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Ghost in the Machine

It was a trap. She had laid out a trap, and her sister fell for it. Hook. Line. Sinker.

Her green eyes leered at the hand print on the wall, the darkened glow of the night all around her. It had faded slightly by now, almost to the point that it was unnoticeable. Almost. If you weren't looking for it, you'd miss it. But for her, the redhead, no, this was all going just as she believed it would.

Amelia crouched down on her knees, hand reaching out to palm the faded print left by her twin. Almost perfectly, her hand fitted over that of Cassandra's shadow, the two overlapping with ease. This helped confirm it, helped confirm everything she had believed, though never said aloud for obvious reasons.

Her green eyes took in this sight, her expression growing slightly serious as her wings flapped. What was she feeling right now? Surprise? No. Relief? No. Some mixed up combination of emotions? Yeah, that's the most accurate answer to it all.

Matthew was in bed now, having been pacified by their nightly tryst. Her sister too had gone back to bed, of that, Amelia was sure. She too needed to get to sleep as well; it was still a school night, and she had to get some rest. Hey, sex is tiring, but somehow, school is even more so. She'd need her rest, but first, she just needed to think about this.

Think about all of this.

Amelia had felt her sister's presence growing at night. While she may have not been the most conscious person during the throes of passion, she was still slightly more aware of her surroundings than her father was. During bliss, all the world failed to reach him, but not her. Perhaps it was those sensitive bat ears of hers, being just a tad bit stronger than his.

Of course, Amelia never actually spoke up about her beliefs, fearing that if she were wrong, she'd accidentally reveal to her sibling what her and their father had been doing at night. But this right here? Aaalllll the evidence she needed to have.

Now the next question was simple; what now?

...

"Hey, Cass... do you remember mom?"

The question took the raven-haired bat off guard, causing her to gasp in surprise. It was still the morning, and they were currently heading off to school. They had their own car - one separate from their father - although Amelia ended up driving it more often than not. Not to say that Cassandra can't drive, it's just that her sister tends to do most of the driving.

That being said, this question shocked her. Looking over towards her twin, she stared upon Amelia's stern face as she focused on driving. But as they neared a red light, the redhead's gaze shifted back over towards her, eyebrow raised in a curious manner as her lips turned a bit lopsided. Cassandra - still frazzled by the question - struggled to reply. It took her a bit to think of their mother, especially since her mind was still fresh with the thoughts of what happened last night.

"Umm... M-mommy," muttered Cassandra in reply as she looked skyward for a few moments, "Y-you know... Mommy was... a lot like you, Amy. She was... always adventurous, always trying to get us out there. R-remember all the vacations she used to take us on? Driving out to the beach? Staying up in the mountains? Daddy was always a hard worker, so it was always her coming up with vacations and such. But I remember... they were always so much fun whenever we were all together. Hah haaa... umm... hmmm..." stopping herself, she grew a bit distant, "Of course... when Mommy... when Mommy... y-you know... Haaaa..."

Cassandra didn't finish her words, not wanting to be reminded of the painful memories of that day. Instead she looked over towards Amelia, who had a more... thoughtful expression on her face. By now, the red light had turned green, the two driving back through the calm streets towards their school in the distance.

"I was... thinking about Mom," the redheaded bat muttered, "Wondering if she would... be proud of me..."

Proud of her? Proud of her for what?

Rather understandably, such a statement made Cassandra scoff, though she didn't say why. If their mother was still around and she knew what they were doing, the black-haired bat was sure she'd admonish both Amelia and Matthew for what they were doing. It was sick and amoral; something only monsters would partake in.

But as Cassandra looked out of her window in annoyed huff, she didn't notice the glance Amelia gave her. This smirk laid on her lips, this teasing, knowing gaze in her eyes. Once again she had laid a trap, and once again Cassandra had sprung it on herself without realizing.

The duo grew silent, especially as their destination came into view. Grandiose and pristine walls stood ten feet tall beyond the concrete pavement, its design being decidedly regal in nature. Beyond said walls, one could see an immaculate and opulent building, one that was amazing and white with a baroque design. The fields of this building were also grand and green, free of any sort of grime and trash thanks to its very dedicated staff. And as the Morris sisters drove into the private student parking of the building, they would pass a brilliant plaque that owned this structure's name.

The James N. Taylor Academy of Innovated Technology.

It was the premier school this side of the country. Sitting right outside the bustling city known as Oceanside, it was a place where many heirs and heiresses went to for teaching.

What? Don't believe me?

All the cars in the student parking were stylish and extravagant in one way or another, and the Morris sisters' car was no different. Practically everyone knew of the silver Porsche with the retractable top, especially when it was being driven by a certain redheaded bat. It slid right into a parking spot, the duo readying themselves up for yet another school day, with Cassandra readying her glasses and Amelia pulling back her hair.

Around them were other kids around their age: all from rather affluent and prestigious families, all of different species and races, and all adorned in the same uniform as they were. Said uniforms varied in color, designed to show grade class: freshmen wore blue, juniors red, sophomores purple, and for seniors - which they were apart of - green.

And yet, they all wore this brooch on their chests, that of a gold and black shield, the symbol of their school.

"Hey! Cass!"

"Sup! Amy!"

"Good morning, you two!"

"Hey guys! How's it goin'?" Amelia replied as she hopped over the edge of her car, Cassandra getting out in a more normal manner.

Regardless, the two had to grab their backpacks from out of the back seat of their Porsche, and when they did so, their hands nearly touched. But considering the tension brewing between the two, it didn't end in laughter and teasing giggles. No, Cassandra brought her eyes up and glared at her twin, who looked back with that trademark sass of hers.

They were at complete odds with one another, almost more so than usual. Deep down inside, Cassandra had to remind herself that Amelia didn't know that she knew what they were doing at night. And yet, everything she had done so far only served to reveal such a thing.

"After you, Cass..." the redhead said in her usually cocky and teasing way.

"Thank you, Amelia..." Cassandra replied in a more annoyed huff.

...

"The 'Ghost in the machine'. Gilbert Ryle would say such a thing to describe the mind-body dualism in philosophy. To many philosophers - Ryle included - it is believed that one's mental thoughts and physical actions occur both at the same time as one may suspect... and yet also opposite of one another."

Professor May Comet is the kind of teacher everyone looks up to. She's tall, smart, has lovely green eyes, long brown hair, and the biggest brains in the world. A rarity among the people of Blue Ridge, she's a human-horse hybrid, having the tail of an equine, as well as the ears of one as well.

She's also Cassandra's psychology teacher, as well as her hero.

May was kind and intelligent, but not shy and demure like the bat was. Whenever Cassandra had her class, she felt her love for psychology increasing ever deeper. And honestly, perhaps she could discover in these classes what she could not explain to herself.

Amelia and Matthew, even now thoughts about them plagued the bat. But there was something about Miss Comet's lecture today that seemed to implant a new thought in Cassandra's mind. This 'Ghost in the machine'. Perhaps that could explain her feelings towards things?

After last night - where she masturbated to the sight of her father and sister fucking - Cassandra had been understandably shaken. To do something so sordid and wrong, and enjoy it... ugh, even at school it made her stomach toss and turn.

But maybe this 'ghost in the machine' provided an out for the young bat. Anyone would get aroused by what they saw last night, at least, that's how she tried to rationalize it to herself. It wasn't her getting turned on by what she saw, but her body acting on its own!

But... that didn't explain her still jealous feelings towards it all. A 'body' can't feel jealous, but a 'mind' certainly can. What did that say about her in particular? What did that say about her as a person? To be both aroused by the immoral actions of her family, and also jealous at the same time. It made Cassandra sick.

RING! RING! RING!

"Hm? Oh darn! I was just getting to the good stuff!"

Professor Comet's ears bent down in disappointment, while her eyes traveled up to the clock. The school's clock was ringing, sounding off the end of her period and the beginning of lunch. The tall teacher gave a sigh of defeat, while her eyes moved down. Turning around, she faced her class of starry-eyed students, and gave a courteous bow.

"Well, I guess we'll continue tomorrow class," Professor Comet said as she stood straight again, "Just be sure to read chapters 4 and 6 tonight, and we'll continue from where we left off tomorrow."

Cassandra herself nodded before slowly gathering her things, picking them up one by one and placing them away into her satchel. With it now being time for lunch, one of two things would happen; either she'd eat with her friends, or she'd eat with Amelia. And considering what was happening in their life, the last thing she wanted to do was eat with Amelia.

Honestly, Cassandra just couldn't keep living like this. What would she do? Avoid her sister and father? She couldn't do that! They were her family, and despite her feelings on the matter, she still loved them. Matthew was still her father, and Amelia was still her sister; people whom she had seen every day of her life. People who knew her better than she even knew herself at times. Even if they were doing something so taboo, that didn't make her love them any less.

It just... it just... it just...

Honestly, Cassandra didn't know what to make of the situation. She knew it was wrong, and that she had to do something. Whether it be confronting them about it or something else. What is that 'something else'? Well, Cassandra was still working on it.

There appeared to be only one path set before her, and unbeknownst to her, Amelia had already pushed her towards it.

Speaking of her red haired twin...

"Hey, Cass!" Amelia called as she walked up behind her sister, backpack casually slung over one shoulder.

"Oh! Amy," muttered the demure teen, her green eyes rolling briefly, "Umm... y-you came out looking for me? Aren't you going to eat with your friends?"

"Huh? No!" the redhead answered, "I ordered some burgers form JJ's, and they'll be here soon. Heh heh! I got your favorite!"

"Oh um... you did? Th-thank you..."

Such a favor of goodwill... why did it pang at Cassandra's heart? She wanted to deny it - still thinking about the tryst from last night - but it was kind of her sister to think of her enough to buy her food, especially from JJ's. Which naturally made it very suspicious.

Hey, Amelia was her sister, and Cassandra knew she always had her back. But on the other hand, the redhead was saucy and cunning, rarely doing something that didn't have an ulterior motive behind it. Like cleaning her room to get a toy, or doing the dishes for a month straight to get a new phone. So if she was buying her a burger - especially when not asked to do so - then Cassandra figured she had something in mind because of it. Either she wanted something, or she wanted to ask something.

Regardless, the black-haired bat followed her sister, skipping past the academy's cafeteria to instead head back to their Porsche. Once they arrived, Amelia - being Amelia - casually laid her legs upon the dashboard of their car, reclining in the driver's seat with a nonchalant smirk on her lips.

"Haaa... I really love these leather seats," she remarked, which caused Cassandra to raise an eyebrow.

"Okay... what do you want?" she groaned, figuring her sibling would ask for something childish, like some help with classwork, among other things.

"Ah, what!?" Amelia replied, already acting accused of a crime, "I buy a meal for you, my dearest sister, and you think it's because I want something out of it?"

"Well duh," Cassandra retorted, some of her sister's own sass flowing through her, "You wouldn't have bought me a burger if you didn't want something out of it, so..." she crossed her arms and sat in the passenger seat, eyes closed in a uppity, superior manner, "What is, Amy. What do you want?"

"Ugh! Okay! Fiiinnne... you got me," Amelia replied with a shrug of her shoulder, sounding slightly defeated, "Look, Cass... hhaaaa..."

A light rumble shifted through Amelia, her eyes closing shut as she thought about her words _veeeeerrry_carefully. She was very aware of what Cassandra knew about her and their father, but was still a bit hesitate to fully reveal this fact. That's when her mind started working, churning gears and flipping switches that helped her select her words _very_specifically.

And when she did...

"Cass... do you _like_someone?"

Cassandra - much like time and time before - fell for it.

Hook. Link. Sinker.

"No!_You_do!" replied the bat, before her hands quickly clamped over her mouth as a surprised 'EEEEP!?' slipped through her lips.

Oh no. Oh shit. Oh no. Oh shit. Did she... no no! Oh no! Oh no!

Cassandra's eyes darted everywhere but forward. She looked up at the skies, over to the academy, over to the academy walls, to the cars, to the pavement, everywhere but towards... her. She just couldn't look at Amelia; she _refused_to.

But eventually... she needed to; she _knew_she needed to. She was trapped here, trapped with Amelia. Hell, even if she ran back to the school, what then? They _lived_together! Sooner or later, she'd need to confront her sister.

But, wait, isn't this what she wanted? She was trying her damnedest to gain the courage to barge in on them amid their sexual trysts, but always found herself lacking. But now? Now - out of the blue - Amelia had flipped the script on her. Cassandra was put on the spot, and she needed to desperately figure out something to say back.

Finally - after a good bit of mental preparation - Cassandra brought her eyes towards Amelia. There was a snicker echoing from her twin's lips, ones that taunted and teased the bat's ever so sensitive ears. She hadn't accidentally showed her hand, had she? No, no... Amelia only asked if she had a crush or something like that; nothing too extreme. Nothing surrounding their father.

Still... Cassandra's own words were damning.

"Heh! You _do_have a crush!" Amelia said in a teasing and accusatory manner as she leaned up in her chair, "Omigosh, who is it? Let me guess; one of the football players? Is it Franklin? Or is it one of the boys in your book club? Isn't there a blond fox boy? What's his name again? Sebastian? Oh, is it him?"

"N-no! I-I don't have a crush!" Cassandra said, though her words weren't completely true. Naturally, Amelia seized upon it.

"You're so fucking bad at lying," the redhead snickered, her hand reaching out to palm her sister's shoulder, "C'mon, Cass! You can tell me anything, you know that! C'mon... I've always told you when I've had a crush!"

"Tsk... yeah right..." the black-haired bat retorted. After all, she didn't tell her about her secret relationship with their father, did she? "Wh-what do you want anyway, Amelia? You didn't just ask me to come here just to grill me for information, did you?"

"Weeeeell... sorta kinda," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "I was just curious to know if you had a crush or something like that."

Bullshit! Well, that's what Cassandra thought and even wanted to say, though she remained tight-lipped about it. Instead, she began gritting his teeth together, even allowing a slight growl to permeate through her lips. Amelia saw this - it was impossible for her _not_to see it! - but the redhead instead turned away whilst prodding her fingers together. No, no, she instead played it off, being _painfully_coy about the situation.

"You know... we never really talk about _boys_together like I do with my friends," Amelia claimed, which finally set Cassandra off.

"Why would we!?" she replied, practically shouting it out, "All the boys go after _you_anyway! Urrrrgh!" shaking her head, her wings began flapping viciously, "Don't tell me you brought me here just to rant about how many boys asked you out! Especially since you already have--!"

Cassandra stopped, her high emotions and ranting voice nearly letting slip the information she was keeping close to chest. In doing so, she caused Amelia to slowly turn her head towards her, expression one of genuine concern and curiosity as she asked,

"Especially since I already have... who, Cass?"

But Cassandra wouldn't say, instead covering her mouth with her hand. Her mind was suddenly assaulted by images of Amelia and Matthew, fucking one another in all sorts of places, in all sorts of positions. Their nude bodies, their moaning voices, the lust, the pleasure, the love, all of it.

And that just _infuriated_her!

"Nothing! No one!" Cassandra shouted as she stood up quickly, "Forget I said anything!"

"Cassandra, what's wrong?" Amelia asked, watching as her sister got out from the car.

"I said it's nothing! Forget about it!" the black-haired bat continued on as she grabbed her backpack, "Just leave me alone, Amy! I'm going back to school!"

Her sister reached out for her, but Cassandra's mind had already been set. Angered, frustrated and annoyed beyond all belief, the black-haired bat just wanted to get away from her sister: to be anywhere but here right now! So she stomped off back towards the academy, leaving her twin behind.

Her twin who was chuckling.

Soon after, a car drove up, a delivery from JJ's. It wasn't unusual for the socialites of the school to order meals from elsewhere, so seeing a new car drive up wasn't shocking. Getting out was a bird, one asking for Amelia, who called him over with her hand. He was quick to deliver her food, and she was just as quick to thank him for it, taking the bag into her hands. And once she had it and he had started driving off, Amelia gazed inside to see the sandwiches and fries within. Two sandwiches, a double bacon cheeseburger with extra cheese - her personal favorite - and a regular cheeseburger, lettuce, tomatoes, onions, no pickles, extra mayo. Of course, that would be Cassandra's favorite.

Opening up her own burger, Amelia casually looked down to the sandwich she bought for her twin, a cocky grin laying out on her lips.

"Oh poor Cass... you're food's gonna get cold," she muttered to herself in a sneering manner.

Hook. Line. Sinker.

...

Matthew Morris was what many would call a shrewd businessman. Of course, those who actually knew him would argue in starch opposition to such a statement. The owner, proprietor, CEO, and whatever else have you of the Morris Hotel chain, his story started humbly enough running his family's bed and breakfast when he was still a teenage boy. It was through him that the bed and breakfast eventually became the monstrous hotel chain it is today, with structures all along the west coast, and even a few sprouting up on the east as well. From Oceanside to Document City, the Morris Hotels are see as a shiny example of luxury and affordability that many hotel's struggle to get to.

Well, so long as a price range in the mid to late 300s per night is considered 'affordable' to you. But, hey, it works.

In spite of his illustrious success as a hotel owner, Matthew also fancied himself a writer of sorts. While he was no fiction author, his business essays and biographical tales have helped quite a few new entrepreneurs trying to get their start in the world. Open up a business magazine or textbook, and there's a good chance Matthew's name will pop up.

The wolf's affluent nature seemingly extended to his outward looks as well. A suave individual, it was believed that he could make anything on him look good. He was tall, owned a domineering and powerful look in his brown eyes, had broad shoulders, and a physical build that only a hard working man could get. Well, that and their in home gym, but I digress.

His life had been good to him, amazing even, although what happened to his family seven years ago still shook him to this day.

Reclining in his chair, the middle-aged wolf leered up towards the ceiling of his private study. He had gotten away from work rather early today, not needing to speak with the board, or talk with any specific manager of any specific hotel either. A rare day away early without having to deal with the idiots? A blessing in disguise, truly.

His daughters had not yet arrived though, leaving him all alone with his thoughts. There were still a few documents he needed to send to some people, as well as a few things he needed to pass judgment on, but instead he found his eyes running along his desk's surface. There were quite a few pictures there, a majority of them - if not _all_of them - being photos of his daughters. From the ages of ten all the way to right now, he had a virtual timeline of his daughters growing up right before his eyes. At times, it was hard to believe that the teenage girls he raised were once so small and tiny.

And yet, their young voices still linger about in his head.

Daddy!

Hey, pops!

But there was one photo out of the lineup that was different from the rest. A picture taken years ago, a picture taken when she_was still _alive. It was a female bat, wearing daisy dukes and a bikini top beneath an open vest. A pair of shades rested on her forehead, and such long, splendorous blonde hair flowed from the top of her head. She was posing on the hood of a vintage car of some sort, and there was a beach in background.

Whoever this blonde bat was, she was a vivacious and sexy woman, one with a flirtatious wink in her green eyes. But more importantly, seeing her smile brought back such distant memories to him.

"Haaa... Jill..." Matthew whispered to himself, "Hmm..."

Eeeaaaarrr! Bump!

Ah. The sound of the front door opening, which means...

"Ugh... fuck... I'm so tired..." Amelia's voice echoed out through the floorboards.

"I heard that!" Matthew's voice rang back.

The Morris twins turned to face the staircase together, eyes falling on their father as he descended down them. His suave gaze and warm appearance was always enough to bring a smile to their faces, though it was only Amelia who broke away towards her father first. Funny that; it was usually Cassandra who did so but... no, not now.

She watched as Amelia walked up to her father, hugging him so closely and deeply. Resting her head against his broad chest, the redheaded bat gave a soft giggle as she snuggled against her father. His arm reached around her shoulder as well, hugging close his daughter while a soft and warm smile formed on his lips.

"Had a nice day at school today, sweetie?" Matt asked, a teasing chuckle slipping out of his mouth.

"Oh yeah, a 'nice day at school', ugh! Who actually has those, daddy?" Amelia retorted as she played along with her father.

Seeing them act like this was so... ugh. Cassandra still couldn't separate the image of them being lusty lovers from them being father and daughter. So an act like this which should have been innocent still came off as unintentionally wrong to the black-haired bat.

The hug was just a hug... but her mind saw it as something more. She imagined them doing something more lewd. Kissing one another hard on the lips, tongues dancing, spit swapping, and their nude forms so hot, so sweaty, pressing into one another. She imagined their lustful eyes leering at one another yet again, while their moans filled the air all around them.

Just like last night. And just like so _many_nights.

Biting on her bottom lip, Cassandra's legs closed in on one another. Already a stuffy heat began to build up between her thighs, her pussy getting ever so damp. It was so low as to go by unnoticeable. Well, unnoticeable by anyone but herself, obviously enough.

"Cassandra, sweetie," Matt's calm and soothing voice suddenly called out, snapping her from her thoughts and returning her to reality, "Is something wrong?"

His face was one of concern, genuinely worried about his daughter and her shaken demeanor. But Amelia's face was just... different. She didn't look at Cassandra with concern for her safety or anything like that. No, she looked at her twin with these sharp, taunting eyes and smirking lips. It was the kind of face you'd give someone when you have dirt on them.

But Amelia didn't have dirt on Cassandra, and if she did, what dirt? If anyone had dirt on anyone, it was Cassandra who had dirt on them. They were the ones fucking behind her back! They were the ones in such a taboo, incestuous relationship! If anyone was wrong, it was them!

So... why did Cassandra feel like _she_was in the wrong?

"Something wrong, Cass?" Amelia asked, her tone a bit... mocking.

And really? That lit a fuse within the usually demure teen, and almost immediately, her expression shifted from being confused and unsure, to angered and annoyed.

"Nothing's wrong," she snarled as she pushed by them, denying her father a hug, "Look, I've got a lot of homework, so I'm going to do it, okay?"

When she walked past them to march up the stairs, Matthew reached out for his daughter, really concerned for her now. It wasn't common for Cassandra to react so heated to something. Heh, that's honestly Amelia's forte. So to see his younger daughter be so frustrated and annoyed actually worried him.

"Cassandra," he called, his tone still so worried for her.

But she didn't answer, instead playing it off like she didn't hear a thing as she made her way towards her bedroom. Grip on Amelia's shoulder tightening, the wolf didn't say another word until he heard Cassandra's door open and then close.

"Is... something wrong?" he then asked of the redhead whilst facing her, "Did something happen at school today, Amelia?"

"Not that I know of," she replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "We did have a conversation about boys though. I think that got her pretty heated."

"Boys... ugh... I am not qualified for that," Matt muttered, eyes rolling, "Well... at the very least, I already know who you're 'dating'."

"Heh heh! Of course, Daddy..."

Hands reaching up, Amelia gently began to tug upon her father's shoulders. She always loved the business-minded clothing he wore, and now was no different. His jacket was gone, but his pressed white collared shirt held close to his body. Amelia couldn't help but to stroke her hand along his form, running her fingers along her father's chest and pectorals. He was so masculine, so strong, so suave, so sexy.

"Mmmm..."

"Haaa... tasting the air, dear?" Matt asked, causing Amelia's green eyes to look up towards his brown ones.

"I think I have something better to taste upon..."

Grabbing her father by his shoulders and neck, Amelia reached up to press her lips against his lips. A soft hum escaped her as they kissed, with Matthew's hands reaching down to grip the bat by her waist. Holding his daughter close, the wolf felt no shame as they kissed one another so fervently.

Cassandra saw it.

Her door did indeed open and close, but she did not actually enter her room. Figuring the two would do something the moment she turned her back on them, the black-haired bat returned to the top of the stairs, getting a glimpse of them kissing.

It was pure bliss. Neither of them had their eyes open, both focusing solely on the kiss they shared. At first it was rather chaste; just a lingering peck on the lips. But hunger and desire washed over the two of them, even if it was a bit restrained. Mouths opened up, and tongues soon slid into each other's mouths, swishing, dancing, and tasting from one another.

Cassandra could see it too; their tongues, sliding between their open mouths to taste from one another. It was a lurid sight. A kiss only true lovers would share, or at least lusty individuals. The line between lustful lovers, and father and daughter had long since been blurred. Cassandra didn't know what they were to one another anymore.

Both? Something more?

Regardless, she didn't want to see it anymore. While a part of her wanted to go down there and stop this, another part - a _stronger_part - told her to leave. To go into her bedroom and shut the door, perhaps play some music so that she could drown out the both of them.

So Cassandra did just that. She turned away and left, making her way for her bedroom. She didn't see Amelia's ear twitch.

"Mmmfuaaah... haaa... haaa... daaddyyy," moaned the redhead as she looked up at her father, "You taste so good..."

"And you taste like... burgers?" he repeated, rather nonchalant about the situation, "Did you have JJ's today at school?"

"Heh heh... haaaa... maybe... maybe not..." she answered before putting forth her leg and knee, "Besides, that was earlier. I think I'm a bit hungry for something else. Something a bit... ahem...creamier..."

"Creamier, hm? Haaa... Amelia... you do know your father isn't an infinitely randy young male, don't you?" he then rolled his eyes, "Unlike you and your libido..."

"Maybe... buuuuuuut..."

Reaching up, Amelia undid the first few buttons of her uniform, allowing Matt to gaze upon her plump bust. The soft edges of her pink bra were visible too, cradling her tits so close and giving them such ample support. Ample support she didn't really need honestly, considering her youth.

Amelia used her breasts to further taunt her father, who remained as coy and stoic as could possibly be. It was almost agonizing how much he seemingly didn't care about her flirtatious flaunting, but honestly, that was all a part of the game. To watch that stoic demeanor of his crack and fall apart, revealing the insatiable wolf that existed within.

That insatiable wolf only _she_could bring out.

"Isn't that half of the fun, Daddy?" she asked, eyebrow raised, "Besides... I'm pretty sure with a bit of pushing, you could easily outpace me..."

"Ameliaaaaa..."

"Please..." she leaned in, kissing his chin, "Under your desk?" then she pulled back, grasping at the air like she was holding a cock, and then stroking it in a further lewd gesture, "Just a real quick one..."

The glint in Amelia's eyes... it was like a magnet he had no chance of escaping from. No, more accurately, he'd akin his daughter and her body to that of a bog. Warm. Soft. Bottomless. And the more you struggle to get out, the deeper you sink in.

Although, it was hard to tell if Matthew was even struggling anymore.

Feeling her hand on his shoulder was enough to excite him, his body warming up. He didn't show it on his face, but the emotions in his eyes were true. Boy was he happy to be so close to his daughter.

With neither saying a word, Matthew and Amelia headed up the stairs, their feet gently moving along the floors until they entered his private study. When they did so, Amelia watched with a grin on her lips as her father seized upon her. Her back pressed up against the door, her hands resting at her sides though she pushed out her chest more. Flaunting her body, teasing him with her body, all for her father.

Eyes closing, Matthew moved down again to kiss her. But he wasn't just pleased with a gentle, chaste kiss on the lips. No, no, much like at the bottom of the stairs earlier, Matthew parted her lips with his lips, his tongue sliding into her mouth. Amelia moaned as her father kissed her so fervently, causing her to kiss him back with equal need and desire. Her wings flapped gently as well, the taste of his tongue and spit being something so amazing and oh so good. By the time he was done kissing and he pulled back to breathe, the both of them were panting so lustfully, with Amelia in particular having a rather lustful grin on her lips.

When her eyes looked up at the wolf, he appeared less fatherly and far, far more seductive. His hands then moved up, pressing and pinning Amelia to the wall like he was about to kiss her again. This action caused her heart to shake, as she was practically caught by a big, beefy wolf. And there was _nothing_she could do about that.

His head moved in, her eyes closing shut to start the kiss again. But as she pursed her lips to meet his lips, Amelia instead felt their noses brush and touch up against one another.

"Amelia, sweetie," Matthew said with a teasing chuckle echoing from his lips, "I seem to remember you saying you were thirsty for something... creamy?"

That cocky old man of hers! And here Amelia was thinking she got her spunky attitude from her mother. Perhaps that is true, but Matthew himself could easily play to her tempo and then some.

It was one of the things she _loved_about him.

"You're right, Daddy," Amelia said with a knowing grin, "I'd love for something like that... haaaan..."

Placing his hands upon her hands, Matthew slowly pulled Amelia back with him towards the chair behind his deck. Sitting down upon it, the wolf spread his legs open, allowing her to see the outline of his stiff cock in his pants. When he patted his hand down on his thigh, it caused Amelia's tail to wag and her wings to flutter, all while he said in a beckoning manner,

"Beloved..."

"Hey!" she replied as she got down on her knees before him, "Don't take that impatient tone with me, mister!" her hands started tugging at his pants then, fingers running along his cock through his pants, "Didn't I say this was part of the fun?"

He watched as she moved her head in, rubbing her cheek along his throbbing cock in his pants. Amelia was such a dirty lover, reveling in all the things she could do to him and his body. His heated cock was surely her most favorite part, especially when it was confided like this. It needed to be released, needed to be freed for her viewing - and _tasting -_pleasure. So... why beat around the bush?

With skilled and deft fingers, the redheaded bat freed her father's cock in record time. The belt was unbuckled, the zipper tugged down, the fly pulled open, and there... that lustful scent of a randy male. Sweat and musk permeated the air around his cock, making Amelia moan as she gazed down upon it. It was still in his underwear, but with a slight pull down.

"Haaahhhnnn!"

So long, so thick, and so amazing, her father's mighty cock stood up tall for all to see, with it even casting a shadow that ran along Amelia's face. Seeing it stand like this was similar to gazing upon a monolith, and just as majestic as well.

Reaching her hand up, the redhead clutched the side of her father's dick, gently stroking it up and down in her palm. Her touch coaxed a deep moan from his lips, followed shortly after by a shiver. Brown eyes glancing down, his gaze met her gaze, and all of reality seemed to stop. Here was Amelia, sitting between his legs, brushing her hand along one side of his cock, while her face and cheek rubbed up against the other side. Perhaps it was the taboo thrill of it all but... she just looked so damn sexy.

Lips pursing, Amelia began kissing her father's dick along one side. The gentle sound of her lips smacking against his rod echoed out in his private study, mixing with his moans. She indulged in her father's body, adoring the way his cock got harder in her grip, and how it twitched under her lips. The salty, bitter twang of his length also sent shivers down her spine, triggering a moan that covered his throbbing cock.

"Ahhn... Daddy..." Amelia moaned.

Undoing more buttons on her blouse, the redheaded bat freed her tits from within, allowing them to breath. Drool was starting to hang from her lips as she kissed upon her father's length, with the spittle falling down upon her lovely and luscious breasts. She couldn't take it anymore; she needed him now!

Desire and hunger swelling up deep within Amelia's chest, the redhead finally took aim with her father's cock, her mouth opened wide. Her white-hot breaths danced down upon his throbbing member, her green eyes peering straight towards his musky length. Lips curling into a grin despite how wide they were, Amelia finally pushed herself in.

"Mmmmffff!"

"Nnghh... haaaa..."

Her lips sank on his cock, jaw widening out as her father's dick was just that thick. There once was a slight pain when she did this, but now there was nothing more than a gentle numbness. So many times she had sucked her father's cock, making the act so easy for her. Her tongue didn't slack in its duties however, lapping and curling around his length as best it could while her head pushed down even deeper. The feeling drew a deep moan from Matthew, who reached one hand over upon his desk and the other hand down on her head. His nails gently scratched soft lines into the wood of his desk, while his other hand worked his fingers through her hair, gently brushing it aside to gaze upon his daughter.

Amelia's smirking face was looking back up at him.

She loved this, reveled in it. Deeply moaning around her father's cock, the bat began pushing her head down to suckle upon more of it. At the same time, she moved her hand down between her legs, her pussy dampening and staining her panties wet. With one hand resting on her father's thigh to keep his legs open, her other hand slipped under her skirt and into her panties, her fingers teasing at her cunt.

"Mmmmmmmmhhhnnn!"

A deep moan reverberated through Matthew's cock when she touched upon her cunt, fingers stroking her labia left and right. She was getting wetter and wetter the longer this went on, her movements getting so much more sloppy. But sloppy in a _good_way, mind you. Hungry drool hung from her lips and oozed upon her chin, mixing with the sweat and precum of his delicious cock. All of it tasted so amazing, and all of it drew her fingers to finally dab into her cunt.

"Hrrrrnnnmmmm!!!"

Fingers penetrating her pussy, Amelia began fingering herself at a steady pace while she continued sucking on his dick. Lewd and naughty slurping noises could even be heard echoing out as she sucked up spit and precum, all while her head bobbed up and down at such an agonizingly slow pace. Right now, she controlled whether or not he came, and oh boy, did that show on his face.

"Aauuuuggghhh...!"

Ears suddenly began twitching.

Music was playing about in her headphones, and yet despite her attempts, she could still hear them. The deep, guttural moans of a wolf echoed and filled into her ears, beating down the sound of the wicked drums and guitars of her music. She couldn't believe it; was the universe specifically trying to attack her? Or had she heard her father's moan so much that her ears could pick them up out of a line up.

Oh... why?

Cassandra reached her hand down, grabbing her iPod casually while her thumb slicked along its volume setting. All she needed to do was slide her hand over and the music would be put to max, easily beating out the sounds of Matthew and Amelia. Clearly, just having her sensitive bat ears covered with her headphones wasn't good enough.

But Cassandra hesitated. She didn't slide the music up, she kept it right where it was. Instead, a tremble echoed through her form, running from her ears to her toes. Heat flowed through her soon after, centering on her more erogenous areas. Her breasts, her pussy, just to name a few. Shivering like she was suddenly incredibly cold, the black-haired teen even licked her lips as she felt suddenly so...

Hungry.

Oh no. No, no, no. No! Not again! Not... no... not again.

Try, try with all her might, Cassandra just couldn't stop herself from getting moist.

Her lustful odor was beginning to fill the air, escaping through the pants she had changed into despite them being closed. The hand she had on her math textbook began to slide away, and her eyes closed shut. Despite not wanting to, she couldn't help but to imagine what Amelia and Matthew were doing right now.

Were they fucking? Well, that was obvious going by their father's moan, but how exactly? And where? They couldn't be doing it in the living room; that was far too obvious and blatant this time of day. So... maybe in his bedroom? Perhaps in his bathroom, even? Maybe they were doing it in some random nook of their home, one Cassandra would never happen by? Ooooh! This was far too adventurous for the two! They never did it during the day!

At least... she'd never _heard_them doing it do the day. Oh heavens! Have they been doing it during the day as well without her realizing it!?

Why did that make her wetter!

Whether it be by her growing arousal or just instinct, Cassandra's hand started to drift towards her pelvis. In the darkness of her mind, she saw her father, pumping his thick, veiny cock deep into Amelia's pussy. She could perfectly see their lustful faces as they did so, both drowning in sexual bliss.

But as they did so, the image of the two began to morph and change to the point that - just like last night - the image of Amelia transformed into someone else. Soon, it wasn't the redhead being fucked by their father, but Cassandra _herself._She was the one being fucked by their dad on his bed, not Amelia. And maybe it would be Amelia spying on them.

"Yeeeesssss... eeeeeep!"

Cassandra's eyes grew wide, realization donning on her. Having returned to reality, she looked down to see her hand rubbing at her pussy through her pants! Dammit! Was she about to do it again!? Masturbate to them fucking... again!? Was she just as wrong as they were?

And if it was indeed wrong... why did it feel so right?

Ya'know what? Enough of this! No! Cassandra was done with their antics! She was going to barge right into their father's door and catch them in the act! Yes! That's exactly what she was about to do!

Gaining courage she didn't realize existed within her, Cassandra stood up from her vanity mirror and made her way over towards her door. Slipping through it, she marched all the way to her father's door, grabbed it by the knob, flung it open and...

Nothing. They weren't in his bedroom. Oh.

"Hoooooohhh..."

That was her father's moan, and it came in the direction of his private study. So that's where they were! Puffing out her chest and taking a deep breath, Cassandra felt a revitalization of her own courage. There was no stopping her this time! She was going to push through his door and catch them! She was going to do this!

She was going to be the one who _fucks_their father!

Wait, what!? No, that's not it! No! She was just gonna stop them! Y-yeah.

Yeeaaaaah...

Regardless, Cassandra made her way to the door of their father's private study, gripped its knob tightly, and then she stopped. One breath. Two breath. Three breaths. And...

She pushed it open.

"AH-HA!!!

"Ah-haa... what...?" replied her father.

Cassandra's green eyes grew wide as she looked across the room towards her father, seeing his nonchalant face staring back. This... was not what she was suspecting. Where was Amelia? Why did her father appear so casual? Honestly, he looked like he was doing business as usual. He even had a cup of water to help him get through the day.

"B-bub-bb-b-b-but... huh?"

"Is... something wrong, sweetie?" Matthew inquired, eyebrow raised.

"Wh... where's Amelia?" she asked back, causing his head to cock to one side.

"Amelia...? I think your sister said something about going to the pool but... I might be getting that confused with the other day. I can't remember," he answered with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"Oh... I just... I just thought... she'd be in here or... or something..." Cassandra replied, before blushing furiously, "I'm sorry! I'msorryI'msorryI'msorry!"

"Cassandra, it's okay," he answered whilst giving her a sweet and heartwarming smile, "You can try and check in your sister's room for her, or at the poolside bar. She's probably there."

"O... okay... th-thank you Daddy!"

Pulling back, Cassandra slunk away from the door with an incredibly embarrassed face on. She couldn't believe it; this time of all times, they _weren't_having sex? Maybe her father wasn't moaning and was just relaxing after a job well done. Oh! She was so stupid! So foolish, so--

"Cassandra," Matthew suddenly called, causing her to turn and face him.

"Yes, Daddy?"

And that's when she saw it. His facade had a tiny little fracture within it, but a fracture nonetheless. His brown eyes were sharp and powerful, his expression casual and nonchalant, his fur nice and pressed... but his cheeks were red. Her father was blushing, and not from embarrassment like she was, but from something else.

Cassandra's eyes grew wide, the answer hidden but she knew it all the same. Amelia wasn't in her bedroom, or changing to get into her bikini, nor was she at the pool or the poolside bar. Amelia was here in this very room. Amelia was in his desk, hiding.

Cassandra had them caught. They were all in the same room! All she needed to do was walk around the desk and catch them red handed! And then... actually, she didn't know what would happen then, but she was sure_something_would happen.

But Cassandra's green eyes cut back to her father, staring him in the face. And when she did, she noticed this challenging gaze in his eyes. It was as if he were _taunting_her to do just that. He _wanted_her to discover their dirty, taboo secret. All she needed to do was walk over.

But she didn't. And her father spoke yet again.

"What do you want for dinner?" Matthew asked, eyebrow raised.

"Umm... uh... p-pasta sounds great, D-daddy."

"Pasta, hm? Heh heh... okay sweetie. _Anything_for you."

And then his head cocked to one side, giving her such an inviting smile. It was the smile she expected of him; the smile expected of a father. So warm, so kind, so filled with love. Cassandra didn't doubt her father's love for her in the slightest; she knew he loved her as any father should.

So why did his warm smile hurt_her so much? Cassandra knew why. He saw her as nothing more than his daughter, but he saw Amelia as both his daughter... and something_more.

Thump!

Closing the door behind her, Cassandra slumped her back up against it in utter disbelief. Amelia was under their father's desk - probably sucking his cock - while she was speaking to him. And yet Matthew didn't break his facade in the least bit, save for the blush. And honestly, a part of Cassandra felt as if that too was purposeful. As if her father too was mocking her for not knowing what they were doing.

Cassandra felt so belittled by this, so pathetic. But her body - the _machine -_it was so uncontrollably _hot!_Her pussy was so wet, the flames so strong, she needed to douse them! She needed to, or else she'd go crazy!

So for the second time in under 24 hours, Cassandra felt the burning need to masturbate.

Rushing to her room, she pulled her pants down her legs at record speeds, unveiling her plump thighs and cute pink panties. Not removing the garment completely, she instead pulled them aside to unveil her cunt. At the same time, her hand pulled up the shirt she was wearing, all the way to the tops of her cute pink bra. No more hesitating; she just needed to--

"Fuuuuuuck! Haaaaaa!"

With one hand groping her breasts, the other hand started sliding her fingers in and out of her already wet twat. Her cunt was so tight, clenching around her digits as she fingered herself furiously. In and out, in and out, the lurid noises echoed and bounced off the wall. And yet again, she thought about Amelia and her father, her twin sucking his cock beneath his desk. But that image morphed to the point that it was her sucking their father's cock beneath his desk.

And it was oh so good!

POP!

"Haaaahhh... heh heh... that was pretty naughty of you, Daddy," Amelia quipped as she looked up at her father from beneath his desk, green eyes glowing with lust and desire, "Lying to Cass like that. Heh heh! Do you think she noticed anything was up?"

"No... I don't think so," he answered whilst looking back at his daughter, who was currently jerking his cock off, "Although... she seemed to notice something was strange but..."

"But... what?"

"Ah... it's nothing.." replied Matthew with a shake of his head, "It doesn't matter. Why don't you get yourself more comfortable while I deal with the door."

"More...comfortable?" Amelia repeated, before filling the air with lurid giggles, "Of course, Daddy!"

Getting up from his chair, Matthew made his way over towards the door of his study in order to lock it. For what they were about to do, the last thing he wanted was for Cassandra to _really_catch them in the act. Once the door was locked, he turned to face his daughter behind him.

Amelia's shirt had been unbuttoned enough to reveal her pink bra, as well as her flat stomach. Slowly she let the garment slip and fall from her shoulders, where she stood before him in nothing but her cute shoes, socks, skirt and bra. With a flat expression, Matthew watched as his daughter walked around to the front end of his desk, where she sat right on the edge of it. Pulling her legs up, she sat there with them spread open so that he could see her panties, taunting and teasing him from beneath her open skirt.

"Daddy," she beckoned to him, her cute bust rising and lowering from how hard she was breathing, "Please... _take_me."

Matthew nodded.

Leaning back a bit upon her father's desk, Amelia pulled open her pussy so that he could stare deep into her wonderfully pink cunt. She was incredibly wet, glistening and glowing while her juices oozed out to stain upon the desk beneath her. Matthew's cock twitched at the sight of his daughter's pussy, and he slowed approached her with his every step.

"Oooh yeesss, Daddyyy," moaned Amelia as she spread her pussy out even wider, "Haaaaaah!"

Grasping her by her thigh, Matthew caused the redhead to gasp while he gripped his cock by the knot. Looking down, Amelia watched as her father took aim towards her pussy with his cock, a slight nod coming from her head as she wanted nothing more than for him to fuck her senseless. Instead, Matthew stroked her cunt a few times to tease her, even causing Amelia to whine with desire. But before she could speak out, she felt the head of his length begin to press into the seal of her cunt. Moaning from the brief interaction alone, Amelia watched with bated breaths as Matthew began to slide his cock inside of her by the first inch or so.

Only for him to suddenly ram it all inside.

"Haaaaa fuuuck!" Amelia screamed, only to quickly cover her mouth soon after.

When she was ready, she looked down to see his cock fitted so perfectly inside of her. Sure, she felt her cunt being widened out a bit by his thick dick, but all their time together had matched her pussy to his length and his length alone. And, damn, was the pleasure unbeatable. With hungry drool hanging from her lips, Amelia reached up and placed her hands upon his shoulders while her green eyes gazed deep into his brown eyes.

"I love you so much, Daddy," she said breathlessly.

"I love you too, Amelia," he replied.

With a sudden thrust of his hips, Matthew slammed his cock deep into Amelia's cunt. Her head fell back and the desk shook, the computer monitor quaking as well. Amelia could feel his dick scrape along the walls of her pussy, while she hungrily clung to him. A dirty, wet slurping noise also echoed all, while the 'Pits!'and 'Pats!' of their bodies touching bounced off the walls.

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Amelia groaned, her legs wrapping around his hips so that she couldn't move anywhere, "Right there, Daddy! Right there! Mmmmm! Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

Nodding to her request, Matthew picked up the speed and power of his hips. His pounding grew viscous soon after, Amelia's tits bouncing from every deep, powerful slam into her cunt.

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

In and out, in and out, the wolf slammed his cock into her cunt, drawing out delirious moans. While her hand continued to cling to his shoulders, Matthew's hands sat on her legs, pushing them up so he could have unbridled access to her pussy. The redhead bit her bottom lip, as thrust after thrust sent her hair flying, and her breasts bouncing. Her cunt suckled on his dick, not wanting to let it go for as long as she could. Eventually, her green eyes opened, as she felt her orgasm growing stronger and stronger. She could even feel his dick kissing the deepest areas of her pussy; the head of his cock touching up against her womb!

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmmphh!?... Haaaaaaaaa!!!"

Slamming deep inside of her, Matthew finally unleashed all the cum he had stored within. His balls churning, his dick shot out his creamy white seed deep inside of her pussy. Amelia's eyes began rolling to the back of her skull as the orgasm rocked her, and she gave out a long, drawn out moan. Laying flat on his desk in pure orgasmic bliss, Amelia felt his spunk pool within her snatch, turning it into a heated bath of cum. All of this combined caused her own orgasm to roar through her form.

"Haaaaaaaahhnnnn!!!"

Such clear juices of her pussy shot out around his cock, staining Matthew's desk and matting down the fur around his thighs. It was so hot and steamy; the wolf would certainly smell like Amelia until he took a shower. The feeling of was mutual, thanks to all of that cum oozing down her thigh.

Matthew pulled back, his brown eyes gazing down her body towards their touching sexes. His cock buried so deep into her cunt, well, except her knot. No, no, this time he didn't bury his length fully inside of her, keeping his knot just outside of her pussy. He twisted softly, a groan flowing out of her lips as her pussy was still trying to relax around his girth. Instead, her father pulled back, cock slipping and sliding out of her cunt. White seed and spunk slowly oozed out of her pussy, falling to stain on both his dick and her desk in such a sordid image.

"Haaaa... haaaa... haaaa..."

"Hooo... hooo... hooo..."

"Haaa... hah... hahah... heh heheh! Heheheheheheheh!"

"Hey... hooo... what's so funny?"

"Nothing Daddy, nothing. It's just... just..." she gave him a wry grin whilst raising an eyebrow, "Pasta? What? Are you going to make your 'world famous' spaghetti?"

"Hey! You like my spaghetti!" he replied in a slightly insulted tone.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!"

"Aaahh... heh heh... hmm... okay, Amelia. Okay..."

Slowly he laid his hand on her thigh, gently stroking his hand up and down upon it. He just wanted to touch his daughter, but that alone was enough to make her give a moan. When he looked up, his brown eyes leered into her green ones, and she had such a lovely smile on her lips.

"I love you, Daddy..."

"I love you too, Amelia..."

Hand reaching up, the wolf gently stroked his thumb long her lip, garnering a cute giggle from his daughter. Pursing her lips, Amelia began to kiss the tip of his thumb, once and then twice, before opening her mouth to suck upon his thumb. When she did that, her expression was so soft, so demure. Heh, he couldn't help but to see Cassandra in those eyes.

"I should really get to work on dinner," Matthew said as he pulled his thumb from Amelia's mouth, only to then scratch at the side of her neck in a gentle manner, "And you should take a shower. Hmm... we don't want Cassandra thinking anything, do we?"

"Haaa... of course, Daddy," she said whilst shooting him a wink, "Although... maybe I should take you up on that offer and go out to the pool. Heh heh heh! How does that sound?"

"Not on a school night you don't," he replied, making her roll her eyes.

"Ugh... your so lame..."

But before he pulled away, Matthew leaned in, pressing his lips up to Amelia's lips. Their kiss this time was far more chaste, far more simple. Really, if you saw this kiss and this kiss alone, you wouldn't imagine anything peculiar was going on between the two. Look down however and... well...

Pulling back, Matthew was quick to collect his pants and underwear, pulling them both up. Amelia did likewise, buttoning back up her blouse and tightening her skirt around her hips, as well as collecting her panties from off the floor. When did they get there? Uh... you know.

They were skilled at this, a dance they did ever so often behind Cassandra's back. In only a few seconds flat, the two were fully dressed, with Matthew appearing business-like and suave, and Amelia with her casual and lax demeanor.

Naturally, Mathew left first, heading for the kitchen in order to cook for his twin daughters. Amelia on the other hand started heading for her bedroom... only to stop at Cassandra's door. Raising her hand, she was just bout to knock on it to alert her sister, wishing to further taunt her with the information they were now both privy to. But instead...

"Haaaaa... come oooooonnn...! Pleaaaaaseeee...!"

Cassandra was still masturbating.

Her panties hung around her ankle, her legs spread open, her finger slinking and slurping into her pussy. The black-haired bat had her shirt pulled up to her chest, her bra having long since been discarded, much like her pants. Because of this, her cute ebony nipples stood tall for all to see. They were fully erect and so damn sensitive, drawing her to pinch and tweak them to build her pleasure higher and higher.

Yet for some reason, it was so damn difficult to bring herself to that blissful orgasm, despite really trying with all her might. She needed something bigger than her fingers, o-or maybe she needed to do this better. Why was masturbating so hard?

"Haaaa... pleasseeee! Nnnghhh!"

Her fingers were glowing due to the fluids tracked upon them, and her pussy was throbbing so hungrily. Every stroke along her velvety walls sent bolts of pleasure through her body, but even they weren't enough. She needed more. She needed--

"Daaaaddyyyyy...!"

Closing her eyes and laying her head back, Cassandra imagined her father walking in through the door to catch her stroking her cunt like this. But instead of shouting or yelling at her, he'd move in to help her. He'd sit on the bedside beside her, where he'd stick those powerful and thick lupine fingers right into her cunt.

"Aaaauuuhh!"

His fingers would be so much stronger than her smaller ones, and his pressure would be so much stronger as well. When he pushed his fingers into her cunt, she'd fucking feel it! And mirroring what her imaginary father would do, Cassandra pushed her digits deep into her womanhood.

"Haaah... Dadddyyyy! Mmmm! P-please! More!"

Anything for you, sweetie... her imaginary father replied.

Setting a fast and strong pace, Cassandra's fingers stroked along her vaginal walls, exploring it with her every push. In the darkness of her mind, she was not fingering herself, it was her father. And he was such a kind, compassionate lover, indeed. He didn't push in too hard, didn't push in too light, and if she did feel discomfort, it was all her fault, not his.

This was shameful thinking, utterly and truthfully. Imagining her father doing these things to her should have filled her head with shame and disgust... but instead she found it to be so enthralling. Was this why Amelia and Matthew did it? This taboo feeling was like the rush of a drug; one hit, and she was already addicted!

Her fantasy daddy began to finger fuck her even harder, causing dirty squelching noises to echo out of her wet cunt. Another moan was threatening to fill the air, a louder one at that. Grabbing her stuffed dolphin beside her, Cassandra stuffed her head into its soft surface to give a lurid scream.

"Hrrrrmmmmmmmmmmphh!!!"

And that's when she found... it: That bundle of nerves deep within her cunt she had heard only as whispered tones among her more sexually inclined friends. At long last her g-spot had revealed itself via an accidental pull back. When she stroked it, she nearly went insane.

That didn't stop her from touching it more.

"Hrrrrghhh! Hrrrrgghhh!"

Hungered drool slobbering out of her mouth and staining her stuffed dolphin, Cassandra abused her g-spot without a care in the world. Her every stroke helped build her orgasm more and more, and eventually, it sent her body into overdrive. She bucked and writhed on her bed so wantonly, green eyes twitching with heady desire as her limit was vast approaching.

A few more thrusts, that's all it took. A few more thrusts given to her by her dearest daddy.

"MMMMMMMMMMMPHHHHH!!!"

Cassandra's entire body shuddered as she was racked with a powerful orgasm. Thick, clear, feminine juices squirted all out of her cunt in a steady stream, plastering upon her bed and the floor. It was a far stronger orgasm than the one she had last night, that much is clear. Heh, and yet it went by with the same amount of speed.

Just like an explosion. It takes so long to set up, but the act itself is over far, far too soon.

"Haaaunnnghh... haaaaaahhnnn... haaaaaa..." TAP! Tap! Tap. Tap... "Huh?"

Footsteps? And just outside her door no less? Oh no! Oh nonononononono!

Cassandra's green eyes were as wide as lights as she gazed at the door, fearing that her 'personal time' had been overheard by her family. Was her it her father? Her sister? Regardless, it was so embarrassing. And - oh no - what if they overheard her moaning her father's name? What would happen then? With all the things they had been doing behind her back, why did this feel extra bad somehow?

Guess that was just meek attitude at play.

Regardless, Cassandra leaned up and faced the door, her heart still trembling. Reaching her hand out, she called to the door, expecting a response.

"H-hello...?"

But she didn't get anything.

The ghost had returned to its machine, driving Cassandra up onto her feet. Scrambling for her pants quickly, the bat forwent the use of her panties to instead scurry near the door as quickly as she could. But once she got there, she stopped and paced herself, her hand resting up against the entryway to her bedroom.

And then she said something, as if knowing who was there.

"... Amelia?"

Cassandra got no answer.

Finally grabbing her door's knob, the black-haired bat pulled it open to reveal... nothing. Not her sister, nor her father, just an empty hall.

But there was this unique scent here, something that... smelled_familiar_. Nose shaking and quivering, Cassandra began sniffing and smelling at the air around her until she looked down to see...

A bag. A bag of food. What? Grabbing the bag, she picked it up and opened it to reveal a burger wrapped in aluminum foil. It was the burger Amelia bought for her, the one from JJ's. But there was a note attached to it. Was it the receipt? No. It was just a sliver of paper, one that had writing on it.

The penmanship was gorgeous, the handwriting belonging to only one bat. It was a message written for her by Amelia, and it said,

Love you Cass!

This note, it roared through Cassandra like a bullet train. It was something so simple, just an admission of love from one sibling to another over a silly piece of white paper. And yet, somehow in someway, Cassandra knew it. From this note alone, she just_knew_ it.

And for a change, a rare explicit left the batgirl's lips.

"Oh shit..."