Harvey and you present the papers

Your heart beats in anticipation as you drive home with Harvey. A folder full of papers sits on his lap. Friday was busy enough that Harvey hadn't even asked for a blowjob, and your pussy was aching, partly in need, partly due to a deranged excitement for how your family will react.

Arriving home, Harvey tells you, "go upstairs Phoebe and change into something appropriate."

With a giggle, you hurry upstairs and get changed into the skimpiest outfit you can find - a tiny pair of mini-shorts and a small top that shows off your flat and smooth stomach.

"Phoebe! Come join us!" Harvey's voice drifts from downstairs. You dance down the stairs and find him sitting across from Jennifer, who who looks slightly concerned although it's clear she doesn't know what's about to happen.

"Jennifer - I think it's obvious enough that we've had issues in recent years, so this is a comprehensive ruling nullifying our marriage effective immediately. As per the pre-nup I had you sign when you were young and naive, you get nothing. I'll instead be marrying Phoebe in a small private ceremony aboard a rented yacht," Harvey says.

Your mother, who was speechless until now, finally speaks up, "wait, no way, you're not serious! You can't! We've been married 24 years! Phoebe is your own daughter! You won't be able to hide that from the cops!"

"Yes I can. In fact, I've erased all legal evidence that she's my daughter, digital and paper. That's why it took so long to prepare this. In fact, if you were to check her social media, you'll find that she's the daughter of Jim and Jane Hopper, and only recently moved here from interstate," Harvey laughs, patting you on the butt.

"Besides, you can hardly complain about legality. You helped me in taking Phoebe's virginity. A fact I've recorded and can use against you if you try and stop us. Be glad I'm not selling you into slavery."