I came home from the farm one evening just before Janie's sixteenth birthday to find Grandpa and Grandma Berrens there, and a woman I'd never met befo...e. Cindy introduced the woman as a teacher that had just moved to the district. Janie took me to the kitchen to let me know she was single, and needed to find new friends in a strange city. We had a polite and pleasant, if not strained dinner that evening.After our guests had left, I set the girls down and talked to them. The first I'd done in. And he still wanted her, and hated himself for wanting her.His work continued. He did what they wanted him to do. Designed what he wanted him to do, in whatever inane crazy way that they wanted it done. It was wrong, but he had given up telling them it was wrong. They knew best. He was thirty today. He got the automated "Happy Birthday" email from HR. 30."Was thirty suppose to feel like this?" he asked himself.He was 30; he had all his hair, and was lean with a runner's body. He thought of. ”“Is that what you call what you were doing? Action?” he sniggers sharply as he continues to pace around her room. He used to do this when the two of them lived in the house, entering her room uninvited while she was studying and reading, just to try to get under her skin and annoy the crap out of her. He would always succeed, leaving her fuming by herself unable to concentrate, when she should have just told him to get the fuck out of her room.“I call it having fun, Donal,” she replies. Her. So for the time being I would have to play along. Sandra continued, patting the chubby girl on the head, Good girl. Now big brother, are you willing to be my unconditional full-service home-servant? Faking an eagerness to build her confidence and imply my weakness, Yes, Sandra. You will obey my every command? she questioned. Yes, I agreed, way too quickly to be considered anything more than eager to comply. Good boy, she purred. Do you want to fuck Beth? Yes, I replied, this time with no.