"Sure," Randy says, reaching up and wiping a tear from her cheek. He can barely contain his excitement. "Look, Sis, I really don't want to ruin anyone's life. But like you, I can't help myself. Watching you and Dad fuck... you were so... the way you moved... your body is so perfect... you are like the ultimate fantasy... you are like a f**k goddess." Randy stops talking. Sylvia is just looking at him. Is she actually blushing?
"What do you want me to do?" he asks quietly.
"I don't know," Randy admits, his plan is changing while they speak. "It depends on what you want."
"What do you mean?" Sylvia asks.
"Well, you said what you and Dad had was special," Randy says, formulating an idea in his mind. "I don't want you to just go through the motions with me. I want to find some way to make
