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.
