I investigate

I couldn’t sleep. I ignored my husband's advances tonight. I just couldn’t fuck him after getting plowed earlier today by another man. I knew my son to be a deep sleeper from waking him up throughout high school, a lot of times rocking some serious morning wood, so I figured, fuck it. I went to check his phone now.

I tiptoed down the hall and opened his room. He was sleeping, phone on his bedside table. I grabbed it and dipped into his attached bathroom. Guessing password goes as follows:

Last four of social no.

Birthday, no. Damn, those were the two obvious ones.

Birthday backwards? Yes. I'm in.

I opened pictures first and scrolled down. Fuck. He had fucked Dakota multiple times. I found the first instance, the day when she turned 18. Michael went into her room as she was studying, laying in her bed in her schoolgirl outfit.

He started talking about how he knew about the ****, the stealing from Mom and Dad, and cheating on college entry exams. A whole laundry list of things that our daughter did. He went over the insurmountable evidence he had that could ruin her life. Evidence he didn’t mind releasing via anonymous sources. He clearly had circled her 18th birthday on his calendar for a while. She just looked at him with a blank stare. Finally she asked what he wanted to not ruin her life.

He told her a handjob would be a nice start; she was hesitant at first but eventually submitted. She clearly was not happy to be jerking off her brother. Anyone could see that with her frown, avoiding eye contact, etc.

A completely different perspective than the willing and wild slut I had witnessed live a few hours ago… fuck. As wrong as I knew this whole situation was, it was kinda hot to watch a **** slut commit. Even if it was **** between my daughter and son. I now wanted to see this progress…