What Does the Bible Really Teach? 10/04

Mom found out... Sunday the 10th of July 1977 (17.09 / 15.02). For the purposes of this Regulation, the following definitions shall apply: Her mother opened the door and stood on the threshold, Carla read her geography book lying on the carpet in the bedroom and didn't see the serious look she was giving her. <unk> Can I come in? <unk> Cristina's hoarse voice made Carla feel frightened. Cristina came in and sat on the uneven bed, looked around like she was looking for something. <unk> He fucks you, doesn't he? <unk> Cristina was straight to the point, it wasn't half words. Carla looked at her frightened mother not knowing who she was talking about. "Who's having sex with me, Mom?" she crossed her legs, covering up the sex that had just been treated well by her brother. Cristina watched her daughter's movements. He pulled the stool from the hairdresser and put it in front of him. Carla looked at the door as if looking for a way to escape the room just to not have that conversation with her mother. She took a deep breath, got up and sat on the bench. Cristina stared at her, trying to translate the imprint on her face. "He fucks you, doesn't he?" she asked again, feeling like hitting her daughter. <unk> Who, Mother? <unk> Carla looked down embarrassed, she had not yet thought of the possibility that, one day, her mother would find out. An uncontrolled rage erupted, and Cristina slapped her daughter in the face. <unk> What is this, mother? <unk> She cried, passing her hand over her face, which was burning with fire <unk> Why is that? The one you are talking about... <unk> She had no way of turning away or holding her mother's trembling hand and again felt her face burn <unk> Stop, little mother, stop!... <unk> Her almond-shaped eyes filled with tears. My daughter's a whore. Carla was crying softly, her body was bent and her hands were covering her head. <unk> I don't understand mother!... <unk> he sobbed convulsively <unk> Who are you talking about, for God's sake, say!... Cristina sighed, not knowing what to do. Lie down here, Carla's shaking, she was afraid of another slap. Carla got up and lay down by her mother's side and closed her legs, didn't wear any panties. <unk> Spread your legs... <unk> He grabbed his daughter's knees and forced. Carla wanted to cry even more, her dizzy eyes clouded her vision and a tight pain rose in her throat. Cristina stood between her legs and held her finger to her daughter's sketch, Carla shivered at what she was about to do and felt humiliated when her mother's laughing finger invaded her vagina. "I'm not a girl anymore, Mom, I'm not a girl anymore", he whispered and pulled Cristina's finger out of the sketch. Mother was sure of her suspicions, for she had been watching Carla's movements for days, and on several nights she had heard distinctive noises coming from the children's room. <unk> There's no point in denying it, my daughter <unk> She approached Carla and hugged her <unk> I'm sure you guys are fucked... Who are you talking about, Mother? Cristina wiped her finger on the hem of her skirt and began to walk around the room, Carla lay cross-legged, crying softly with her face covered by her outstretched hands. <unk> Since when? <unk> He stopped and looked at his daughter <unk> How long have you been climbing? <unk> He paused <unk> And don't tell me you don't know who Junior is... Carla shuddered, that scene had already been in her head for many, many nights. They both knew they wouldn't be able to hide the relationship forever, but the irresponsibility of their age didn't let them take too seriously a possible reaction from their mother. <unk> Shut up, mother! <unk> He took a painful breath - We are brothers, remember? <unk> He raised his chest, supporting his body on his elbows <unk> The lady is being unfair to his brother, to me... <unk> He didn't have the courage to look at his mother's face <unk> Paulo never... <unk> Don't come at me with that chant that I wasn't born today... <unk> pointed the finger at the daughter <unk> You know that I know... Carla shrunk in fear of her mother slapping her again. <unk> I'm not a girl anymore... <unk> sat on the bed and stared at his mother <unk> But it wasn't erle... Cristina stared at her daughter. She knew they were having sex, but she couldn't say. She'd never catch them in the act. <unk> You're only thirteen years old daughter... <unk> he put his hand on your head arranging your blond and smooth hair <unk> You're still a child... Look my daughter... I don't want to take this case further, but if necessary I'll take you to the Forensic Medical Institute to do a DNA test and... <unk> he sighed deeply <unk> And if what I suspect is true... And if it's true, what are you going to do, throw Junior out of the house? Cristina was depressed and nervous and depressed, and she sat on the beach bed for her daughter, and it all seemed like a bad dream, and it was hard to believe that her children were having sex. <unk> No Carla... I'm not going to expel neither Junior nor you... <unk> turned the body and looked at the daughter <unk> So it's true... you two... <unk> stopped, couldn't complete the sentence. Carla sobbed and took a deep breath. It's true, mother... she put her head in her hands... it's true... we love each other... Cristina shook her head in resignation. "You're two irresponsible lunatics", he whispered, "Oh, my God, oh, my God, you know what this is, Carla. Carla was crying softly. <unk> Incest... <unk> The voice was thin and almost unintelligible. Cristina took a deep breath. <unk> It's... you know what it is... but... <unk> he got up, turned the bed around and sat on the bench in front of his daughter <unk> since when, heim! since when do you climb? he was the first... was he the one who took your virginity? He's the only one, I have no one but him. When was that? <unk> Last year at my birthday party... When? <unk> The year before... Did he force you? No, I was the one who wanted...