He shook his head. 'I thought I would be, but I'm not. Look at them. Are they sorry? Do they feel guilty?'
Alan and Connie were fucking now, her legs up in the air as her man worked in and out of her juicy hot snatch. I knew what he was getting into, and I licked my lips, remembering the taste of her pussy.
David and Dierdre were still at it, but time was growing short for them. Even as I turned to watch them, David made a throaty groan and banged hard against his sister's ass. She flopped like a dying fish beneath him, screeching as the fire spread from her asshole to her cunt.
'No, Daddy, I don't think they have anything to feel guilty or sorry about. And neither do we. Right?'
'Right, Barbie-doll,' he said, squeezing my tit. I snuggled against him and let my hand fall into his lap. How soon, I wondered could he get hard again and remind me that I had at last found a father, and a family.
