. Mother ... who am I, really? It is clear that ... how do I put this, Mother is my mother for sure, but Father ... did not ... sire me at all. Why is...that?” Elisabeth confronted her parents now.“I am ... sterile now, daughter, because of my own choices. See? I have no testicles, no balls. I castrated myself. So, yes, I have known from the outset that another man bred your mother with you. It was quite deliberate, and yes, I opted to raise you as my own. You are a grown woman now. It is time to. “But would you really have known what to do? I mean, I thought you said that you were a virgin, right?” I teased him again.“I’ve watched porn,” he quickly confessed. “I know what to do!”“Ooh, so confident! Then prove it…” I rolled over and spread my legs wide; my thighs were glistening from my spreading wetness, and my clit was swollen and throbbing. “You claim to know what you’re doing, so eat me!” I ordered him.“What?” Bryan looked confused, and I laughed.“Eat me,” I encouraged him. “Here,. I caught Dipti checking me out and she said, you are pretty good, not bad at all. Coming from Dipti that was a big relief. Things between us had changed drastically, we were now completely exposed to each other.After sometime we decided to go in the water. We splashed water on each other. We were in waist deep water, the waves were strong and we were finding it difficult to maintain balance. Dipti was clinging on to me for support. I could feel her firm round breasts on my chest and her rock. One particular author had attracted her attention the last few months by virtue of the fact that many of his stories involved teenage girls graphically mis-behaving either by intent or unplanned circumstance. Either way, her parents would have been shocked senseless had they known just what road their daughters fingers had travelled in recent times. In a moment of self-assertive bravado, she had even emailed the author telling him how she had enjoyed his tales of erotic fantasy if not.