Incest Story. First shot at writing.

Lately it’s been getting harder and harder for me to keep my mind off Anikha. I know how wrong this is. And hell or highwater, I should let this go. But this is the most excited I’ve been since that subpar threesome I had last year. It’s like she’s getting hotter by the minute; the other day, she was trying this plaid dress on and goddamn was she hot. I can swear I got wet just watching her walk around in that thing. Sometimes, I feel like she wants it too. It’s like she’s dropping hints. She always does thing where she walks up to me every morning and does this slow hug from behind like she’s trying to feel me up. Well, she is around that same age when I wanted to fuck everything I laid my eyes on and I’m sure the fact that her mommy looks like a cougar let loose doesn’t help either.

I am writing this entry pussy-dripping, holes gaped sitting on the couch still damp with our bodily juices. Yes, It actually happened.