Incest GamesChapter 7
Lorena said to her father: "It wasn't rape, dad." He stared down at her, the bedside lamp making harsh lines of light on his tense face. "What the hell do you mean?" She didn't try to cover herself; she wanted him to see her naked body, to run his eyes over the flesh that had grown from his own ejaculated sperm, the body that he had just done such a grand job of fucking. She said, "I came in to your bed because you needed me, but maybe not as much as I needed you. Oh dad, daddy--...