Carl was getting off on his step-sister’s pictures! As I reviewed the photos, many were blurred, however dozens of photos revealed in great detail w...at he was looking for. I now had two issues – how to deal with him, and how to forget the images in my head. In time, the latter issue would prove to be the most difficult. I had the day to ponder my next course of action. Confronting the both of them would be disastrous in terms of relationship and trust. I decided on the least invasive approach.. ” Then she said, “Stop that.” I sat there numb.She said, “You can have sex though, but not masturbation.” Then she went to explain the reason behind it. I jokingly replied, “Who would masturbate if one gets sex?” only to receive a serious look from her. She handed over me the prescription.She asked me to come to her home after a week with some test reports. The next week I went to her home early morning with the reports. The servant opened the door and asked me to sit. After a while I noticed. Suddenly, I seized on an inspiration. "A romance novel!" I blurted, certain that he would not be interested in a Mills and Boon weepie.My heart plunged as he reached over my shoulder, fishing out the text. I was in too much shock, had too little control over the situation to prevent it. He began to read what I had written, every sordid little detail I had confessed. I felt naked, more exposed now than I had been after my assailant had stripped me of my clothes and my dignity."Bran-" I began.. I fantasized about our previous encounters and those I had hoped were yet to come. I wanted our encounters to continue, but wasn't sure she that she would. I feared that she would want to end them because of guilt, or the fear of being found out. She had morals after all, she went to church 2-3 times a week and always seemed to make the right choices in life. She had an almost naive innocence about her, but she was smart and tough enough to play dirty when necessary. Spending some time growing.