"But it was nothing, was it?Everybody does it, and I do love only him. How can I make him believethat?"Now Mamselle did the sighing."Is it 'him' again... now?" she asked."Yes!" Lucian said - growling as deep as he could. Which wasn't verydeep.Mamselle plucked a speck of invisible dust off her pencil skirt beforelooking up."Whatever," she said, making it sound like 'whatev??r.'It sounded so silly that she had to hide a wide smile behind hermanicured fingers. Incapable of checking himself Lucian. It startled me and I forced myself up into my room, maybe to cry or to hide from my aunt, I wasn't sure.Here's where it got all funny. There was a lightnin strike so loud, I woke up from my sleep. I looked at the time and it was way past midnight. If I'm an early riser, I might even call it morning. My sister wasn't in her bed. I remembered during the argument, she did mention to my aunt that it wasn't going to take too long. Only a couple of hours, which meant she would be back by now. But she. Grandpa and Burt each had one of those fancy four-wheel drive carts that let them go over to the old farm to take care of stock and keep track of the place. Grandpa had known the man who rented our old place was born and raised in the area, since he was a child. Happy knew the woman from church and visiting over the years. The one they didn’t know well was their son, an out of work person who knew all the tricks to keep getting his unemployment checks and looked to be going to get a disability. She just turned around with soapy tits and just oh its ok. Then i just said sorry and closed the door and walked away wondering what she would say now hen she got out i just decided to go to the other bathroom and use it. I masturbated at the entire days incidence and the one i just saw.I finally got out of the bathroom to the bedroom that we shared since my clothes were all there and there she was only with a towel that barely cover her ass and i looked over on the bed i seen her panty lying.