Laura was dressed in a tracksuit top and a pair of brief shorts. Her long legs curled up on her sleeping bag as she told the boys to sit opposite her...."Now" said Laura "Suppose you tell me what this is all about" The boys looked nervously at each other than Harvey spoke out. "Well miss, Kenny here was telling us about something that happened here a few years back. He reckons that you saved him from the river and err well he saw you naked and stuff like that. We think he's telling us shit" Ken". As a teenager, she'd fantasized about having sex with her father, and although he didn't succumb to her overt flirtations, he was her favorite sex partner in her masturbatory fantasies during her adolescence. Unfortunately for me, my father felt differently about incest. He considered incest a crime against man and God, so Mother suppressed her desire to have sex with me. After finally coming to terms with my father's sudden and unexpected death, her incestuous fantasies had returned with even. I laugh as a small head of broccoli drops between my breasts, and within seconds his mouth is there to capture it, then lick his way back up to my neck. His eyes sparkle as he moves back to his chair. Now he watches me more closely, waiting for the next piece of food to fall. Oddly enough, by the time our main course is finished, several pieces of vegetables had toppled from my fork. ‘Let’s dance,’ he says suddenly, as we move from the table. My eyes lift. ‘Dance?’ A look of confusion crosses. I put away the supplies I have brought while she lounges peacefully. Finally I sink into the couch and hugging a pillow, I sink into memories. The memories are so vivid. I can smell your scent and hear the sound of your heart beat. As I close my eyes I let the memories finish flooding over me. My lips part slightly and I can feel your lips brush against mine. The touch is light at first but the insistence grows. The butterflies dance in my stomach while the inferno heats up below. The flames.