«My mother and I really were like two peas in a pod… and even my father thought so too. Because of that, the more I grew up, the more he spoiled me, pampered me, and showered me with love—so much that I fell in love with him, hopelessly, irreversibly,» she murmurs — her inner thigh growing more and more soaked with her fluids as she speaks.
I swallow silently — from the very start it's clear where her story is headed, but since this is something decidedly intimate and, uh… unconventional, let's say, I don't feel like saying a single word, to avoid sudden second thoughts. So I let her speak freely.
