Her hair was a fiery mass of curls piled on top of her head, accenting her electric blue eyes. Her skin was supple, the color of porcelain and was wra...pped around a petite but volumptuous body. Her breasts were quite large, probably a size D, and sat high on her chest. They emphasized her tiny waistline, which led to toned thighs complimenting an already perfect ass. He wanted nothing more than to sink his teeth deep into those full cheeks and listen to her howl in pleasure and pain.Yes, he knew. At first, he had been an OB/GYN exclusively, but he had crossed an ethical line at some point by performing a few abortions for desperate rape victims. When he realized that this could make him more money than live births, he left the hospital and opened a "family planning" clinic.There were certainly drawbacks. Protesters blocked the entrances at times, people made death threats and called him a "baby-killer", and he was no longer welcome in his parents' house. His first wife had left him when. Your behavior lately has been very troubling.”“Troubling? I’m sorry, Daddy,” she said. “I didn’t know I did anything to make you mad.”“Well, you did. Maybe not mad, exactly. But I’m very concerned and I just don’t know what to do with you.”“Well, you’re my dad. You can do anything you want with me,” she said with a tremor in her voice.Martin nodded again. The look on his face left no doubt that he caught her not-so-subtle suggestion. Then he breathed another deep sigh.“You’re not too old to be. Napped. Woke up and started kissing again. Stole out like mice to eat tiny bites of breakfast from the tray before diving back into bed to kiss once more.Both of us were torturously, deliciously caught, desperate to buy condoms but unable to be apart, even for a moment.And we talked, as we never had before. Violet and I had always been emotionally close, but the recognition that we’d held back our true desires and needs opened up entire new realms of intimacy. Revealing myself to my sister.