My 10 month older sister and I were physically and mentally in constant turmoil growing up. We never knew when mom was going to fly into a rage or dad was going to come to our bedroom drunk. He couldn’t get but he could c()m watching us do things he made us do then rubbing it up and down her sl1t he would try shoot inside her with his semi flac1d c0ck. It was too fat but sometimes most of his C()m would go inside her. Mom beat on us if she suspected. After we left home together when we 15, Sissy turned 16 a month later. We found a junkyard had a school bus and the fence had a sheet of metal that could open to access the back lot. Sissy was Pregnant so we depended on a couple churches for money, an assistant pastor paid for most of our food and let us shower in the church for s** with sissy. His wife left hime so we moved in with him for 5 years.