Secrets.

Victoria released her breath and pot exhalation filled the area, it’s recognizable scent would shout out its existence to anyone in the area.

“So...what have you been up to? You know, when you aren’t fucking that poor girl.”

Damien took the joint from her and puffed on it, several small inhalation’s getting more into his lungs than they could stand with one large inhalation.

Damien exhaled, his smoke mingling with hers.

“Honestly? I work for the gang. Small time. Helps bring in a paycheck.”

“Seriously? What the fuck? Those people are dangerous.”

“Everyone is dangerous if they see the need.”

“I guess. What do you do for them?”

“This and that. Basically I just work day to day like anyone else.”

“Still going to school though?”

“Yep.”

“Good grades?”

“Yep.”

“Good. Mom would have a fit if you flunked out.”

“What do you do? You don’t seem to work 9-5 either.”

Victoria grinned. “I’m a dominatrix.”

Damien laughed. “I should have guessed that.”

“You really don’t mind the way I like sex?”

“No. If I did I wouldn’t already want to go again. Truth be told, we are quite similar. I wonder if we got it from mom or dad.”

“Dad.”

“Ya?”

“Mom is a severe masochist. I’m sure that’s what attracted her to dad anyway. I peeked on her with a guy when I was young. She wanted him to treat her like a whore while he fucked her. Apparently he wasn’t mean enough, because I never saw him again.”

“That’s too bad. She’s been needing to get laid.”

An evil glint appeared in Victoria’s eyes as she smirked.

“What?”

“We should fuck her. She’s be a slut for your dick and your domination so fast it’s make your head spin.”

“I dunno... she’s mom.”

“So? I’m your sister.”

“Mm.. good point. How would we go about doing something like that?”

“Well that was easy.”

“What was?”

“Talking you into fucking your own mother.”

“I do believe you said ‘we’ didn’t you?”

“Mm.. good point.” She grinned.