressed and then we hurried up the track that led to the barn. Once there we headed over to the chicken coops. There we found two dozen hens clucking about our breeder coop and a spry looking cock. They were 'Plymouth Rocks' and they were a sight for sore. They had gotten to the point where their suitcases were opened, side by side on Cory’s bed. Cory was rummaging in a dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of white bikini panties. “Are these yours?” she asked, holding them up to the light.“No! Wait, let me see them...” Laurie came across the room and grabbed them from her sister’s fingers. “Yes!” She tossed them across the room towards the suitcases; the panties landed in Cory’s.“Hey! Watch it!” protested Cory.Laurie shrugged unhappily.Just then.