I turned toward her on my side so that the slightest movement would wake me up. She was lying on her back, breathing heavily, probably due to the frus...ration of being interrupted in the middle of getting fucked.I lay there quietly, replaying the scene over and over. Had I overreacted? She's an adult, yes. But what the hell was she wearing that for? My imagination drifted to her lace getup as she lay with her legs open with Tom between. As I thought about Tom pushing himself into my daughter, I. Someone caring for her and taking care of every whim and desire. Not because they wanted something, but because they truly cared.Diane stared at the girl, keeping her secure to her inky chest. Wings crossed behind the girl’s back, emitting a heat that trapped the girl in a haze. Eyeshadow and makeup blurred down her cheeks, though her eyes gave the message of sleep and peace. In another short moment, her eyes closed completely, lost in Diane’s bosom. Diane released her wings from the girl to. Once I knew he was paying attention - out of the corner of his eye - I closed my legs, releasing the tension on the elastic.The panties came down my legs on their own. When they hit my feet, I slipped one foot out and used the other to toss them over his head so they landed on top of the pile of receipts.He looked at them, then up at me and then went back to work, eventually moving the underwear aside so he could continue with the receipts.He tried to look up my skirt but couldn't really see. ”“Would you tell me why you won’t tell me what you talked about?”“No.”“Would you tell me ... I paused. I’d mentally run this conversation a thousand times over the last few days, but I guess I’d been more optimistic when it was in my head. I hadn’t expected to hit nothing but a billion consecutive dead ends.Sitting there, staring at my sister in silence, I made a decision. This session wasn’t going to end without me moving forward. Sure, I’d taken a step back - now it was time for two steps.