#incest romance

Me and my sister have this spot by the river, where we always go to be alone.

I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it. I’ve thought something was up ever since they started hanging out so much. Honestly, I’m happy for them. My kids look like they love each other so much :)

“Hey bro, are you in there? I think I might have something that will cheer you up.”

“Hey sis, do you have my lap… top…”

Oh.

“So, uh. What’s this blog all about, bro?”

Fuck.

“Can’t we just start already, dad? At least let me take my top off.”

“No, honey, we’re still too close to shore. Someone could see us.”

Ugh, my dad is so paranoid. No one would know I’m his daughter, anyway. Maybe I want people to see. I’m so tired of having to hide it, and it’s so exciting when people watch…

Maybe if I tease him enough he’ll give in.

“Hey, daddy…”

I know you’ve been having these feelings, honey. And that’s okay. It’s perfectly natural to feel that way.

Maybe it’s because of how I dress around the house. Or because physical touch is my love language.

But I want you to act on those feelings. I want to show you how much I love you, the best way I know how. So I dress and act this way in hopes that you’ll reciprocate one day, and show your mother how you feel too. 

Every morning my mom meditates in front of the window. I love standing in the doorway and watching her. It fills me with joy knowing that soon we will have our first child together.