I have this Uncle who when I was young was our favourite, mostly because every time he visited, he would bring a present for us and would perform the most wonder tricks. One birthday, it may be my 9th or 10th, I had invited some of my school friends over for a party when Uncle Harry arrived to do some tricks. What I remember most about that day was he hypnotised some of my guests including my younger sister Beth and made them perform all sorts of silly things; we all fell about laughing.
I've always hated Dawn my sister, I know I shouldn't but it all stems from the day she was born. Up to then I was the only one, the heir of the family name and fortune. Then she came along and I was forgotten, worse even I had to change my life because she was there. You know how it is, be quiet or you'll wake your baby sister or sorry we can't go out because we can't find a babysitter etc. Ok I know sibling rivalry is common and I should have grown out of it by now, but fuck it why should I.
I'm a clinical psychologist whose quixotic goal is to become a screenwriter. Not that I'd give up my day job. I'd like to use my private consultation experience to create a Netflix-type of series. The seven case studies I describe here comprise an interesting subset of incest. Each one involves a mother who actively enables her son's sex life. IDs are disguised, but all the sexual activity did occur. I am required to report things such as child abuse. I alone define abuse.