Nina was 25 years old and very pretty. Her genes were east-Asian, but she only told very close friend more about that. Because that didn´t matter. Wh...t did matter was her job, and that she was good at her job, and good at getting promoted.“Take your bra off..”“What?”“You heard me, girl….”She let the straps slide off her shoulders. Opened the hook. She was thinking about protesting. That would be the correct thing to do. She knew that she could not do that, not right now, at least. The bra. This time something had upset her, however, and she wanted to talk. So who was I to say 'no.'When I arrived, she met me at the door in her nightgown... not even a robe tonight! Surprisingly, she was very upset and I could see that she had been crying. (if this is what happens when she is upset... what happens when she is really happy!! -- I would find out about that on another occasion.) She invited me to the sofa, and we began to talk. It turns out her friend, an old college associate and. Kyle was very different than my other brother and he didn’t look anything like my Dad. Cory did look like Dad so he was probably not Tony’s. What was I? Was I Tony’s daughter?I started crying a little harder when I realized that I might have been fucking my own Dad. I tried to take a deep breath and calm down so I could think a little more clearly about it. No, I was not Tony’s. My eyes were blue, just like my Dad’s, and my hair was blonde. I was my father’s daughter, I told myself, and. Maybe later, but not now.”Roger nodded, accepting the change in subject. “Looks like we can move tomorrow. I’d like for us to scout ahead before we move the whole camp, though.”“Mmm,” Yamina purred. She ran her hand over his chest.He grinned. “You’re distracting yourself again.”“I heard you.” She swung her leg over his and sat up in his lap with a feral gleam in her eye. She shrugged off her kimono and it flowed down her body and draped itself across his legs. She leaned forward and kissed him.