The family curse

The morning of your 18th birthday you wake up feeling like you're on fire. You're burning up, every nerve ending awake as even the sheets on your bed feel like . You throw them off in a dazed kind of panic, your t-shirt and pj bottoms quickly following as you writhe in desperation at this feeling you can't place.

As you desperately try to understand what's happening, you find yourself instinctively opening your legs. The fire starts down there - a place a good Catholic girl like you has never even thought about, but which is now screaming for attention. You don't know what you need, but whatever it is you know you need it right now.

Your body twists almost of its own volition and you find yourself face down on your bed, the sensation of the bed sheets brushing your nipples unexpectedly ripping a moan from you. It burns, but you can tell this is the burn you need. Instinctively your hips snap into the mattress, but it's not enough so you blindly grab a pillow and shove it under you, right between your open legs where the burn begins.

It's too much and too little all at once - you distantly hear yourself brokenly moan again as you chase the friction, grinding and humping the pillow like you're possessed. You can feel the fire building inside you as you rub yourself more desperately, your moans getting louder and louder as you build towards something you don't understand but know you need. Your hands move down instinctively to brush your nipples, and suddenly you let out a sob as the fire inside you bursts and your body convulses, bloody roaring in your ears as you black out.

You come to some time later, covered by a blanket, with both your parents looking down at you somberly.