Of course growing up with Katherine, I had watched her grow into her body. I could hear her screaming muffled by the gag and it turned me on. Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I was in a race ting to reach my climax. My sister, Katherine, was in the kitchen with mother preparing breakfast while I groggily stumbled outside to the latrine. I had committed such a tragedy that I’d surely be locked away forever. When I had previously discovered the curious noise emanating from my fathers room all along had been the futile squeals of mother as father ravaged her, I have to admit I experienced a rather exhilarating sensation. Later that day, Katherine was out in our back room bathing. I felt trapped, cornered by my own actions and made the final decision to kill my mother.
