The only family, I've ever known. (Chapter One)
A personal account of incestous relationships.
I walked inside my house. It’s a 30 year old, Victorian style house, in the middle of nowhere. “Dad?” I yelled… No response. He was still at work, I could have checked the garage but, I came in through the back door. I set my bag down on the rocker and decided to take a bath. I drew the water and grabbed the waterproof vibrator from the back of the drawer…. It had been a long day. My name is Eliza Connie Westerfield, and...