I had to do it to myself all the time."Erika showed me her left wrist where a two-inch cut had only just started to heal. She must have been cutting h...rself recently."Why do you do that?" I asked."Why not?" You might hurt yourself." There are different kinds of pain. Some pain makes you feel good." What if you kill yourself?" I already told you--I don't care about death."I didn't know what to say, so I remained silent. Erika expected this silence. She stood up and turned her back towards me.. I could see nothing wrong with my sister touching my cock out of curiousity, it wasnt sexual, she just didnt have one of her own & wanted to know all about it, how it felt, why it did what it did & how it got so big for no apparant reason.Our baths became a never ending eye opening exploraton as we discussed our deepest secets & showed each other our developing bodies. My sister developed faster than me & loved to show me her new tricks, how rubbing the little bead at the tip of her vaginal. " I knew that female voice but shied away from identifying her. That way led to pain and I wanted to stay numb."He has rejected Us, which is worse. It would be easier if he were dead because it would be a clean break that We could maybe heal from." She shook Our head and growled. "Instead, he's kept the bond connecting us so damaged that She cannot know what he feels. Then, he gives out little hurts that cut deep and leave Us broken and wounded with the certain knowledge that he no longer. Thomas,who owned the place, blew his brains out, and most of the guests who was fuckingus "hostesses" while Christina and the woman was roasting got put away forlife. Me and the other girls was state witnesses and got off scot free, althoughthe defense attorneys chewed us up pretty bad, saying we was degenerate whores "whosewords are as easy to buy as their bodies." But when the jury saw what Tonydone to his girls, the ones who pissed him off in any way, they didn't haveno trouble believing we.