extrem incest

King turned out to be a good dog. He did his job well. Of course we made sure Derek was never around when Cindy needed a good dog fucking. I’d take Derek to the park or to the ball field to watch the older boys practice. King had to be put to sleep when Derek was about six. Cindy was a wreck over it for some time.
Later that same year Cindy announced we were having another baby and after a long summer of “chubber fucking” she gave birth to a beautiful girl, Mandy. Derek was very proud and protective of his baby sister.

“Enoy it while it lasts.” My wife would say,
“They probly be ad eachothuh’s throats in a few years.”
Mandy was almost three when Cindy came to me with a dilema.
“We’re so lucky babe, da kids are healthy and happy. I was so wooied dat one of em would have my hearing loss. it really sucks bein labeled a retahd, I know all about dat.”
She was getting teary eyed, one of her moods was coming on.
I held her on the sofa and rocked her gently.
“I still hate em…I hope he’s dead, I hope my sistuh got away. He got us hooked, you know, on eachother.” She was crying. It had been quite sometime since Cindy went into a hate rant about her father and even longer since she talked about her and her sister sharing his fat monster. One little mouth on the knob while the other’s tounge fluttered around his ass, balls and shaft before switching places. I started to get hard just thinking of the massive hosing that soon followed. Being a family man I came to hate her father as well, but the devil he created in my Cindy is why we fell in love and stayed in love. The contadiction was disturbing.
“Sweetheart, why are you bringing all this up now?” She grew emphatic.
“I said he got us hooked on eachother! Even when he was finished we’d still go on and on!”
“OK, take it easy, why are you freaking out about it now?”
She just sat and sobbed for a bit.
“I need to ask you to change Mandy’s diapuh from now on, we gotta get her poddy-trained, and quick!”
This caught me off guard.
“What the hell does that have to do with…” Then it hit me.
I spoke slow and soft.
“You didn’t…tell me you didn’t!”
She shook her head.
“No, no I didnt do dat…I swear, but I…I…”
“But what?”
She looked into my eyes and sighed.
“I wanted to, so bad, she’s no tiny baby anymore. I’ve been wanting to swoop right down on it, ya know?” It’s so fuckin beautiful.”
Cindy just sat and staired blankly, almost in a shock. Meanwhile I was shaking with fear. Thoughts of cop cars, courtrooms, headlines, and prison flashed through my mind.
“It’s not going to happen.” I began, “We’re going to get you some help!”
“No, I dont want sum fuckin therapist digging around in my scull, and den jackin off the second I leave, no way!”
I thought for a moment.
“You’re right hun, no shrinks, I have a much better idea.”
“What?”
I smiled “Oh yeah, MUCH better!”