"Did you feel weird when you showed me your dick, too?" she asked bluntly.She remembered. Fuck. I turned towards her. "It was an accident. I'm sorry. ...t was not intentional," I told her."I know," she said. "But don't go yet. Give me a massage and I'll never mention it again." You promise?" I asked her.She just went to her bed and lay down on her back and pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her bare back exposed and those pointless black shorts over her ass. "Fifteen minutes and you're. He called me a cocksucker and all but kicked me out of the house. A week went by, and then one day he called me... invited me over, and we played the whole scenario out again. And of course, he didn't suck me or jerk me off, or anything. He wouldn't even let me jerk myself off as I sucked him." He continued, "This went on for the better part of a year. After a few months, he decided he wanted to fuck me. At first, it hurt like hell, but then after awhile... God help me, I came to hate him, but. It was my pleasure, Julia. You were very bossy to Mark when you dragged him to see us and when you dragged him away again. You were getting too big for your britches. Turn the cage off, please Mark, so the girls can shower and get some britches on."I hit the button, while Julia apologetically said, "I'm sorry, Mark. I have been too egotistical lately, and I might've reacted badly if Carol hadn't set me right."Vanessa told me, "Don't keep them talking long. The last thing they need is another. . your mother is waiting for us. Your mother has noticed some rather disturbing behavior from you, and she asked me to help her find a solution for this problematic behavior. My house is equipped to deal with situations just like this.?Once again, Aunt Sara had Cherin’s imagination running wild, with thoughts reeling of the possibilities. And, now, more than ever, Cherin was REALLY afraid of her aunt. She almost felt as if this were a dream—not really happening to her. She couldn’t.