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Marcie is cute, there is no better word to describe the four-year-old. Her long fair hair is tied in bunches and her bright blue eyes over a snub nose and a gap-toothed smile arrest your attention.

John is also cute. The same fair hair and blue eyes, but he has a slightly sulky look and his trainers scuff the floor as he walks into your consulting room. They sit down side by side looking down at their feet. Mother stands to one side.

"I hear you have been having problems at home," you say as an opening to start them talking, but they just sit there, radiating resentment.

"You promised me that you would talk to the doctor," Mother says sharply. Both kids wince but keep studying their shoes.

"I wonder if it would work better if I talked to the children on their own," you say.

Mother takes a moment to consider. "Okay, I guess. I'll be right outside if you need me."

"So, how long have you two been fucking," you ask. The children look up at you with wide eyes. "I don't just mean with each other but with your father and now your mother. I want you to tell me how you got started."

Marcie sits there, blushing scarlet, but John looks slightly fierce. "It was Dad started it," he says.

A pretty commonplace story really. John discovers wanking and finds Dad's porn stash. then he gets caught by his kid sister who wants to know more. Soon after he finally convinces his then three-year-old sister to suck his cock, their father catches them and, instead of getting mad, he joins in. A year later, whenever Mum is out of town, Dad is educating them about all the different ways that a boy and girl can have fun together. It turns out that he has not yet actually fucked Marcie (although he said he wanted to when she was old enough) but he had no such inhibitions about his son's ass, his daughter's mouth, or wanking while he watched them together.

"So how do you both feel about what's happening at home," you ask. All you get is a couple of shrugs.