I put the metal tipped heel between her legs and rubbed it up and down her weeping slit. She jerked, whined. "It's cold." "I'll warm it up for you." I...pointed the tip at her asshole as slowly pushed it in. "I'll fuck you with your own fuck-me shoes, slut." She put both hands on the bed and spread her legs wider. "Yes," she muttered. "Oh, yes. Fuck your cunty whore any way you want to. I love it all. I'll do anything you want." I grabbed the other red shoe and slid the second heel in her ass. “Put your clothes on,” he orders.I’ve daydreamed long enough.My hands scurry to pull my panties up, toss my nightie on. Thankfully he’s left me the comb--one of the few luxuries I have left.He stomps into the bathroom, collecting any and all dangerous items I could possibly use to harm myself. When he comes back out, he stops for a moment to watch me untangle the knots from my hair. This tension crackles between us. It’s nothing new.I reflect on how sick I am. I get excited just by his eyes on. He felt like a jerk, real low down jerk. She was upset and would probably never want to talk to him again."What have you done Jake?" He asked himself, "You screwed everything up! You should have just come her and told Lucinda right away that you were her son, but instead you fall in love! Damnit!"Jake paced the room and looked out the streets of Vegas. He wondered where Lucinda was and if she really hated him. His eyes watered and his heart broke. He'd not only lost his mother, but his one true. Mum came home a was pleased I had done the washing for her, I thought to myself, if you only you knew dad had fucked his little girl, I sat opposite him and every now and then I saw him look up my skirt, when he did I moved my legs so he could see my pussy, I knew he would do me again you could tell by the look in his eyes. We all went to bed later than normal. About two hours after we went to bed, I thought my brother was still awake because I heard a noise in his room and I could not sleep,.