Be Prepared was the Boy Scout motto and I wasn't about to let those little bastards out prepare me.Of course the dealer tried to steer me to something... a little smaller than that commercial monster I picked to use for camping but hell, I was the camper here and I knew what I had to have, didn't I? I had it now anyway so I led the girls outside and had them show me the big trees that needed a good felling.The hardwood saplings they chose were a little bit of a let down, seeing as how not a one. There was nothing for him back in England. His parents had died when he was twelve. His only other relation, an Uncle, had died three years ago. The uncle had raised him, sending him first to boarding school and later university, before finally securing him a commission in the 2nd Ghurkha Rifles. ‘India is the place to be my boy,’ he had said, ‘A man can carve a future out there, either in the army or The Right Honourable East India Company.’ Although The Company had ceased to exist on paper,. I mean, we've seen each other naked. Lots of times. We've skinny-dipped, played spin-the-bottle with friends, Truth or Dare, yes, but no sex. It's not unusual for either one of us to come out of the shower, towel off and run naked down the hall to our own room to dress. So, sure, we've seen each other but it's been hands off.Now, don't get me wrong. I'm seventeen and I'm a male. My sister is pretty, very pretty. In fact, she's one of the prettiest girls I know. And, yes, when I've seen her. I felt that the day had cum and that she was ready for what I had instore for her next, so I set a plan into motion. On one particular weekend, my wife announce that she wanted to take Britni shopping and spend some girl-time with her new little playmate. I used the opportunity to invite Stephani for a day’s outing in the back on my Harley. My wife laid out Stephani’s outfit for the day: Pretty satin thong, that just barley captured her larger-than-usual clitty, a tight pair of jeans and a.