This is so awesome, but I don't know if we should do it. Isn't this incest or something? Isn't this supposed to be, like, the wrongest thing ever?"H... continued to fondle her breasts. They were the size of grapefruit halves, and perfectly round. The dark circles around her nipples were the size of quarters. Her nipples were like ebony pencil erasers."Yes, baby, this is incest. Sex between a child and parent. But it's okay. This is just a girl and her father being naked with each other. Gabriella poured us both some more coffee and sat down in front of me as we heard a car start and drive away. She looked out the window with a smile on her face that made me think that the house was her ‘happy place’, a very live and real version of the concept I’d been having difficulties even imagining. We sat there sipping coffee in silent companionship for a long while, and I thought about the way silence could feel so different depending on the company you kept. With Gabriella I felt. "She needs you to look at some wiring. And Frank, I'd like to borrow you for a couple hours to fix a leaky faucet."The women had chosen their plan well. Don was no good at plumbing, and Frank was a dummy when it came to wiring. It seemed perfectly natural for the women to trade their husbands' services. Don went off with Joan, leaving Vicky with Frank."Where's that faucet?" Frank asked."Oh, there's no big rush," Vicky purred. "How about a drink first? You probably had a hard day on the golf. . kinda jealous." Why would you be jealous?" It's just, ever since I found out you used to be a boy, I've beenreally curious about what it must like to be a girl. After they loweredthe age limit on gender morphing, I've been watching my friends gettingto try out what I've wanted for so long, and ... and. ..." My chest felttight and my throat ached. I was doing my best not to cry. I hadsomething I needed to say and getting emotional would get in the way.Mom's face softened as she reached out and.