I was secretly glad she was getting a good view of it. I turned around and she quickly turned the other way, pretending she was doing something on her... computer. I hung up the phone. “Sorry, where were we” I sat back down and started giving her the rundown of the position, going through all the monotonous processes and shit no one cared to listen to. I brought her up to speed on some of the larger projects I was currently working on and blah blah blah. “SO!” She interrupted. “What would you say. "Whoa. Dad didn't tell me you were a virgin. Haha, sucks to be him. Guess he didn't know. I was so pissed that the selfish fuck got to pop both of the twins' cherries. He's gonna fucking piss blood when he realizes he missed out on yours. He wouldn't have let me go first if he knew how fresh you were sissy."She didn't have a chance to reflect on his words. With a start, he thrusted into her hard. Once. Twice. And... She winced in agony as her paternal half-brother tore through her virginity. Not the ghost of a chance. "Mr Hanpacker laughed, his chubby rubicund face creased with smiles... "The present Earl has a cottage on the edge of the Castle grounds. It's all that remains of his family's once mighty landholdings, but I don't he's around these parts a lot - not since his father died and he inherited what little was left of the family fortune. I can't say I've ever set eyes on him, or any one else I know. He's some kind of intellectual - I heard he's a writer of highly scholastic. Walnut, Passion fruit, Apple and Cherry trees canopied the flanks, with an enormous aviary / apiary, overgrown with vines punctuating the Western wall. The aviary held birds of every hue…budgerigars and canaries, finches, doves and a tame Jackdaw roosted in sublime indifference. Ponds of Koi and Crucian carp with water lilies, bulrush and crocus margins embraced the place like lovers…It has become a benchmark for Eden – I hunger to mimic its perfection. Grandad (as we called him – even Grandma.