. Hello," I replied."Um ... I don't know how to put this, but I think you're my father... ," she trailed off.I took a closer look at her in the gloom ...nd realised she was almost blue with cold and shivering, wearing only what appeared to be a T-shirt under a thin jacket and torn and faded jeans with canvas shoes."Um, you'd better come in," I said and turned up the heating as I led her to the living room. Once there I turned on the seldom used gas fire and asked if she wanted a hot drink."Yes. She had just gasped it out when the knock at the door shocked me like someone had thrown a bucket of ice-cold water over us both.“Oh, fuck,” my aunt croaked when my mother called out her name.The knock came again, three quick yet insistent taps at the door.“Janet, are you in there? Have you seen Michael?”“Not for a while,” Janet called back.She sounded so normal. Not like a woman disturbed in the incestuous act of taking her nephew’s bare cock into her body. And I was still up to my nuts inside. He kissed my back and rubbed my tits as he fucked me."Oh, Lindy," he said between kisses, "I should have given you a C a long time ago."Shit, my grade. I was so horny that I'd forgotten that's why I agreed to do anything with him.I begged him to go harder, so he did, and I shrieked."Oh, god," grunted Nate, "I'm fucking close. Lindy, where do you want it?"I managed to respond, "In me!"His breath quickened, his body shook, and his impact became harder."Oh! Yeah, yeah, mmmf, yeah! Fuck yes!"He. . yes ... that’s not what I mean!” he pleaded. “I have to go!”“No you don’t!” she said forcefully. He cringed, and she moderated her voice. “You don’t have to go. We’re just talking. We’re just friends talking.”“But we can’t be friends,” he cried mournfully.“Can’t I choose my own friends?” she asked.“How can you want to be friends with me when I saw you like that?” he groaned.“How can I ask you to be my friend when you saw me with Nathan?” she shot back.“I don’t care about that!” he mumbled..