Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
My wife is from France. We met when I was visiting the country on, of all things, a bird-watching tour. We got married when I was 33 and she was 28. We have been married for over ten years, and we now live in Atlanta. She was always complaining about never visiting her family and friends, so last summer, we did just that.
Her older brother has a comfortable home, and he would not hear of us staying in a hotel. So, we stayed with him, his wife, and their 18-year-old daughter who has yet to "find herself". The daughters name is Raven, and from all I can tell, she shops, talks forever on her cell phone, and tans in the backyard as a profession. Anyway, this niece of mine is stunning. She stands 5 foot 6 and weighs, I would guess, around 125 pounds. Her hair is long and brunette, and she has the most beautiful and piercing green eyes you have ever seen. In other words, she is a knockout.
While sitting at the dinner table the first evening of our arrival, I noticed that there was a bell hanging over the front door and the back door which I thought slightly odd, so I asked why they were there. Apparently, Raven has a tendency to sleepwalk for reasons unknown. The parents did not feel it presented too much of an issue. The bells are there to alert them if Raven gets too deep into her sleep and wants to go out into the neighborhood. The worst that has ever happened was when she walked to the neighbor's house and woke up on their couch. The family has decided to just accept it.
On about the forth night of our stay, at around 3:00 in the morning, I got up to take a piss. The house was as still as a cemetery. As I turned around to leave the bathroom, I let out a little shriek as right before me was Raven. Her eyes were glassed over. She was looking right through me. Then, she turned and started for the front door. I followed her and called her name loud enough for her to hear, but no one else. She did not even break her slow stride. As she turned to reach for the door-knob, I touched her shoulder to stop her. She turned, but gave no other reaction. It was like following a mummy. I am ashamed as to where my mind went next. I looked around to see if there was anyone moving from either her parent's room or my wife's. I know my wife can sleep through a nuclear attack. I decided I would chance it with her parents.