What did he do all day? Drink beer? Sleep? He couldn't work because of his “back” injury. He was on disability, faking an injury then getting some...naïve doctor to sign off on it. That ended now.Much as I want to indulge in these incestuous desires I had for my mother, and my little sister, I wanted to make sure my father was dealt with first. I trembled with such glee as I marched up to him, staring at his face twisted in anger. Caught in the frozen moment, he almost appeared childish. Not the. Oh God. I hope the other offices are all away as well." It's worse than that," she heard. "Security patrols the building all the time, but they are extremely strict during lunch hours. Nobody is allowed to loiter in the corridor. Last month, I locked myself out, and they insisted I leave, even though they knew I was working in that office." Oh, no," she sobbed, the tears starting to form in her eyes. She clung to him, wondering what would happen."There's one possibility if you can face it, and. Ok this had gone on long enough. I spun round on the sofa to tell her to shut her mouth. But instead of words coming out my mouth just hung open like I was trying to catch flies when I saw how she was sat. Her blue denim skirt was bunched up around her waist and she was slumped back in the chair with a leg over each arm. My gaze was transfixed on the white triangle of cloth covering her mound."I knew it was the white ones you liked the best. Do you recognize them brother dear? They are the ones. Emma stood and slid her knickers down her thighs, her lace topped black hold ups clearly visible to both of the men.She leant across the table and spread her legs anticipating Marcus’s entry into her now slightly moist cunt. Marcus dropped his trousers, revealing his tumescent prick sticking out perversely in front of him; he quickly rolled a condom down his cock and shuffled toward Emma his trousers hindering his movements. Abruptly, just as his cock was within centimetres of Emma’s cunt he.