From the confines of Jenny’s Coma, time had no meaning. A minute stretched out, skipped, or disappeared. Sometimes there was only the darkness to comfort her. These times were a blessing and a relief. Her dreams were harsh, brutal, and violent. In her sleep, anywhere that she went, her brother was sure to follow.
When they were f*****g, he liked to remind her of the familiarity between. He liked it when she talked dirty to him. Sometimes, that was worse than the f*****g. That first time, as he’d ejaculated on her chest, he’d ordered her to call him Daddy. And it was like that every time after.
Time skipped, slowed, and then jumped backwards. Vaguely, she heard someone calling her name, and then it was gone. It was silent again. There was only her, Steven, and his swollen member.
In her
