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(This is where the Dark stuff starts.)

You open the bathroom door to Theresa standing in the shower with the curtains wide open and water streaming down her body. She gives you a knowing smirk as you walk in and drop your sticky pants on the floor.

"Mhhh, back for thirds?" She purrs at you.

Your loins give a heroic effort and manage to twitch a bit. You let out a tired laugh. "Maybe tonight, im exhausted." you say as you strip off your shirt and toss it onto your pants.

She does a cute little pout at you as you climb in with her and finally stop soaking the rest of the room by closing the curtain.

The shower continues fairly normally, although Theresa insists on washing your back and crotch. She gets down on her knees and lovingly caresses your balls with soapy hands. You shiver and arch your back in appreciation. Thankfully, since she is partially under you, you don't have the usual problem of tandem showering, being left in the cold.

You begin to do your hair routine, but because Theresa is doing wonderful things to you you have to blindly fumbling behind you for the shampoo. You accidently knock something over as you grab the bottle and you have a moment to panic before your foot explodes in pain.

You yelp and try to jump and clutch your foot, but of course Theresa is between your legs. You slip and come crashing down onto her and you hear a sickening crack as you barely manage to catch your face from smashing into the wall.

You lever yourself back into a stable position and quickly turn the water off as you disentangle yourself from Theresa. You glance down and see blood. "Oh my god, are you all right?" You ask as panic sets in.

Theresa mumbles something as you see a small trickle of blood run out from under her head. Leaning down next to your head you say "what was that?"

She repeats in a slightly slurred voice "Harder, hit me harder bubby."

You nearly throw up as you realize how much your orders are backfiring here. "Oh god," you mumble as you desperately think of how to fix this. "Theresa i want you to forget all my previous orders and just be yourself." you quickly say as its the first thing you can think of to fix this.

Almost immediately her hands fly to her head and she curls up a bit as she lets out a high pitched keening. "Ow, ducking fuck that hurts." She hisses out as she clutches her head.

Somewhat relieved you look down and glare at the damn industrial sized dispenser of conditioner that crushed your foot, laying there innocently on the shower floor like it didn't just commit attempted ****.

You are moving on to panicking about the blood still leaking from the back of your sisters head when your mom bursts into the bathroom and calls out in a panic "I heard a crash, are you ok?"

You feel some instant relief at her presence. "I fell on Theresa and she is bleeding a lot" you say as you peek around the curtain at her. Theresa just lets out a moan as she clutches her head.

Your mother visibly relaxes, "Well at least she was there to break your fall and keep you from getting hurt." You stare at her, stupefied, for a moment before she begins approaching and continues "Can I help her or, do you want her like this?" You feel your bile rising again at the thought that your mother is totally fine with you smashing Theresa's head into the floor.

You wave her forward as you grab the towel hanging on the wall and wrap it around yourself. Pulling open the curtain you reveal a whimpering Theresa who has calmed down somewhat. She sits up with a wince as your mom turns the water back on and splashes a few handfuls onto Theresa's head as she gently starts to prod and poke her. "Thankfully, head wounds almost always bleed a lot, so its probably not that... oof, that might need stitches." She says as she pulls hair aside to inspect the scalp. Theresa squirms and hisses in pain at the gentle prodding.

You look and almost vomit as a gash an inch long on the back of her head is leaking blood from where she smashed it on the tile.

"Ok, uh" you start to panic. "We need to get to the hospital." Mom gets up and grabs some gauze and bandages out from under the sink as she says "all right, Theresa is in no shape to drive, so ill take you."

You both work together to get Theresa bandaged up, dressed in some sweats and a zip up hoodie and in the car. She seems more than a little dazed, and you are worried about what is going to happen from here.