She was moaningdeep, and loud, almost incoherently saying “Oh fuck,oh fuck, oh fuck…” over and over again. Then the paceincreased and she had a ...uge, loud (and obviously thoughtshe was alone) orgasm that ended with a stunning shriek.Well, I thought, this could get old fast. But I was the newgirl so I went to my room, closed the door partway and putin my earbuds. I admit I was a little worked up listeningto Steve really pound this poor girl and I may have listenedwhile he drove her to one more. His pants are off and he is on top of me. Part of me wanted to fight him off. The other part of me really wanted to be his Christmas soloist. What could I do? “Sing for me now, Carla. Open up and sing the praises of God. Sing how much we fit together. Your tight young body sharing my cock. Do you like it, baby? Want to be my soloist this year?” I couldn’t speak. His cock felt so good and I knew that if I moved I would start to cum and cum and not stop. He was really giving it to me balls deep.. I was stunned. I had never thought that I would have to justify why incest is wrong. It just is.Brooke smiled at me. "You should see the look on your face. Dad, incest has always been wrong because of inbreeding, right?" I nodded. "Well, none of us can get pregnant. So what is the problem?" I just looked at her unable to form coherent or logical thoughts. "See?" she said. "No chance of pregnancy, it doesn't really break the taboo." Jesus, Brooke. There are some other issues. Like taking. Our relatives and friends were generally at our house but when we went to her parents, Wendy cooked there too as their kitchen was so similar to ours. We went to our other relatives or friends Wendy was a regular guest there, like me. When Wendy's best friend Jane got married, Wendy was the maid of honor and we had Jane and her husband Herb as our guests at our house several times after. My beautiful Kitchen Fairy always dazzled them with her magic. We have been to their home often and, over.