For Her Eighteenth Birthday
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Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Author's note: I don't typically say this, you may know by now how tough I am on my own work, but this has to be the greatest thing I've ever written. I hope it translates to a great reader experience. It was seriously hard for me to write without getting super aroused and I can guarantee you won't be able to read it without getting turned on. Enjoy :)
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"Happy birthday to Lucy," the song continued in unison. "Happy birthday to you."
"Make a wish, Luce," Caralyn said.
She was cute. Thin, maybe even a touch thinner than Chelsea, but with a bust a cup-size or two bigger than hers. Those sparkling blue eyes and pure joyful smile displayed her innocence. Chelsea was innocent once, just like Lucy. Until she discovered how fun it was to lose that innocence. Aunt Mandy taught her that.
Her sister Ashley was different, though. Another blonde, like her mother and sister, but with dark brown eyes. Her body was a little thicker, with a pair of hefty double-D's, nearly bursting from her v-neck tank, to match her curvy figure. Something about her declared a loss of innocence, an underlying sexuality. She should be easier to seduce.
After a few hours at the party, things had begun to wind down. Lucy's friends left with a hug, kiss, and a final "Happy Birthday". All except one young lady. Whitney, she had learned through conversations, was a friend of both sisters. Rather than leave, she chose to stay. That was fine with Chelsea, it wouldn't affect her plan. In fact, Whitney might have just made it onto tonight's checklist.
"Ashley, if you wouldn't mind taking the cake into the kitchen, I'm going to tidy up out here," Caralyn said. "Jenni, do mind helping me?"
"Not at all," Jenni said as she watched Ashley walk away with the cake. "Chel, why don't you go in the kitchen and see if Ashley needs any help."
"Sure thing," Chelsea said. Maybe that would be her nickname for Ashley, the 'sure thing'. That low-cut top. Those very short shorts. She wasn't dressed for her sister's party; she was dressed for seduction. If she wanted to get fucked, Chelsea would be more than happy to oblige.
The kitchen was nice enough, if a little old fashioned in design. White cabinets with faux granite countertops. A small island for dinner prepping; of course, to her, it was made for sex. She began to daydream, stripping Ashley naked and setting her fine ass on the island, then fucking her like she's never been fucked...
"Chelsea, right? Would you mind handing me the foil wrap? It's under the sink."
"Sure thing," Chelsea grinned deviously. She handed the foil to Ashley, but eyed her body with a great deal of thought. "I imagine you get hit on a lot."
"What?" Ashley giggled nervously. "Why do you think that?"
She looked Ashley up and down. The space between them grew thin. A scared doe in the headlights of an oncoming car, that was Ashley's expression. Like she didn't know what to expect from this dark-haired stranger. Especially when the stranger's hand landed on the naked flesh between her top and her shorts.
"You're very sexy," Chelsea said.
"I know," Ashley replied bluntly.
"I bet the guys drool over you."
"Yeah."
"And I'm sure you catch some female attention, too."
"I don't know about—"
"You caught my attention," Chelsea said. She traced her index finger around the top of Ashley's shorts, until she reached the button. "What do think about that?"
"I-I'm not into girls."
Ashley found herself pressed back into the refrigerator. Chelsea unbuttoned her denim shorts and slid her hand down below. When the tips of her fingers found Ashley's soft spot, the girl gasped with both shock and excitement.
"W-what...are you doing?" Ashley didn't know how to react. It was certainly arousing, being touched by this pretty blue-eyed girl. Although it seemed rather obvious she was about to find out about how much she enjoyed the attention.
"You seem pretty into it for someone not into girls," Chelsea said, "I can feel how wet you are."
"Chelsea, my Mom could walk in at any moment," Ashley breathed heavily. "If she catches us..."
"I've already fucked her."
"What—"
Chelsea cut off any words she might have said or questions she may have asked, by pressing her mouth to Ashley's. The busty young woman seemed very resistant in the beginning. She kept her mouth closed, even against a probing tongue. She hesitated to even touch this crazy chick. And then she was reminded of the hand under her shorts.
"Mmmm," Ashley moaned as her mouth opened for Chelsea. When was the last time she had been touched like this? The way she moved her legs further apart, it seemed like it had been a while. She started to enjoy Chelsea's touch about as much as she enjoyed her tongue. Ashley even reached down to pull her panties open enough for Chelsea's hand to get some real action.
"You want me to go under your panties?" Chelsea asked.
"Yes."
"Give me your hand," Chelsea demanded as she unbuttoned her jeans. She took Ashley's hand and shoved it down her panties so they could play with each other simultaneously.
"You had sex with my Mom?" Ashley asked while giving in to the sexy stranger.
"She's great at eating pussy. I'd love to find out if you inherited that trait."
In a sudden act of sexual aggression, Ashley pushed Chelsea against the island. This girl was amazing, Chelsea thought. She obviously had an insatiable sexual appetite, but seemed reluctant to give in to her desires.
Chelsea hopped up on the counter and pulled her pants down enough for Ashley to catch a view of her vagina. Would she be up to eating pussy? The busty beauty pulled down Chelsea's panties until she could get her face close enough to taste the delectable aroma of her arousal.
"Eat up," Chelsea teased with her fingers parting her pussy lips.
"Ashley? What the fuck is going on?"
She looked over to see her best friend, Whitney. Ashley's pleasure turned to shame. And shame turned to anger. Chelsea was caught by surprise when her prey shoved her off the island.
"Get the fuck away from me, you freak," Ashley said in sudden horror. "And what you said about my mom...you're sick."
"That's not what you were saying a few seconds ago."
"What the fuck is wrong with you?"
"I have an oral fixation," Chelsea said. "Right now, I'm fixing to get some."
"Get out."
Chelsea raised her hands up in defeat and started walking toward the door. No point in trying now, if she was afraid to tell her friend she was a closeted lesbian. But, then she stopped for a moment in front of Ashley's friend.
"Hey, Whitney," Chelsea said as she pressed a finger against the girl's lips, "now you know what her pussy tastes like. The way you look at her, I'm sure the question crossed your mind."
With a satisfied sense of victory, Chelsea re-joined the dwindling party. Her eyes were set on Lucy. The birthday girl was next on her list.
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Finally, it was 8 o'clock at night and the girls were getting settled for the night. The cleaning was done, they changed into their pajamas, and played a board game; with both Ashley and Whitney throwing some questionable glances at Chelsea. The birthday girl won the game.
"How about a movie before we go to sleep?" Chelsea suggested.
Lucy, whom had yet to experience her new friend's seductive ways, jumped for joy at the idea. It seemed her and her friends had a certain ritual when it came to movie night. Lucy and Ashley had already begun pulling the cushions off the couch and both Whitney and Caralyn grabbed blankets from the long double-storage ottoman.
"We set it up like this, so that we can all be together," Lucy explained.
Chelsea sat near Lucy and propped her back against the couch. "We can all be together under the blankets? I like this idea."
"Usually when we have big slumber parties and watch movies, this is what we do."
"As long as you don't get too handsy," Ashley commented, an obvious dig at Chelsea.
"Don't worry, Ashley," Chelsea smirked. "From here I can only touch my mom and Lucy; and I've already touched Mom."
"What the fuck is wrong with you!?"
"Ashley!" Caralyn yelled out, seated between both of her daughters. "Chelsea was obviously just teasing. Why don't you relax and treat our guests with respect?"
Ashley wanted it. She needed it. What was Aunt Mandy's name for girls like her? The kind of girl that is so openly hostile and bitchy, but what she really wants is a good fuck. A closet slut. That's the name. Ashley was a closet slut. Chelsea would take her out of that closet tonight.
Lucy chose a horror movie, Violent Night Unholy Night. Chelsea would've objected because it looked lame, but it wasn't like she planned to watch the damn thing. Something more imaginative than a mindless killer trekking through the snow to kill a group of teenagers at a cabin would've been nice—and you know the people that stereotypically get killed off first; somehow the girl that screams the most always survives the ordeal. Boring.
"Lucy, would you like a special gift for your birthday?" Chelsea whispered in Lucy's ear.
Lucy smiled, amused by her mother's girlfriend's daughter. Chelsea was sweet to her all day. She even helped clean up after the party. 'A special gift'? What could that mean? It sounded like something good.
