Evi really wants to lose her virginity

The summer was a feverish dream, a sultry, sticky shell enveloping the valley. Inside Irene’s house, the air was thick with the unspoken things pulsing between the walls. The children were gone, staying with Agnes, and the house felt empty — emptier than it had ever been before. Yet it was not the emptiness of absence, but the emptiness of anticipation. Irene had the house to herself, but she wasn’t alone. She had her plans, her projects, and she had Orlando, the blond angel with the greedy eyes, who still came every day to fuck Irene — a willing, unsuspecting pawn in her game. He showed Irene all the videos of how his mom jerked off her clit every morning when she woke up, how he fucked his mom day and night — his overflowing semen wouldn’t let him take a break.

But something was different that afternoon. A silence hung over the house that didn’t come from Irene alone. It was the calm before the storm. Lina and Oskar were back. They had fulfilled their mission with Agnes — the old nun was now a “healed” woman, one of them — and they had a new mission in store. Evi, Lina’s best friend — a shy girl with big, curious eyes and a body that was just beginning to blossom — had come with them. Lina had promised her something special, something only she could give her, something that would change her life.

They went into Lina’s room, a small, secret space that smelled of perfume and a girl’s wet dreams. They snuggled under the blanket, their bodies still warm from the shower, their souls still hazy from the ecstasy. “So,” Lina began, her voice soft but demanding. “Tell me. Why? Why do you want this? Why do you want to lose your virginity? Why Oskar?”

Evi hesitated; her cheeks turned red. “I… I don’t know. I’ve always wanted it. I’ve always felt it. I see them. Every night. I see my dad fucking my mom and her little sister. How he fucks her. It’s... it’s so intense. So raw. I want that, too. I want to be fucked like that. I want to be loved like that.”

She closed her eyes as if she could see the images inside them. “I always sleep between them. In bed. I hear them breathing. I hear them moaning. I see his body leaning over her, see him moving inside her fuck hole. Sometimes... sometimes it wakes me up. Sometimes... sometimes I just watch. It’s fascinating. It’s like a movie. A movie I want to be in.”

She opened her eyes again; tears seemed to be welling up in them. “But my mom… she doesn’t always want to. Sometimes she says no. Sometimes she says she doesn’t feel like fucking. Then… then she rubs her clit — she loves to rub herself like a maniac. After that, she jerks him off until he comes. And then... then she lets me do it. She lets me jerk him off. She tells me to get him all worked up so he can’t take it anymore. And then... I get him all worked up and I spread my legs and jerk off right in front of his face, and then I jerk him off just like Mom showed me. I jerk him off until he cums. All over my hands, all over my face, and best of all, all over my still-tiny little breasts. And he screams. He screams God's and my name. And I feel… I feel like a queen.”

She laughed — a sad, little laugh. “Mom… she’s always just masturbating. While I watch. She rubs her clit while she looks at me. She rubs her clit while she tells me what a good man he is, how much he loves her. And I believe her. I believe her because I love her. And I love him. And I want them to be happy. So I help them. I help them find their pleasure."

She swallowed, her voice growing hoarse. “But I want more. I want more than just masturbating, the way little girls do wank their little clits. I want more than just watching. I want to feel him inside me. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me. But she... she forbids it. She says I’m still too young. She says my hymen... my hymen is sacred. It’s a gift. A gift for my future husband. She says I should preserve it. Until I get married. Until I’m ready. She’s absolutely adamant about that.”

She shook her head, her fists clenched. “I don’t want to keep it. I don’t want to. I want to break it. I want him to break it for me. My dad. I want to surprise him. I want to wake him up one night. I want to sit on top of him. I want him to feel me inside him. I want him to take me. I want him to fuck me really hard, just like Mom. I want him to love me. Is that wrong, Lina? Is it a sin?”

Lina stroked her hair, running her fingers through the soft strands. “No, sweetheart. It’s not wrong. It’s not sinful. It’s the truth. It’s your desire. And it’s sacred. But be careful. Adults... they play a different game. They have different rules. They want to protect you, but they also want to control you. They want to keep you for themselves. They don’t want to lose you. So be smart. Be clever. Wait for the right moment. Wait until he wants you as much as you want him. Then take him. Then take him completely, without holding back. He won’t regret it.”

Oskar could hardly believe what he was seeing. Lina, his stepsister, was lying on the bed, her body trembling with excitement, while Evi, her best friend, slowly ran her fingers over Lina’s smooth skin. The air in the room was thick with tension and the sweet scent of perfume and girl-sex-sweat.

"Do you really want to...?" Lina whispered, her eyes half-closed as she savored Evi's gentle caresses.

Evi laughed softly, a melodious giggle that sent shivers right down Oskar's spine. "Of course, sweetheart. It's only fair that your brother be there while we're having so much fun with girl-sex."

Evi's eyes widened as she saw Oskar's erect cock. “Oh my God,” she stammered, instinctively bringing her hand to her mouth. “That… that’s way too big to fit inside me!” She felt her labia growing wet, but also a fear she had never known before.

Evi hesitated; her heart was pounding against her ribs — a mixture of fear and an eerie, tingling curiosity. She had never seen a boy naked — not really. Only in blurry images, from a distance, and of course Dad in her parents’ bed. But here — here it was real. Here he was close. Here he was for her.

"I... I don't know, Lina," she stammered, her fingers twitching nervously. "Is that... is that right?"

"Right?" Lina laughed, a bright, liberating laugh. "Evi, there's no right or wrong. There's only wanting and not wanting. And you want it. I can see it in your eyes. You want to see it. You want to feel it. So come on. Let’s not wait.” Evi stammered. “Lina, I really want to lose my virginity — as soon as possible. I’ll explain everything to you later.”

Lina laughed — a sweet, triumphant laugh. “Don’t worry, sweetie. Oskar’s already been everywhere without damaging the fenders!” She winked at Evi, her fingers gently stroking Oskar’s chest. “But you’re right. Before you let him take your virginity, you have to see how he fucks first. That’s essential — you have to take it seriously.”

Evi nodded slowly, her eyes fixed on the couple on the bed. She was curious and aroused, but also nervous. She had never seen such an impressive cock — one that big.

Oskar smiled at Evi, his eyes sparkling with power. “Don’t worry, Evi. I’ll treat you gently. But first, I want to show my sister what she’s been missing by having just a little bit of shy girl-on-girl sex with you, that little slut,” he said with a wink.

He turned toward Lina, his hands gliding over her body as he positioned himself between her thighs. Lina moaned softly as he slowly entered her with his cock; her eyes were half-closed as she savored his movements. It wasn’t her first time, and she had become very accustomed to the way he fucked her

"Yes, Oskar," she whispered. "There. Show her how good you are."

Evi sat naked on the bed next to them, her hands trembling with excitement. She couldn't help but play her clit as she watched Oskar make love to Lina. He was so powerful, so loving, so perfect.

"Come here," Lina said suddenly, her eyes wide and sparkling with desire. "Come and help me."

Evi hesitated for just a moment before venturing closer to the couple. Her hand found its way to Oskar’s testicles; she gently stroked the taut skin as he thrust into Lina. Oskar groaned softly as he felt her touch; his movements grew faster and more forceful.

"Yes, Evi," he whispered. "Just like that. Keep going."

Evi obeyed; her fingers danced across his testicles as he took Lina faster and harder. The air in the room was thick with tension and the sweet scent of perfume and sweat.

"I... I'm coming," Oskar groaned suddenly, his body trembling with excitement.

"Yes, Oskar," Lina whispered. "Come for me. Come on, come inside me."

Oskar let out a deep moan as he reached his climax; his body twitched as he pumped his semen into Lina. Evi felt her own arousal intensify as she watched him pump his semen into Lina over and over.

When he rose from her, his face was flushed and his breath came in gasps. He smiled at Evi, his eyes sparkling with power.

"Now it's your turn, sweetheart," he said. "Are you ready?"

Evi nodded slowly, her heart racing. She was ready. She was ready to lose her virginity to this boy, to the cock she desired so much.

"Yes," she whispered. "I'm ready. Even though I'm scared the shit out of my mind, really."

Oskar smiled, his hand gliding over her body as he positioned himself between her thighs. "Don't worry, Evi. I'll be very gentle with you."

He slowly entered her; his movements were gentle and deliberate. No, he would do it. He would gently break through her hymen and make her a woman. With one final, gentle thrust, there was a soft, almost unspectacular “pop!” as her hymen broke. Evi let out a quiet cry as he took her virginity, but the pain was quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure. A brief, sharp pain shot through her, but it was over so quickly that she could barely register it. And then... then her whole face lit up. Tears of relief and triumph welled up in her eyes. It was done. She had gone from girl to woman.

"Yes, Oskar," she whispered. "That's right. Fuck me. Please."

Oskar obeyed; his movements grew faster and more forceful. Evi felt her arousal intensify, her body craving more. She was no longer the innocent girl she had been just a few minutes ago. She was a young woman — a young woman being taken by the boy who desired her.

As she reached her climax, she screamed Holy Mary's name, her body trembling with excitement. Oskar let out a deep moan as he reached his own climax, his body twitching as he pumped his seed into her.

They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined in each other’s arms, as their breathing slowed. Evi felt strangely empty, but also strangely fulfilled. She was no longer a virgin. She was a woman — a woman who had been deflowered by the boy she desired so much.

"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes closed. "Thank you, Oskar."

Oskar smiled, his hand gently stroking her hair. "You're welcome, Evi. But that was just the beginning, the first round only."

Evi lay on her back, her heart pounding against her ribs as she waited for Oskar. Her legs were slightly apart, a silent invitation tinged with her own uncertainty. Oskar knelt between her thighs, his face a mixture of excitement and an almost tender sense of responsibility. He wasn’t a beast, as she might have feared; he was a big boy with a magnificent cock, and he was delighted that he was to be Evi’s first. This was a gift, a privilege, and he intended to accept it with dignity.

He leaned down, his warm breath brushing against the insides of Evi’s thighs. With his fingers, he took some of his saliva and carefully moistened the delicate skin of her labia and the entrance to her still-untouched pussy. The touch wasn’t just arousing; it was somehow soothing, a gentle preparation for what was to come. Evi closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. She felt her muscles relax as fear gave way to a tingling sense of anticipation.

Lina, who was lying next to them, moved closer. “Should I wank your clit, Evi? It’ll help you relax and enjoy the sex to the fullest,” she offered softly, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of compassion and pure voyeurism.

But Evi shook her head firmly. “I want to experience it fully and consciously,” she whispered, her voice trembling only slightly. “Experience it from beginning to end. Every second. I want to feel it happening.” It was her decision, her ritual, and they both respected that.

Oskar nodded at her sympathetically. He positioned his magnificent, erect cock at her wet, ready opening. With one hand, he held on for support; with the other, he gently caressed Evi’s hip to reassure her. Then he began to penetrate Evi’s pussy very gently but purposefully. Evi flinched slightly, and her breath caught in her throat.

Oskar remained motionless inside her for a moment so she could get used to the new sensation. His cock pulsed deep inside her, living proof of her transformation. Then he began to move again, slowly, almost hesitantly, penetrating her deeper until he reached the end of her vagina. Evi’s heart was pounding wildly; she had never felt this way before, and nothing had ever filled her down there so completely, so perfectly. It was as if she had been waiting her whole life for this one moment, as if she had only been half-alive until now. Every additional centimeter of his penetration was a revelation, a new world of sensations opening up to her. She was ready for whatever was yet to come.

Evi’s breathing was shallow and labored as Oskar fucked her with his magnificent cock. She closed her eyes and tried to “see” in her mind’s eye how she was being thrust by this magnificent cock, how he was fucking her steadily and at a pleasant pace. He had time, she had time — there was no reason to “get it over with” quickly and hastily. Oskar fucked her for what felt like 20 minutes, driving her up the hill toward her orgasm. No, as Oskar had said, it was a sacred act — one she would never forget: Evi felt her arousal rising, just as it always did when she masturbated. “Oskar, I’m about to come!” she whispered, and he nodded. He grabbed her butt cheeks and lifted her up so that her pussy opened like a blooming flower. Suddenly, her orgasm erupted; she clung to Oskar and her face contorted as her young body twitched in violent convulsions.

Oskar picked up the pace and came right in the middle of her orgasm; jet after jet of his cum spurted into her pussy. It was as if his body were reacting on its own, as if the intensity of her orgasm were forcing him to climax. He felt her muscles contract around his cock, milking him with her lust, and he couldn’t help but surrender to her.

And then it was over. Oskar slid down between the two girls and gasped for air. He had given it his all and hoped Evi had enjoyed it. He turned his head toward her, breathing in short, ragged gasps, his heart racing.

"Was it... was it good for you?" he asked, his voice hoarse from the effort.

Evi laughed softly, a happy, contented laugh. She turned to him, her eyes glistening with tears of joy. “It was… it was everything I’d hoped for and more. Thank you, Oskar. Thank you for being my first.”

Lina, who had been watching the whole time, smiled at her. "I told you so, Evi. My brother is the best."

Oskar blushed slightly, but he was proud. He had done it. He had made Evi his wife, and he had done a good job of it.

"It was a sacred act," he whispered, more to himself than to the others. "One we should never forget."

Evi nodded, and her hand found his. "Never," she agreed. "I'll never forget it."

They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined in each other’s arms, as their breathing slowed. The sun was slowly setting, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. It was as if nature itself had decided to bless this moment — the moment when the teenagers became adults, bound together by a shared, sacred experience.

She helped Evi to her feet, gently washed her under the warm water, and kissed her — tenderly and passionately at the same time. “Now,” she whispered, “now you’re one of us. Now you’re a woman. But you have to promise me something. You have to tell me everything. Everything. Understood?”

Evi nodded; her body was still trembling from the orgasm, and her soul was open to whatever Lina wanted to show her. “Yes. I promise. I’ll tell you everything.”

She kissed her, gently and tenderly. “You’re a woman now, Evi. A woman with needs, with wishes, with desires. You have the right to fulfill them. You have the right to be loved. You have the right to live. Never forget that.”

Evi’s voice grew softer, almost reverent, as she told the last part of her story. “And then Lina showed me a video.” She looked at Oskar, her eyes sparkling in the twilight of the room. “A video where you, Oskar, are fucking her beautifully. It wasn’t as… rushed and selfish as with the guys I knew. It was exactly what I’d been looking for. Gentle, but firm. I watched you make love to her, and I knew you were the ‘good guy’ I’d been searching for so long.”

She sat up a little, her hand reaching for Oskar’s, her fingers tangling with his. “I asked Lina if you’d fuck me too, if you’d be my first. I explained everything to her. That then I could finally take Dad between my thighs, because after Hanna left, he had no one to fuck again. He was alone again, and I saw his pain, his longing in his eyes when he thought no one was watching.”

She smiled a gentle, contented smile. “So, that’s the gist of it. Now I’m here. You’ve made me a wife, Oskar, and I thank you for that with all my heart. It was better than I ever could have dreamed.” Her gaze grew dreamy again as she looked toward the future. “And I’m already eagerly awaiting the moment when I can be Papa’s little second wife. I want nothing more. I’ll take care of him, give him what he needs, just as Hanna did. I’ll make him happy, and then I’ll truly be where I’ve always wanted to be.”

They lay there in silence for a while, their hands finding each other, their bodies entwined, a mass of warm, living flesh. “And you?” Evi asked softly. “What about Oskar? And your mom? How are things with you guys?”

Lina smiled, a mysterious, conspiratorial smile. “We’re different. We don’t have rules. We don’t have secrets. We’re a family. A real family. A family that loves, that desires, that lives. My mom… she jerks Oskar off every morning. Every morning, under the warm shower. Three times in a row. Only then — only after he’s come three times — only then is he allowed to fuck her. From behind. Like a dog. That’s how she likes it. That’s how she loves it.”

She laughed softly. “It’s a ritual. A sacred ritual. She jerks him off while he thinks about her tits, while he thinks about her ass, while he thinks about her pussy. She jerks him off until he can’t take it anymore, until he screams, until he begs. And then... then she takes him. She takes him inside her as the water trickles over their bodies. She takes him as he fucks her from behind, as he ruins her, as she ruins him. It’s beautiful. It’s the purest form of love. The purest form of lust.”

She looked at Evi; her eyes glowed in the dark. “And at night… at night, when my dad is already fast asleep, when the house is quiet… that’s when Oskar sneaks up to her. That’s when he sneaks into her room. And she’s waiting for him. She’s lying in bed, her legs spread wide, her fingers on her clit. She’s masturbating as he lies down next to her. She’s masturbating as he slides his cock into her pussy. She masturbates until she comes, until she screams silently, until she trembles. And the whole time.... he fucks her, cumming in Mom’s pussy whenever the mood strikes him. He takes her from the side while she keeps masturbating furiously. He cums inside her, two or three times, until she’s finally done. Until they’re both lying next to each other, exhausted and happy. This is our family, Evi. This is our love. This is our life. And we wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world."

Evi stared at her, her eyes wide with amazement and longing. She had never heard of anything like this, never even dreamed of it. It was wild, it was forbidden, but it was beautiful. It was everything she had ever wanted. “I… I want to live like that, too,” she whispered. “I want to love like that, too. I want to be that free, too.”

"You will," said Lina, kissing her again. "You will. You're one of us now. You're a priestess of ecstasy. A keeper of the sacred fire. And we will teach you. We will guide you. We will love you. Forever and ever. And you’re going to fuck your dad while your mom jerks off her clit and turns green and yellow with jealousy. But your dad — he’ll fuck your fuck hole like a berserk and shoot his warm juice inside you, even though your mom is coughing disapprovingly.”

Evi never used to smoke. But now she’s taking a drag from the joint and inhaling the smoke deeply. “You said I should tell you everything, from the very beginning. Well, for as long as I can remember, I’ve been lying between Mom and Dad in their marital bed. From a young age, I watched them when Mom let Dad fuck her and then spent forever masturbating her clit afterward, because Mom loves masturbating more than anything. ‘When I’m older, I’ll have my own guy to fuck,’ Mom told me. ‘Dad is my guy, and I only let him fuck me,’ Mom concluded. Of course, I knew that was a lie, because there were other guys who secretly fucked Mom — because she was a goddamn slut. But I squeezed myself between their bodies, spread my little legs, and felt Dad’s powerful thrusts against my little pussy as he fucked Mom. It tickled so nicely, and that was my childhood.”

Evi took a drag on the joint. “Mom was less and less in the mood to fuck; she much preferred jerking off. I lay on Dad’s broad chest, my fist clenched around his stiff cock, and we watched Mom jerk off — she always did it so beautifully and passionately. Sometimes Dad’s cock would shoot on its own, and I’d guide the stream so it splashed onto Mom’s beautiful, melon-sized breasts — that seemed like the right thing to do. Otherwise, Mom would reach over and jerk Dad off with her fist. I picked it up very quickly, and Mom would nod approvingly when I jerked Dad off and made him cum while she was jerking herself off. I came up with a clever idea. I placed Dad’s stiff cock on his stomach and clamped it between my little labia, then slid back and forth until Dad came. Mom grinned because I was so clever and took good care of my hymen, just as she had ordered.”

"My grandpa flew to Africa to finalize a railroad project. His youngest daughter, Hanna — who was about 15 years younger than Mom and had always been laying with him — came to stay with us for a while. Hanna loved to fuck more than anything, and she jumped on Dad since Mom wasn’t interested anymore. Hanna fucked Dad with all the finesse of her youth; she breathed new life into him. I thought Hanna was great — she celebrated fucking like a sacred act, and Dad melted into her sweet little pussy. Hanna had said I should just ignore Mom’s ban, but I didn’t dare. She then said I should just let a nice guy slip between my thighs and take my hymen, and then I, too, could fuck Dad whenever I felt like it. So I set out on a search. But all I found were bores who jerked off their dicks in front of my untouched pussy and came on it — but only from the outside, those idiots. Grandpa came back from Africa, and Hanna ran to be with him. She was already pregnant by then. Mom was outraged when I suggested that the child must be Dad’s, right? “That couldn’t be true,” Mom said jealously.”

Evi looked at Lina. “Then you showed me a video of Oskar really pounding you hard, Lina. And I asked if Oskar might fuck me too, if he’d like to be my first. And that’s how I ended up here.” Evi passed the joint to Lina; she’d told her everything, just as promised. From start to finish.

The weeks following Evi’s deflowering were filled with a new, unspoken dynamic. Oskar had not only made her a woman; he had also given her the confidence she needed to take the next step. Evi spent more and more time with them, and the three became an inseparable unit, their bodies and souls intertwined in a web of lust, ecstasy, and affection.

It was a sunny afternoon when Evi decided it was time. She had thought it over for a long time, searching for the right words in quiet moments and running through the scenarios in her mind. Now, with the self-confidence of a woman who knew her body and her desires, she felt ready. She found her dad in the garden, where he was sitting on the porch as usual, staring into the distance. His gaze was melancholic, a longing that only Evi seemed to recognize.

"Dad," she said softly and sat down next to him. Her voice was firm but gentle. "I'm talking to you."

He flinched, as if he’d been jolted out of deep thought. “Evi? What’s the matter, my child?” His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken properly in a long time.

"I know you've been lonely since Hanna left," she began, getting straight to the point. "I can see it in your eyes. I can see how much you need someone — someone who loves you and cares for you."

His face darkened. "Evi, we shouldn't..."

She interrupted him, placing a hand on his arm. “Listen to me, Dad. I’m not a child anymore. I’m a woman — not some innocent girl anymore. I’ve had my experiences; I’ve learned what it means to be loved and to love — physically.” She paused, her eyes seeking his. “I want to be the one who takes care of you. I want to be your little second wife.”

His breath caught in his throat. "Evi, what... what are you talking about? That's... that's wrong."

"No," she said firmly. "It's not wrong. It's loving. Hanna showed you that. She showed you that love can take many forms. I want to love you, Dad. I want to fuck you, just like Hanna did. I want to chase away your loneliness."

He stared at her, his mouth agape. He was speechless, overwhelmed by her directness and the unmistakable truth in her words. He knew she was right. He knew he was lonely, that he needed her. But his mind screamed for resistance.

"Evi, I... I can't," he stammered. "I'm your father."

"And I'm your daughter," she replied. "And I love you. Let me love you, Dad. Let me heal your soul."

She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. It wasn't a daughter kissing her father; it was a woman kissing her lover. And in that moment, something inside him broke. The walls he had maintained for so long came crashing down, and he gave in to his longing.

He cupped her face and pulled her close, kissing her passionately; his tongue explored her mouth as if he were a man dying of thirst who had finally found water. It was a kiss of desperation and hope, a kiss that ushered in a new era in her life.

They let go of each other, breathing heavily. “Come on,” Evi whispered, taking his hand. “Come with me.”

She led him into the house, into her room, which she had prepared for this moment. The pillows were fluffed, the curtains drawn, and the room was filled with the scent of roses and lavender. It was a sanctuary, a place where they could celebrate their love.

They undressed slowly, each gesture filled with a newfound intimacy. He looked at her, his eyes gliding over her body, and he no longer saw his little girl, but the woman she had become. He saw the curves of her hips, the firmness of her breasts, the soft pink of her labia, and he felt his cock stiffen as his desire for her grew.

She lay down on the bed, her legs slightly apart — an invitation he couldn't resist. He knelt between her thighs, his face a mixture of desire and hesitation.

"Are you sure, Evi?" he asked one last time, his voice hoarse with emotion.

She nodded, her eyes full of love and desire. "Yes, Dad. I'm sure. I want to feel you inside me."

He entered her, slowly and gently, as if he were afraid of hurting her. She moaned softly as he filled her, as he made her his wife in a way she had never thought possible. It wasn’t just an act of lust; it was an act of healing, an act of love.

He moved inside her; his thrusts were slow and deep, each one a promise, a vow of fidelity. She felt alive, felt fulfilled, felt loved. She was no longer just his daughter; she was his lover, his partner, his little second wife.

As she reached her climax, she cried out his name, her body quivering with excitement. He followed her shortly afterward, his seed filling her — a symbol of their new bond. They lay there for a while, their bodies entwined in each other’s arms, as their breathing slowed.

"I love you, Evi," he whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

"I love you, too, Dad," she replied and kissed him gently. "I'll always be there for you."

It was the beginning of a new relationship — one that the world might misunderstand, but for her, it was the purest form of love. And she knew they would never be alone again.

While they slept, they dreamed of things they did not yet know, of things they did not yet understand. They dreamed of desire, of love, of power. They dreamed of what they would become, of what they would have. And in their dreams, they were already there. Already now. Already here.

Outside, in the garden, Irene was standing and smoking a cigarette. She knew what was happening inside the house. She knew what her children were doing, what they were teaching Evi. She had been watching them through the little peephole. She had seen the girls having sex; she had seen Oskar take Lina and then Evi.

She smiled. Everything was going according to plan. Everything was going according to her plan.

She was the master, the director, the queen.

And she would win.

Always.