Their conversation went like this:
Ryan: Hey sis…. Thanks again😉
Lindsey: OMFG! Ryan! Stop talking about it! Enough already!
Ryan: Just saying Linds, it was fucking hot! I’m getting hard just thinking about you
Lindsey: It’s not gonna happen AGAIN, you idiot! I don’t know what happened to me!
Ryan: Well whatever did happen, you looked so good, going down on my cock…
Lindsey: SHIT RYAN!!! Do you not understand that this cannot happen again?!! You’re my FUCKING BROTHER!!
Ryan: Yeah… I thought so, but… thanks for it anyway…
Ryan: You’ve been real sweet to me.
Ryan: I jus wanna let you know that I love you.
Lindsey: Yeah… I love you too Ryan 🥰
Lindsey: You know….
Lindsey: It was really hot… it’s just, we can’t…
Lindsey: Gawd!!! Why do you always have your shirt off!!!
Lindsey: YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO ME!!!
Ryan: Wait… What?
Lindsey: Meet me in your room in 30 minutes…
Ryan: Ok
Ryan: Do you wanna see something hot?
Lindsey: Idk.. What?
Lindsey: OH MY GOD!! RYAN!!!
Lindsey: DELETE THAT RN!!!
Ryan: Oh come on sis… You look sooo sexy! 😏
Lindsey: 🥰Yeah you know I do!
Lindsey: NOW DELETE IT!!
I couldn’t believe what I was reading! My own daughter and son had somehow found themselves in quite a taboo situation. I guess every parent expects that at sometime in their life, they will discover that their children are sexually active. You just never dream it’s gonna be with each other! Regardless the deplorability of it all, I was actually much more excited than I was upset about any of it! And I know that’s not the response that anyone would expect, but the truth was, I had some secrets of my own. I had been lusting after my daughter for quite a few years. Ever since I stumbled onto to some incest erotica online, I had been reading stories and writing a few myself. All the while fantasizing about my little Lindsey! With this new discovery, I set into motion, a devilish plan to make all my dreams a reality.
Wednesday nights were hockey night, and Becky would always end up taking Ryan when work ran a little bit late for me. With all the pregame preparation and the actual time of the match, it was always at least a four hour event. I made sure to stay at work just long enough for them to leave the house. After texting my wife, but I wasn’t gonna make it, I pulled up to the house. Lindsey’s little white car in the driveway, and a smile came to my face. I dropped my bag off on the table and looking around figured Lindsey was camped out in her room again. I gave the door a little knock and then pushed it slowly open. She was lying on her stomach with her feet up in the air, and to no one’s surprise was scrolling actively through something on her phone.
“Hey honey,,” I said smiling as I sat down on the soft queen size bed next to her. The walls in her room were covered with posters of her favorite bands and hunky heartthrobs. There was a number of different succulents in various sizes of ceramic pots on top of a pretty white vanity, with a decorative beauty mirror that she used when to put on her make up.
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