He looked over at me and smiled. “You like what you see, Mon?” he asked me in his nativeCaribbean accent.“Ahhh, no,” I stutter...d. “I’m not that kind. I didn’tmean to look. It just came naturally. Really, I’msorry.”“Don’t be sorry, Mon. If you white guys don’t look, youwon’t know what your white women crave.”I didn’t have a reply to that so I just kept quiet.“That pretty blonde woman your wife,. She whimpered while averting her eyes. "Well, it would make quite the mess, and I don’t want to risk breaking your jaw," he pretended to change his mind while setting down the pliers.The last item he picked up was a bottle of mineral oil that Britney recognized. Her dad always kept it in the kitchen and used it on his professional grade cooking knives so they would not oxidize and rust. Britney gulped as she guessed what Hayden was going to do with it. He started by pouring some on her chest. All I could think about was me, getting behind them,spreading their legs apart, and sticking my seven inch dick deep inside their little juicy virgin holes. (Man! Was I horny!) The girls are laying there awhile and turn over, they pull their tops off and lay there taking in the sun. I can't beleive what I am seeing! I can see the girls in the daylight with their nice tits sticking straight out Rachelle with her A-cups sticking straight out and Natalia with her just budding nipples pointed out.. There was no denying them. No excuse we could give. We had to gamble on one way out of this: jury nullification.Twelve individuals we would have to convince that though incest might be illegal, it shouldn’t be. Twelve people we had to convince to acquit us even though we were guilty of breaking an unjust law. A moment when things could change. A flashpoint that would have our family at the center of it. Proof that there was no harm if it was consensual.I had no idea if we could do it. Twelve.