Everyone else in the room took that as a signal I wanted to say something. I didn't, but I needed to now.I said the first thing that came to mind."It'...s four now."Jessica smiled and her eyes twinkled. Jeanie had a smirk on her face. Theresa didn't look happy at all. I noticed my mother had a frown on her face."Only four?" she said. "But what about Barbara, or Monica?" Mom!" I said in mild disgust. "I can't believe your friends tried to set me up with them. Do you know..." I stopped realizing. She had read it three times before being satisfied with what she had written. A satisfied smirk upon those pale, rose petal, lips as she thought about how her mother would react when that paper was read. The tub now half full, her plan put to action. Her wrists placed beneath that warm, rushing water as a razor was brought down upon them. The cuts were small, but did their job. Barely noticeable as deep crimson began to mix within the tub. Her watery grave set, she laid her head back. Not a. The things I took for granted and the people I didn’t appreciate, life is filled with challenges and I didn’t even know that I was being challenged, until I was singled out and confronted by my personal tragedy with the death of her. Oh, woe is me, I know I’m full of self-pity, I’m good at that. Pity gave me plenty of reason to drink, but not the strength to stop. She could handle anything, even the death of me. I know that, but I couldn’t handle the death of her. I wasn’t as strong a person as. "Mark...don't stop...please." "Sis...um is this the only time I get to...you know, fuck you?" I let my passion speak for me. "Do you want to fuck me again mark? Is that what you are asking? You want to know if you can fuck your sister again, any day you want? You want to know if I will suck on your nice big, fat cock? You wanna have your sister giving you blowjob's?" "Yeah sis, is this the only time?" I looked over my shoulder at my brother and answered him, "Mark anytime you want a blowjob,.