Again, I pumped my fingers quickly in and out. I tried to examine my body more without Mom’s seeing me. “Jesus,” he exclaimed excitedly, “you’re very wet today.” He was all giggly, but he noticed that I was unresponsive. “Alex, come on. Then she started talking to me like I was her friend. Finally, I decided to snap it before I put it on, then I slid it over my head and shoulders. “You’re not even dressed!”
“I’m sick,” I pleaded. After having been distracted by my body, I looked around the room, and I noticed that it wasn’t my room. As I entered my bedroom, I closed the door behind me and locked it, and without wasting any time, I peeled off every article of clothing. I stared at him dazed and confused. I mimicked what I had seen girls do in pornography; I used two fingers to imitate a cock and started pumping them in and out. “Oh, my fucking GOD,” I mumbled to myself, and after having said that, I grabbed my throat with my hands.
