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beneath her lids.
    “After a while, my dad needed more perversion. He’d make me go down on him while my brother fucked me, and the first time that happened, my brother made me come so hard that I nearly passed out. It felt so… amazing . I think that’s when I really started enjoying it.
    “And that’s how my mom found us. She woke up one night and busted us. I guess Dad had forgotten to lock the door.”
    She took another sip of iced tea, oblivious to the three women openly weeping and trying not to vomit on the patio. She was staring hard at her empty gumbo bowl, unable to look at us.
    “She blamed me,” Sheri said after a minute, her voice so soft that it was eerie. “She beat the shit out of me any chance she got after that. My brother would try to stop her, but he wasn’t always around to help. She would try to keep us away from each other, but he would always sleep with me at night. And since Dad wouldn’t come near us after getting caught raping his children—and I consider what he forced my brother to do to be rape, too—we were safe from him for the time being. And yes, my brother and I were having sex with each other still. It was normal for us by then and the only way we felt comfortable anymore.
    “My mom actually forgave my father, believing it was because she was such a terrible wife that he’d had to turn to their daughter for sex. How fucked up is that?” she scoffed. “But she kept beating me, and I felt like I was garbage…so I believed I deserved it. Then, one day, my brother stepped in to stop her from wailing on me with the broomstick. She cracked him so hard on the temple…he was dead before he hit the floor.”
    “No!” Lili cried out, clapping her hand over her mouth.
    “They told the authorities he had slipped and hit his head on the counter, and she got away with it. She was so devastated, so it was easy to believe my parents. I was still so scared that I kept my mouth shut.
    “With no one to protect me and my mom drinking to ease her guilt, my dad started raping me again. I only put up with this for about a month after my brother had been murdered. I waited until my father stumbled out of my room one night. Then, I grabbed my gym bag, stuffed it with my clothes and all the cash I had saved up, and snuck out. I left New Orleans.
    “I was on the streets for a few weeks in Lafayette when my grandpa spotted me. He made me get in the car. He was so happy. He was going to call my parents to tell them he had found me. I begged him not to. At first, he thought I was just so upset about my brother, but I broke down and told my grandparents what our father did to us and how my mother— their daughter—treated me after she’d found out. I told them she killed their grandson when he was trying to save me.”
    Not once had Sheri mentioned her brother’s name. I wondered why she couldn’t bring herself to say it.
    “They took me down to the police station, and I told the officers everything. My grandparents were determined not to allow my parents to get away with what they had done. I was examined, and they found a lot of scarring consistent with what I’d told them. With my eyewitness account of how my brother died—”
    “What was his name, Sheri?” I asked her softly. “What was your brother’s name?”
    Huge tears rained down, and her lips and jaw quivered. “Evan. His name was Evan Mason Mathews. And he was the sweetest, most wonderful man I’ve ever known.”
    Lili jumped to her feet, her little elfin face a mask of anguish, with tears pouring from her swollen eyes. “Oh my God, Sheri!” she wailed.
    Sheri jumped up, too, and looked behind her. “What?”
    Lili launched herself at Sheri, wrapping her arms around Sheri’s tiny waist, and burying her face in the blonde’s huge tits, sobbing her evil little heart out. Alys and I followed suit, stumbling to our feet and wrapping our arms around them both.
    It all made sense now. Sheri needed to give head while Jason