No

You know what's going on at the wall with the girls, and you have no further desire to endure that sight. So instead you turn to your younger brother Jasper.

"How's it looking?" You ask him. He understands what you mean.

"Nothing yet." He mumbles.

That means you might need to go next. You remove your pants and look down at your own junk. It's stirring a bit, mostly thanks to the month of celibacy, but it's still not hard enough to easily roll a condom on.

You're not allowed to touch yourself, so what can you do?!

Well, there's only one obvious thing a red-blooded male can do to get himself hard other than touch himself. He can look at a lewd, erotic sight.

You sigh, and turn to the spectacle on the far wall.

Both boys are really going for it, plowing into their sisters as if they were sex dolls.

It is a race against time, over all.

It is also, you can't deny, really quite hot. These poor, innocent girls, being defiled by, from their perspective unknown assailants. And if they knew who it was using them like fuckpuppets, they would be all the more distraught.

For the sake of the competition, you follow these dark, perverted thoughts, and allow them to build in your mind. Where you would usually place a mental block, instead you open the door and allow whatever sadistic parts of your personality exist to fully manifest themselves.

You wonder what it feels like to be used like that, with your pussy held permanently open by tape. Does it hurt? Or is it feel good? How shameful it would be to orgasm in a situation like this!

Are either of them squirters? Will the whole audience be able to witness the physical evidence of their orgasm, if it happens? Wouldn't that be the most humiliating thing of all.

Soon enough, you're at full mast. Thomas quietly hands you the bonus red condom. You nod solemnly, open it up, and roll it down your shaft.

And not a moment too soon, either. Finch is finishing even before the companion to his right. You can almost picture his massive, thick, virile load erupting out of his cock, energetic and ready to find a Fallopian tube, and hopefully an egg. Only to be stopped, thank the heavens, by a latex barrier. A latex barrier that is now being tied to another one of your daughter's toes. Two ejaculations down.

As quickly as possible, you take Finch's place. The young man beside you is huffing and puffing, clearly close, but also clearly frustrated at falling behind Finch's pace. Now that you're this close, the sound of his flash slapping into his sister's butt fills your ears. You think about how, soon enough, that'll be what your body is doing with your own daughters.

At that thought, your body lets out an involuntary shudder, but your cock also twitches with enthusiasm. Is part of you excited for this?

Well, you haven't orgasmed in a month. It's only natural that your balls are begging for release.

Again, you thank the stars for the condom protecting your beloved apple of your eye from the well-proven fertility of your baby batter.

...Are you hesitating? You know what you have to do, but instead of doing it, instead you're just thinking all these weird thoughts about it.

Isn't it better if you hesitate, though? Wouldn't it be worse to be the type of father that plunges in towards his daughter's defenceless depths without a second thought?

But alas, this isn't a time for moral reflection. If there is a hell, you're already guaranteed a seat for allowing things to go this far. Both your sons have already defiled her, with your blessing and encouragement. There is no priority right now other than making sure that your family orgasms twelve times using your daughter's body, before the men to your right do the same with their sister.