“Yes, and in the doing saved my ass from petrifying,” I said. We all laughed.“Well, Abigail saw the car and knew you had a guest. We’d like to...have the two of you up for lunch. Would that be good for you?” he said.I looked over at Lana and she shrugged.“Okay, sure,” I said. “Noon?”“That would be good,” he said. Well, it was 10:30 a.m.I need to clarify here that Abigail and I had not made up; likely never would in any true sense. But, we did share kind of an armed truce. We did talk if but in. She did her damndest though. Never missed dinner, though it only lasted for fifteen minutes.’ ‘So… you had….three brothers?’ ‘One sister, three years younger than me, one brother a year younger, and my youngest brother are five years younger than me.’ Chris realized what he had just said. He was getting way too involved with this girl. That’s exactly what she was, a girl. Not only that, but a young girl in his protective care. Oh and what he could do to ‘care’ for her. With that small, tight. .actually her husband working in abroad so he sends required money for the family. So coming to the point i started helping aunty as every possible way by bringing water, washing utensils and cleaning dining table and i too have seen her cleavage wen blouse becomes wet while washing clothes etc.I love to watch aunty at that time. She doesnt wear bra when she wears nighties that i have seen when she serves food, when she bends down i can clearly see her huge melons moving. So that time i cant. He would have normally already been up by this time but yesterday was his twenty-first birthday and his friends had made sure that he didn’t get in until late. He hadn’t really minded then but now he was hating himself as he slowly sat up and fought the urge to just lie back down and go back to sleep. If he slept in then he wouldn’t get to bed at a decent hour tonight and he would be going through this again tomorrow. It was better to just suck it up and crawl out of bed.“A shower will wake me.