They headed down the long trail to the beach in order to wash up.Tina didn’t like the boys’ camp as much as the girls’ camp for location, as the... had to work with the terrain instead of the area that had been cleared by the plane crash. With the smaller clearing of the boys’ camp came crowding, and it was also farther from the beach. Still, she resolved to learn to love it; she wasn’t going back!Halfway down the beach trail, a rushing form tackled Dylan from the side and the boy’s face was. “So she knows how to do it right.”“Yes, dear,” I said, this wild heat in me to touch my daughter sexually. I moved behind her. I could smell the scent of their combined musk. The union of father and daughter. He needed to get his vasectomy reversed as soon as possible. If Kevin had bred me, my husband had to breed our daughter. It was only fair.“Now, you want to coat your fingers in a good dollop of lube,” I said. “You want to start with one, but you don't want to take your father's cock in. Her rule for me that day was that I was neither allow to jerk off, nor to touch either of them. She was either teasing or punishing me, for reasons I do not know.I had to watch and take photos of them in sexual positions, which includes her enjoying herself.It accumulated until the day she decided to have a threesome. I was not allowed to reject or stop her.It is wrong to say I do not have a choice in this, but for some reason, I still went along with her orders as usual.She smiled devilishly. We'd been friends with benefits for quite some time, always starting with our hands, moving to blow jobs and then back to our hands to finish each other off. But I wanted more. Kurt did too, but as it turned out, I was the one that went there first. After caressing each other for quite a while I leaned close and kissed his lips. He was startled, but as our lips touched he kissed me back. Soft and light, whiskey on his breath. We pulled into each other and began using our tongues, sweetly.