"I had to put that fact right. "Oh no, I loved Hazel. She was sweet. Two years younger than me. Yes, I loved Hazel. But Aunt Brenda would always split...us up when we were playing and tell Hazel things about me that weren't true. She taught her to hate me as much as she did herself." This carried on for several years, yes?" It did. I got used to not spending much time at home. Sometimes I hated this, not having somewhere to take my friends. Sometimes it was just part of life." So how did this. I grabbed a beer, and walked into the front room, then just stood with my mouth open. There were six, no seven tripods, each with a camera mounted on it, and a pro lighting setup.“What the fuck?” I said to no one in particular.A young girl looked up, smiled, and said “Elle and Amy will be here soon, so don’t fucking touch anything, now you don’t need that beer, here drink this, it will do you more good, you’re going to need a clear head.”She took the bottle, and handed me a glass of what looked. She felt the thin strip fall between her butt cheeks and pulled down the front to position it into place. Then she took the matching bra and carefully covered her breasts so she could put on the rest of her ensemble. After that was done, she looked in the mirror and did her make-up, brushed her long dark hair, sprayed on some perfume of her choice and headed to work.The early morning show Stephanie produced had ended thirty minutes ago. She was in her office returning phone calls and watching. Although David never got fucked he did the fucking. When he told me that story I was shocked and a little turned on. He was so ashamed of what he did that when he was finished telling me, I saw the embarrassment and shame in his eyes. His cheeks were red with embarrassment. I knew he felt bad about it so I wanted to comfort him."Dude, what your cousin did was wrong and I'd never do that to you or anyone. If I see him today David, I'll fuck him up just for you and make him apologize for what he.