he was terribly afraid, the whole time it seemed he was completely and utterly enamoured by his younger sisters friend.

who he had so effortlessly cherished during her childhood as he watched her grow up.

he kissed her bruised knees when she toppled over, and placed bandaids upon her scratches.

he was her shelter, from the trauma and pain in the world.

but now he felt urges towards her that would soon enough expose her to what the real world was like.

sick older men taking advantage of innocent little nymphets.

his poor darling evangeline.

his forever love,

yet his eternal lust.

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someone comment if u actuals want me to continue

im feeling so lazy about this tbh

but love u

alll