Swapping Party

"I can add to this," you say to yourself, having picked up what was going on from the titles. You find a blank journal and decide to leave your dad a present, let him know that you've seen his full perverted self.

Swapping Party, you carefully letter the front cover.

You sit down in the chair, take a deep breath, and begin to write:

It was a strange box, almost round really, with a small opaque center: almost like a magic eight ball. The bottom of the box said "swap party, be careful once started it cannot stop." Which was of course ridiculous, so I had to take it home and try it out.

My grandma lives at home with me, my father's mother, who had him when she was young, so she's still quite attractive. Mom is attractive as well, and I must admit I've beat one off thinking about fucking her. Of course there is also my dad and sister, as well.

It was my dad who came in and found me holding the box. He held out his hand and I let him inspect it. He turned it over.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Some kind of game," I said.

"Maybe it's fun," he said. "Let's play." He passed it back to me.

At that the box shimmered, while we were both touching it. "The first swap," the box said in shimmering letters. "Has been made."

"What's that mean?" dad asked.