"Quinn wasn't distracted last night," Ingrid said. "Best fucking I ever had."

"Mom?" I asked.

She glanced at my father, wondering what to say. She knew he'd heard her begging to be fucked last night. Everyone had heard her.

Finally, Mom said, "I have no words to describe it."

Safe, but descriptive.

Brigitte had fewer filters. "Every time you begged to be fucked, Simon had to fuck me again. It's a wonder he's not a dehydrated husk whose dick fell off."

Now that she mentioned it, Dad's prick did look a little raw and red. Not that I was looking at Dad's dick, mind you, but still.

"I hope you...