Our father, Las, had fathered so many single-sex races, many of them all-female like werewolves and dryads and mermaids. Unicorns, succubi, sirens, ra...kshasas, nagas, harpies, changelings, and who knew how many others that might be out there.I wanted to meet them all.“You ready?” asked Pyrriah. It was the next day after Kurtis had dominated our older sylph sisters. “Yes!” I moaned. “Want to feel how wet I am beneath my loincloth?” We both wore loincloths and breast wraps woven from fibrous bark. It was dinner with her cousins and a movie while she babysat. I’d already made up my mind but she wanted me to be certain.”“She must have abiding faith in herself,” Beth said.“I’m not sure that was it,” he replied. “I’m almost positive that she would have been OK if I had decided Molly was the way I wanted to go. Of course she was waiting on my steps when I got home last night so maybe not. I do know that she called Molly and offered to have the guy publicly castrated if Molly wanted it that. She continued to grin, he practically breathed down her neck. The lock clicked then inward went the door but inward went Rosangela too with a nearly rough shove. She stumbled on her platforms and caught herself with the stair’s balustrade. Her eyes were wide with surprise, had felt his hands give her the over the threshold shove. The door slammed closed. First her head turned followed by her body. Her head tilted, still stunned that he actually shoved her. The foray light flipped on. She. I scolded myself. Surely my father was not jerking off to thoughts of incest. He was my flesh and blood. The man who helped bring me into this world, kissed my scraped-up knees, saved money for college. But what if he was? Was that so wrong? And was it so wrong that I suddenly wanted to make his fantasy a reality? We're both adults now. I wanted to keep watching him, keep lusting after his gorgeous cock until it blasted cum onto the shower floor. But I knew that Dad could easily see me if he.