Well, Elizabeth hadn't thought of it that way, but she was in no position to argue the fact. She nodded.

His hand seemed to have slid down onto her ass, by mistake.

He was squeezing the taut globes of her ass and his fingers slipped in between her legs. Elizabeth figured that her father was so shaken up by her wicked behavior that he didn't realize where his hand was. It would not be polite to mention it, she reasoned – and, anyhow, it felt nice. His fingers dipped into her cunt slot. She gasped; she was afraid that, if he kept doing that, she was going to come and surely her daddy would think her really, really wicked girl, if she creamed on his hand! "Well, I won't tell your mother," he said. "Oh, thank you, Daddy! I'd be ever so ashamed if mom knew I'd been fucking her brother!"

"Yes – you must feel really embarrassed."

"Oh, I do!" she assured him.

"You'll probably never be able to look me in the eye again…"

His fingers slipped along her parted pussy slot and brushed lightly over her stiff and vibrant cit.

She trembled. She struggled to control her breathing. What would her father think if she suddenly started to pant with passion and flooded his hand with cunt juice?

"Unless…" he said thoughtfully. "Yes, Daddy?" the girl said meekly. "Unless I, too, were guilty of a similar sin," he mused. "That way, if we were both equally guilty, neither of us would have to be embarrassed or ashamed. Right?"

What is he getting at? she wondered. Was he going to tell her he'd fucked his aunt or something?

"That's true, Daddy," she whispered.

"It seems to be the only solution to the problem, Elizabeth. Otherwise, your shame will endure for years. Yes, it's my duty as your father to remove that terrible guilt and remorse. I don't want to, you understand – but, for your sake, daughter, I am willing to commit the sin!"

"What do you mean?" she asked, and now, for the first time, she raised her face from the pillow and looked at her father – and gasped with shook as she saw him take his cock out!