On Monday night after finishing her studying, Camilla lay on her bed thinking about her close call with her father the night before; though he'd stopped accusing her of surreptitiously committing incest with him while he was stoned and drunk, he clearly wasn't convinced of her admittedly lame argument that his excessive drinking was affecting his mental health. He'd been silent with her all day on Monday, having a shamed look in his eyes over what she'd made him participate in; yet he was also frustrated that she wouldn't simply admit to what she'd obviously done.
Since Camilla knew she'd want him again and again, she'd have to start using her mind control powers in a subtler way, to make him more passive, and even
accepting
of her desires for him, reciprocating them.
She sat cross-legged on her bed and meditated, trying to think of the most effective mental blocks to visualize in Agape's mind. She no longer wished to trick him into hallucinating that he was dreaming of making love with Carrie: Camilla felt that the time had come to confront him with her taboo feelings. Though the living room lights were always dim when she'd committed incest with him, they were bright enough so she and Agape could see each other; she'd always wanted it that way, not only so she could gaze on the man she was in love with, but so
he could see her.
Indeed, deep down she'd always wanted to declare her love to him openly, when the time was right. Now that things had gotten so dangerously far, she could no longer avoid that declaration.
Still, she had to do it with subtlety. Social taboos and Church dogma had kept Agape closed-minded to her kind of love: she would have to break those emotional barriers down.
As she meditated, she scanned his mind for where he reserved judgement against incest, if committed by consenting adults. After a minute or two of concentrating, she pinpointed this area in his mind, then visualized a kind of fog of unknowing to shroud the area, giving him a childlike, naive lack of moral opinion on the matter. That area got foggier and foggier, until nothing more could be 'seen' of any kind of taboo against consensual incest.
Soon after she'd finished with this visualization, she heard her cell-phone ringing. She picked it up. "Hello?" she said into the receiver.
"Hi Camil, it's me," Candice said on the other end. "I just got home from
Club Ritz,
and I miss you. Please come over."
"OK," Camilla said. "I need a lover tonight, too; I might do something foolish if I don't get one soon. I'll be there in twenty minutes. Bye."
After hanging up and putting her phone in her purse, Camilla went out of her bedroom and downstairs, where she saw Agape in the living room, watching TV and, surprisingly, not drinking. What's more, he no longer had a shamed look on his face; he just calmly and serenely watched a political debate.
"I'm going over to Candice's, Daddy," she said. "I'm sleeping over there."
"OK, sweetie," he said. "Say 'Hi' to her for me."
"Oh, one thing," she added. "In my myth class, Dr. McVie once spoke of the Bible story of Lot and his daughters after they escaped from Sodom and Gomorrah. They got him drunk and had sex with him. Why did they do that?"
"Well," Agape explained impassively, "there were no more men in the area to be husbands to Lot's daughters, since Sodom and Gomorrah had been destroyed. His daughters wanted to bear children, so they had sex with their father in order to get pregnant. Did that help?"
"Oh, yeah, a lot," Camilla said with a grin, then left.
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As soon as naked Candice heard her doorbell ring, she rushed to the door to let Camilla in her apartment. Camilla came in, and Candice took her jacket.
"Thanks for coming over, Camil," Candice said as she hung up Camilla's jacket in her closet. "I've been going crazy here without you. I'm trying to cut down on the drugs, but it's been hard."
"I know," Camilla said, pecking Candice on the lips. Then she kicked off her high heels and unzipped her jeans. "Well, I'm here now." She pulled them down to her ankles, revealing her white panties.
"Remember when Father...what's his name?" squatting Candice asked as she helped Camilla get her feet out of the leg-holes of her jeans.
"Father Josiah?" Camilla asked as she pulled off her T-shirt.
"The one we fucked at that party in your dad's living room about a month and a half ago?"
"Yeah," Camilla said as she unhooked her white bra.
"Oh, I'm so embarrassed about that." Candice got up and put her arms around Camilla's waist.
"Don't be. What about him?" Camilla took off her bra.
"I've been wanting to ask you something about him ever since when we saw him that last time in
Club Ritz
." Candice fondled Camilla's buttocks and pinched her right nipple.
"Yeah, oh, you mean...the Saturday night before last Saturday. What do...you want...to ask me?
Oh!
" Camilla was now fondling Candice's buttocks, gently squeezing them.
"When we...were all at...your dad's house, stoned and fucking, he said...he knows that you and...your dad..."
Camilla took her hands off Candice. "I told you, it was just an accident." Camilla pulled down her white panties. They fell to her ankles, and she pulled her feet through the leg-holes.
"He said it wasn't an accident."
"What? That gossipy bastard!"
"Camilla, come on! He's a priest. Don't talk that way about him."
"Oh, so what if he's a priest," Camilla said as she and Candice walked into the bedroom. "I don't believe in the Church anymore. Those hypocrites just tell lies and restrict our freedoms."
"He said you're in love with your dad," Candice said as she got on the bed on her back.
"Oh, come on! That's ridiculous." Camilla got on top of Candice in the 69 position. "I love my daddy, but not like that. You should know me better."
"Well,..."
"Well,
what
?"
"Never mind," Candice said, realizing she'd never get Camilla to admit to anything.
"Let's just start licking, OK?"
"OK," Candice said.
Camilla dove down on Candice's cunt and wrapped her salivating lips tightly around Candice's clitoris. Candice brought up her head and sucked on Camilla's labia.
As they ate each other's pussies, Candice did a psychic scan of Camilla to find out the truth. Candice could only vaguely sense that Camilla was lying about not meaning to fuck her dad, because Camilla--who immediately felt Candice's scanning--was obstructing her scan with a visualized psychic 'haze'. Still, Candice had perceived enough to feel quite ill at ease about the girl she was in love with.
Not wanting Camilla to be concerned about her suspicions, Candice licked Camilla's pussy and fingered her asshole with her usual energy, even if her enthusiasm was now feigned.
Camilla, no longer thinking about Candice's doubts, gleefully licked and sucked on Candice's clit. She put her finger inside Candice's vagina, gently stroking her G-spot. Candice wasn't getting as wet as she normally did, but Camilla didn't concern herself with that, so much was she enjoying the sensations of Candice's lips, tongue, and fingers. Camilla moaned and squealed as usual, while Candice only softly sighed.
Finally, Camilla ejaculated in Candice's wide-open mouth: Candice caught every drop, letting none dribble outside her lips. Too worried about Camilla, though, Candice never came--not that Camilla was particularly concerned about that. Camilla lay beside Candice, and they cuddled for a while.
"Do you love me?" Candice asked.
"Of course I do, baby," Camilla said.
"No. I mean, really?"
"Candice, we've already gone over that before. Let's just go to sleep, OK?" Not wanting to be bothered in her dreams by any incubi or succubi, Camilla set up complete psychic barriers and soon fell asleep. Candice just lay there and softly sobbed. Afterwards, she reached for her heroin.
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Tuesday afternoon was a warm one, so much so that blonde-haired, blue-eyed Camilla didn't even wear a jacket that day. She'd wanted to turn her professors on by dressing like a schoolgirl, so she was wearing a white blouse, a dark plaid miniskirt, white socks and black shoes.
Carrying her books, she got on a bus downtown while on her way home from York. Apart from an old lady sitting at the front near the driver, there was only one other passenger on the bus--Patrick, sitting at the back.
As she hurried towards him, Camilla instantly went into her ditzy 'Dolly' persona. "Patrick! Hi!" she said, giggling.
"Hi," he said, pleased that she remembered him.
"Do you remember me?" She was now standing in front of him. "You saw me bare-naked at
Club Ritz
last Friday." Giggling again, she put her books on the seat next to him.
"Of course I remember you. How could I forget that beautiful body of yours?"
"Oh, you're so sweet to me," she said, giggling. "Why are you on the bus? I always thought rich guys like you drove around in nice cars."
"Oh, my car's in the shop. Are you a high school student?"
"Yep," she lied, knowing an exaggeration of her ingenue youth would turn him on even more. "Grade twelve."
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen," she said, pretending to be shy.
"My goodness. You're just a little girl."
"Mm-hmm," she said with a pout of feigned timidity. "I'm just a little baby."
"Aww, how sweet."
"Wanna see my panties?" she asked with a wide-eyed 'innocent' look.
"I sure do."
"OK." She flipped up her skirt so he could see her pink panties, which hugged her crotch tightly in a delectable camel-toe. She looked down at him with agape eyes and pursed lips. "You like 'em?" she asked.
"Do I ever," he panted as he ogled them.
She slowly turned around for him, keeping flipped up that part of her skirt before his face so he could see her panties along her left hip, and then her buttocks. With her back to him now, she swayed her ass slowly from left to right as he admired how her panties hugged those two soft cheeks.
"Lovely," he said.
Giggling, she said, "Thank you." Then she turned around again, keeping her skirt flipped up at her right hip, then her front again. "Wanna unbutton my shirt? You can see my bra."
"OK," he said, reaching up and undoing her top four blouse buttons. "You really don't mind being seen undressed, do you?"
