It was plain to see where she got her looks and slutty style. Aunt Janis (Missy’s Mom) wore a short denim skirt and white tank top that was so old a...d threadbare, you could see her nipples plainly.“Hey boys,” she said as she sat across from us, “having fun?”She was nursing a serious hangover. We answered her but all she heard was blah, blah, blah. As she sat down I couldn’t help but stare at her nipples straining against the fabric of her tank top. She reached for the salt shaker and caught me. Good god they were giggling like a bunch of idiots in love.“So,” she said once they got their bearings, “guide me.”“Daaaaaaamn.” Her voice echoed down the hallway, and came back to her as a ghostly thing, drowned in the sound of old rocks and cold metal bars. It really was a dungeon, the sort of dungeon they had over a hundred years ago, the sort with old light bulbs hanging from dusty old cables from cracked concrete ceilings. “Must have built this during World War One?”“Yeah. Earlier even,. ”“Fine, can I wash Dad in the shower?”June gasped. “Ooh, ooh, can I, too?”“No,” my wife said. “I know what will happen in there. You two girls cannot be trusted around your father.”“Yeah, look at the little munchkin. Just riding Dad’s cock while I was trying to sleep,” Dusk said.“Oh, no, did I wake you?” June asked. “I tried to be quiet.”“The bed was rocking.” Dusk sat up. Her round breasts, the largest in the family and clearly inherited from my genes and not my wife’s, swayed. “Fine, let’s go. I was gentle with her and kept my hand away from the bruising that had risen on her face. Eventually things warmed up enough for me to push off the skin and move on to other things. After a little teasing of her nipples and fingering of her slit, I kissed my way down between her parted legs. My first lap took Kola by surprise and she asked me what I thought I was doing. I just chuckled in response and told her to relax and she would find out very soon. I could see her looking at me uncertainly.