I remembered I used to call her Maisie, even though that wasn’t really her name. It was some dippy film actress with a heart of gold and a mind that...was out to lunch when brains were dished out. Then, I saw it was only a figment of my overactive imagination.The scared girls at my ankles were looking up at me wondering what I could possibly be finding so interesting when there was danger all around us. The more intelligent Rachel was hugging my knee like she was thinking about exploring a bit. I took the spoon from table and I moved it on her face, neck .I said ‘you told me not to touch your things but I can use substitute na? both can enjoy’ I moved the spoon inside her boobs probably touched her nipple so she let her loud moan. she had closed her eyes and her teeth were on her lower lips. She was out of control and she pulled my hair. I removed her hand and said no touching directly. This was the exciting thing so she held the table and I moved the spoon over her dress from nipple. I drag my hands over my face and then look at Hannah, snoring softly. Handing this all of to my sister would be the easiest for me. But what I want to do shouldn’t matter. It’s what Hannah wants to do.I decide to wake her up. She needs to make the next decision. Hospital? Police? My sister’s house? Whatever she wants.I gently shake her shoulder and her eyes slowly peel open. “James?” her voice sounds throatier than I’ve ever heard, and my dick, that I had talked down to half mast, is at full. "That's fine, honey. Please, come in. I'll get you something to drink."My mom went after some drinks while we took a seat on the couch. There was so much I wanted to say to her, but for some reason there was this awkward silence. It felt strange to suddenly have her back in our lives. I wanted to ask her how she found us and I was sure she wanted to know what happened 5 years ago, yet I didn't dare speak. My mom came back with the drinks, sat down next to me and asked the one question I was too.