Hannah seeks comfort from her folks.

Hannah Mars trips her way through the halls, mimicking tears. Sniffing the air, she can smell the twisted pheromones of her kind that tell her that the corruption of this vainglorious monument to an impotent god continues apace. She makes her way to her father and mother, who are chatting with each other, concern obvious on their face.

"...don't understand why Dwight would call all those volunteers down to the rec room without clearing it with us first," says Samuel.

Ruth sighs. "Now, we know Dwight's a good kid, who can get a bit... enthusiastic. He probably had a good reason, and just got... carried away. He should have cleared it with you or Joshua first..."

Samuel nods. "I'm sure he'll have an explanation when he gets here..."

"Oh, Mom, Dad," sobs Hannah, approaching her devout parents, sniffling. "Joshua... he..." She sobs again.

"What is it, dear?" asks Ruth, placing a hand on her daughter's shoulder.

"I just caught him with that little secretary of his," she says with a sniffle.

"Oh, honey," coos Ruth, giving her daughter a hug.

"That... adulterer," snaps Samuel, in a fine display of his inability to swear. "I'm... so, so sorry, dear."

Hannah kisses her mother, and then turns to Samuel. "Thank you, Daddy," she whimpers, resting her head on his shoulder. "I just don't know what to do..."

"Well... obviously, you can't divorce him..." mutters Samuel. "Marriage is sacred, and the damage to the church..."

"I know, daddy," coos Hannah, wrapping her arms around her father, and rubbing her breasts against him.

"Hannah...?" he says, surprised, while Ruth stands back, feeling increasingly feverish.

"Oooh, daddy, you're so sweet," says Hannah, pulling her father in for a kiss. She forces her tongue into his mouth, holding him tight against her. Samuel tries his best to break away but finds himself unable to escape from his daughter's grip, while Ruth stands by, watching in a daze.

"You shouldn't do that," she gasps. "Shouldn't... kiss your... father like that..."

Hannah backs off her father. "Mmmm, jealous, mother?" Still keeping her grip on Samuel with her left arm, she turns, and seizes Ruth with her right. "Don't worry, I've got enough love for you too..." She pulls her mother in for a kiss, once again forcing her tongue down a parent's throat.

Samuel Oaks groans as he watches his daughter make out with his wife. "Hannah... Hannah, you...," he begins weakly. Hannah lets him go and then trails her hand down his chest, until at last she reaches his crotch. With eerie skill, she unbuttons his pants and takes out her father's hardening cock. As Samuel gives an inarticulate moan, Hannah breaks off from kissing her mother to regard his erection.

"Oooh, Daddy," coos Hannah as she starts to stroke his dick, pitching her voice high to make it sound childlike. "Is this for me? Is your cock hard for your precious little daughter...?" Samuel moans. Hannah squeezes. "Answer the fucking question, Daddy..." hisses the woman.

"Yes..." says Samuel watching her play with his cock. "Yes... I'm.... hard for my own daughter.... Ohhhh...."

Hannah smiles, and glances at her mother. "What do you think, Mommy? Should I help Daddy get off?" Ruth, breathing heavily, nods. Hannah grins at her, and kneels before her father. She strips off her blouse, revealing her firm, large tits, and begins to suck Samuel off.