I didn't realize it at first, but I swear that somebody was following me, and I was right it was my brother Dean. Dean "So you find the old treehouse ...hat me and Grandpa built." "You and Grandpa built this?" Dean "Yup." "When?" Dean "2 years ago, when I visited here." "Why would you come here to build a treehouse, don't you have some college girls to screw?" Dean "Yeah, well I needed some time alone from college girls and I thought to myself where would no one suspect where I would go for. He chuckled as he locked the door. “Want to lead the way?”She shook her head. “I’m already lost.”As they walked through the cluttered store floor, Brian thought he noticed something pensive in her expression. “Everything okay?”“Hmm? Oh. Yeah, I’m fine,” she answered.It sounded a little forced to him.Once they passed through the double doors, she looked surprised by the bed.“I’m doing a commission for a history channel,” he explained. “The background will be green screen, but I’m going with as. You live a healthy life at 21 years old. Standing at 6'2" your moderately built from your occasional visits to the gym and from deciding to walk to work instead of driving. Your job isn't to great but it gets you by and leaves you with some extra money to spare. You have little to no social life since graduating high school and currently have no plans to go to college because you didn't want to be in debt for the rest of your life.Anyway, enough about your background you should already know. Incest is legal nowhere in the United States.Wednesday, my birthday morning, was a horror of another kind. Jonathan was gone to school before I woke up; I called in sick, soaked in the bathtub for two hours, until my skin threatened to slough off. I cried, breaking into unexpected, hysterical bawling. I wanted to beat my face with my fists. I wanted to drown myself. I didn't, and knew I was a coward. I almost drowned myself accidentally, falling asleep with my chin in the water.I douched. First.