It does not. “A quest has been issued. Will you accept it?” The voice comes once more, seeming as if it will continue to ask until you give it one... response or another.Fuck it. I accept. You think the response, picking up on how it had responded to your thought earlier. “Quest accepted.” The voice speaks once more and a soft fanfare of music plays within your mind. You struggle to keep yourself from bursting out laughing. The possibility of this being some kind of mental break seemed more and. We both smiled and got back on the bike. Soon we reached a nice quiet place on the riverbank, where he stopped the bike and announced that we had reached. I took in the surroundings it was very calm, hardly anyone around, the river flowing making the peculiar sound, birds chirping overall it was scenic and quite picturesque. I asked him what was so special about this place and he told me that he was not superstitious yetAS all the thoughts he had were clarified in his mind there and he was. . it's cool with meincestuous_angel: nicewith sis: like i said, my sis and I have done it for years and have done just anything you can think of.incestuous_angel: anybody knows?with sis: just her and I, and now you!incestuous_angel: only our incestuous friendswith sis: do people know about your thing?incestuous_angel: only some of those who live like uswith sis: there are more of us than people think there are, wouldn't you agree?incestuous_angel: hellincestuous_angel: i think more than half of. "How do you know that," I asked between bites."Did you notice how pissed I got every time you called me Mary? Mary and I are cousins, we grew up together; we were closer than sisters for all of our lives until we had a falling out. We argued over a guy. Mary had fallen in love with him first, but I had to have him. She told me that he wasn't the guy for me, but while they were together, he was fucking me on the side. He'd gotten Mary pregnant, but neither of them knew about it. When Mary found.