IN THIS CHAPTER: Lilly is taken on a trip to Napa, California, by the men of the Vatspalt family. Daddy disapproves of Lilly's decision to wear a bra and panties. As a result of her misbehavior, Daddy punishes Lilly's special place. Lilly is surprised at how sexy a bulky cardigan sweater can be. A shopping spree allows Lilly to dress to her suitors' wishes.
The Swedish words for pussy (snippa, fitta, slidan), and cock (kuk), are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.
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Once Christmas passed, Lilly's parents weren't as concerned about her being home in the evenings, which was fine with her. Arranging to spend four midweek nights at the Vatspalts, when Lilly walked in the front door early on a Tuesday morning (her mom had dropped her off on the way to work), Daddy, Uncle Lars and Gustov were waiting inside the door to greet her. They wore stylish casual slacks and linen pastel shirts with sport coats. They looked dashing and Lilly's hand went to her mouth. She felt terribly underdressed in white tights and a bulky button-down cardigan sweater, which hid her breasts and hung halfway to her knees. The outfit was just what her mother expected her to wear.
"I'll take that," said Uncle Lars as he took her overnight bag. As was always the case when she spent evenings over at the Vatspalts, the bag was little more than a prop to convince her parents she packed anything at all. She never wore any clothing in the Vatspalt's house and the bag contained only some basic toiletries and makeup. Bag in hand, Uncle Lars turned and walked toward the family room.
"Sweetheart," said Daddy, his hand out. Gustov bowed and offered his as well. Taking them, Lilly curtsied and was led straight through the house and into the garage, where Gustov's big Mercedes-Benz SUV was parked. Daddy held the rear passenger door open and Lilly felt like a movie star as she slid into the supple leather seat. Once the men were inside, they backed down the driveway and were off.
"Where are we going?" she asked as they worked their way through San Francisco.
"Away from here," Daddy said, taking her hand. He was seated next to her in the back as Gustov hustled the big vehicle across the Golden Gate Bridge. It was unseasonably warm and bright and the bay was alive with sailboats and motor yachts. The sunroof was open and warm, fresh air tumbled into the cabin. Uncle Lars sang - terribly off key - to a pop radio station and Lilly laughed so hard she nearly cried. As they sped past the city of Marin, Daddy said, "Lilly, honey, you need to remove your tights."
A truck went by and she said, "Here?" Sunshine streamed through the crystal clear glass and anyone in a high-riding vehicle would have a good view of what was taking place in the back seat.
He smiled and nodded but said nothing.
"Now?" she asked.
"Is there a more appropriate time?" Gustov said, peering at her from the rear-view mirror. He was grinning from ear-to-ear. She was being coy and they all knew it. At the Vatspalt's direction, Lilly had been exhibitng her body in public for months. "My brother-in-law is going to fuck you, sweetheart," Gustov continued. "He can't do that if you're wearing those wretched things."
She was a little surprised at the use of the curse word. In the Vatspalt home, the older adults always forbid the use of such slang. And with Gustov being a gynecologist, he always spoke in clinical terms. But she liked hearing him say the word. It seemed as if they were doing something naughty.
"Don't be silly, Lilly," said Uncle Lars, who was riding in the front passenger seat. He'd turned to Lilly and she loved the way the sunshine played across his handsome face. "Of course here and now." And then the men laughed at the rhyme. "Maybe we should start calling you Silly Lilly!"
She spat a raspberry at him. "Don't you dare start calling me that," she said as she kicked off her shoes and rolled the tights down her slender thighs.
With her tights removed, Daddy took her by the hips and laid her across the wide back seat. The seatbelt slid off her shoulder and the nylon pulled tightly around her ribs as he worked her into position. This led to the sweater bunching up under her breasts, pushing them up to nearly her chin. The fuzz tickled her nose and she giggled.
He said, "Hands over your head, young lady. Lace your fingers together, please." Lilly did as he asked and she watched as he wrapped the black nylon around her wrists. And then he slowly opened her legs. Folding one long limb so that her heel rested on the top of the seat-back cushion and pushing the other to the floor, he looked between her thighs and frowned at the simple white-cotton panties she wore.
"I was afraid my mom would see I wasn't wearing any," she offered as a feeble excuse. "At least they are wet." She batted her eyes at Daddy, hoping to appease him. "You made them that way." Which wasn't entirely true. Her pussy had started drooling the moment she'd pressed the doorbell to the Vatspalt home earlier this morning.
"Yes, honey, I can see that with my own eyes. And I appreciate that you are so well trained." Daddy said, "However, you know you are not permitted to wear underpants when you visit. We've talked about this."
Lilly nodded. "I know. But when I sit in the car, the sweater rides up and the tights...well, they are kinda see-through. I was worried my bitch of a mother would see I wasn't wearing panties. Plus, unless I wear them, everything always slips inside my...my special place now." She bit her lower lip.
The daily bottle work her second family commanded Lilly undertake every morning, along with the wonderful rigors her pussy had been subjected to since Santa Lucia, meant her feminine pleat was now far more accommodating. Cassy had recently summed up the appearance of Lilly's pussy succinctly.
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They were studying in the school library late one evening. Cassy slid her hand up Lilly's thigh as they quietly discussed World Economics. Lilly's breath caught when Cassy's fingers dug into the crotch of her leggings. Looking between Lilly's thighs as she shoved the cotton between the moist folds, Cassy whispered, "I love the way your cunt looks now, baby. It's so fucking loose."
"Thank you." Cassy had never used the C-word and it made Lilly's tummy flutter.
Her pussy, a part of her body Lillly had vehemently hated and feared for as long as she could remember, was now something she loved. Thanks to Cassy and the rest of the Vatspalt family, it was the center of so much joy and happiness that her life seemed to revolve around it and she loved how that made her feel.
Looking at the deep crevasse Cassy had created, Lilly also liked the way it looked now. They were only inches from each other and Lilly wanted to kiss her friend desperately. But there were appearances to maintian.
Cassy said, "It's fucking hot the way it gobbles everything up now." Lilly could only nod. Her eyes were pinched closed and she was clutching the edge of the table, desperately trying to fend off an orgasm. Cassy was pushing agressively now; Lilly's body swayed with each thrust, her tits bumping against the table's edge. "Who made it that way?" Cassy asked.
