I'm not a threat to you anymore, at least for now you can relax," I said."W-What a-are you going to do to m-me?" She asked crying copiously, hands and...legs struggling in her restraints."Well, right now I'm going to shave you. I like my girls smooth and hairless," I said leaning to pick the razor, the towel, the shaving cream and a bowl with water."Oh God! Nooooo! Please d-don't! Please don't r-rape me!" She started crying when she finally figured out what was happening."Erika, what you need to. ”I nodded. “I think I’ve had enough of my family for one day. If Emma comes, I’ll see her, but I think I’m done until I can be civil. That’s the best I can muster for a long time, I think.”“Civil is a start,” she said. “I’m going to talk with your sister and your mother. Would you like me to tell them anything?”“No. Tell them whatever you think they need to hear. You know I trust you.”When she left, I curled up on the tile floor and lay there. The bed seemed like too much effort right. After about a month, she started getting home about a half hour later than usual. I always waited up for her, and when I asked her "Why so late?" she said the bar had been busier lately and some people didn't want to leave right at closing.I decided to check out her story. The next Friday night, I drove over to the place and parked on this hill directly behind the tavern. There was a parking lot up there that overlooked where she parked her car. Her car was backed into the parking place,. ” “Are you fucking high? Why would I do that?” “I want to see your body. You’re always shaking your ass all over the house and not wearing bras. I can always see your breasts through your shirts. Let me see what you have under your dress. You're a sexy slut, and I want to see what you're hiding under there." “If you think I’m going to undress in front of you, you’re sadly mistaken. I’m your stepsister, for God’s sake.” “And what does that mean? That means that we’re not related. I could fuck.