An anthology of nonsensical ramblings and mild humor: Confessions of an Incestuous Child

My sister fell. She broke her leg.

Mother told me to bathe her, so I did. It was nice.

I liked her thighs. They were smooth. They occupy my thoughts.

Next time, I touched her breasts.

I watched her undress. She saw me. I walked in. We kissed.

That was 5 years ago.

I have hair on my parts now. We have done more than kiss.

Mother is always busy. Father is a drunk.

We live in a small house. We share a room.

Life is good.