I keep coming back to these short stories even though I know exactly what I'm getting. The whole thing is a collection of kinetic incest tales, no choices, no branching paths, just you clicking through text while the scenes play out. That sounds like a complaint but it's honestly why I'm here. Sometimes I don't want to manage affection meters or worry about which dialogue option locks me out of the good ending. I just want the thing to happen.

The writing is weirdly inconsistent. One story will have this almost poetic way of describing the tension between two siblings, the weight of their shared history, the way they avoid eye contact at the dinner table. Then the next story reads like someone typed it one handed while the other hand was busy, if you catch my meaning. The descriptions get repetitive. The same phrases pop up across different scenarios. "Hesitant touch" appears like five times across three stories, I counted. Why do I notice these things. The character models have that unpolished look where sometimes a hand clips through a thigh and nobody bothered to fix it. The facial expressions are limited to like three states. Dead stare, mild surprise, and what I guess is supposed to be arousal but looks more like indigestion.

But there's this one story about a brother coming home from college that actually made me pause. The way it captures that awkwardness of returning to a childhood home, the rooms feeling smaller, the family dynamic shifted. It spends way too long describing the kitchen, the specific brand of cereal in the cupboard, the way the light hits the table at breakfast. Completely mundane stuff before anything happens. I wish more of the stories had that patience. Most of them rush to the explicit content like they're afraid you'll close the tab. The taboo elements are front and center, no attempt at subtlety, which I guess is the point. The one handed read of the year, that's what the description says. Accurate, I suppose, though my hand was mostly clicking. The societal norms part makes me laugh though. Nobody's confronting anything, we're all just here for the scenes. Let's be real. The morality exploration is about as deep as a puddle. But that kitchen scene stuck with me. The cereal brand. I don't know why.