Here is your chance to write an incest story. I have started it below, and now you get to tell me what direction each chapter will take. I will choose the best comments and write from those directions. This is no longer my story, so go at it and may the best comment win.
Thanks to ChiefHal for his proofreading efforts.
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Chapter One
Allan Golding had everything, a beautiful wife, and two grown children, that they had somehow not managed to stuff up completely. He had built up his business and then taken it to the world, making billions along the way. He felt the weight of expectation on his shoulders as soon as his feet were on the floor. Sitting on the side of the bed, he tried to relax his jaw and stop the incessant grinding that was ruining his teeth.
Allan looked over his shoulder at his sleeping wife. She was partly uncovered, her wonderful small breast and pink nipple exposed, along with most of her perfectly waxed pussy and her left leg. If he had the time and energy, he would tap that, but it had been months, and he didn't think he knew how to start.
He stepped into the walk-in shower and washed off his body. Soaping his long cock, that now lay slack between his legs. A few years back, it would still be hard after seeing Angela naked like that. He shook his head. There were things to do; thousands of people relied on him, and he had to get to it.
Walking through the hall, he ducked his head into Dean's room, hoping to say hello, but he was fast asleep. He passed Rebeca's door, and as usual, her bed was empty. He could smell the coffee as he entered the kitchen, taking the travel cup from his daughter's hand, a quick hug she held for a second longer, before he pulled away.
"Thanks Becca," He said, noticing his cock stirring and admonishing himself for that reaction.
The blades began beating as he crossed the manicured lawn, and he stepped into the bright silver chopper, and it lifted off as soon as his ass hit the seat.