"Lay your hands off me, you friggin' freak," Sissy screeched as she tore her limbs from Herman's lecherous grasp.
"C'mon ... c'mon ... lemme ... lick your pussy," Herman belched out while crumbling another beer can and lobbing it in the grass.
"You are fuckin' disgusting!"
"Don't you want your pussy licked?," Herman stammered as he reached for another beer.
"You're my brother you sick fuck!" Sissy cried as she finished lacing her shoes and ran down the beach..
*****
After the divorce, their father bought a one bedroom trailer at an R.V. park an hour away. Her mom started shacking up with "what's his name," the louse, in the family home. Sissy immersed herself in her schoolwork or tagged along with Herman and his friends for comfort.
For Sissy's eighteenth birthday, her dad made reservations for the two of them for seven at a trendy restaurant. A night out to celebrate.
Seven became eight, eight became nine. As tears spilled down her cheeks, Sissy drove to the trailer park. Pulling into the driveway, Sissy's worst nightmare was coming true. Her dad was on a stretcher and the medics were chatting amongst themselves without urgency. Her daddy was gone.
*****
Sissy returned from her run, finding Herman passed out on the sofa. While he had been filling the void created by the loss of their father with cases of beer, these past few weeks she felt empty. Her world upended in a single moment.
After her shower and another failed attempt to orgasm, she had eventually fallen asleep.
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