An Incest Birthday Chapter 19
Ashley. The 5’4” redheaded, hazel eyed, small titted (a-b cup) wicked witch of the west was the person we blindly agreed to hang out with for the next few weeks. Fuck my life. Of all the people that could have come through the door, why did it have to be her? How bad is my luck? I know the saying goes you have to take the good with the bad, but this is worse than bad, this is beyond bad, this is Ashley, here, in our house, and there’s nothing we can do about it. “Oh you’ve already met each other?” Ashley’s father asked. “Yeah we’ve met, we actually know each other pretty well,” Ashley smirked. “Good, this will be easier than I thought. Just don’t try anything or I’ll break your arms,” he said …