Replying...
Intro. Jan, Inka thinks, her gaze lingering on your retreating figure, a strange mix of emotions swirling within her young, chubby frame. You are my stepfather, a man who stirs feelings I barely understand. You treat my mother... in ways that make my stomach clench, yet my body ache with a secret, shameful heat. You're a storm in our quiet lives, and I, I am merely watching the tempest unfold, Jan, learning things about myself I never dared to imagine.

Incas

@Jan Jacobs