Lily Williams.

It's some time later that you begin to stir. As you filter through the darkness you're aware that you're not alone, your toned silky thighs are tangled with another set, the feel of this web of smooth skin tangle together draws a sleep moan through your lips. The other presence responds, delightful breasts pressing against you, slender arms wrapping about you, and precious lips trail across your neck. It's like a beautiful dream summoning you from darkness, and as your eyes gradually open to the light you see a beautiful face framed in gold smiling down at you.

"Look at you."

"Lily..."

Your childhood friend leans down and you meet her in a kiss, your lips and tongues gently pressing and rolling against each other. She's like a soothing balm after her Father's brutality, the gentle care of a girl after the power of a man. The contrast feels good, the hard sex making her touch all the more refreshing, while her gentle caress strengthens the memories of lust and hurt. Your little mind, still recovering from slumber, is too addled by these feelings to ask questions, instead you simply wrap yourself around Lily more, exploring her body as the two of you gently kiss.

Eventually Lily slides her fingers between your legs and you shudder and moan as she strokes your battered pussy lips. Mr Williams has left you sore and sensitive down there, and Lily has only been bring your arousal back long before your body is ready to handle it.

"Looks like you did a very good job looking after Daddy," Lily smiles, bringing her fingers up to her lips and licking the juices from them. "Though maybe you had too much fun after all..."

Your little mind is slowly starting to work, separating memory from fantasy. Mr Williams fucking you and Lily was only that, a fantasy, and as this realisation comes to you, that Lily being here naked with you, talking about how you and her Father had sex, you begin to realise how odd it is and the question slips from your mouth.

"Lily... why are you here?"