To his credit, Daddy doesn't look like someone who's been spying on his daughter making out with her best friend for the past twenty minutes, nor does he openly gawk at our entwined, naked bodies. "What do you need help with, sweetheart?"

"We're horny," I say with a bratty pout.

"I can see that," he says with a chuckle, which makes Kitty squeak again. I pet her hair again to soothe her. "What do you want me to do about it, hm?"

"Daddyyyy," I whine, because I know he's just being deliberately obtuse.

He laughs again, and steps into the room to sit on my bed, so he's now perched...