Chapter 1418 Sister In Heat:>>8

I don't know how long we carried on like that, but it was long enough to completely miss the hikers who came at us from the far side of the trail. Monica was fumbling with my belt when we heard the snap of the twig. Both our heads whipped to the side to see a man and a woman, their expressions probably mirrors of our own, wide-eyed in shock. They were just about our ages, too; the guy was a hipster, with a thick red beard, waxed mustache, and bandanna tied around his sweaty forehead. He'd taken his shirt off and had tucked it into his shorts. The girl was pale, wearing solid black frames, a plaid shirt, and a few different colors in her hair. Both of them were carrying water bottles; both were hanging limply at their waists. Monica spoke first. "He's my brother," she said.