She had been waiting for him, ready to kick off a night of pure unadulterated debauchery. Dale caught her, most likely in the heat of an intimate, personal moment. Scottie knew well what their father probably saw, it was a vision that often filled his own fantasies, yet her brother at least had the privilege to live them out to their fullest. But this was his sister, not his daughter. He could only imagine what was going through his father's head, to come home and see his daughter nearly naked and stretched across his bed, writhing, wet, and willing.

But then again, this wasn't their reality. That would mean this...