My brother was killed on Monday. On Monday night my brother's daughter came to stay with me. Today, Tuesday morning, we'd had sex. Several times. I figured my shot at the Uncle of the Year Award was maybe slipping away from me a little.

Dawn was lying face down on the living room couch and I was lying on top of her, taking her slowly and gently from behind. My hands were cupped around her tits and I was thrusting into her with a nice, easy rhythm and we were soul kissing and she was moaning into my mouth.

"Tell me again, Johnny," she said.

"Incest," I said. "California penal...