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This is the story of what happened after that fateful night. If you did not read the first chapter of this story, I recommend you do so. I am telling this story with the benefit of the knowledge I received almost a year later when my wife and I finally opened up to each other and shared our true thoughts and feelings about this period of our lives.

The next morning was extremely awkward to say the least. As usual, I was the first to wake up. At some point during the night I must have rolled off my daughter, but she was still sleeping peacefully by my side, snuggled up against me to keep warm. I’d hoped that it was all some kind of a bizarre dream, but seeing my naked daughter next to me and looking to the other side of the bed where my son was still sleeping with his head resting on his mother's chest made me realize that it actually happened.

We had been forced at gunpoint to do the unthinkable. Those bastards had forced us to do things to each other that no right-minded family would ever consider. They came to rob us of our possessions and ended up robbing us of so much more. At that point, I knew our lives would never be the same and what happened to us can never be undone. My heart had been broken and I felt sick to my stomach because there was no going back to the way things were before. I rushed out of bed and ran to the bathroom where I threw up as the details of the previous night replayed in my head.

I went to the bathroom to wash my face and that’s when I heard my wife shout, “Oh my god Liam, get off of me!”

I shut off the water and rushed back into the bedroom to see my son standing naked beside the bed. My wife had grabbed the sheets to cover herself. My daughter was trying to wake up and figure out what was going on. Everyone looked dazed and confused. "Oh my God. Oh my God," was all my wife could say over and over again. She had a horrified look on her face as the memories of the previous night played through her head. The realization of what had happened was almost too much for her to handle.

I told my son and daughter to go to their rooms, get dressed and wait for me to come get them. I asked my wife to do the same while I checked out the house to see what all had been stolen and make sure the house was secure.

To my shock, only our basement TV and computer were gone. The burglars must have quickly grabbed what they could carry and ran off. Otherwise, the house was just as it had been. If only the same could be said about my family.

I headed back upstairs to my bedroom to see how my wife was doing. Kathy had managed to get herself dressed and she seemed to have gotten over the initial shock. I began to tell her about the stolen items, but she cut me off. "Get Liam and Dana and meet me in the kitchen. We all need to talk." She said with a tone that made it clear that this wasn't to be debated.

I went to my son's room and knocked on the door. "Come in." My son said guiltily.

I opened the door to find my son sitting on his bed with his face in his hands. He looked up at me with a frightened and lost look in his eyes. "I'm so sorry dad," he started to say. I held up my hand to stop him from saying more. "Your mom wants to have a family meeting in the kitchen. We can talk about all of this there. Don't worry son, we will get through this." I said as I tried to comfort him.

I walked to my daughter's door and hesitated as I reached for the door. How was I going to look my daughter in the eye after what I did to her? I was so ashamed about what had happened last night. It wasn't so much what I had been forced to do that I was ashamed about, but rather the fact I enjoyed myself thoroughly and completely.

I raised my hand to the door to knock, but it opened before I reached it. My daughter walked by me without even looking at me and said as she walked to the kitchen, "I heard. Family meeting in the kitchen." I felt about 2 feet tall. "My daughter couldn't even stand to look at me," I thought to myself as I headed for the kitchen feeling like the worst father in the world.

My wife was back to her normal self. At least that is how she portrayed herself as she spoke. She said all the right things about how what happened to us this was a horrible thing that happened to us. How we would get through this and not let this moment define the rest of our lives or our relationships with each other. We all followed her lead and said the politically correct things. We all agreed that we would not let this change us as a family and that our 16 year old daughter, Lisa, must never know about what happened. We would keep this a secret and only speak of it during counseling, which we all agreed was absolutely necessary.

We all hugged when the family meeting was over and put on our best faces and tried our hardest to get through the weekend. Unfortunately, none of us really believed in our hearts that we were going to be the same family ever again.

Nearly three months had passed since that tragic night. It had been a very difficult time for my family. Liam had gone back to college and was seeing a counselor regularly there. Dana struggled through her last few months of high school. She blamed it on senioritis, but we all knew what was really troubling her. My wife and I were struggling too. Though we were getting along fine in the everyday aspects of our marriage, we had not been able to have sex once during that time. We had tried a few times, but neither of us were able to get into the moment enough to get beyond foreplay. That was a big change from the two or three times a week we normally had sex. We simply could not find a way to connect the way we used to.

We were all seeing counselors on our own as well as a semi-monthly group session. The counseling was helping, but it was a very slow process. Looking back, progress was slowed because we were all lying to ourselves and one another about what happened that night. I know it wasn't until many months later that I finally admitted to my counselor that I had secretly enjoyed having sex with my daughter. The others weren't admitting their true feelings about that night either, at least not in the group sessions.

Things got even more awkward when Liam came home for the summer. It was just one more person in the house regularly that wasn't acting normal. Though Lisa still had no idea of what had happened, she was constantly asking us what was wrong with everyone. It was a very painful time for everyone and our family truly had been forever changed.

I was really struggling, I could hardly get any sleep at all. Since I am a light sleeper, any unfamiliar sounds at night would get my adrenaline pumping and found it impossible to fall back asleep. The new security system we had installed and the white noise generator were not helping much either. My doctor prescribed sleeping pills for me but I hate taking medicine, so I’d only use them occasionally when I was too exhausted to function. The pills worked when I took them, but I refused to take them regularly because they completely knocked me out and I was scared we would have another break-in and I wouldn't be there for my family if they needed me. I’ve become obsessed with protecting my family since I failed as both father and protector that night. I even bought a gun which I keep hidden underneath my bed because I vowed to never let anything like that happen to us again.

Two weeks after my son came home, things took a turn for the worse. My k**s were all in bed and my wife and I were watching TV in our bed. Kathy was worried about how little I was sleeping and urged me nightly to take my sleeping pill so I could sleep. That night was no different.

"Scott, honey. Did you take your pill tonight?" My wife asked.

"Yes." I lied. I had already taken a pill three out of the last four nights and I wasn't about to get hooked on them. I just wanted to avoid her trying to convince me to take it, so I did what every husband does to avoid conflict. I told her what she wanted to hear.

I turned off the TV and rolled over and tried to fall asleep.

About an hour later, I hear my wife whisper to me, "Scott. Are you awake, honey?"

I didn't reply. She asked the question again, and again I pretended to be asleep. If I had answered her, she would have known I was lying about taking the sleeping pill. A few moments later, I heard her get out of bed and head down the hall. I didn't think much of it and tried to actually fall asleep. About 15-20 minutes later, I rolled over and realized my wife had not returned yet. My heart started to race as my adrenaline kicked in. Panic set in as I started to fear the worst. As silly as it may seem, I was worried that someone was in our house and my wife was in danger.

I grabbed my gun, jumped out of bed, and searched the house for my wife. I was being careful as to not make any noise in case there was someone in the house. I searched the main level of the house and my wife was nowhere to be found. I made my way down to the basement to look for her, but there was no sign of her in the family room. Then I heard a noise come from a room in our basement. I slowly walked down the hall towards the guest bedroom door. As I got closer, I could tell the sounds were definitely coming from the bedroom. I couldn't make out what the sounds were, but it sounded like soft moans along with a rhythmic beat that sounded like music. When I finally reached the bedroom door, I could tell that the moans seemed almost sexual and that soft music was playing in the room.

"What the hell is going on in there?" I thought to myself. "And who the hell is in there? My wife? “A vision of my wife masturbating sprung into my head.

I started to reach for the door handle and had no idea what I was going to find on the other side of the door, but I had to know. When I began to slowly turn the door knob, I heard a whisper from behind me.

"Dad, don't!" Someone whispered to me.

It startled me and I quickly turned around and instinctively pointed my gun at the source of the noise. Thankfully I realized it was my daughter, Dana, before I pulled the trigger. I was completely on edge and had nearly shot my own daughter! I quickly lowered the gun and rushed back down the hall to my daughter who was literally frozen with fear due to a gun being pointed at her.

"What are you doing down here, Dana?" I asked. I had to snap my fingers in her face to get her to respond.

She shook her head as if coming out of a trance and looked at me. "What the hell are you doing with a gun, dad? You hate guns," she asked.

As I started to explain, she told me to whisper and she started to pull me back up the stairs.

"Wait." I whispered. "I think your mom is in the guest room."

"I know." Dana replied. “But you don't want to go in there."

"Yes, I do!" I said.

"Trust me, you don't!" Dana said with a tone and look in her eyes that resonated with me and I followed her back upstairs to my bedroom.

When we got to my bedroom, I put the gun back in its hiding place under my bed and turned around to face my daughter. "Why don't you want me to go in the bedroom where your mother is? What could she possibly be doing in there? Is she ok? Is she with someone?" I asked my daughter in rapid succession as my mind rushed to make sense of everything.

"Dad, just calm down and sit down and I will tell you what I know." My daughter softly pleaded with me.

I sat on the edge of my bed and my daughter sat down beside me. She grabbed my hand and looked at me with loving, but very sad eyes and started to tell me what was going on behind that door.

I sat and listened in disbelief as my daughter told me what she witnessed a few nights ago.

Apparently, my daughter couldn't sleep that night and had heard someone walk by her door. Then a few minutes later, she heard someone else walk by her door. Since she couldn't sleep at all, she decided to get up and see what was going on. She heard voices and saw a light coming from the basement. She could tell it was Liam and Kathy that were down there and they were talking about how neither of them could sleep. She started down the stairs to join them, but as she got near the bottom of the stairs their conversation started to get more personal. So my daughter stopped at the bottom of the stairs and listened and watched as the following took place: (the following is partly what my daughter witnessed and partly from what my wife admitted to me almost a year later)

"It's impossible to sleep when I can't stop thinking about that night, mom. And when I do sleep I just keep dreaming about what happened." Liam told his mother.

"Oh, baby. I am so sorry for what I did." Kathy started to cry as she reached out to hug Liam. "I am so ashamed of how I acted and I beg you to forgive me. It must be awful to have to remember that night and know that your own mother acted in such a horrible way. I am the worst mother in the world. Please sweetheart, please forgive me."

"Mom, you don't understand. It isn't like that. I can't forgive you because there is nothing to forgive. It's you that needs to forgive me, mom. I hate myself for how I feel about that night. There is something wrong with me because a normal person doesn't enjoy having sex with his own mother. Mom, do you understand what I am trying to tell you? The reason I can't stop thinking about that night is because it was the most erotic and incredible sexual experience of my life." Liam went on to explain how he was obsessed with the memory of that night and how he had been unable to have sex with his girlfriend back at college afterwards.

My wife then asked him, "You actually think you enjoyed having sex with me, sweetie?"

"Mom, that's what makes me so screwed up. I know I enjoyed it. Actually, I loved every moment of it." Liam clarified.

"Sweetie, the counselor said we would have conflicted feelings about what happened and that it would be natural to be confused. You are just confused about what you are feeling. That doesn't make you screwed up at all." Kathy was trying her best to comfort him.

"No, mom. I'm almost 21 years old and no stranger to sex. Having sex with you was the most intense and incredible moment of my life. When you were on top of me and I felt you have an orgasm, it was the greatest feeling in the world. At that moment I felt so close to you that I didn't care about the men with guns or even Dana or dad. All I could see and feel was you, mom. The rest of the world disappeared. Then when you kissed me and..." Liam was stopped by his mother's finger pressed against his lips.

"That's enough, Liam." She said in a firm tone. "You can't talk about that night like that. We all got caught up in a moment that was intensified by the threat of being killed. However, it wasn't right. No matter how good it felt, it was unnatural and wrong and can never happen again." My wife said in a way that seemed like she was almost trying to convince herself as well as Liam.

"It didn't feel wrong to me." Liam retorted. "It felt perfect."

"Yes, it did feel perfect. But it can't ever happen again." Kathy said as she leaned in and kissed him gently on the forehead and then hugged him tightly.

Liam had his head nuzzled in his mom's neck as she hugged him. She smelled so good to him that he couldn't resist the urge to kiss her neck. He gently started to kiss her neck and softly parted his lips and let his tongue run across her smooth skin. Kathy knew she should stop him, but she couldn't say the words. Her body had ached and hungered for her son almost non-stop since that night. She had never felt anything as incredible as she had when her own son had entered her, stretching her and filling her in a way she had never dreamt possible. So when Liam started to suck on her ear lobe, all she could do was moan and say, "Baby, this is wrong."

My son whispered in her ear, "I don't care mom. I need more than anything to make love to you tonight."

With that, my wife ran her hand through her son's hair and turned his head to face her. She looked into his beautiful brown eyes and could see how much he loved and needed her. She could no longer resist and she kissed him on the lips. The kiss started out sweet and tender, but soon her son's tongue entered her mouth and the kiss caught fire. They were kissing passionately and their hands started to touch each other in places a mother and son should never touch each other.

My daughter watched in shock as her brother pulled their mom's shirt over her head, exposing her huge breasts. Her nipples were huge and fully erect and seemed to be calling out to him. Dana could not look away as Liam started sucking on his mother's right nipple while he squeezed and fondled her left breast.

My wife grabbed her son's head and pressed it hard to her bosom and moaned out loud as he suck her breast. The pleasure was so intense and Kathy couldn’t believe how much it turned her on to have him sucking on her breast again. His tongue was driving her crazy as he sucked fanatically like a starved a****l.

He removed her shorts while continuing to teasing her nipples. After a few more minutes, he started to kiss his way down her belly with one goal in mind. He wanted to taste his mother again. But before he got there, she grabbed his head and stopped him. She then pulled his shirt over his head and started to push down his boxers with her foot. "Baby, I can't wait another moment. I need to feel you inside me again. I need you now!" almost like she was begging him to fuck her.

He removed his boxers completely and climbed on top of her as she spread her legs as wide as she could while lying on the couch. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his fat cock and had almost forgotten how thick it was. She guided it to the entrance of her now dripping pussy. She began rubbing his cock against her pussy, coating it with her juices.

Liam waited while she readied his cock for entry. She placed his cock against her pussy and removed her hand. She wrapped her arms around his back and he looked into her eyes. "I love you so much, baby." His mom said to him as she urged him to press into her.

My wife almost couldn't handle the intense pleasure that coursed through her body as he slowly pressed his massively thick specimen into her. She felt like she was going to rip, but it felt so good. She moaned as she adjusted to his size. It felt even better than she had remembered. There was pressure against every square inch of her vagina walls and the intense pleasure was indescribable. What remained of my wife's self-control vanished at that point. "Oh baby, you feel so good inside me. You are so thick, baby. No one has ever filled me like you do, Liam." My wife cried out as Liam started to slide in and out of her. "Mommy loves having her baby inside her again. God yes, baby. Make love to me. Make mommy cum again like you did before."

The buildup was quick for both of them this time. My wife urged her son to quicken the pace as her orgasm built inside her womb. My daughter looked on as Liam started to pound his rigid cock faster and faster in and out of his mother's pussy. The sound of his body slapping against Kathy's body echoed through the basement as he did as his mother begged and fucked her harder. Then she kissed him and used his mouth to muffle her scream as she came with amazing intensity. Her whole body had electricity shooting through it. She could feel her pussy convulsing around his cock as her orgasm started to subside. Then Liam started moaning back into her mouth as they continued their kiss. She could feel his body tense up and her own orgasm re-intensified when she felt his load shoot deep inside her. She felt his cock twitching as he filled her pussy with more cum than she could believe. Her son was the perfect fit for her in every way. Never had she felt such erotic emotions coupled with intense pleasure like this. She knew in her mind that what she was doing was wrong, but the pleasure was more potent than a d**g and she was already addicted to it.

My daughter slowly and quietly made her way back to her bedroom. She was trying to make sense of what she just witnessed. Not only could she not believe what had just happened, she couldn't believe that she had not stopped it. She had so many different emotions running through her head. She was shocked and a little angry at her mom and brother for doing this to me, yet she could not deny that it turned her on to watch them. It brought back memories of the night she had been forced to have sex with me. Those memories were still so vivid in her mind. She then realized that it wasn't really anger she was feeling, rather she was jealous of them for getting to experience that intense pleasure all over again.

I sat there in disbelief as my daughter told me what had happened between my wife and son a few nights earlier. In reality, Dana did not go into that much detail. She told me what I needed to know while leaving out the parts that she thought would hurt me. Oddly, I wasn't hurt and I wasn't angry either. I just couldn't believe what my daughter had just told me. I got up from the bed and started to leave the bedroom.

"Where are you going?" Dana asked me.

"I need to see it for myself. Don't worry, I won't do anything to them. I just need to be sure." I said as I headed downstairs to the guest bedroom.

When I reached the door, I could still hear the soft music playing in the room. Every so often I would hear a soft moan as well. I slowly turned the knob and gently cracked the door open. Our guest bedroom has a sliding mirrored door closet which I could see the reflection of the bed without opening the door very far. My daughter had told me the truth. On the bed I could see the profile of my wife's body sitting on top of my son, who was lying on his back. My son's hands were fondling Kathy's breasts. Kathy's hands covered his hands, helping him squeeze her breasts just the way she wanted. I could tell that she was riding his dick slowly, savoring the feeling as she slowly rocked her hips up and down on his thick member. Then I heard her whisper, "Oh baby, mommy is going to cum again." She then leaned down and placed one of her breasts to his lips and he happily started to suck on her nipple as she climaxed. I just stared at their reflection while I listened to my wife whimper softly as her orgasm passed.

Normally, my wife would stop after she had an orgasm and allow me to get on top of her and fuck her as hard as I wanted until I came. That was the fairly standard routine we would follow most times we made love. It was rare that my wife would try to have multiple orgasms because she couldn't easily have multiple orgasms without a break between them. So I was surprised to watch her sit back up and start riding Liam's cock again just as her orgasm subsided. This time Liam sat up and they started kissing. From my vantage point, I could see their tongues playing as they kissed. It actually was very sensual and loving to watch. It was more than sex they were having. They were making love.

I watched for a few more minutes as my wife continued to grind on him. She was clearly close to having another orgasm. I wondered how many she had already had tonight. I felt a tinge of jealousy as I realized that my son was clearly a better lover to my wife than I was. But how could I compete with added intensity of the taboo? And how could I blame them? The reason I had been unable to have sex with my wife lately was because I couldn't stop thinking about how much better it was to make love to my daughter. It was all so confusing. So many emotions were flooding my mind. I slowly closed the door and headed back to my room.

My daughter was waiting for me in my room. I was surprised to see her still there. She walked up to me and hugged me. I wrapped my arms around my baby girl and held her tight.

"I'm so sorry, dad." She softly said as we ended our embrace.

"Don't be, angel." I responded. "This whole situation has been impossibly hard on everyone. Clearly, we can't go back to the way we were as a family. Though I don't agree with what your mother and brother are doing in secret, I can hardly blame them."

"Of course you can blame them, daddy. They didn't have to give in to their desires...did they?" She added the question at the end almost as if asking for herself.

"Desire is often the most intense emotion we feel. Especially when that desire is rooted in love. Your mother and I love you and your brother and sister more than anything in the world. We have always been extremely close to you three. After being forced to experience that love and connection in a sexual way, it is hard to not desire that feeling of ultimate connection again." I explained to my daughter the best I could. "And there is a special bond between a mother and son that is hard to explain. I know growing up, I had sexual feeling towards my mother that I kept secret. So it doesn't really surprise me that this is happening now."

"What about the bond between a father and a daughter?" My daughter asked as she looked at me with a look I hadn't seen since the night we fucked. "We have a special bond too. Don't, we?" she added.

"Of course we do, angel. But surely you don't mean that you want that?" I asked my beautiful daughter.

"Don't you?" She asked as she slightly nodded her head as if to encourage me to say yes.

I was already very much turned on after watching my wife and son fucking downstairs. Now my daughter was almost pleading with me to do the same with her. It was completely wrong and dysfunctional, but desire had taken over. I grabbed my daughter and picked her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist and we started kissing like long lost lovers. I carried her to the bed and practically jumped with her in my arms onto the bed, never breaking our kiss. We kissed for a long time while our hands groped each other through our pajamas. We rolled all over the bed trying to touch each other every way we could. At one point, Dana was on top of me kissing me when she sat up and, in one quick motion, pulled her shirt off over her head then removed my shirt and pressed her naked chest into mine.

She broke our embrace and started kissing her way down my body. The tip of my dick was sticking out the top of my boxers when she made it down to my waste. She began to playfully lick it and it felt amazing. She looked up at me with the same devilish look that always meant she was going to do something naughty when she was a c***d. Now that look had a whole new meaning for me. She pulled off my boxers and engulfed my whole cock with her mouth. It was one of the sexiest things I have ever seen. My half naked daughter deep-throating all 8 inches of my rock hard dick. I’m still not sure what she does with her mouth and tongue, but it is like heaven. It only took a few minutes before I was ready to cum. "Angel, if you keep doing that, I'm going to cum." I warned, expecting her to stop. Instead, she looked up at me with that same devilish look in her eyes and twirled her tongue around my cock and then started to move her mouth up and down faster on my shaft. Her eyes were locked on mine as my orgasm erupted in her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as if in ecstasy. She sucked every last drop from my cock. The tip of my dick became so sensitive from my orgasm and her suction that I could barely handle the sensation. She continued to softly suck and lick my cock as it started to soften.

Dana stood up and took off her panties. She then crawled back on top of me and began kissing me with soft and loving, yet passionate kisses. "You taste so good, daddy." She said between kisses. I could taste the hint of my own cum on her tongue. It was extremely erotic!

I rolled over with my daughter in my arms. Now I was on top of her and it was my turn to kiss her body. I licked and nibbled and sucked on her perky 18 year old breasts. I grabbed her breast with my hands and pressed them together so I could get both her nipples in my mouth at the same time. It was something I would do often to Kathy and it would always drive her crazy. Dana was just like her mother because as soon as I had both her nipples in my mouth, she started to moan and squirm.

"Oh my God, daddy. That feels so amazing!" My daughter rasped as she lost control of her own body.

I continued to suck both her nipples until she begged me to lick her pussy. "Daddy, please lick me now. I need to feel your mouth and tongue so bad. Please, daddy, please suck on my clit."

I slid down my daughter and her legs were already spread wide giving me great access to her wet pussy. I could see her juices leaking from her labia. I placed my nose against her clit and inhaled, she smelled so good and so clean. I started to lick her lips, running my tongue over and around her inner and outer labia. I was teasing her and she was loving it. I stuck my tongue in her love canal a few times just to get the full taste of her on my tongue. She truly tasted sweet. It was a taste I would never grow tired of. My daughter was almost whimpering, so I finally moved to her pretty little clit. I placed my lips around and gently started to suck and nibble at it while flicking my tongue across it. I found just the right amount of pressure to make her go crazy. She wrapped her legs around my head and squeezed my head so tight that I thought my head might pop. Then I could feel her body tense up and her hands were on my head pressing my face hard against her clit.

"I'm cumin!" she screamed and whispered at the same time.

And then her body went limp. I looked up at my daughter and she was breathing heavily, almost gasping for air. I crawled up the bed and laid next to her and ran my fingers through her hair and moved some strands of hair out of her face. She looked at me and smiled and my heart melted.

"Make love to me, daddy." My daughter said in the sweetest, most loving voice.

"I need a little help first." I replied looking down at my semi-erect penis.

My daughter moved her head down to my dick and started to stroke my shaft with her hand while she kissed and licked the head. With her skills, it didn't take me that long to get really hard again. My daughter laid back on the bed and I rolled on top of her. I moved my hips until I felt the tip of cock press against her pussy lips. I slowly started pressing into her and her tight pussy lips parted as my dick sunk deeper and deeper into my baby girl. We both moaned in ecstasy after I put my entire dick inside of her.

We started kissing and we never broke that kiss. I started out slow and varied the speed, depth and force of my thrusts. My daughter's hands were all over me, squeezing and caressing my body as I made passionate love to her. Dana's body moved in rhythm with mine almost perfectly. Out tongues never stopped dancing together as we pleasured each other. Her amazing pussy was milking my cock with almost every thrust. I could feel the walls of her pussy contract and grip my shaft as if she was trying to squeeze a load out of me. Then Dana started to suck on my tongue with growing intensity. It was too much for me to handle so I thrusted one last time and a torrent of hot cum shot from my dick and coated the inside of her tight pussy. My daughter squeezed her cunt around my cock even harder and moaning, "That feels so good. I can actually feel you cumin, daddy."

"I love you so much, angel." I said as I collapsed on her.

"Oh daddy, I love you too. That was so perfect." Dana responded.

I could not argue with her. It truly had felt perfect. There is something about i****t (when mutual) that heightens every sensation and every emotion. Making love to my daughter is the most incredible experience I have ever had. It is impossible to put into words. I can only tell you that the orgasms I have while making love to Dana are unlike any orgasm I have ever had before or since.

Dana and I held each other for almost an hour afterwards. I finally had to get up to go to the bathroom. When I came back to the bed, Dana was gathering her clothes.

"Mom will be coming back to bed sometime soon." She said. "I need to not be here when that happens."

"I guess I need to talk to your mother about all this." I half-heartedly said.

"That...or you could just come to my room whenever mom goes to the basement." My daughter said with a wicked grin on her face. Then she turned and walked out of the room. I got into bed and went to sleep.

The rest of the summer flew by. About three nights a week I would pretend to take a sleeping pill and wait for my wife to go to the basement. I would then go to Dana's room and we would make love for a couple hours before I headed back to bed. I always made sure I was back in bed before my wife got back. I didn't want her to find out yet. I liked having control of the situation. I dictated when my wife and son could have sex by choosing what nights to "take the sleeping pill." I would even play games with my wife sometimes and tell her early in the day that I was going to take a pill that night, and then when it was time for bed I would change my mind. I would almost laugh when she would try to talk me into taking it. She would get so frustrated those nights and toss and turn almost all night long. A few of those times my wife and I even had sex. It wasn't anything great, but we would both cum and fall asleep.

I am sure my wife and son found times to have sex other than at night. I know my daughter and I did.

As the summer neared the end, our family dynamic was completely dysfunctional. We pretended the best we could to be normal to each other, but you can't do what we were doing and be normal. I knew that my marriage was in trouble. My wife and I hadn't really talked about anything important all summer and we weren't really connecting in the bedroom anymore for obvious reasons. I had to confront my wife soon, but I decided to wait until Dana and Liam went off to college in the fall.

It was the day after Liam left for his senior year of college. Dana had already been at college for a few days. I sat down next to my wife on the couch and turned off the TV.

"Kathy. We need to talk."