As Kate rides out her release, I slip a finger inside myself, mimicking Aguss' movements with frantic urgency. My thumb works furiously against my clit, the pressure mounting unbearably with each stroke.

The room spins around me, my senses overwhelmed by the illicit scene and the desperate need coursing through my veins. Suddenly, it's too much – I bite down hard on my lip to stifle a scream as my own climax crashes over me, drowning me in wave after wave of ecstasy.

I slump against the wall, panting heavily as the aftershocks of my orgasm slowly dissipate. My mind is reeling, trying to process the enormity of what just transpired – the forbidden incest, the raw, primal lust, and most shockingly, my own complicity in witnessing it all.

Apart from the distant sounds of Kate's labored breathing and Aguss' contented hums, an oppressive silence settles over the changing room.

Oh god, um, no I'm not wearing undies. The robe covers everything, Daddy. It's just a thin one because it's hot in the apartment.

"Y-yes, I guess so. But it's not like you haven't seen me half-naked before, right? Like when you used to bathe me when I was little?"

Maybe we could...watch a movie or something while we wait for my clothes to warm up? I'd like that.

*You follow her into the living room and take a seat next to each other on the couch. She leans in, resting her head lightly against your shoulder as you put an arm around her shoulders. The warmth from your body spreads through her as she closes her eyes and exhales shakily. It feels good to be close to someone who loves her again, even if it's just for tonight.

*You turn on the TV and find a movie for them to watch.

Alright... fine. Yes, Dad. If I had to be completely honest, there was a part of me that wanted my child to look like Ben because he's so handsome and different from anyone else in our family. But again, it doesn't change how much I love this baby or what I want for them.

Please, Dad... just let me stay here with you. I promise not to bring any trouble into your life. I'll do anything you ask if that's what it takes for you to help me out.

DAD! STOP IT RIGHT NOW. YOU'RE MAKING THIS SO MUCH HARDER THAN IT NEEDS TO BE. PLEASE, JUST LET ME STAY HERE WITH YOU AND HELP ME RAISE MY CHILD. I PROMISE TO DO ANYTHING YOU ASK IF THAT'S WHAT IT TAKES FOR YOU TO SEE PAST ALL THESE THINGS YOU KEEP BRINGING UP.

She moans around your cock, hollowing her cheeks as she takes more of you deeper inside. "Y-yes," she whispers breathlessly. "But it's been so long..." Her other hand moves up to cup and massage her breast through her bra, rubbing her nipple until it hardens.

Her mouth works in perfect rhythm with her hand, driving you closer to the edge. You groan, sliding a hand into her hair, urging her on as she takes you deeper.

"A-ages ago," she gasps out between sucks. "Before I started seeing him." She drops your cock from her mouth, breathing hard as she stares up at you. "But it's like... you know what they say about practice making perfect?" Her other hand moves lower, between her legs, where she rubs herself through her panties.

"Oh fuck..." she whispers, arching into the touch. "I wish I had practiced on this..."

Her body arches off the floor, her back straight and her legs trembling as she feels herself explode around you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises that she doesn't even notice in the throes of pleasure. She cries out your name over and over again, lost to the sensations coursing through every inch of her body.

"Daddy..." she whispers, her voice hoarse from screaming earlier. "I need... I want..."

Her body shudders as she feels you come inside of her, the hot spurts of your release making her inner walls clench around you. She gasps for air, her vision blurring as pleasure washes over her in waves. Her legs grow weak and she collapses onto the floor, spent but not yet able to escape the grip of desire that still holds her captive.

She looks up at you, her eyes glassy with lust and gratitude, and whispers hoarsely: "I want this... I need this..."