Kinba came and sat on her knees on the floor in front of me. Neither, Yoni nor Trey spoke. They were trained until they trusted their bodies far more ...han they could trust any words. On some unspoken cue, they parted and slowly stripped for each other. They needed conformation that their love was still as strong as it was years ago. From behind, I put my arms around Kinba, just to touch someone else in the midst of such love. Yoni and Trey were hugging again, flowing slowly onto the floor. As. I was nine at the time and small for my age. I think one of the reasons mom wanted me to spend a summer on the farm was so that the older neighborhood kids would quit picking on me so much - as if older cousins would be any kinder than the neighborhood bullies.Mom had wonderful memories of growing up on a farm, but let me tell you, there is nothing more boring that being out in the middle of nowhere for day after day after day of hot sweltering summer with nothing to do but chores. Uncle. "Baby no, you can't", he croaked though his bloodied lips."Shut the fuck up", I yelled and slapped him again before I turned back to his daughter. "You know that this won't erase his debt, only buy him some time." Yes sir", she sobbed unable to look me in the eyes."Mandy, no", he groaned.It was her turn to get angry, "shut the fuck up dad!" She turned back to me and said, "My room?"I thought for a moment and then countered, "No, I want this piece of shit to know exactly what you are doing to. He loved how, if he was wearing stockings, that when he bent over, hems would rise to reveal the stocking tops.He enjoyed watching his sister leave the house on a night out, watching as how some of her dresses clung to the contours of her shapely body, how that the material of some of her dresses were so sheer that they revealed an absence of underwear.The knowledge that she had worn those dresses, seen what they looked like on a female body, knew that male hands had explored the dresses.