"It's your imagination Sis. I'm no different than I ever was." Yes you are. John made love to you, didn't he?" NO! Of course not! How could you even s...ggest it?" Because that's when you changed. The night we played that game and you teased us and I sent John down to teach you that teasing like you did can be dangerous." I don't know what you mean, Barb. What night?" The girl's belly churned with apprehension. Had her sister sent John to her that night? The night he raped her? She didn't know. She literally dripped wetness as a leaky faucet. Yet, she never touched herself or even moved. She just sat rigid in the chair, watching, loudly moaning and panting, while her wetness continued to form a large puddle on the floor below. When the gnomes shot their wads, the veiled figure would finally make his grand entrance. What happened next was the same as my previous dream, complete with Gloria’s screams of delight as he slid into her… I looked over at Karen again. She was still mouthing. Don't go away!" She climbed off the sofa and headed up stairs.I looked down the length of the sofa at Dad and saw that he was on his 4th can of beer since he got home (and I don't know how many before he arrived) and was lying back in his recliner in a sleepy stupor. It wouldn't be too long before he dozed off. Mum arrived back, took her seat, blocking out my view of Dad, and handed me the bottle of lotion, and then she swung her legs back onto the couch, placing a foot on my lap."Thanks. She watched him as he watched her. Then he eased forward andsat on the edge of the bed. His eyes flicked over her lewdly displayed body,and his hand reached out and slid onto her stomach. He caressed her downy softskin, his fingers touching lightly, sliding in slow circles.He moved his hand up over her rounded breast, squeezing alittle, but mostly just stroking. His hand moved up the side of her neck andthrough her hair, then down again, across her face and between her breasts,down her chest.