Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"You really don't know how the world works, do you?"
That was Anne's mother, Patricia, again. She was right, of course; Anne had but a feeble, limited working of this turbulent world. And, dear reader, I'm sure that you're as clueless as Anne, as the inner-workings of this reality is far more different than those on earth. But we'll get to that later.
You see, Anne and Patricia had been cooped up in a remote home, far from the rest of the world, living in almost total isolation. There were a few locals here and there, but Anne had no companionship of her own beyond her mother (which was strained as she began to mature out of her coddling). Furthermore, she barely knew that there was even a world outside of their small house. She knew of mathematics, mechanics, and some of the history behind those figures (ever hear about Grothendieck? Look him up sometime), but was never allowed a more in-depth look.
Oddly enough, to Anne, most of the figures she knew of in her studies were men, and she couldn't remember a single man she had ever met. Not even one she had seen in the store or anything - all women. This hardly bothered Anne as she was strictly into women, but it did strike her as peculiar.
Anne really didn't know what the world was like.
The quaint setup of the two women led to quarrels sometimes, but eventually it seemed as though Anne was more and more correct about their state of life as their funds and resources depleted. It was obvious that Patricia was trying to shelter her from something she perceived to be sinister, but there was little Anne could do to figure out what it was exactly. The most she understood about the world was through seeing retail workers sometimes and the occasional bio of a scientist in her textbook.
But Anne was right about their funds, their position, and the bizarre nature of her life. Eventually, due mostly to the first reason, they moved from their quiet town, with Patricia taking up one of her old jobs (that she, naturally, refused to tell Anne much about) in a big city far, far away. The two took up residence in, what Anne would learn, was an "apartment" which also had some new inventions, such as "running water." Overwhelmed by the sheer amount of new toys to play with, Anne's initial excitement rarely dissipated.
As it would turn out, the family moved during summer, and while Anne was plenty advanced in some subjects, she was woefully behind in others. Being 18, she would have to rectify these things at the local high school come August. While Patricia knew her daughter would be getting an education on the arts, she also knew that she would be educated about the whole world that was erased in their old home.
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Upon showing up to her high school for the very first time, Anne noticed that most of the girls dressed very different than her. At first she thought it was because of the weather, as it was much warmer here than in their last home, but she quickly threw that idea away as she began to really think about it. Skirts so short they barely covered half of a girl's ass, pantyhose everywhere, white see-through blouses with black bras. Everywhere she looked, she found someone new to stare at. And still, she couldn't find any men.
From what she could tell of her schedule, it was as she had expected it to be - some STEM classes early on and some literature ones later. She couldn't help but feel out of place in her baggy jeans and hoodie, while also knowing little about what any of her peers were talking about. What was all this about "fucking" and "dick" going on?
"Umm I said hi?"
After breaking out of her daydreams again (she saw a couple of busty girls making out in the hallway, who could blame her?), Anne quickly noticed the girl in front of her vying for her attention.
"Hi there," Anne responded awkwardly.
"You're new here, right?" Anne started to quickly mull over her. She stood about 5'9", tall but not too tall. She had brown hair and blue eyes, with some freckles here and there. She seemed to have nice boobs and wore a button-up with maybe two buttons actually in use, and below were the tightest yoga pants Anne had ever seen. "Y-yeah, really new," Anne again responded awkwardly.
It was at this point that Anne felt a familiar feeling: that of her dick pressing against the fabric of her jeans and panties, and her pussy starting to feel wetter and wetter. She didn't know what she was supposed to do whenever this happened, but she did enjoy it nonetheless.
"What's your name? Did you go to school around here?" mystery girl persisted.
"I'm Anne and no, I just went to school with my mom," she answered, not knowing how weird this phrasing would sound.
"Well if she's anything like you, I'd love to go to school with her too," the girl said with a brief, but playful, lip bite. Anne didn't really know what to say here, but she wanted to know what this girl was talking about - she hardly wanted to lose her first acquaintance.
"What are you talking about?"
"You're wearing too much but you've got some nice tits if you ask me, and I bet you got them from your mom" the girl responded, as bluntly as could be.
"I'm sorry, I really don't understand," Anne innocently answered. She was anxious that she would scare off the stranger, but instead the girl started to chuckle.
"Don't you know what nice tits are?" she said with a smile.
"I'm not sure what 'tits' even are," Anne responded, clearly blushing at this point.
"Oh my God, you really don't know? Like you're not just fucking with me now are you?"
