He had pulled his fingers from her slit and his hand from her breast. Was it really her Daddy who had done this to her? Aunty sex The door to the patio was open and the light was on. “Keeping watching your Mom,” he ordered and he grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. She was naked now and she wanted to turn and see him. She understood that it was her father and the immediate shock had left her, but now she was all too aware of the situation he had caught her in. Sara’s head was practically in the sink and she clutched at the faucet for support, turning the cold tap off and on and loving the feel of the icy water running over her neck and shoulders as her body burned at her father’s touch.




















