I was afraid, as I sat there in the heavy silence that I had indeed said too much. Then, she surprised me."Will you do it, now, daddy?" she asked in a...soft, barely audible voice.I looked over my shoulder at the kitchen door. "Your mother – " Is asleep."Beckah walked around the table and leaned against the wall facing me. I had never been into exposing myself and I was a little ill at ease at first but looking at my daughter's face, remembering all of the times I had fantasized about her, all of. Colt was pleasuring himself. I would have loved to watch; he must have been assaulting himself with his hand. I could hear his hand smacking against his balls and very quiet moans. I listened for another minute until I heard him groan. I assumed this meant he had finished.I stormed back to my room and found my vibrator. My vibrator had been the only way my needs had stayed met over the years. Sneaking off in the middle of the night to get off was the only way I could use it as my husband said. Staring at me. The doctor said nothing."What? What is it? What's wrong? Did I grow a third arm or something?No one answered. They just stared.Calling to the butler, I asked for a mirror. With a trembling hand, Edmond (the ancient butler who had served our family for as long as I could remember) passed me my mother's pearl and diamond inlayed mirror. I wondered what I was about to see.I too could not believe what my eyes were telling me. I told Edmond to bring me a brandy, immediately. I needed. I had always been faithful and I just assumed that she was too.I can still remember how our friends had teased Laura and I when we first started going together in school. We looked like brother and sister. We were both slender and both 5' 11" tall with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. Even I had to admit that we looked like siblings.But the important thing was we weren't. We were attracted to each other to the exclusion of all else. The sex was intense and plentiful and the pleasure.