Drinks and cuddles

You pour, everyone a glass of vodka and then come lie on the bed with the two incestuous lovers.

Mr Fowler, after the depravity seems to be looking guilty but not saying anything.

"So, Emily." You break the ice and take a sip. "How was it?"

Emily is trepidatious but then looks at her father slyly.

"First off, that was not what I planned to do at all, I was just supposed to watch." She says

"Buuut." You tease.

She sighs exasperatedly. And then mumbles something.

"What was that."

"It felt really fucking good." She says pointedly at her father.

"You hear that Daddy?" You say encouragingly.

Mr Fowler takes a gulp of his vodka, and just nods.

You all drink some more then Mr. Fowler finds his voice.

"So, your mom didn't say anything?"

"No, why?" Emily asks.

"Because, well, we've role played as fucking you both." He confesses.

Not for the first time this night Emily's eyes widen.

"My parents are such pervs!" she exclaims, and almost immediately bursts out laughing.

"So, how long have you guys fantasized about this?" You ask for both your benefit.

"Pretty much since you turned 18." He admits. "That was when I first started noticing you. And Liz caught on and encouraged it."

Unprompted, Emily leans forward and kisses her father.

"Well I am glad we did Daddy." She smiles at him.

All three of you hug and just enjoy your drinks.