The First Day
"John." You stir groggily, the midday sun striking brightly through your bedroom window. Fuck off sun, you curse wordlessly. How much did you drink last night? "John." A voice registers vaguely, barely piercing through your hungover haze as it calls out. Damn it must have been a good party last night, you can't remember a thing that happened. Obviously you got home alright. "John!" The voice is closer now, and more insistent. It's your mum, coming up the stairs. What does she want at this time...
Incest