How did she know that I was into incest?! I was thinking of what to reply when my sister texted, “I saw your browser history once and found out that...you are into incest”.“Why did you even check my browser history”, I asked.She replied after a few seconds saying, “Don’t worry, I am not a kid anymore. We are mature enough to discuss porn”.“Yeah, I am watching incest porn, so what? I am sure you watch porn too”, I said.“Absolutely I do, just like you, I love incest porn too. I find it freaking. You recall, though, it generally takes nearly a year." You're not mad?" Why should I be mad? I love you. I'll love our baby. Our babies. My parents will be thrilled. Your dad will be thrilled." Weena was crying, but I didn't grab her. We did need to talk. "And you got drunk on Saturday because you could avoid talking." She nodded. "Did you talk to anyone about this?" She shook her head 'no'. "Are you still taking your pills?" She nodded. "OK. Throw them away. I'm not certain how long it takes. ? The instructions that were allready in the letter required her to quit her job, end her rent and write a suicide note. She also had to mail the keys of her car to a mailbox and get on a bus the first day of the next month.She traveled for two days, to someplace she never been before. Ultimately a blinded limousine took het to a secluded place, a ten hour drive.At arrival she was welcomed by four men, each not interested in her, but examining her body and making notes. She was told to lie. ”John followed Trisha into her bedroom and she turned and took off his shirt, trousers and socks. She wanted this boy naked. She was going to teach him the best she could, the question is would she just teach him about masturbation or about other things.She was on her knees with a 12 year old boy standing before her, she could see his boy bulge starting to grow and she slowly pulled his pants down giving her the first view of his totally soft boy cock. “Are you nervous John?”“Yes” he muttered.