Cyra giggled and remembered her first week in their home. The brothers had lived a basic existence. It suited them. They felt no need to live beyond what nature offered, as did she, and therefore loved the things they did for her all the more. The special surprise touches started the first week. They’d built a stone path with a brass handle on triangle starting at the road to town to help her find their house. That had been a bigger project than she realized. Of course she knew privacy was big for them and they preferred to remain hidden, but they’d altered their priorities when she came into their world. One being for her to find her way back to them. Another addition had been the table and chairs in the front room where they gathered each morning and night, but the biggest change they’d made for her had been the bed. One night, after a particular rambunctious bout of sex in the freshly cleared back room, she’d crawled out from beneath one of them and felt the discomfort of such rambunctious activity being played out on a hard floor.
