When I opened my eyes I saw that my seminal fluid was on my penis, my sister's hand, and her dress. "A drop of that can get you pregnant," I warned. Y...u should wash your hands before you touch your vagina." I know," my sister said, looking at her hand, and smelling it. She took my hand with her other hand, and said, "Come with me. I'll wash you too." She led me to the bathroom. After washing her hands thoroughly, she took my washcloth, got it nice and sudsy, and began to scrub my genitals.. Inducing a squelching noise that I'm not allowed to be embarrassed by and a whimper from behind the knickers I'm gagging on. You look me in the eyes. Your gaze is a fierce one and I love it so. You hold it, your eyes , they tell me "don't you dare to look away!" as you introduce your thumb to my overwhelmed cunt and push hard, enjoying the hesitance on my face, if only it were permitted. The hesitance of my cunt is futile. Your determination is like my love. Your hand reaches it's widest point. After I saw the garage collapse, I really can't tell you much of what else happened, because I'd suddenly become aware of a kind of muffled bang and everything went black.All right, I'll start at the beginning and explain it all as best I can. Well, as good as I could to the judge and jury anyway; with just a couple of exceptions.Look, I was unconscious for over a week after that day, so I have to be given a little leeway as far as my memory of the events is concerned.That weekend I had planned. Breakfast took around the same time that it took for the kettle to boil and me to pour water over the instant coffee and chuck some milk in. I brushed my teeth, put on my jacket and left the house that I used to share with the beautiful Heather, climbed into my long overdue for a service car and coaxed its reluctant motor into life. It took a while to find the Psych’s office, the shit heap doesn’t have Sat Nav or anything like that, so I had to rely on the street directory that was five years.