Gavin looked his sister over as she sputtered and flustered and all-in-all looked incredibly cute. To a young man who had spent very little time around women it was adorable and unfortunately arousing. Part of him was more than a little glad that the girl didn’t look down and see his embarrassing erection; the fact that his pants were tented ridiculously would have been a bit difficult to explain without making the situation even worse. Still, he was able to grin at her words and moved over to settle against the railing next to her. His aura was warm and comfortable given how she was reacting and, facing the landscape, Gavin seemed to be as composed as a slow-moving pond.<br/><br/>“It is beautiful. But lonely,” he said earnestly. “It’s been just me and dad for years now. I want to go. He wants me to stay. I’d miss the animals – they make it worthwhile…but dad is a slave driver.” His voice was deep, hinting at cavernous possibilities not yet fully developed. It was a voice that could carry across the plain, could shout to distant animals and summon them. A voice that had a timbre of command, mixed with the uncertainty of man-woman physics.<br/><br/>When she indicated that she’d liked to go inside, Gavin nodded. The motion sent his raven black hair across his cheeks and face, framing his muscular chest and arms deliciously. “The place has six rooms. Dad takes up two. We reserve two for guests. My room has always been a double, but you’ll be sleeping in the other half. No worries, there’s a slide door for privacy.” He explained all while turning to assist her with her belongings, giving her a view of a broad, muscular back and tight ass. Grippably delicious, given his mocha skin.<br/><br/>Once her things were unloaded (during which Gavin more than happily assisted), Gavil led the girl into the spacious all-wood interior house. Well decorated with Native American finery along the walls, leather and cloth couches and stools and various craft-tables for wood carving, weaving and so forth – right in the living room, with no sign of a television, the place sprawled out into two wings via stairways above. Gavin led her up the stairs on the left and down a wide corridor. On one side of the hall there were glass doors leading to a sprawling gymnasium.<br/><br/>He continued further, explaining, “We’re on the gym side. There’s an in ground pool out back.” Further in, he led her to what appeared to be two conjoined rooms, each with massive queen sized beds and comforters on them – apparently handmade. Maple chests of drawers lined the walls but there was little other decoration to indicate that either room was lived in. There was a fireplace, currently unlit, in Gavin’s room – indicated by a few shirts he had laying around beside magazines – Playboys, no less. A shared bathroom linked both rooms, with a door on either side, boasting a massive shower. There were no locks on the doors.<br/><br/>Gavin led her through his room (because it was closer than going through the door to hers) and their shared bathroom, and into her new bedroom.  Lowering a few of her belongings onto her bed, he turned and looked at her, smiling slightly. “It’ll be just like real sister and brother,” he said, either amused or intrigued by the idea.<br/>