Interesting idea. My A Taste of Incest: Lemonade
triptych features the mostly-abandoned wife, son, and daughter of a wandering cryptozoologist. I'd not thought to send the daughter out with her distracted daddy. Let's see, can I fit A Taste of Incest: Lemonade With Daddy
in a LIT title line?
In Portland OR, daughter is 18, son is 19, MILF mom is 34, and daddy hunts legends in Patagonia. Demented daddy make one of his once-every-few-years visits home, infects his wife with a few new STDs he's picked up in his travels, and prepares for an author's tour to promote the book of his last expedition.
Daughter is tired of perfect Portland and hitches along with daddy. Why are there always selkies, other were-critters, various yeti-like beings, swamp things, chimerae, and revenants in the audiences? Why does each night always end with beastly orgies? Are any bookstores slimed?