. she slipped into herself, and the ache intensified and sweetened.She WAS a bad girl. A little bit of pride flickered in her heart. Touching herself ...asn't disgusting, it felt good. Really, really good, in fact. Fine, if she was a bad girl, she'd be a Bad Girl. She'd been punished before, many times, and she'd learned that sometimes being Bad was worth the paddle, even the crop. This seemed to be one of those times.She rocked her hand on its heel, pressing at the top, probing at the bottom.. Susan was conflicted and didn’t know if she should barge in and stop them or not. On one hand she wanted to respect her daughter’s privacy and sexuality but on the other hand Carmen was still living under her roof and Susan didn’t approve of this behaviour. Telling herself that she was letting her imagination get the better of her, Susan opened the door to peek inside. Susan tried to convince herself that Carmen and Benita were just doing aerobics or some other sort of exercise. When Susan’s. It’s called the Westermarck effect—it mostly applies to brothers and sisters (I guess I’m just broken) but I’d convinced Mom that it meant that I didn’t find her sexy, and so she had continued wearing stockings around the house.“You like how sexy your bust is, don’t you?”“Yes.”“And so you must love how it looks in your new dress.”Nod.“You decide to wear your new dress whenever you can.”Nod.“You get more dresses that show lots of cleavage.”Nod.“Any chance you get, you wear dresses that show lots. The girl was almost floating off the floor, enjoying the sheer pleasure from having that much raw energy fed to her. As she could handle more, I gave her more.“As asked by the little girl in Dune, ‘How can this be?’,” the red-headed succubus asked when she begged me to give her time to enjoy what I had given her.To the people in the testing room, I said, as I generated the energy needed to make my voice come out of their headsets, “You wanted to see what I can do now that I’ve had some time to.