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Wait. The incest was OK but she was ashamed of her dirty-talk? Allright! Not good, but not fatal.
"Sarah, come here. Sit on my lap. That was just a game. All part of a game. Baby girl it was in the heat of the moment and it worked for us. At least it worked for me!"
She saw I was smiling. She wiped the last tear away and smiled back. "Jeez Dave. I never said the 'c' word in my life. What was it I said? 'I want my brother's dick in my cunt' or something?"
"It was 'my brother's cock'. But yeah, that was about it!"
She giggled. "We're going to hell!"
"Good. I wouldn't know anybody in the other place."
"Hah hah. Sit tight. I'll get the stew."
She tried to stand but I pulled her back down into my lap and planted a big wet kiss on her lips. She responded. We kissed like that, tongues probing, teeth nibbling at lower lips, for another minute.
"Let me up or the stew will burn."
I released her. She moved two steps, stopped, then turned to bend and whisper in my ear: "Eat it all up like a good boy and maybe I'll let my brother put his cock in his sister's cunt again..."
