Look in the mirror.

You have a mirror on top of your dresser; you stare at yourself with heavy-lidded eyes, and your chest tingles with thumping heartbeats. You are naked with strings of cum on your hair, around your cheeks, and over your right eyelid; but yet, you can't seem to bring the courage to care.

For example: "What if Dad didn't close the door right?" You don't care; you peered closer to the mirror to observe your face. "What if Mom or Kyle, or even Erin, barged in and saw your salty-stained face?" You still don't care; you brought a couple of digits to your right eyelid and touch the cum. _"But what if...Dad _enters your room whenever he wanted to, to give more of that exciting "practice"?"

"Oh my god," you thought excitedly to yourself, "Daaaddy?"

You put a fingerful of semen to your tongue and shoved it down your mouth, making sure to **** on your phalanges. This seed belonged to your father, and there was something crippling, yet somehow so arousing, about that fact.

"Holy God, what the hell happened to me?" You wondered, but eh, you don't really care; or at least you shouldn't care. Your reflection looks happy, so you should be happy.

"Ah fuck," you spat, shaking your head. Your mind was still groggy from that powerful experience. "I...need a shower."

You rubbed the cum off your face as best you could (using a dirty towel that you plunked from your hamper) and began gathering clothes. Ah, but Goood, that disgusting crotch scent was still in the air and your penis was still semi-full.

You made it to a restroom and began cleansing both your mind and body. In a slow demeanor, the grogginess and euphoria died away in the cold shower, and relief spreaded throughout your whole body so you can now think more clearly.

Rubbing a round pec, you stare upright in confusion as reality started to tickle its way back into your awareness. The "fucked-up" portion of touching your Dad's dick suddenly became more and more nauseating and horrific, and you were questioning yourself on many things, like: "how the fuck did that happen?"; "why the fuck did I do that?"; "which one of us is gay?"; "was it normal to feel like this? To feel like that?"

Shivers went up your spine as your deteroriating reality seemed to incoherent.