Daddy moved one hand down to the hem of my skirt, lifted it to be above my hips, exposing my thin white panties. He felt the front of my crotch. “...m, are you happy to see me, honey?” he whispered in my ear.“Mm, I love how you get me wet. I love walking in to see you jerking off or to see you fucking my mom. I like how you come into my room late at night to cuddle next to me, especially after you fuck my mom and have her pussy juice still on you.” I said as he fingered my pussy.“Fuck, I want. It wasn't beer."Well, kind-of," I said. Though I don't drink, I didn't want to seem like a prude, so I took a sip. "He didn't really tell me his name." Oh," she said, slurring her speech, which told me she was already drunk. "Well, James, this is my s*s Stacy. And Stacy, this is James."He smiled, looking down at me and began, "Nice to me...' Then a new song started on the boombox and my sister let out a big yell. "WHOOOOOO!" And she stumbled out into the dancing crowd. I don't think James even. I said this to aunty. We both looked at eachother and our facial expressions were almost like shit !!!! Now what? We had thought about humping each other the whole day till we almost faint, and now , my mom may reach home any moment. Without saying a single word, we both plunged our tongues in to each others mouths and hungrily kissed each other. She grabbed my hair and kissed me brutally. I too kissed her back passionately. Then she broke the kiss and started removing my t-shirt hurrily. The Betancouths were quite proud, especially her father, the Honorable Judge Geoffrey Betancouth, and Richard had often felt inferior to them. She crept down a short corridor that led into the ballroom. The ballroom, normally dimly lit by lamps, was now buzzing with light. Richard was no longer on the piano. The music now came from an enormous gramophone in the sitting area. Laughter and animated chatter floated through the house. Someone called out to Richard. A man, a voice she recognized as.