And today was the day after eighteen months of frustration. And I was lucky. I was ovulating. Everything fell in place: my jiju wanting to fuck me, th... absence of my husband and sister for three days and my ovulation. The time seemed going too slow. I went to my bedroom and removed all my clothes and stood beside the mirror of my dressing table. The complete nude form of me reflected off the mirror. I was glad to see my image. My white complexion with creamy skin was glowing. My 34C sized. I drove over to a part of the park that was quiet and out of the way. “Will this do, or did you want to go somewhere more private?” I held my breath waiting for her answer.“Could we just go to your place? I need to talk to you, but not out here and not like this. Is that okay?”“Sure,” I said, and we drove the rest of the way over in stony silence.Once we got to my place, and pulled into the driveway, Melody seemed to tighten up and withdraw even farther, if possible, into her shell.“Listen;. His father was my Father's brother.Both our parents were self centered, wealthy and found us ?kids' to bemore a nuisance than a gift. That was fine with me as it gave my freedomat an early age. However, my cousin Chase, was a weak natured person andneeded to be cuddled and given attention. He was 11 when he came overthat fateful summer. I was 12.I had been experimenting with techniques I had been reading about in someold books in my Father's library. One book told of a method of breakingdown. “I’m damned,” she heard him murmur.Emily gasped when the axe-blade of her father’s hand pressed against her sex. “Dad,” she breathed.The pressure was an insistent see-sawing movement against her intimate place when her father mumbled, “Yeah?”Her throat felt clogged with cotton wool when Emily sighed in reply. “Yuh-you’re touching me,” she stuttered.“I know, baby; I know…”In a surreal few seconds Emily’s mind worked with computer-quick speed as it worked through every possible permutation and.