In al fairness to my parents, I suppose we’d avoided it until now more because there was no reason to discuss it than making a conscious decision. ...hus all I‘d ever heard about incest until now was from the news when some perverted father would rape or abuse his daughter. In truth, I had no idea how my parents felt about the subject. Was it something they’d avoided because they didn't believe in it? Would they be upset if they knew how I had been feeling lately?Regardless of my fears and. Finally I got to the door."Hello there!" A large, burly man stood in the doorway. "My name's Jim. I'm here to replace your box!"Uhhh..." I stammered."May I come in?" he asked."Oh, sure," I opened the door."Yup, you'll be seeing me about every other week or so, sometimes more frequently, sometimes less ... depending."He walked across the bedroom and into the bathroom, as I trailed helplessly behind. I blushed, realizing that the bedroom reeked of female sexual discharge. It had been a long. .. here. Uh, Heather, you said I could finger your pussy whenever I wanted to. I'd like to do it now. No one's looking. May I, please?" I said just do it. If you're going to ask permission, fuck you. You lose. Bye."Heather smiled after closing the door on Harold, but lost the smile when she saw Sarah's handbag on the dining table. Normally, she'd be thrilled to see Sarah, but her presence meant there'd be no surprise lewdness, no fucking, no dogs, no lesbians, nothing.Heather knew the painters. Then I pushed my face into his chest and kissed him. I slid out from under him, turned onto my hands and knees to stand up and felt his big tongue sliding up my pussy and ass. I stopped, enjoying the feeling, and looked over my shoulder at him with a huge smile. I’m tempted to stay right here and just enjoy that, but I have some business to take care of. I stood and stretched. The sun bright but not yet showing over the cliffs. The lagoon beach wouldn’t see direct sun until about 10:00 - 11:00..