Hi, the name’s Charlotte. My friends and family called me Lottie.
As far as regular nineteen-year-olds go, I was pretty regular, except for one tiny little thing.
I was into incest porn.
No, I didn’t intend to fuck anyone in my family, that’s *wrong*. I liked the taboo nature of incest, okay? Something about doing it with someone in your family, how it’s so wrong, flipped switches inside me. My hobby was to have a really good time with Mr Bunny, my trusty vibrator and some hot incest vids I found off the internet.
I lived with Mom and Dad, so most of the time, I had to do it on the down-low. No moaning, Mr Bunny turned down to the lowest setting under the sheets so no one would hear and it’s either mute or headphones in when I’m watching Daddy fucking his daughter.
Yeah, that was my jam. I didn’t mind a bit of brother-sister porn, but the thought of being bred by my own daddy always got me off.
So it was a Wednesday afternoon. College classes were over. Mom was out somewhere- at the spa with her friends or shopping as usual. Dad and my bro were working still, so I had a good few hours alone in the house.