There were two storage building in the small compound. Neither was very large or secure at all. One held the outboard motor and other mechanized tools.... Like the portable generator, lawn mower, weed eater and other things of the same sort.The other building held shovel and rakes also the fishing rods. Those were most likely owned by Hugo. I had no idea if there were any state fishing rods or not. There was a state owned big game rifle available. It was kept in a metal cabinet under lock and key.. Kneeling down, my tongue traced trails up and down the insides of her thighs. I could feel her fingers running through my hair as my tongue moved closer towards her wet pussy. Her moans of desire fueled my passion, "Hmmmm yes big brother, lick your hot little sister's pussy." I pulled her thighs over my shoulders as my tongue lightly grazed over her labia. Her hips pushed upwards, trying to force my tongue inside her. My tongue teased circles around her wet pussy as she gyrated her hips from. This time I could see her more clearly and her eyes were brighter, her hair darker, her lips more clearly defined.“I’m Karen Miller,” the angel said. Not a terribly angelic name, I thought. “I wanted to see how you were doing.”She was sitting where the doctor had sat and I turned my head to face her properly and realised that I wasn’t dreaming, she was real.A voice from the end of the bed startled me and I looked, wishing I had turned my head more slowly, to see the doctor. “Karen tied a scarf. Your boobs had shifted slightly in size, from B Cup to C Cup. And your school's uniform was now a pink and white strapless dress that cupped your breast showing off a fair amount of cleavage from above, before cutting away from your belly, your stomach on full display, at least the lower portion of the dress hung down lower than the skirt originally had. Standing stunned you turned to look at the cat. It's twinkling starlight eyes watching you."If you move quickly girl, you can heal the wounded.