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Cassandra looked at her sister, green eyes quivering as her twin returned the look. The Morris sisters appeared so lost right now, unsure of how things should be going in their future. Matthew had just returned from work, heading upstairs to take a shower and relax after his duties. The sisters themselves remained in the kitchen, their pizza sitting between the two of them as this moment of silence settled over them.

Cassandra could see it, could see the absolute lost expression her sister had. Mouth agape, green eyes quivering. Heh, they really were twins, despite their wicked differences.

"Amy..." said the shy bat as she reached over for her twin, hand resting on her shoulder, "What... do we do now?"

That question brought the redhead back to reality, but she still didn't have an answer. Her heart was even racing, afraid of what she should say. Should they go and tell their father first what they had done? Would he be angry? A bit hypocritical of him seeing as how he was sleeping with Amelia herself but... it still felt like they had done something wrong. Heh, like they were little girls again being caught sneaking sweets after desert.

Their hands were in different kinds of honeypots now though.

"Shit... I... I don't really know," Amelia muttered in a frank manner, her eyebrows slant in regret, "We can't just go up to Daddy and be like 'Hey, we fucked together; let's have a threesome...'."

"That... would be... haaa..." Cassandra muttered, before blushing furiously, "No, no! Forget I said anything."

"You... you uh... still wanna have sex with Daddy, don't you?" Amelia asked, causing her sister to nod in a demure manner.

"Would it be wrong if I said... yes?" her shy twin answered, not even attempting to hide this, "I know we've done it to now too, Amy but... I... I'm still so _jealous_of you. If you went up to Daddy and asked him for sex, he'd give it to you. If I did it... he'd probably... he... he would..." she shook her head, "I... I don't know... I don't really know."

Looking back at her sister, Cassandra could see Amelia grinning from cheek to cheek like she had just told a damming secret. It caused the shy bat to swallow her spit in trepidation, wondering just what was going on in her sibling's head. Amelia may not get as many good grades as she did, but the redhead truly excelled at being a sneaky, cunning bat.

And that look in her eye right now? Oooooohhh... sneaky and cunning to the max.

"So... you still wanna have sex with Daddy, huh? Heh heh... I bet," Amelia said, this sassy grin on her lips that made Cassandra uncomfortable, "Do you want me to help you with that?"

That statement caused Cassandra's eyes to grow wide and her ears to stand up on end. She didn't know what to say, instead becoming as silent as a mime. She just looked at her sister, gazing upon that grinning face of hers. Steadily, Cassandra felt her heart beginning to race, picking up faster and faster.

The ball was in her court; she could be the one who decided. But even if she did say 'yes', how would Amelia make it happen? It wasn't like she had their father on a leash and could just make him fuck her whenever he pleased.

Right?

"Caaaaaasssiiiieeeee," Amelia said, snapping the bat back to reality.

"Yes!" she almost immediately responded in a manner a bit too_loud, "I mean... y-yes... yes... I... I want..." looking away, she closed her eyes, "I _want_what you and Daddy have. I want that _too."

The silence that befell them then was thicker than anything Cassandra had ever felt before: whether it be concrete or a tree trunk, steel or platinum. The demure bat felt suffocated, and even gagged a bit as if she was choking on the heavy, heavy air. It caused her to look over, gazing back towards her twin's face.

Amelia was grinning.

"That's_exactly_ what I wanted to hear," she said as she reached over to grab her twin by the wrist, taking Cassandra off guard, "C'mon, c'mon!"

"C-come on? Come on, where?" said the demure bat as she was pulled along with her sister, "And stop that! That hurts, Amy!"

But Amelia wouldn't stop, couldn't stop! Not when her mind was firing on all cylinders like this! A burning and new desire was forming within the redhead, the need to introduce her twin to this taboo and thrilling world she and her father had been apart of for some time now.

So Amelia pulled and pulled, bringing her sister upstairs, much to Cassandra's confusion. She tried to ask her sister what she was doing, but the redhead wasn't answering, instead acting like a woman on a mission. And what was that mission?

Well...

"A-Amy!" Cassandra cried as they entered into their father's bedroom, "Wh-what are we doing in--"

"Shhhhhh!" Amelia replied, "Daddy's still showering; I don't want him to hear us!"

"Huh? Uh... o-okay... hm..."

But that still didn't explain why they were here in the first place! Their father's room - being the master bedroom - was clearly the largest bedroom in the entire home. It was spacious and clean, the bed having even been done, as Matthew did it himself every morning after he woke up. It was something Cassandra herself mirrored, though her bedroom was far more pink and 'girly', in all honesty. Matthew's room was gray and black, ever so professional and serious as befitting a businessman such as himself.

Just as Amelia said, their father was currently showering in the master bathroom. Steam was flowing through the door, the sound of it echoing out, as well as their father's voice as he hummed so casually to himself. Cassandra swallowed her spit at the sight and sound of it, while Amelia continued tugging her own towards...

"Here!"

"Here? Here where?" Cassandra asked back in confusion.

And much to her further confusion, Amelia's answer was her hand pointing towards their father's... closet. It was a wide closet, one with shutters that a person could easily gaze through. Opening it up, Amelia revealed its neatly folded and hanging clothes, as well as a space big enough to house a person in. It caused Cassandra's heart to pick up in speed, as she knew immediately what her twin was up to.

"Aaaammmyyyyy!" she babbled, fear already taking over her.

"No, no! Go in!" Amelia said as she began pushing her demure twin into the closet, "Just go in and--"

"And what? Amy!?" Cassandra replied, greatly confused by all of this.

"Just go in and... watch," the redhead said simply as she gave her sister a calming smile, "Just... watch... and don't come out, no matter what happens."

Silenced by her twin's words, Cassandra watched as the door to the wide closet was closed shut, basking her in darkness with the only light coming through the small gaps before her. Speaking of which, she could gaze through the gaps and see perfectly into the room. She remembered when she was a young girl, hiding behind closet doors and gazing through their little slits in games of hide and seek. The perfect play to hide and spy, she always felt.

But now, it was taking on a more lewd connotation to it.

Ears twitching, Cassandra could hear their father finally finishing up his shower. The rushing water stopped, the twisting water spout knob echoed out, and their father's humming died to give way to more relaxed groans. Slowly he made way over towards his towel rack, drying off his body before switching over to grab his bathrobe. Clothing himself in its soft and white fabrics, he emerged from his bathroom, causing steam to flow out all around him.

"Aww yeah... check it!"

Matthew's brown eyes shot forward, falling on Amelia as she stood before him in his bedroom. She was in such a sassy pose, performing a peace sign with her fingers as one hand sat on her hips. It was flashy and bombastic, meant to draw eyes and attention to her; the norm when it comes to Amelia. But from Matthew, all she got was a rather indifferent look in his eyes.

"Amelia... what are you doing?" he asked, his face growing rather long.

"What? Daddy, don't say that!" Amelia replied, her head shaking, "You looked so tired after work... here, why don't I help you relax?"

"Haaa... don't make it sound like it's for me," Matthew replied as he slowly shook his head, "You were feeling horny, and you wanted to sleep with me."

"Well... maybe but..." walking up to him, she placed her hands on his chest to gently knead him, "I don't like seeing you so tired and stressed out, Daddy. Why don't you let me help you with that, hm?"

Giving him a cutesy wink of the eye, Amelia also smiled in an attempt to warm her father and break through the facade he had on. It was stone like and unbreakable... well, unbreakable to anyone that wasn't his daughters, anyway. Just a few touches, some stroking of his wet fur here and there, and she had him relaxing, despite his hardened stature.

"Where's Cassandra?" he asked, his expression one of concern.

"Cass is okay," Amelia answered, "She was tired today, so she turned in early after we ate dinner."

"Hmm... maybe I should check up on her," Matthew said as he looked at the door, "She's been a bit... distant as of late. I'm not used to her acting like this..."

"Mmm, Daddy, promise, Cass is okay," said the redhead, "I think - between you and me - Cassandra _likes_someone. That's all."

"Likes... someone?" Matthew repeated, astonished by this information.

And, yeah, Cassandra was astonished by this as well. Who did she like? Well, other than her father, obviously enough! It actually took the demure teen a bit to realize that Amelia was just trying to take her father's mind off of the situation of trying to find her, since she was currently hiding in his closet without him knowing this.

"Hm... you liking boys... I was prepared for that," Matthew muttered in a thoughtful manner, "I don't know if I'm prepared for Cassandra to start dating. She's never showed much - if any - interest in boys so... so... hmm..." he shrugged his shoulders, "M-maybe I should leave that to you. Can you... uh... figure out if Cassandra likes anyone? I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Heh heh! Of course, Daddy," Amelia said whilst grinning, "I'll ask Cass if she likes anyone. Hey, at least you don't have to worry about me, though..." she closed her eyes and pursed her lips, getting close to his face, "You know who I like... who I love, right?"

Seeing her puckering face looking up at him caused Matthew to smile, his hands moving up to lay upon Amelia's shoulders. Gently kneading them, the mature wolf smiled back. Eyes closing shut of his own, he moved in, taking his daughter into such a soft kiss. A soft kiss he increased as his lips moved open her lips, and his tongue slid inside. She graciously granted him entrance, not even hesitating to return the sordid kiss of spit and tongues.

Cassandra watched for the umpteenth time as they kissed one another, holding and hugging one another close like lovers. To think that those lips pressing into one another... she had also tasted from them. Amelia's lips in particular. She still remembered the sordid, incestuous kiss they shared... among _other_things.

Shivers of delight were beginning to ruminate through Cassandra's body, her ears and wings twitching. Already the heat and rush between her legs were growing strong, the sight of her father and sister kissing one another both being so familiar yet still so taboo. And that taboo thrill only drove Cassandra to desire more.

Slowly, Matthew and Amelia's kiss came to an end, the angle of sight Cassandra had now allowing her to see the expression of pure lust that took her sibling's face. She didn't know what it was like to kiss her father, but considering how Amelia always appeared shaken after making out with him was astonishing to say the least.

The redhead's ears were twitching, her mouth opened wide as white-hot breaths flowed from it. Those green eyes of hers also looked up to her father, not breaking the line of sight from his brown eyes. He appeared more calm, more in control, though even his breathing was picking up in pace.

Amelia - hungry and needy for her father - reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, just to pull herself into his face again. As she did so, he slightly lost balance, falling back on the bed as they began kissing so furiously. Cassandra continued to gaze through the holes of the closet door, watching as her father and sister tongue wrestled so viciously there before her. This was different from before though, different from all the other times she spied them doing such a thing. Before, Cassandra was sure that no one was aware of her watching them, but this time, Amelia knew full well.

So... was her sister just showing off? Or was this really the throes of passion driving her? Cassandra really couldn't tell.

Regardless, Amelia was resting on her father's body, gently kissing him with her eyes closing shut in such desire and hunger. Hungry lips pressing up to hungry lips, lurid moans escaping the both of them. They made no attempts to hide their arousal and desire for one another, their bodies pressing against each other as their arms clung close. More muffled moans slipped through the gaps of their lips, and all for Cassandra's voyeuristic pleasure.

The heat between her legs had built up to a fever pitch now, forcing the black-haired bat to reach down between her thighs. Gently she started stroking her cunt, sliding her hand up and down along her pussy as the warmth and heat of it all built. Cassandra could still taste Amelia on her own tongue... but now, she was desiring something...else.

Something Amelia was working towards.

The redhead began kissing down her father's body, adoring it like it was something of perfection. Her eyes remained closed, with lust being the primary driver of her passionate exchanges. Touching his body, kissing his body, licking his body, all whilst moving down. Her touches garnered deep moans from his lips, while his manhood began to stir, pitching a tent within his robes.

Undoing the sash of said robes, Amelia loosened the garment so that his piping-red cock could be seen by all. And with the way she was positioned, it was like her sibling was purposefully flaunting their father's cock right for Cassandra's viewing pleasure. Of that, the demure teen was positive. Her father was sitting on the edge of the bed right before the wide closet, his legs spread out wide as his throbbing cock stood so tall, so erect, so hard, so long, so fucking_delicious_.

"Hrrmmph..."

Damn. It took everything in Cassandra's power to not moan loud right there.

Amelia's eyes honed in on their father's cock, watching it throb and stand tall between them like it was doing now. Placing her hand upon his length, she began to gently jerk his length off, garnering a moan from his lips. Her green eyes remained locked on her father's penis however, watching it throb and twitch within her hand. Mouth opening wide, she at first began to kiss upon the side of her father's member, before extending her tongue to slowly lick along the side of his cock. From the knot to the tip and back again, Amelia ran her tongue along the side of her father's cock, and in perfect viewing position for her twin.

To imagine. That monstrous dick. Her sister took it in her on an almost daily basis. Just looking at it stand tall and proud like this kinda_hurt_. But it hurt in a_good_ way. Was it obvious that - aside from what she had done with her sister earlier that day - Cassandra was still a virgin? She wondered if having sex with her father would hurt. The first time surely would, right? Did it hurt Amelia when they first did it?

It was scary to be sure - the idea of losing one's virginity - but also so thrilling at the same time. And to have it be one's own father on top of that? Oooohh... Cassandra was grinning at such a sordid, sinful, taboo thought. Yes, that's what she wanted. She wanted her father to have her.

When did she become like this?

Cassandra's bathrobe parted open gently, revealing her body beneath as she grabbed a hold upon one of her breasts. A sliver of drool hanging from her lip, the bespectacled bat began to tweak one of her nipples with one hand whilst stroking her fingers along her pussy with the other. She was panting, but they were so low, they went by inaudible. Not only that, but the sound of Amelia's slicking tongue further drowned out those noises.

Up and down, up and down, Matthew watched the tongue of his beloved daughter as she licked the side of his throbbing cock. Honestly, he wasn't expecting sex after the shower, but he had to remember Amelia had the libido of a teenage girl. No, no, he'd argue she had a greater libido than that! Regardless, sometimes the wolf found himself having to keep up with his energetic daughter.

Sometimes.

There's one thing Amelia certainly lacked in comparison to her father. And that...

"Huh?"

Was_strength_.

"MMMFFFFFF!?"

Much to Cassandra's surprise, Matthew had suddenly grabbed the back of Amelia's head, and - in an act she had never seen before - shoved his daughter's mouth down on his cock. The redhead's eyes were wide, her mouth full of throbbing wolf cock as her green eyes stared up towards her father. Some light tears were swelling in her eyes but... it was clear that it wasn't from pain.

No, quite the opposite.

Cassandra couldn't see the face of absolute lust her twin had as she laid attached to their father's cock. All she got was a good view of Amelia's ass as it was pushed out towards her, and how her wings flapped in such an erratic motion. But that tail - ever the view into her inner feelings - was wagging furiously.

Cassandra had never seen their father be so forceful with Amelia before during the few times she watched them fuck. But this right here, the way she gripped the back of his head, holding it so tightly and forcing her on his dick... did it hurt? And if it did hurt, why did that make Cassandra even wetter?

Gritting his teeth, Matthew began to pump his hand up and down, forcing his daughter along the full gamut of his cock. Amelia's lips sucked hard on his dick, sliding up and down as she looked up towards him in such a lewd, submissive manner. She didn't move, her hands sitting between her legs as she did her best to suck her daddy's cock.

Her tongue slicked and licked along it, not slacking up in her duties despite the fact that he was using her mouth like his very own onahole. Spit oozed all over his length from the tip to the knot as Amelia was really acting like a trained slut right now, even relaxing her mouth and throat so that her father could penetrate her easier. To Cassandra's surprise, her twin had the ability to even deepthroat_their father's cock. It wasn't viewable from her end, but her twin's throat was _bulging as she took in that titanic length.

"Hrrrmmmg..."POP! "Haaaah! Haaaah! HACK!? ACKH! KACK!"

The sound of Amelia coughing bounced out into the air when she was pulled off of her father's throbbing dick. Spit, precum and sweat hung from her lips and extending to his length in thick bridges, her lips so pouty and puffy. Amelia's expression was like that of pure lust, her green eyes wide, her cheeks red, and white-hot breaths escaping her lips as she panted so heavily.

"Haaaahhhnnn! Daaadddyyyyy," she groaned, "I feel so... lightheaded... haaaahh..."

"Amelia..." he whispered back briefly.

Cassandra didn't get it; what was Amelia's game? Why had she brought her here and hid her inside of the closet? What did she gain from this? Did she just want her to watch them fuck... like, again?

No... there was something else to it.

"Don't you like what I'm wearing, Daddy?" Amelia asked as she clung to her father's shoulders, pulling herself up so that she could sit in his lap, "My bathrobe..."

"Yesss," he replied as he looked down towards the cleavage of her bathrobe, "I do..."

Amelia was testing her.

"I know you love watching me run around in it... hmm... or maybe..." she cocked her head, "Perhaps I should jaunt around the house in my bikini more?"

"But what about--"

Amelia was taunting her.

"Cass? Hmm... haaa... Daddy. I'm so hot for you..." the redhead muttered, shifting the conversation away from her twin and back to herself, "Can't you feel it?"

"Mmm... I can feel it..."

Amelia was teaching her.

Matthew's hand slowly moved up, shifting and sliding into his daughter's bathrobe so that he could grab a hold of one of her tits. He palmed it gently, before squeezing his hand in over the succulent orb. His pressure garnered moans from the redhead, which filled the bedroom and rumbled about within Cassandra's ears. To watch her father grope her sister, building up towards their sexual tryst, sent thrilling shivers down the demure bat's spine. She had seen it so many times before, but this time, there was a different connotation to them.

Because Amelia knew.

Mouth opening wide, Matthew suddenly took Amelia's tit into her mouth. She moaned from the feeling as her father's wet and warm mouth began oozing all around her erect nipple and areola. He had a hungrier suckle in comparison to Cassandra, who had done the same thing earlier that day. To think she'd be able to compare her father and her sister when it came to sexual acts; such a sinful thought.

His tongue, so broad and rough, slicked and slapped along her bosom, drenching it in spit. His hands then shifted up to her shoulders, sliding into her bathrobe to further pull and loosen it from her body. It fell to the floor soon after, revealing Amelia in her full, naked glory, her pussy getting wetter and wetter.

"Nnnghh! Haaahhnn...! Please, Daddy... d-don't tease me," Amelia groaned in a begging, pleading manner, which caused Matthew to look up into her eyes, "Fuck me, Daddy... haaaa... fuck me so hard..."

His mouth left her tit then, those brown eyes tracking her face in such a leering, dominating, possessive manner. It was a powerful and harsh gaze, one that made Amelia's heart race faster than it already was. Before she could speak about it, her father grabbed her by the shoulder, where he threw her to the bed and on her back.

An soft, audible gasp left Cassandra's mouth; she had never seen her father be so violent before. Just like with that forceful blowjob, Matthew was exhibiting a bit of strength that caused Amelia to whimper in submission. Once again, she whimpered in_submission_.

But the whimper was not one of fear or apprehension. No, no, Amelia was_smiling_. It was a kooky smile, her cheeks were hot and red, and her green eyes were trembling. Oh, she knew what was coming soon, and there was nothing in the world she wanted more than this.

Her father was positioned above her, her legs opened wide with his cock aiming towards her cunt. Those southern lips were twitching, her clit throbbing, and it was all so very wet. She wanted this, she wanted this so much! But more importantly, she wanted Cassandra to see this.

Their father was more than just their father. Hell, he was more than just a_wolf_. Matthew was a_man_, and if Cassandra wanted what they had, she'd need to see that of him. She'd need to see Matthew the way Amelia saw him each and every day.

He was their father. And he was a man. A virile, potent, _powerful_man. Heh... that bullshit with alphas and omegas, pack mentality, or whatever have you, yeah, Amelia always saw it as nothing but crap. But whenever her father looked like this... she couldn't help but to believe in it, at least a tiny bit.

His cock took aim with her cunt, Amelia looking down between them with her green eyes wide and her chest rising with anticipation. Suddenly Matthew slammed his hands down, causing her to yip as she was pinned beneath his massive, powerful body. Once again, it sent thrilling sensations down her spine, her excitement building and building until finally...

"Haaa... Dadddyyy! Nnngh...! S-stop teasing me..."

His cock was pressing and sliding along the entrance to her womanhood, purposefully taunting him with his massive dick. Staring at his face, she could see him grinning at her, as if he himself knew just how naughty he was being. Amelia chuckled in response, stopping only when Matthew's grip on the bed sheets beside her grew tight. And once they did...

"Hrrrnnnnghhh!!!"

Their father's dick slowly pushed into her pussy, spearing and spreading her apart whilst also stroking along her most sensitive areas. Amelia let her moans flow from her mouth shamelessly, not even attempting to hide it as they grew higher and higher in pitch. His cock was so mighty, pushing in deeper even when she clenched down with her thighs and cunt. It didn't matter; he took what he wanted to take, and she was just along for the ride.

And damn, what an amazing ride that was.

Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so warm. It clung to him in such a unique manner, making movement difficult, but not impossible. The knot of his dick pressed up to the entrance of her pussy, and with a good thrust, he could easily shove all of it inside of her. But Matthew didn't, no, not at first.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

In and out, he drove his cock into her tight pussy, causing moans to drift from his daughter's mouth. Amelia made no attempts to hide it, just letting her head tip towards the ceiling and moan out loud. His cock was so amazing, pushing in deep and sliding out at such an immaculate pace. Her hands - tiny in comparison - pressed up against the broad chest of her dear father, exploring his pecs and marveling at his form.

Cassandra was doing likewise. Her father was so tall, so masculine, so amazing, so... erotic. When she pleasured herself, she imagined him doing it in such a gentle, kind manner. She was new to this; he wouldn't want to hurt her. But the Matthew she saw now - the man she saw now - was something else entirely.

Amelia's arms reached up and clung to her father's broad shoulders and neck, holding him tightly as he continued driving his cock into her pussy. Thrust after thrust, his manhood pushed in deeper and deeper. His weighty impacts made those perky tits of hers bounce and forced moans from out of her lips, all while Cassandra watched with unflinching eyes.

A giant wolf. Breeding a teenage girl. Haaaaaaahhhnnn... drool was hanging from Cassandra's mouth.

"GAHN!!!"

Amelia arched her back as her father struck a particularly lusty part of her body. Her mind was ebbing and flowing, with her forgetting why she was doing this in the first place. The sex was so amazing, she was losing track of reality. Just pleasure. Pure, raw, animal-like pleasure.

"Harder! Haaahnnn! Harder!" she cried, "Hah?"

Suddenly Mathew grabbed her face, her cheek resting perfectly in his palm. Looking up towards the wolf that had her captured, the bat shivered yet again. Her father had her trapped, and his touch was like that of an appraiser, searching her for some semblance of value or worth. Amelia's eyes had this dark, lusty glow to them, and her panting breaths shot hot air over his thumb. His thumb that was currently stroking along her face. It traced along her lips, causing Amelia to scramble in an attempt kiss it. Yes, she kissed his thumb, eyes lidded as she even licked it gently. Then she pulled it in, sucking on his thumb whilst giving him a demure, submissive look.

Damn. She was so hot and horny!

PAT!

"HAAAHHNNN!"

The sudden thrust caused Amelia's eyes to widen, her mouth agape with shock and surprise. Reaching down, Matthew grabbed Amelia by the shoulder, where he twisted and turned her around. The bat moaned and groaned on her father's dick, before being put into the perfect position for what she had in mind.

Her back was facing towards her father, her ass raised up high. Amelia reached around, grabbing upon her firm posterior and giving it a taunting squeeze. Like some beast driven by lust and desire, Matthew grabbed a hold of his daughter's ass, squeezing it tightly and causing such a lurid moan to escape her.

"Haaa fuck," she groaned, "Aaahhnn..."

Her father's cock began tapping upon her ass, watching it rumble before he took aim yet gain with her cunt. So nice and tight, young and pink. The end of his tapered dick finally pressed up against her folds, triggering a grunt from within her. Mere seconds later, his cock started pressing and pushing inside of her, separating herself yet again, though the intense pressure still made it feel so amazing. Her cunt opening up, taking in her father's length, all the way to the top of his knot and nothing more.

Not at first.

With a slow yet firm touch, Matthew's hands gripped upon Amelia's thin waist, holding her in place. For a moment she looked at her father from over her shoulder, leering at his overbearing and domineering presence. Tingles of excitement flowed through her from it, followed by a sheepish laugh. Head turning slowly, Amelia's green eyes stared at the wide closet before her, meeting Cassandra's eyes as well.

The two stared at one another, and all of time seemed to come to a halt. Cassandra had seen it before, but now, there was nothing to obstruct the view other than the few blind spots of the closet's door. She could see Amelia's face as it looked so...

Lewd.

Her cheeks were red and hot, spit was dribbling from her lips, and her eyes were half lidded. This was what Cassandra was missing each and every time they fucked; the lust. She had only seen glimpses of Amelia's face within the throes of passion, but to see it now was like gazing upon a pristine picture. Flawless. Perfect. Amazing.

Lustful.

"Haaaahhhnn...!"

"AHHHHN!?"

Matthew thrusted suddenly, sending his cock roaring through Amelia's pussy and forcing such a loud scream from her lips. Her green eyes went from lidded to wide in an instant, her face full of surprise. But Matthew wasn't done, no no, he was far from done.

PAT!

"AAHHHHH!!!"

Another thrust, this one with so much power, it forced spit to fly from Amelia's mouth. Cassandra pulled away in the closet door, astonished by the face her sister had as well as the strength her father was using. They've had rougher sex before, but never like this. Those impacts were so loud they rumbled in her ears, so heavy the bed shook, and so good Amelia looked insane.

"Haaah! Haaah! Dadddyyyy!" PAT! "FUCK!?"

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

Without a care in the world, Matthew began pounding his dick in and out of his daughter's pussy with such reckless abandon. Cassandra watched too. She watched as that thick, long, red, lupine cock slid in and out of her twin's cunt, his hips blurring with speed. He was making an absolute mess of Amelia's pussy, forcing it wider and wider without a care in the world for her own well being.

And from the looks of things, that's exactly what Amelia wanted.

The redheaded bat looked absolutely fucked. Every thrust into her pussy caused her eyes to rock and roll without control, her mouth open wide as drool and spit fell from it. Screams and moans came out of her endlessly, for the ability to make sentences had been lost from her for the time being.

What Cassandra saw now was not her sister and father having such taboo sex in his bedroom. No... no... what she saw right now was male and female beasts, fucking like animals in the wild. The shear look of whorish desire and submissive obedience on Amelia's face was as clear as day to Cassandra. Normally her twin was her usual sassy self during sex, even if she did look lewd and slutty. But right now? If Matthew told her to jump off the roof of their home right now, Cassandra had no doubt in her mind that that Amelia would do it without a moment's notice.

Just... what is this?

"AH!?"

Amelia's sudden cry brought Cassandra back to reality, her face pressing and straining against the closet door to take in every moment of what was happening. Matthew's cock was like that of a piston, pounding and thrusting into his daughter's cunt as his knot slapped up against her entrance. Every strike beat her defenses down, weakening her and widening her up, preparing her for his eventual knot.

Wider and wider and wider, while her father gripped her waist harder and harder. Even the nails of his claws began to squeeze and push down on her flesh, keeping her in place as his cock pounded in harder and harder and harder and harder and harder until finally...

"GAHHHH!"

So big! So thick! All in her tiny, lithe body. Amelia's eyes grew crossed, spit flying from her mouth as his knot finally slipped right into her tight cunt. It was so big, so bulbous, it even formed a visible bump in her flesh where it laid. Had her father gotten bigger, or was she just going insane? Amelia couldn't even tell what was up and what was down anymore.

Inflating, Matthew's knot kept them bound, escape all but impossible. Amelia even pulled up, tugging on his cock and causing a sure of pleasure to course through the both of them. Then they just sat there, panting, moaning, groaning, the seconds going on for what felt like an eternity until finally...

"Hoouuuu!"

"Haaaahhnnn!"

Amelia screwed her face shut, moaning deeply as her father began cumming into her pussy. It all flowed into her, and with that knot in the way, it would stay there. Amelia's eyes opened as the warmth of life filled her, going from so intense to so content in the blink of an eye. Then her legs crossed, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, and a tremble rocked through her. Amelia started cumming herself, juices flowing upon her father's cock and further staining the bed sheets beneath them.

And thus, another sordid, taboo tryst came to an end.

Still panting, Amelia suddenly found the thick arm of her father wrapping around her waist. She was pulled back then, laying right into his lovely, broad chest. His knot would keep them bound, but his arms would keep her held in such a loving embrace.

"Haaaaahnnn... Daddy..." Amelia moaned as she snuggled and nuzzled herself closer to her father, melting in his adoring embrace.

Gone were the animals that fucked on that bed; here were Amelia and Matthew, holding each other like any father would do his child. Cassandra watched, her fingers slowly pulling from her puffy pussy as her juices oozed down it. How many times would she masturbate to the sight of them; it was getting out of hand! And to make matters worse, that spurn of jealous and envy had returned.

But no... no... this time, Cassandra knew what to do. Now... how the hell was she supposed to get out of this closet without her father knowing? Oh no! Was she going to have to wait until he went to sleep!? Dammit, Amelia!

...

It was strange what went through Cassandra when her father went to sleep.. So strange and so bizarre. What made it this way? A moment of clarity flowed through her.

What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck was going on in her life now?

They did that, didn't they? They had sex, didn't they? She and her sister... they... they did something sisters should never do. Something family members should never do. Something twins should never do.

They had sex with one another. She tasted from her twin's pussy, and her sister did likewise. She kissed her sister like lovers do, with tongues twisting and dancing. She felt her sister finger her, bringing her to orgasm with those talented fingers. Fuck, both she and her sister also licked and sucked upon each others' breasts in some heated, horny, lustful sex act.

They both did things and said things they shouldn't have done. Things that still racked the bat's body. Things that still danced in her head and ears.

Amelia... she said she was jealous of her body. Her twin was jealous... of _her?_It was so impossible to imagine. And that - of all things - stuck out in her mind more than anything else.

Cassandra was still in her father's closet, stuck there after Amelia and Matthew's tryst. The shy bat's entire body was shaking, the sexual engagement still quaking her form. The sex was erotic, their actions so lewd, the moments so hungry and lustful, their actions replaying in her mind over and over again. Cassandra's world was turned upside down. Heh, much like the first time she saw Amelia and Matthew sleeping together.

But Cassandra wanted it, and she was going to get it.

There was no turning back now.

Eaaaarrr...

"Hey Cass, you up?"

Looking up, Cassandra's eyes befell her twin sister. Amelia stood at the entrance to the closet, her bathrobe lazily dressed on her body as she appeared so hot and sweaty. Hey, sex'll do that to you, especially when you have such amazing sex.

"Amy..." whispered the demure bat as she took her twin's hand, "Is... uh... D-Daddy...?"

"Yeah, he's sleeping," Amelia whispered back before gesturing for the door, "C'mon! We don't wanna wake him up!"

Scurrying like they were toddlers once again, the Morris twins slipped out of their father's bedroom and into the hall. Amelia even made sure to close the door behind her, before tugging Cassandra along with her towards the demure bat's room. Once they entered inside, she turned on the lights and immediately gave out a laugh.

"Hah hah hah! Haaaaah! Haaaah! Haaaa! That was awesome, wasn't it?" Amelia asked as she looked at her sister.

But Cassandra was naturally shaken by what she saw. Should she call it awesome? Should she be sickened by it? And what of these feelings she herself still had towards her own sexual experience with Amelia? It was clear that - despite everything - Cassandra was still unsure of what she should do.

It showed on her face, and Amelia easily read it. Cassandra may have been docile and shy, but apparently, she was just as hardheaded as her twin. The redhead had already accepted things, had already accepted that their family could no longer be 'normal'. But Cassandra - be it from trepidation or anxiety - just couldn't accept it. Not at first.

"Cass..." Amelia said as she laid her hand on her twin's hand, concern blatant in her voice, "You're still... what... you _don't_like this?"

"It's not that... it's... it's... haaa..."

She looked away from her sister, not really sure what she should say or do. All of this was happening so fast; shouldn't they slow down and make decisions with a more level head? Then again, she didn't have a level head when she gleefully had her first sexual experience with her twin. What did they do now? What was life now? What was up? What was down? How was she supposed to deal with these feelings inside of her?

Like all things in life, Cassandra wanted guidance. She wanted help in making a decision she wasn't sure of. Help from her father, or her mother, or - in this case - her sister. She looked at Amelia, seeing the consoling face she had, while all she could give back was an expression of need. She needed help. She _needed_help!

And Amelia knew this. Amelia knew her sister wanted help but... she wasn't sure if she herself could give it to her. She could see it in Cassandra's eyes; the desire to partake in this forbidden fruit even more. Through the gaps of that closet door, she saw her sister's eyes brim with lust, envy, jealousy, and desire. Hell, the way Cassandra touched her body back when they had sex also showed this. So why was she turning back now?

Why was Cassandra being such a coward?

No. Amelia refused. She refused to let Cassandra turn her back on something that could make their lives change for the better. The redhead had no doubts of that, had no doubt that - once Cassandra admitted to her feelings - the Morris family could become something so great! But she wouldn't force Cassandra to make that choice either.

Not directly, anyway.

"Maybe... we should get some sleep, Cass," Amelia said as she pulled back from her sister, "We still got school in the morning, and Dad'll have my ass, even if he literally fucks it..."

"A-Amy..." groaned the demure bat from such a statement, though she agreed that maybe they should get some sleep.

"And... Cass?" said the redhead as she opened the door.

"Yeah, Amy?"

"I love you..."

"I love you too..."

...

Desire. Hunger. Need. Damn, she was masturbating even _now?_When had she become such a nymphomaniac?

Gently Cassandra kneaded her breast, her shirt pulled up by her mouth as she bit on it to keep it open. Her fingers below plunged into her throbbing pussy while her face turned red with such sensual, needy desire. All around her were the porcelain walls and stalls of the school bathroom; clean, pristine, and free of any sort of dirt and grime.

To think she'd be searching for pleasure in a place such as this. In and out, her finger scraped along the velvety walls of her womanhood, pulling and tugging on those dirty areas of hers. She could no longer find her g-spot despite discovering days ago, and that really made it hard to bring herself to climax. Fortunately, the bathrooms were empty this time of day.

All she needed to do was focus on school work, to listen and learn from her teacher. It was Friday, meaning she'd have the rest of today, Saturday and Sunday to deal with whatever problems she had within. But her newfound lusts seemed to have other ideas, spurning her to ask for the bathroom amid her math lecture. Which is how Cassandra found herself here, locked away in the last stall on this side of the girl's room, fingering herself furiously to bring about a much needed climax.

Her mind was awash with thoughts of those animals yesterday; of Amelia and Matthew fucking like beasts. How her father treated Amelia so brutally, and how her twin wanted him to abuse her more. They weren't making love like man and woman, just fucking like shear beasts, and that only drove Cassandra to desire more.

What if her father did to her what he did to Amelia? What if he fucked her against the bed like some wild beast? What would that do to a person like Cassandra? Break her? Would he and his body break her into pieces? And if so... why did that thought feel so_good!?_

"Haaaaahh! Cumming! Nnnghhh! C-Cumming! Haaaaahhnnn!"

Eeaaarr!!! Tap... tap... tap...

The sounds caused Cassandra's entire body to immediately freeze up. She was right there, just on the cusp of climaxing when someone entered the bathroom. Naturally, she was afraid someone would find her, discovering the fact that she was masturbating on school property. What would that mean for her and her (admittedly small) popularity? If Amelia was caught masturbating on school property, it wouldn't be so big. Cassandra on the other hand? People would never stop talking about it! She'd never live it down!

Then again, speaking of Amelia...

Fwip!

"AH!?"

Cassandra reeled back on the toilet seat, her eyes gazing up to fall upon... her own eyes. Standing before her like a mirrored alter ego was Amelia, her green eyes in a sharp gaze and her lips in a sassy grin. Cassandra grew as pale as the moon as she sat face to face with her twin, her skirt pulled up, her panties down, her breasts out in the open, and her fingers buried in her pussy. She was in such utter disbelief of the situation, she couldn't even speak.

Amelia could.

"Heh... don't mind if I do," said the redhead as she walked in towards her twin, closing the stall door behind her as she did so.

"What? Amelia, what are you doing!? HUH!?"

The redhead said not a word as she placed her hands on the undersides of Cassandra's thighs, just to push them up. Much to the demure bat's surprise, her feet were suddenly dangling in the air above her head, with her pussy facing her sister's lustful face. Amelia didn't even say a word, she just looked at her twin's hot, throbbing cunt, licking her lips in a hungry manner, and then...

"Nomph!"

"AAAHHH!?"

With the hunger of a starving woman, Amelia attacked Cassandra's cunt without hesitation. Her lips pressed up to the lips of her twin, sucking and slurping on her labia while her tongue thrashed at her slit. Cassandra's eyes grew as wide as lights as her sister performed such intense oral upon her cunt, smearing her face with her twin's nectar. The redhead kept her sister's legs opened, that pussy straining against her face as her tongue slicked and licked along those sensitive folds.

And damn were they so sensitive, trembling as the rough tongue of her twin stroked along her pussy. Cassandra's expression grew intense, moans and groans escaping her lips, and her clit throbbing so furiously. Amelia even moved up as she licked her twin's pussy, shifting up towards her clit where her lips sealed around it. Cassandra was not ready.

"HRRRNNNNNGHHHH!!! AAAMMMMMYYY!!!"

Having her clit sucked on like her nipple, the demure bat was pushed even more to the brink of insanity. Amelia wasn't finished yet; she was going to make it explosive! So while she licked and suckled on the topside of Cassandra's cunt, her fingers took aim with the entrance to her folds. The shy bat may have been sexually nubile, but Amelia was anything but. Her target acquired, Amelia pulled her fingers back...

"AHHHHHHNNN!!!"

And pushed them right in!

Her slender fingers barged into her twin's pussy, sliding deep inside to nearly touch upon her core, but instead hitting a barrier. Oh, right, Cassandra was still a virgin. Well, sliding around this part of her boy was just good enough.

Hands reaching down in response, the demure gripped Amelia's head, clinging to her desperately in an attempt to quell her raging hormones. All the while, the redhead's fingers writhed about within her cunt like a wiggling snake. It stroked, pressed and rubbed against all of Cassandra's more sensitive areas, more specifically her g-spot.

Yeah, of course Amelia could find it. They were twins; they had the_same_ spot.

"HAAAANNNGHHHHHH!!!"

Between the licking to her clit, the place they were in, and how Amelia was striking her g-spot, it was anyone's guest how Cassandra lasted this long. She wouldn't last much longer.

"Haaaah! Haaaaahhhnnn! Aaaaahhhnn! Haaaaahhh! Haaaahhhh! AAAHHHHHGGNNN!!!"

Amelia's eyes closed shut as a blast of her sister's juices suddenly squirted all over her face. The redhead didn't hesitate either, for she graciously slurped up her twin's fluids like it was the sweetest honey. Moans flowed from Cassandra as she melted into nothing but a mass of flesh on the pristine toilet seat. And as she gasped and groaned in an attempt to catch her breath, Amelia merely rose up to her feet, her tongue licking her lips clean of Cassandra's cum while her green eyes shot her saucy glare.

"Mmm... you tasted great, Cass... more please."

"A... Ammyyyyy," groaned the shy bat, her eyes focusing on her twin.

Was this life for them now? The line of siblings had already been crossed between them, so what's the difference between this and casual sex in their future? Was it wrong? And if it was wrong... why did it feel so good?

Cassandra felt that seed of conflict once again take route within her, doubly so within this post-coitus clarity. Looking up at her twin, she wondered how Amelia could keep pushing on despite everything. What they were doing just... wasn't normal, just... wasn't right. And no matter what, Cassandra couldn't shake herself of such a feeling.

"Hey Cass... you okay?" Amelia asked, head cocked to one side, "My oral... it was good, right?"

"Y-yes but..." the bespectacled bat replied whilst standing, even cradling herself in some attempt to cover her half-naked body, "Haaa... Amy..." her eyes began trembling, "Don't you think... don't you think that this is... wrong?"

"Is this... wrong?" replied the redhead with an eyebrow raised, "What makes this wrong?"

"What do you mean 'what makes this wrong'!?" Cassandra shouted back, almost as if she were slapped in the face, "Amelia. We. Are.SISTERS! We shouldn't be doing the things we're doing! And you and Daddy... you and..." she looked away, blushing furiously, "It's all so very... so very very wrong."

"Tch... but it doesn't feel wrong," Amelia replied with a simple shrug of her shoulders, "So what? We're sisters. We love each other, right?" she tapped Cassandra on the shoulder, "That's_all_ that should matter then, shouldn't it?"

"But... isn't it wrong? Shouldn't we feel terrible about this?"

"We've both done this consensually, didn't we? And whenever I fuck Daddy, it's not like he's making me do it... if anything," she grinned, "I sleep with Daddy more because I want to. Besides..." she tapped her sister on the shoulder once again, "It's not like you don't want this either."

"Oh... I do..." Cassandra admitted, "But I shouldn't want this. This is wrong. I should hate it... but I don't. I want more. And yet I don't want more. I just... I just... I just..."

"Look, Cass, I'm not gonna force you to do something you don't want to do," Amelia stated whilst crossing her arms, "But you know what Dad and I have been doing, and even you and I have already fucked so..." she shook her head, "Look... if you want things to stop now, things can stop now. We can even pretend nothing's happened between us, and everything can go back to normal. I'll even be a bit more secretive with Daddy. But if I were to say it..." she smiled at her twin, "I'd want nothing more than for you to join Daddy and I..." she then grinned from cheek to cheek, "We'll just be one big, happy family! Or uh... even more happy of a family than we already are."

"Haaa... it's just so simple for you, huh?" Cassandra replied as she shot herself an annoyed glare, "H-how did you and Daddy even start this, anyway? You haven't even told me that yet!"

"Oh, I haven't? Weelll..."

RING! RING! RING!

"Oh! There's the bell! Welp, I'll tell ya later, Cass," Amelia said as she pulled back, even giving her twin a farewell salute, "I gotta head to my math class, you know! And uh... you might wanna redress yourself before you leave! Heh heh!"

Cassandra gawked at her sister, watching as she casually left the room without even washing her hands! Damn, she was going to smell like her for the rest of the day at the very least! Then again, people always said they had similar scents so... did that mean she was just going to smell like herself?

Oh... oh... oh shit. Cassandra really did need to dress herself before people came in! Uh-oh!

...

Another day of school over, another solemn ride home. Well, solemn for Cassandra; Amelia was busy talking up quite the storm on her phone. From the sounds of it, she was speaking to her friend Stacy, but Cassandra was far too busy thinking to actually care. Her body was still trembling, still hot after everything that had happened so far. She wondered how Amelia could be so coy about things, but had to remind herself that she's been sleeping with their father for months; she's probably gotten used to the strangeness of their taboo relationship.

Arriving home, the two twins got out of their car and entered inside, noticing the fact that their father was home too. Rather unusual, really; their father had been spending much more time at home than normal. But as they went upstairs, Cassandra could hear the wolf's voice echoing from the door. Even while at home, he was still working ever so hard.

Cassandra too needed to get to work, entering her bedroom where she began unpacking her things. Pulling out her textbooks, the demure bat began her English homework for the day. And what work was that? Analyzing the themes of the novel, the Scarlet Letter.

Huh... a book about revealing one's secrets. That was one of the themes to the book, right? Revealing one's sins and secrets? To admit to them? Hm... what secrets did Cassandra herself have that she'd admit to? Oh right; her lustful desire and hunger for her own father.

Haaa... just admitting such a thing even to herself was difficult. Closing her eyes, she thought about saying it out loud on a platform, like the characters in the book did. But she knew saying such a thing would only gain the ire and hatred of everyone around. They'd see her as a freak, an abhorrent young girl, one who just wasn't right in the head.

Was she right in the head? And if she wasn't right in the head, what did that say of Amelia and Matthew? What they did wasn't right either... but Amelia didn't care. She didn't care about right and wrong; she cared only about what made her happy. And obviously, Amelia and Matthew made each other so very, very happy.

But Amelia still felt as if things could be better if Cassandra just admitted to her own feelings. If Cassandra just came out and said it, came out and admitted to her own desires, much like the people in the Scarlet Letter. Would that actually make things better? Or would things get worse? Heh, did she even have the courage to do such a brazen thing?

She didn't know... but...

"What? No way! Yeah, totally, I'm coming over!"

Cassandra's ears twitched as she picked up her sister's words. Getting up from her chair, she walked over towards the door and opened it up, gazing down the hall to see Amelia. In record time the redhead had switched out of her clothes and into something more stylish. One of her tight pair of jeans and her beloved leather jacket. She looked like she was ready to take the day but... they just got home.

"Amy," Cassandra called, "Where are you going?"

"Cass, you wouldn't believe it - and you probably don't care - but Stacy's brother got a new car. I'm heading over to check it out!"

"Wh-what? B-but we just got home!"

"So... and...?"

"What about your homework?"

"I have all weekend to do that, Cass! There's no rush!" she then tapped her sister on the shoulder, "Tell Pops I went to Stacy's house, 'kay? I'll see you around dinner time!"

"B-but... Amy..."

But the redhead's mind had already been set, and she had started walking off towards the stairs. Cassandra lingered behind and watched her sister leave, although she couldn't for the life of her figure out why exactly she was so adamant on Amelia staying. At least, for a few moments anyway. After those seconds passed, the shy bat realized_why_ she was suddenly so tense.

She was all alone now. All alone. With Daddy.

Why did that realization make her heart race? Turning to face the door to his study, she could hear him still talking on the phone with whatever subordinate had gained his ire today. Her fingers trembled, and thoughts began pounding through her head. It shouldn't be anything out of the norm, but... Cassandra couldn't help but to think about everything.

This week had been one wild week. In this short time alone, she went from confronting Amelia about her relationship with their father, trying to seduce and take him away from her, to having sex with her own sister, to right... now.

Right now... right now... right now... what did she want to do, right now?

"Daddy..." she whispered.

Yes, that's what Cassandra wanted right now; she wanted her father. She wanted him. To touch him. To kiss him. To be held by him. To do things with him that not father and daughter should do. She did want to share the life that Amelia and Matthew had; she wanted that taboo, incestuous relationship that they indulged in. Despite everything they had done, she loved her father and sister more than anything and anyone else, and it honestly hurt her to not be apart of their life.

She wanted it, and she wanted it now.

"Dadddyyy... haaaa..."

Be courageous, Cassandra.

The demure bat started walking towards her father's room, her fingers moving up towards the buttons of her uniform.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

One by one, she began undoing her school blouse, opening it up around her body.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

It was like someone else was driving her body. Someone had overtaken her form.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

That's what she thought at first, only for realization to dawn upon her.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

Was she really about to do this? Was she really about to do this?

Be courageous, Cassandra.

Yes, yes she was.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

No one was driving her. No one was controlling her.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

Cassandra - for the first time - was now being honest with herself.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

She wasn't doing this because Amelia wanted her to do this. She wasn't doing this because she was jealous, or envious. No, she was doing this because she wanted to do this.

Be courageous, Cassandra.

Her heart racing a mile a minute, the demure bat's hand drifted towards the door knob. Grabbing upon it ever so gently, she twisted it, unlocking the door where she pushed it open.

"Daddy..."

Be courageous, Cassandra.

"Aahh... I know what Katharine said but... ugh... you're not listening Sebastian!"

"Daddy..."

The first time she called out to him, Matthew did not hear her. The second time however, he turned to face the door. And then his eyes grew as wide as lights.

There was Cassandra, standing at his doorway, and she was completely_naked._ The bat had discarded every article of clothing she was wearing that day: her blouse, her skirt, her bra, her panties, even the socks on her feet. She was now as naked as the day she was born, with the only item on her body being the glasses that framed her face. And behind those lenses, her green eyes were so_puffy._

"Daddy..." she called again, her voice airy as if she would pass out immediately.

"Sebastian... I'll call you back," he said into his phone, turning it off before his subordinate even had the chance to say anything, "Cassandra... what is the meaning of this?"

His eyes were wide, looking at her as if he had just stumbled upon a crime scene. Why was his daughter naked like this, and what was with that look in her eyes? She appeared longing, needy, those beautiful green eyes of hers quivering while her fingers prodded against one another in an apprehensive manner. Nevertheless, she kept walking forwards, approaching her astonished father as he pulled back towards his desk.

"Cassandra," he said, causing tears to appear in her eyes.

"Daddy... I..." she whispered before stopping briefly, only to hold out her arms with him, "Please... hug me."

He looked away, leering at the wall as his mind raced with thoughts. This... he saw this coming. Matthew had been _pretending_not to know. He had acted ignorant towards Cassandra's feelings, ignoring the little eyes that beamed and watched him and Amelia. Deep down, he felt foolish and horrible, ignoring one of his daughters as he did such abhorrent things with his other daughter. And despite getting a feeling of it, he continued to ignore her feelings.

This was all his fault, and it made him feel terrible.

But Cassandra pressed on, her face trembling as she kept her arms out with her father. She just wanted a hug from him, wanted to _feel_him.

She needed her father.

"Please," Cassandra beckoned, "Love me. Love me as much as you love Amelia..."

"Cassandra... n-no," Matthew said as he shook his head, though he did look back at her with a face full of concern, "I can't do such things..."

"Please, Daddy, don't say that," the demure bat pleaded, not wishing to hear his words, "You've done it... you're doing it - with Amelia. So please..." she grabbed his hand by the wrist, positioning it towards her breast, "Why not me, Daddy?"

He didn't have an answer to that because... well, what could he say? He had already crossed such a terrible, incestuous line with his older daughter, so what made it different now? What was stopping him from doing the same thing with Cassandra? A sudden bout of clarity? Tch, too late for that!

It was hypocritical of him, honestly. He'd do it with Amelia, but not with Cassandra? What made Amelia so much better? What made Cassandra so much more sacred? Did he even have an answer to this question? Could he even answer such a question?

"Cassandra..." he whispered, "Aahh..."

Looking down, he saw that his daughter had placed his hand right over her bosom. Gently Matthew palmed it, his brown eyes gazing into her green ones. They were glowing with such love and devotion, adoration and need. And the tears at the edge of them made him shake; he didn't want to see Cassandra cry, he didn't want to see _either_of his daughter's cry.

They both had the same face; Amelia when it first started,_and Cassandra _now.

"Daddy I... I... I want this," she said as she squeezed her hand over his hand, "So please... just love me like you love Amelia. Love me like you loved Mommy. Please... just..." her green eyes were glowing so bright, "Just hug me..."

Matthew stared down into her eyes, saying not a word though his hand clutched a bit upon her bosom. An airy sigh slipped out of Cassandra's lips when he did so, though she too did not say a word. Instead they looked at one another, the only sound between them being that of their breathing.

"Cassandra..."

His hand leaving his daughter's chest, Matthew extended his arms slowly around her body. His large, overbearing frame was so familiar to her, something she sought safety and protection in. It didn't take long for his arms to wrap around her rubenesque figure, pulling Cassandra into his embrace. She pressed her face up against his chest as he did so, taking in a deep, deep breath.

"Daddy..." the demure bat whispered, causing his ears to twitch.

"Cassandra..." he answered, his hand sliding around to gently hold upon her chin.

The demure bat found her face being tipped towards her father's face, his brown eyes gazing deep into her green ones. Cassandra's wings gave a cute little flutter as well, while her heart began pounding furiously in her chest. She looked at his face, gazed at it, marveled at it... and watched as he moved in closer and closer.

Matthew's eyes closed shut. Cassandra's eyes did likewise.

And...

"Mmm..."

"Hmmm..."