Quinn, Male, 41

	- Narrator, project manager, father of Tera

	- 6'0, beige skin, 190lbs, wavy blonde-brown hair a few inches long

Tera, Female, 15

	- High School Freshman, daughter of Quinn

	- 5'7, pale-beige skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length bright copper-red hair

Candice, Female, late-40s-to-early-50s

	- Woman at bar, mother of Gemma

	- 5'7, pale white skin, 135lbs, shoulder-length light-brown hair

Gemma, Female, mid-20s

	- Woman at bar, daughter of Candice

	- 5'9, pale white skin, 125lbs, short semi-curly light-brown hair

Days 1.070-1.101

I think the next couple of weeks stuck in the loop were some of the very hardest. I'd tried so hard to run from my desires for Tera that I'd become someone very different sexually during my night with Starla. I didn't like myself for it. It wasn't that I felt the rough sex we'd had was wrong in any way. Starla had loved it, and in the moment, I had too.

What I didn't like was how it made me feel. I didn't like dominating her that way. I hated that I sought to bring degradation to her, to make her experience humiliation. Even if that's not how Starla experienced those hours in the hotel room, it was my intent. Though I was honest in telling her I'd have never done any of it if she hadn't been willing and wanting, I hated the way I'd become, to my mind, a predator in those moments. I sought her out to dominate her, to control her, to use her body for my own enjoyment. I'd made her cum, sure, but that was for my own pleasure, not hers.

And I'd been honest with myself and with Tera that I didn't want to do with my daughter what I'd done with Starla. Just the opposite. I wanted Tera to experience pleasure that was soft, loving, gentle, especially her earliest moments with a lover. Later, if her sexual exploration took her to ropes and piss and letting a guy stick a dick in her ass and then her mouth, that would be her choice. But when I imagined myself with her, how her first penetration might go, it was the opposite of all that.

The whole time loop had been a roller coaster of highs and lows. Some moments, like the first time I fucked Bobbi, or the moments with Tera's friend Abby, or being with Kacy, were wonderful and made me feel great, even with the concerns about the ages of the latter two. They'd been sweet and kind and something I could never have experienced without being stuck.

But then there were the nights with Starla, and the dirty anger fuck I'd had with Shawna. I couldn't forget how I'd been an asshole to Shelly, or how I knew I'd crossed a serious line with the young girls Heather and Jacey. Even if those transgressions never lasted to the next day, they stayed with me, and over time, over those long weeks, it began to weigh on me and add up to making me dislike the man who woke up each morning.

The first morning after Starla, I thought to spend a night with Abby again, Tera's beautiful sixteen-year old friend drawing me easily into conversation as I dropped my daughter off at the dance. Just before I accepted her invitation, an intense memory flashed into my head. I could feel once more Jacey's bald, slick seven-year old pussy on my tongue, I could taste her clean, sweet flesh, her quivering thighs. My cock sprang up at the thought of tasting the girl again, and I declined Abby, jumping into my car and heading to the spot I knew I'd eventually run into Kylie to set up my pursuit of a desire to do more than taste Jacey's immature genitals.

I saw Kylie heading into the store some time later, and I started to plan how to stop Kylie from preventing me from getting what I desired so strongly. I considered how I might tie her up, or knock out the babysitter, or drug her. I raced to find a way to keep Kylie from meddling in my rape of the young girls.

Rape.

That word horrified me. There was no doubt that is what it would be. Perhaps I could convince myself that twelve-year old Kacy could consent, that it was possible that she understood what we were doing. But there was no doubt that a seven-year old and her five-year old sister could never consent. Even if they didn't scream, or didn't resist, it would be rape, and I hated myself for even considering it, or for considering how I could keep Kylie from protecting them from it.

I didn't get out of my car when I saw Kylie return. I almost did. Almost. But if I didn't like myself after what I'd been in my night with Starla, I understood that I'd hate myself fully if I went through with the dark plots bubbling in my head. I sat, unmoving, long after Kylie drove off.

For two weeks or so, I stewed and grew weary of the guilt and doubt and the horrifying thoughts which I'd only just kept from becoming manifest. I barely managed to slash Curt's tires and get my daughter off to the dance each night. I drank a lot, often passing out on the couch, choosing not to engage with my dark thoughts or the rest of the world. I hated that Tera found me unconscious each night after coming back from her dance, though I was never awake to actually see her reaction.

I didn't seek out partners or sex of any kind during that period, my sex drive non-existent. I felt darkness descending on me in a way I'd never felt. Perhaps the rush of so many sexual experiences after such a long time without, as well as the nature of those relationships, had damaged me, broken me, made me less of a man than I had been celibate and content to keep my sexual urges, including those for my daughter, in check. I had started to believe my desires were more important than those I harmed, those I might have harmed even worse. After that realization, I began to think I'd never desire sex again.

The third week after Starla, I began to turn a corner. It was gradual, to be sure, but I felt it. I had some distance from those events. Not enough to forgive and forget, but I was further from those intense moments and better able to reconsider my worth as a man and as a father.

I'd not made any attempts to be with Tera in weeks, and I think that, too, contributed to my growing sense of wellness. I'd become so obsessed with my daughter that I'd let it scramble my morals and my decision making. I'm not blaming her. No way. I blame myself wholly. And, I realized, I had to give myself some credit for being able to resist my urges and begin, once more, to see Tera as my daughter, and not as a sexual conquest. The fantasy of being with Jacey again had been strong, and even after turning my corner, I knew I'd probably never fully lose the desire for her little taboo genitals. It wasn't easy to overcome all this, but I did so with great pain and reflection. Towards the end of one month of celibacy, I had started masturbating again. Thoughts of Tera's coppery-orange pubes, the scent of her flesh, added urgency to my orgasms even as I tried hard not to recover those longings.

I started going to the soup kitchen again, and I think that helped, too. At first, I wasn't engaging anyone, and largely ignoring that Becky and Juliet had been my lovers. I even stuck around late to help clean up. Little-by-little, it added back small parts of my self-control and self-esteem.

One night, I decided that I felt strong enough to go have a drink somewhere I didn't intend to black out. Instead of Champions, I picked a bar downtown called Monk's, a small hole-in-the-wall pub tucked in between an office for a tax attorney and a local package delivery company.

A handful of people were inside, all eight of them seated at the bar running down the left side of the room. I took a seat near the back, a couple of seats from any of the other patrons.

The bartender headed my way, a tall, dark-haired man who looked like he'd not slept in days. “Drink?” he asked, slapping a cocktail napkin onto the bar.

“Vodka tonic,” I replied.

He nodded slowly and walked off to prepare my beverage.

- - -

At one point that evening, the other people at the bar, a mix of middle-aged white men and women, were all watching the one television in the place, the unit mounted high up the wall over the back of the bar. On the screen, they were showing a lottery drawing.

It was the Powerball being drawn, and I watched as one number after another was discharged from the spinning globe. One-by-one, the patrons at the bar turned away, and I assumed that was the point at which each had discovered they had not won it all this time. I chuckled to myself that no one could really expect to be the person holding all the right numbers, yet, even so, each of those who watched appeared disappointed.

“What was the jackpot?” I asked Lonnie, the bartender.

“Seven-hundred million or so.”

“Jesus. That much money, you could do anything you ever wanted,” I replied.

Lonnie just nodded and walked off.

- - -

Day 1.102

I could still remember the lottery numbers when I woke the next day, and I felt an amusement growing inside me. It might be fun to be the person to win the lottery. I knew I'd never get to keep the money, the win was meaningless when I'd wake up the next day, but I wondered how those disappointed people at the bar might react if they'd not only lost but someone else in the bar had not. I decided to find out.

I was able to get ahead of schedule a bit, slashing Curt's tires a few minutes early without anyone catching me, so I used that time to hit the convenience store not far from my home. I bought one ticket to the Powerball drawing for that evening, purchasing the numbers I'd recalled from the night before. Ticket in my pocket, I headed back to Monk's.

- - -

I had chosen to sit more centrally this time. I wanted it to be obvious to everyone that I'd won. As the drawing came on screen, I, like many of the others, pulled my ticket out of my pocket and rested it in front of me on the bar.

As the numbers rolled out, in the same order and same speed as they had the previous night, the other patrons again looked away. In the pause before they read the powerball number, I told the bartender Lonnie that I'd matched all the numbers so far.

“What you say?” He asked me, only somewhat listening.

“I've matched them all so far...”

“Seriously?” Lonnie's attention was suddenly on me.

“Yep, check it,” I said, holding them up for him to see.

He glanced back and forth between the screen and my ticket.

“Holy shit, folks!” Lonnie exclaimed loudly, “this guy's got all five! Just needs the powerball!”

I heard exclamations, and two women jumped over to me to look at my ticket.

“He does!” one of them shouted. “Come on, powerball!”

We all stared at the screen. I felt excitement, knowing the final number would be the exact one on my ticket. The others, though, had no idea that I already knew what would roll out of the cage.

“Ten. The powerball number is Ten,” the woman announcing the results said with a smile.

The bar exploded in cheers. I felt hands slapping my shoulder and my back. Someone hugged me. I heard cries of “Oh my god!” and “Holy shit!” and “This can't be real!” There was cheerful excitement all around me.

I hadn't expected that. Not at all. After I'd seen the way each person had been disappointed not to win anything, I assumed they'd be even more frustrated when someone did win right next to them. I supposed people would scowl and grumble about me. I don't know why that's the reaction I thought would greet me when I'd won the drawing, but the cheers and joyous laughter were a welcome surprise.

I bought everyone's drinks the rest of the night, and tipped Lonnie the remainder of the cash in my pocket. By the time I caught a cab home, leaving my car in the parking lot, it was after one in the morning.

Tera was home, waiting in the kitchen in her nightshirt. “There you are!” she said as I closed the front door behind me. “Was wondering where you were tonight.”

“Hey, sorry, Sweetie. Was out at the bar.”

“Champions?” she asked.

“Not tonight. Monk's.”

She shrugged, “Don't know that one. Have fun?”

“Yeah... in fact,” I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out the lottery ticket. “I won it all.”

“What's that?” Tera said, nodding towards the ticket.

“Powerball.”

“Powerball? Like...” Tera narrowed her eyes, “you won? How much?”

“Seven-hundred million was the jackpot... no idea how much is mine.”

“Like... you won the jackpot, Dad? You can't be serious!” Tera rushed up and was close to me, eyes wide. I could smell the florally conditioner in her hair.

“I am serious. We watched the drawing at the bar. They all matched. We're rich.” I knew it wasn't strictly true since the day would restart in just a few hours, but for the moment, the excitement on Tera's face was worth bending the full truth.

“Dad! You can retire!” she said, wrapping her arms around me, pressing her soft young breasts against me. My cock responded automatically. “And I can quit school!”

“That's not happening. The quitting school part, I mean.”

“But we'll be rich!” she said, pleading.

“Yes, but school matters too much to quit. I promise you'll thank me later.”

By now, my penis was fully hard and pressing out my slacks. I knew Tera was aware of it even as she hugged me tightly and didn't let go.

“I'll convince you...” she said with some measure of self-assurance in her tone, “when do you get the money?”

“No idea. I have to contact them or something. I'll worry about that... tomorrow... Probably should just go get some sleep.”

“Sleep? How can you sleep after this?” Tera pleaded with me with her beautiful green eyes, “I mean... You're rich now... you can do anything you want...”

Based on conversations we'd had on other nights, I knew that her words had a deeper meaning. I didn't tell her that what I really wanted was to carry my daughter up to my bed and fill her virgin pussy with my cum.

“Yeah, I know.” I changed the subject. “How was the dance?”

“Good. I had fun.” She pulled back from her hug just slightly, enough to glance down quickly to see her hard little nipples pressing out her nightshirt. “I think Abby has a crush on you. She kept asking questions about you.”

I smiled, remembering the nights I'd spent with Abigail, the soft teen a reasonable substitute for the desires I had for Tera, but I knew she could never compare to the way my daughter turned me on. “She's a nice girl. Maybe when she turns eighteen, I'll date her.”

“Hey!” Tera said, pulling away, “Not happening. She's too young for you, Dad.”

I shrugged, “says who?”

“Me!” my daughter exclaimed.

“I dunno,” I responded, “maybe a young woman would be good for me.”

Tera eyed me a moment, then looked away, saying “you could use a girlfriend, and I guess a young one is okay... but... not her.”

“Have someone else in mind?” I knew I was walking a very fine line.

She shrugged, “just not her...”

“Well, she's the only young woman I know besides you...”

“I like you...” she said quietly, still looking away.

“I know,” I replied, no longer being humorous. “I feel the same way, Tera...”

She blinked a few times and looked nervously at my face.

We just stared at each other for a moment, neither of us willing to voice the thought we both knew would change our relationship. For her, it would be the first time, as it always was, and thus harder to voice. For me, it had happened many times, and it was hard to resist saying more.

“Think I'll head to bed, Dad... uh... Can't believe you won the lottery!” She hugged me and kissed my cheek. I held her tight and kissed her cheek in return. I lingered a moment and squeezed her, her arms tightening in reply. I soaked in my daughter's warmth, her love, and then let her go. I smiled as I saw Tera ascend the stairs, pretending I could get a glimpse of her lovely bright pubes in the darkness.

- - -

I had enjoyed the night before so much, I did it again, purchasing the winning numbers then settling in at Monk's for a celebratory night. When the numbers were drawn and I had again won, I let the cheerful patrons congratulate me and toast to my luck as they had before.

This time, though, I engaged with those around me instead of just absorbing the congratulations as I had previously. A woman caught my eye and I returned her smile. “I'm Quinn,” I offered, “drinks are on me tonight.” I guessed her to be in her late forties or early fifties. She had straight light-brown hair over her shoulders, thin but nice, mature curves. Her breasts were large under her blouse, and her hips, held snuggly under a short black skirt, suggested she had had children.

“So I heard, already on my third!” She told me. “I'm Candice. This is my daughter Gemma.”

A young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties, stepped to her side and shook my hand. Gemma looked a lot like her mother, though her hair was cut shorter and had wavy-curls in the light-brown locks. “You are so lucky!” Gemma told me.

“So it seems,” I replied. “What are you drinking?”

“Whatever you're buying, I suppose! Surprise me.” She looked away when she caught me momentarily glancing down her body. The young woman was lithe, her light-blue blouse see-through, and I could easily observe the white bra she wore underneath. Her hips were thin and packed tightly into her blue jeans. Both mother and daughter looked absolutely delicious to me in that moment.

I ordered her a whiskey sour, and got one for myself. Together with her mother, we clicked glasses and toasted my good fortune once more.

“Join me!” I said, pointing to the empty stools to my right.

They sat down and we started to talk about how I'd spend the money. It was fun to dream, even as I knew it wouldn't come to fruition. I told them I'd quit my job and travel the world with my daughter. Despite what I'd told Tera, I'd certainly pull her from the public school she attended and look to alternative options so that we could, indeed, travel together.

“That would be so much fun,” Candice said, “I've always wanted to do that with Gemma.”

I noticed the mother wore no ring, and neither did her daughter. “Just the two of you?”

Candice nodded, “has been for a long time. We're better for it...”

I caught an odd look which passed between mother and daughter, but it was gone too quickly to do more than notice.

“Well,” I said, “Maybe you two would like to come with us sometime? I mean... I'm rich, it seems.”

Candice laughed, “I think we'd love that.” I noticed that the woman was clearly showing me signs that she was interested in me. The way her eyes stared into mine too long, how she tossed her hair aside to show her face, the manner in which she leaned into me to listen. Gemma, too, was indicating an interest, and for a while I was uncertain what to do. It had been weeks since I'd been with a woman, and it caused me to hesitate.

We were all pretty drunk by the time Candice pretended to look through her purse. I knew the way she leaned back and spread her legs slightly was her real intent. I couldn't miss that she was showing me her pink panties. I caught Gemma glancing down towards her mother's lap, and I wondered if what I saw there was excitement or embarrassment.

Another round of drinks had Gemma leaning into me when her mother went to the bathroom. She didn't say anything before she pressed her lips to mine and opened her mouth for a wet kiss. It wasn't much of a surprise, she'd been looking at me like a piece of meat for almost an hour at that point. Despite being in public, I didn't resist the urge to feel the young woman's small breasts through her blouse. The soft mounds were held in a thin bra under her shirt, but they were warm and pliable, and Gemma moaned quietly as we kissed.

“Room for one more?” Candice had returned before I knew it, the woman leaned in close to where her daughter was slowly pulling back from me.

I nodded and the woman brought herself to me, kissing me deeply, and my hands soon found her larger breasts, caressing them openly.

She pulled back, and I could tell she was drunk. Only for a moment did I question whether I should let things go where they were clearly heading. “So,” Candice said, swallowing the remainder of her drink, “I think the three of us should go somewhere else.”

Gemma was watching me with a look of uncertainty on her face.

“Three of us...”

Candice laughed, “we share...”

Gemma was blushing and looking away. I had to know if this was something she wanted to do. “Gemma? Would you like this?”

She grinned shyly, nodding, “yeah...”

“My place?” I asked them, slapping most of my cash on the bar, more than enough to pay for the bill and a hefty tip for Lonnie.

Candice purred her reply, her hand already stroking my thigh, Gemma's fingers on my knee.

“Lonnie, call me a cab?” There was no way I was going to ruin what was going to happen by getting into a car wreck. I was drunk, nothing terrible, but not in shape to drive. It was only ten-thirty or so, and I knew Tera wouldn't be home until after one. I put my arms around the mother and daughter and together we headed out the door to await the cab.

- - -

We barely stumbled up the stairs and got to my bed before the women had pulled my clothes off my body. Candice pushed me onto my back and sank to her knees, my throbbing penis between her lips before I knew it. Gemma slid onto the bed beside me and we kissed while her mother sucked my dick. I slid Gemma's shirt off and unclasped her bra, freeing her small breasts. I kneaded them and loved the way the young woman moaned as I touched her slender body.

Gemma slid down her pants and panties, showing me her trimmed pubes. I motioned her to me and she straddled my face, pushing her musky, sweaty pussy onto my lips. I inhaled her rich aroma and slithered my tongue up and down her pungent, slippery vulva.

I hadn't noticed that Candice had stopped sucking me but I felt a weight over my hips, then slippery heat engulfed my penis. Candice buried me in her cunt and started to ride me, loud cries and moans coming from her as she picked up speed.

Gemma came on my face and didn't stop moving. I slid her forward and rimmed her anus, the young woman rocking on my lips as my tongue slipped from her asshole to her clit and back again. She came a second time while her mother fucked herself to orgasm.

Candice slid off and her daughter followed. I rose and spun them around on the bed, both women bent over the mattress, asses pushed out. I saw Candice's pussy for the first time, and it was just a larger, more mature version of the thin slit between her daughter's thighs. I sank down and lapped the woman's labia, tasting the creamy discharge directly. I moved to Gemma and licked her top to bottom, then moved back to Candice.

I slid my hard penis into the Candice's cunt, rooting quickly inside of the woman. I wasn't exactly shocked to see her and her daughter kissing while I fucked Candice. They really did share, it seemed.

I moved from Candice's body and aimed my cock at Gemma's slit. I pushed forward and sank into the tighter woman's vagina, her mother's cream making her slicker as I fucked Gemma. I soon got to a point of no return. “Can I cum in you?”

“Yes... cum in me, Quinn!” Gemma said, breathing heavily.

“Cum in my daughter... oh, yes...” Candice said, playing with her own pussy, “cum in my Gemma...”

I bellowed and erupted, ejaculating forcefully into Gemma's tight vagina. Each stroke, I shot a sticky stream of semen into her body, my sperm splashing against the daughter's cervix while her mother orgasmed inches away.

I pulled out quickly, cum still leaking from my cock. As if she'd done it a hundred times before, Gemma spun onto her back and spread her legs, her mother quickly sinking down to eat the semen from her daughter's pussy. It was an amazingly arousing moment.

I was too drunk to continue for a while, content to lean on the bed and watch Gemma and her mother keep going. After Candice ate my sperm from Gemma's vagina, they shared a long kiss, my jism leaking down their chins. Fingers were quickly between legs, and the women continued to make incestuous love together. It got my cock rising again.

They were on their sides, facing each other, and I slid behind Candice, spooning her a moment while I grew fully hard. I spit in my hand and reached between the woman's butt cheeks, spreading my saliva on her anus. She groaned and showed me she wanted me there.

I pushed my cock against her asshole and it yielded easily at first. A couple of inches in, I found her very tight, and it took a lot of extra spit and effort to push past the tight inner ring. My dick popped through finally, and Candice let out a long groan as I slid deep into her bowels. As she kissed her daughter and fingered Gemma's pussy, I stroked my penis in and out of the woman's tightest hole.

After some drunk moments, enjoying sodomizing Candice but desensitized enough to not cum, I moved to position myself behind Gemma. The young woman reached back to open her ass cheeks, and swept a finger along her backdoor indicating her readiness. I slathered her anus with saliva, and pushed my penis against her hole.

She was tighter than her mother, and it took several attempts to slide inside her ass. Slowly, though, her butthole yielded to my penetration, and moments later, the intense heat inside Gemma's rectum was burning along my dick. I held off for a long time, mostly due to the alcohol in my system. I lost count of which woman had cum how many times while I fucked their asses.

Back and forth, my increasingly soiled cock slid in mother's butt before daughter's ass and then back again. I was inside Candice's butthole when I finally spewed my seed, grunting in the woman's ear as her daughter sucked her nipples, my smaller load emptied deep in Candice's bowels.

I rested a while, my cock held snuggly in the woman's sloppy ass, the mother and daughter slowing down and no longer touching each other sexually.

“That's a first...” Candice said. “We've shared... but... not like that...”

Gemma was grinning, flushed. She seemed to have enjoyed what we'd done.

“Me as well,” I replied.

“Isn't every man's dream to fuck a mother and daughter?” Gemma asked quietly.

I didn't admit that my biggest dream was just to fuck my daughter. “Pretty much... I doubt many guys get to do it though.”

Candice purred, “seems it really is your lucky night, Quinn.”

I smiled. I noticed movement beyond the woman's body and leaned up.

We'd left the door to my bedroom ajar, and Tera was staring at us from the hall, still in her dance clothes. I felt shame to have been seen like that, knowing that my daughter had sexual thoughts about me. I should have been more careful in order to spare her that shock.

Tera turned away as I started to rise, pulling my penis from Candice's asshole. Gemma saw my daughter and tried to find her clothes too quickly, stumbling into the wall. Her mother caught her before she fell. “Guess we should get going...” Candice suggested.

“You don't have to go...” I said without much heart.

“No... we should go...” the woman replied. “I'll Uber it. Just give us a moment...”

I nodded absently, then put on my slacks, unsure if I really wanted to talk to Tera that night. It seemed like it would just be much easier to go to bed and let that moment pass into the loop. I'd enjoyed the time with Candice and Gemma. It was a shame that Tera had had to see us like that, though.

I couldn't let my daughter stew in confusion, in doubt, even if just a for a few hours, even if it would all be gone the next day. I waited for the women to dress and showed them out. I offered each a quick kiss, then closed the door behind them and went to the top of the stairs.

“Tera?” I called through her door.

There was no answer a moment.

“Sweetie?”

“What?” came her small voice.

“Can we talk?”

“About what...”

“What you saw...” I offered.

“What's to talk about, Dad? I'm not a child, I know what I saw.”

I listened a moment, then said, “I'm sorry, Tera... I should have closed the door. I'm sorry.”

She didn't reply, but the door opened slightly. My daughter looked flushed. “Who were they?”

“Women I met at the bar.”

“Oh. So, like... bar trash?” There was an edge of bitterness in her voice.

“No, no they're good people. Just a little drunk... as am I...”

She wrinkled her nose but said nothing. I wondered if she smelled the wet pussy, anal sex, and cum which was still on my flesh, barely contained by my slacks.

“Guess I needed some fun...” I offered.

She looked down at my crotch a second, then back at my face, “yeah... I suppose... it's been a long time.”

In more ways than usual, she was right. It had been weeks, though in Tera's timeline, it was years. “Yeah...”

Tera let out her breath and opened the door fully. She had changed into her nightshirt, but I knew she hadn't showered. I longed to inhale her fragrance, but resisted.

“So.. who were they?”

I didn't want to lie. “The older woman was Candice, and the younger... her daughter Gemma.”

It took a moment for the meaning to register on Tera's face. “Her... daughter?”

I nodded.

“Like... that's incest!”

“It is...”

She looked at me, puzzled. “And... you're okay with that? When did incest become okay?”

I shook my head. “I don't know... It just... happened... They both wanted it...”

Tera looked her feet, and I could tell her nipples were hard under her nightshirt. “This is... weird, Dad... she's her daughter!”

“I know... but... they're both adults, and no one's getting hurt... They're old enough to decide for themselves, and... I was just the lucky guy who they shared it with...”

“Lucky...” Tera replied, “yeah... I guess that was lucky. Getting to fuck a mother and her daughter... lucky you...”

“Tera...” I began.

“Do you think they were both 'old enough' when it started?” she asked, cutting me off.

I shook my head again. “I don't know... I didn't ask.”

“What's old enough, anyway?” she demanded. “How old is old enough, Dad? To decide incest is okay...”

“I... I don't know,” I repeated. “I guess when you're old enough to understand it, old enough to not be in a position where it can be abusive...”

“What age is that, exactly?”

“I wish I knew,” I said, inadvertently admitting a deeper concern.

“Fifteen? Is that old enough?”

I saw her staring at me and I met her gaze. I couldn't answer.

“I'm fifteen. What if I wanted incest, Dad? Am I old enough to understand?”

I knew how she really felt, and I couldn't help feeding the fantasy I'd tried to avoid. “Maybe... maybe...”

“So... if I told you I wanted to fuck you. Right now... That I wished it was me in there with you... I'd be old enough?”

My voice was small. “Yes.”

Tera stared at me a minute, and I thought she might be upset. Instead, she started to smile and blush. “Okay, just checking... I'm... I'm not saying that, just... this is our thing, right, Dad?”

“Yeah, 'our thing,'” I replied, trying to chuckle. I think she understood that I knew she had a deeper desire, and it was clear that she understood that I did as well.

Instinctively, I reached out to Tera and she moved into my arms. We shared a tight embrace and silently rocked together in the hall. I felt her yawn against my shoulder, and she planted a small kiss on my bare neck. “Well... if I ever did tell you that... I think maybe it wouldn't be a game anymore, would it?”

“No,” I responded, savoring her warmth against me, “no, it would not...”

“I'll keep that in mind...” She yawned again and I kissed her cheek. “And don't be sorry, Dad. I was just... that wasn't something I thought I'd see tonight... but... I'm happy you got 'lucky'...” Tera kissed my lips softly, then turned away. “Goodnight, Dad...”

“Goodnight, Sweetheart... I love you...”

“I love you, too...”