She drew her hand away from her pussy, willing to wait now, her eyes as hot as her cunt.

The door closed softly and footsteps sounded on the floor, moving towards her field of view.

She held her breath, wild with expectation.

C'mon, Jimmy, she silently urged.

Then a figure stepped into her sight.

Her whole nubile body stiffened, her eyes bulged out and her jaw dropped open wide. She stand in astonishment at the intruder moving across the room.

It wasn't her brother who had come so stealthily into Ginny's bedroom – into the trap she had set.

It was Daddy!

And her father went directly to her panty drawer.

Ginny was overwhelmed by shock. Then that shock ebbed away and was replaced by a surge of lust even greater than she had been feeling before.

Her daddy had obviously been there before. It was her father's cum that Ginny had licked from the crotchband of her panties! That sweet slime had sprung from her daddy's paternal prick – the stuff she had found so delicious was the same stuff that had created her. Her head spun and her mind reeled. Incestuous lust for her father was even naughtier than for her brother, she thought – and all the more thrilling because of it!

Ginny almost fainted.

But she fought against it, damned if she was going to black out and miss the show.

Mike Rayburn looked a bit sheepish, as was only proper for a man who had the hots for, his own little girl and had come to spill his spunk in her underwear. But guilt and shame did not deter his desire.

He drew the drawer open – and gulped when he saw, right on the top of the panty pile, a pair of tiny black bikinis that had been worn and not washed.

He took the panties out. They were so wet that they were dripping, and he wondered how long it had been since those sexy bikinis had been clinging to his daughter's cunt.