”Julie reached in front of Martine and put her hand over Martine's hand and holding it and moving it to rub Martine’s pussy. Martine froze. With a...shock that another woman was touching her there, or was with the pleasure of someone else wanking her? Julie rubbed her harder and faster bringing more excitement to Martine and close to orgasm. Then Julie removed Martine’s hand from her shorts and replaced her own hand and slid a finger into Martine’s vagina. She fingered Martine deep but not rough. Wrapping her in my arms, such a frail girl, I assured her I wouldn’t. “You’re stuck with me, honey.” Eventually Amelia cried, some of the poisonous sorrow oozing out of her.Still, recovery wasn’t fast. I noticed it in her music. Amelia began to play mournful songs on the piano. She sang less and the songs were of loss and sorrow, sung with such sadness and agony I had a lump in my throat. Her remarkable voice expressed such haunting it made me go cold. And even the beauty, the perfect clarity. But as it turns out peewee, I am not going to touch you." With that he turns and walks over to the cabinet where he keeps his cameras and takes out a movie camera and sets it up on a tripod.I watch him move around lights and cameras, until I feel like I am going to be sick. I slump against the pool table and ask in a shaky voice. "What do you want? I am your sister, what's wrong with you. You raped me, you sold me to God knows how many men at the sawmill and you gave me to Timber in the woods.. Mom and Dad went with the police to my old apartment, removed my personal things, and put them in their garage for safekeeping. Most of the stuff was keepsake items and clothes. They did get my phone, and other electrical stuff. I guess I was a broke homeless person right now. My parents told me not to worry, that they didn't give Julie my disability checks. They'd put them in a special account for me.Julie tried to get them, but she was not able to except as a beneficiary and I wasn't dead.