Chapter 07
Ulterior Motives, Unusual Requests
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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Author's Note: This is the missing "Mistle Family" chapter I wrote last year and never published; posting it on my website to get may ten views doesn't count. Why didn't I publish it last year? In all honesty, I don't really like how I'd written this one. I haven't touched it ever since my last revision. I haven't even re-read this since, and probably never will, so I have no clue how good or bad it is.
Personally, I feel like I could write much better than this now; I feel my latest series IS better than this now. Ever-improving is one of the keys to becoming a good writer; knowing what works and what doesn't is another key. I was never going to post it here on Literotica, because I felt it wasn't good enough. However, everything written is meant to be read at some point. Let me know what you think. Is it good? Is it bad? Am I too hard on myself?
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"The wine?"
"Cabernet."
"Too acidic," Jenni said. The table was set. Four place settings on the smaller more intimate table outside on the deck. The view of the city, from atop this hill, was exquisite. The night air, calm and relaxing. She could hear the orchestra of crickets beginning their nightly song. If everything went as planned, this could be a very interesting night.
Jenni had her daughter, Chelsea, in the shower cleaning every inch and crevice of her body. Caralyn was certain to inspect the job at some point tonight and they wanted to make sure the observant businesswoman wouldn't find a flaw. Dangling a sexy, petite, sensual, dark-haired eighteen-year-old with a firm round ass, should be all the incentive Caralyn would need. For her part, Jenni was to act strict, shocked by her daughters' advances, yet subtly taboo. Yes, tonight should be unforgettable. Afterward, Jenni smiled at the thought, Caralyn did have a daughter turning eighteen soon. What had Chelsea turned her into?
"How about Zinfandel?" Mandy asked while shuffling through cabinets. "We've got Vineyard andβ"
"That's fine."
Mandy watched as her sister frantically moved around each place setting, making sure they were perfect. She laid a hand on her sister's shoulder. "Relax, she's been out with you how many times and she hasn't lost interest? I think it's safe to say she likes you."
Jenni stopped a moment to breathe. "You really think so?"
"Of course," Mandy kissed her lips, "how can she not fall for you? And I'm assuming you're getting Chelsea involved tonight?"
"I seduced Caralyn last night, and I paved the way for Chelsea to get involved," Jenni said proudly. "Ultimately, I'd like to have a relationship with Caralyn, but I figured a little mother-daughter time would be fun."
"You're right, that would be fun," Mandy placed the bottle of Vineyard Zinfadel at the center of the table and walked back inside the house. "So, how did you seduce her?"
"Remember the move you used to do when you had a friend come over for dinner?" Jenni began to explain as she followed Mandy inside.
"The 'dropped spoon grope'?"
"No, the 'under the table foot grope'."
"You name them?" Chelsea laughed, walking down the hallway. "How about the 'whole family fucks your hot girlfriend tonight' move?"
"You're not helping!" Jenni shouted. "Get back in the shower!"
"Fine! I'm done showering, I'll just wait for the doorbell," Chelsea said. "Don't worry. I'll be ready to give her something fresh to eat."
Chelsea lifted the towel and gave her mother a preview of her freshly shaven goods. Her flawless pale flesh. The lovely pink center. Jenni bit the inside of her cheek while her eyes feasted on the view, Chelsea did look delectable.
"Come here," Jenni said with a look of lust in her eyes. She lifted Chelsea's face with a finger under her chin. "You and I will have a lot of fun tonight, I promise. If things don't work out with Caralyn, Mandy and I will gladly enjoy you. For now, we have to test the waters and try not to scare her off."
"Yes, Mom," Chelsea kissed her mother's lips. "I'll be on my best behavior."
"Just a little at a time until we know she's into it," Jenni said, kissing her daughter a bit longer this time.
Chelsea pulled her mother closer, hands cupping Mommy's ample behind. "She'll be into it. I promise you that."
She kissed Jenni's lips, parting them with her tongue. Mandy could only stand by and watch with a lustful gaze as the pair kissed, gasped, and groped. At last they stopped, before their lust could take full hold of them, and Chelsea walked back down the hall; leaving all eyes on her.
"Any room for me?" Mandy asked.
"No," Jenni said while giving Mandy a familiar glance. "You realize you corrupted my daughter?"
"You weren't complaining the other night."
"You're not joining this one," Jenni said while re-applying lipstick.
"Fine, I won't. It's nice of you to include your daughter in this at least. She loves spending time with you."
"I realize that and I love spending time with her," Jenni said. "I just hope Caralyn will be interested. I'm afraid we might turn her off."
"And if it doesn't?" Mandy filled the glasses with wine. "Does this woman have any children Chelsea's age?"
"She mentioned a daughter, Lucy; she's about Chelsea's age."
"Virgin?"
"Not sure."
"Have her bring her daughter next time," Mandy suggested. "Chelsea never has someone herβ"