NOTE TO READERS: If you would like to understand Lilly's story relative to the other works on my page, please read my profile. While there are still a few more chapters to post from "Cultivating Lilly," if you are enjoying this book, I think you'll also find "The Stranger" and "The Conventioneer" interesting as these also focus on Lilly, albeit later in her life. These are only working chapter titles for an as-yet unnamed book.
IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly is formally welcomed as a member of the Vatspalt family with a gift that has a deeper significance than she knows. While attending to Lilly's special place, Momma recalls the deft and cunning manipulation it took to train her family's new toy. Momma force feeds her special place to their concubine for the first time, delivering Lilly to a newfound appreciation for the taste of a woman's feminity. Bound by her 'sisters,' Momma takes a more direct approach to the training of their young concubine's bottom. Lilly is directed to wear binding cuffs, awakening new feelings to the power of being controlled. Lilly's unknowing subjugation continues as she loses herself to the passion of pleasing her second family.
The Swedish words for pussy (snippa, fitta), cock (kuk) and asshole (stanga) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.
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The Wednesday morning following Uncle Lars' departure, Lilly rang the doorbell at the Vatspalt residence. She decided to take the day off from school because the Vatspalts had invited her over for an odd mid-week visit. At the moment, her parents thought she was sitting in Biology class.
Cassy answered with a huge smile on her pretty Swedish face and not a stitch of clothing on her elvish body. Lilly had seen Cassy nude every day since meeting the girl in the locker room at their community college months ago and was still taken by her friend's innocent beauty, which shone through enormous aquamarine eyes, a small chin and high-set cheekbones.
At 19-years old, Cassy appeared young for her age. She wore very little makeup, save for some pink blush and lip gloss, along with subtle eyeliner and light mascara to better define her nearly invisible lashes. The gentle swell of her budding breasts were topped with coned areolas and sharply pointed nipples. Cassy was petite, skinny - to the point of being boney - and had never owned a bra. If she did, a trainer would have been more than up to the task.
Cassy's Swedish heritage made her long, razor-straight hair white-blond, and the morning sun shone golden on her pale body, the fine hairs creating an iridescent halo around her slight frame. Cassy was completely unconcerned that any neighbor passing by would have caught a glimpse of her nudity as she stood in the threshold. Lilly unabashedly eyed her friend's diminutive pussy. Shaved bald, it was forever split with billowy pink rosebud petals that were always in bloom, as if she were constantly aroused. "You look beautiful this morning," said Lilly. She unconsciously licked her lips as she stepped inside and shut the door.
Cassy said, as always, "Take your clothes off." There was excitement in her voice, as if she was asking this for the first time. Lilly hugged her friend and, as always, eagerly set about the task of undressing.
Wispy, tall and top heavy with buoyant mounds that easily filled a D-cup, Lilly's wavy mahogany hair typically fell well below her shoulders and long side-swiped bangs brushed against soft eyebrows. This morning its length was trussed in low-hanging pigtails, just the way her second family preferred. It made it easier to hold her in place while driving a cock between her lips. Lilly enjoyed being held in place.
Lilly's emerald eyes complemented her hair and, like Cassy, she didn't wear much makeup. Some powder to lighten a dusting of faint freckles across the tops of her cheekbones, eyeliner and mascara usually did the trick. If she were feeling fancy, she might dab some lipstick over her full lips.
Within the Vatspalt home, or when they were in the backyard, no one wore clothing any longer. Gone were the days of Momma wearing sheer tops or Louise sitting around the house in a short skirt with her legs open; her shaved firth boldly displayed. Lilly particularly liked seeing Daddy's and Erik's beautiful naked cocks and heavyset fruit pouches as they swayed and bounced while strolling through the house. Not having to steal sideways glances at their impressive members because they were hidden in tight-fitting shorts or thin lounge pants was much more enjoyable.
Lilly liked seeing her second family as God intended. And even if the Vatspalts were clothed, Lilly knew they preferred her to be nude. The time for being uneasy when such direction was given was long past, and she always acquiesced when asked to present herself in such a way.
Although she didn't care for it, Lilly still kept up the charade of conservatively dressing around her parents and in her day-to-day life in Palo Alto. Had she presented her new-found comfort with the public display of her most intimate places, the resulting fallout from her parents would have been untenable. But around the Vatspalt's she was a completely different person.
Cassy helped by tugging the oversized sweatshirt over Lilly's head while Lilly stepped out of her sneakers and pulled the drawstring of the bulky sweats she wore. They fell from her narrow hips as Cassy went to her knees, rolling Lilly's boring, conservatively cut underpants down her long legs as she went. Lilly always left her house dressed the way her real parents expected. This was the safest approach as one Friday night, it had almost been a problem.
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On the way to the Vatspalts for the weekend, she kissed her mother, who was sitting primly in the family room. Her lips were set in a sneer and her hands were buried in her lap. "Before you go, take your clothes off."
"What? You must be kidding." Her mother didn't budge and Lilly pushed back; arguing vehemently against the intrusion on her personal space. "You can't do this!"
"Yes I can young lady. Now, strip."
Lilly started crying. "I'm an adult. I'm not taking my clothes off for you. I don't have to."
Her father had wandered into the living room when he heard the raised voices. "Young lady," he yelled, "you live in our house and you will obey our rules. If your mother says to do something, you do it. Do I make myself clear?"
Lillys cheeks glowed with embarrassment and were shiny with tears. "I can't believe you're siding with her." Her father only glowered.
"I can go get the belt, if you prefer that approach," he said.
"Now, Lilly, take your clothes off," her mother said quietly. "This is for your own good."
Lilly sobbed as she stripped down to her underwear. "Why are you making me do this?"
"I know that little slutty friend of yours doesn't wear anything under her clothes when she stays here and I don't want that kind of influence rubbing off," her mother said. "Good girls wear underpants and a bra."
Lilly seethed as she stood still for the inspection of her body. She had debated not wearing anything beneath her clothes but changed her mind at the last minute for fear of just such an occurrence. She was glad she went with her gut.
As her mother scanned her body from head to toe, Lilly clenched her fists to keep from yelling. She hated her real parents.
"I hope you're happy," she hissed as she dressed.
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As Cassy fiddled with her panties, Lilly worked the modestly cut bra off her shoulders. It felt as if she were shedding an unwanted husk and she rejoiced as the air kissed her skin. In no more than a few moments, Lilly stood in nothing more than her baby blue ankle socks, which she retained. They kept her piggies warm against the cool stone floors and she knew Daddy liked her that way.
Dancing her fingers over Lilly's special place, Cassy said, "You shaved this morning." She placed a single kiss on the swale of Lilly's smooth mons then stood and playfully squeezed Lilly's tits. Lilly didn't object to the fondling and watched closely as her nipples went stiff with arousal. Cassy took her by the hand and said, "Come on in."
Cassy led her upstairs to the master bedroom, where they found Momma and Louise. Momma hugged her and then took Lilly by the hand, leading her into the closet. Smiling and giggling, Lilly's 'sisters' followed.
The little room was filled with expensive clothes; almost one half dedicated to Daddy, the other half - and a little more - was for Momma. A large square ottoman squatted in the middle and could be used to sit on while dressing. A petite crystal chandelier hung over the center of the room and cast diamond-like reflections around the generous space. Custom drawers and hang bars kept everything in order. Oddly, one panel was just a flat, vertical expanse. Lilly noticed there were some holes in the panel, along with various bits of hardware like hooks and fasteners. She assumed it was to hold clothing for steaming or ironing.
"Sit," Momma said.
Lilly obediently took a seat, automatically spreading her legs as she'd been taught. Momma appraised Lilly's special place for a long moment and said, "Two fingers, please."
Lilly understood and pushed two fingers inside her cleft without a second thought. It was easy. She had woken early for a half-hour stretching session with the wine bottle she kept hidden under her mattress at home and had been frothing since Cassy removed her panties at the front door.
Momma smiled. "You have become such a good girl."
"Thank you," Lilly said.
