Itty in the Middle -

Hello!

This story heavily involved Lesbian incest, Lezdom, and Mind Control themes, so if you aren't a big fan of those themes, this might not be the story for you.

This story will be four parts long, and the other four parts are drafted already, and simply need editing, so I hope to have the entire series out in fairly short order.

Happy reading! I hope you enjoy!

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Kitty Wilson knelt humbly at her mistress's feet, naked except for the lace choker at her neck.

Her body was slim and graceful, with small but firm tits that sat high on her chest, their large sensitive nipples currently standing stiff with submissive arousal. Her hips were wide but her thighs were slim, giving her an attractive thigh gap that emphasized her cute, tight little pussy.

Her skin was milky pale and her waves of hair were thick and lustrous, naturally dirty blonde on one side, and skillfully dyed a deep blue-green on the other.

Kitty's deep blue eyes and her curvy, expressive lips were currently focused in an expression of submissive adoration, waiting patiently for her mistress's command.

Rose Keller sat above Kitty on the edge of the bed, staring down at her with an amused sparkle in her green eyes and a smirk on her plump lips. She was naked as well except for some black knee-high stockings on her, long toned legs.

"Well, well, well," said Rose smugly, slowly uncrossing her legs and crossing them the other way, giving Kitty a glimpse of her mistress's flushed and dripping pussy. "My little slave looks so eager today! Is that right? Are you eager, slave?"

"Yes mistress!" said Kitty breathlessly, feeling her body thrill with lust at the thought of the domination to come. Rose had a truly gorgeous body. She had pale, luminous skin and contrasting, raven black hair, giving her an immediate, arresting beauty that grabbed your attention. She was taller than Kitty, and curvier, with D cup breasts that seemed to defy gravity.

Rose had the types of tattoos and piercings that made Kitty a little envious. Kitty had always found the idea of tattoos and piercings intriguing, but Her mom would never let her get any. A shiny black snake tattoo wound its way up Rose's arm and her namesake flower bloomed between her large breasts. Her ears had multiple studs running up their delicate shells, as well as piercings in her nose and tongue. To Kitty, Rose's entire aesthetic felt powerful, aggressive, and incredibly erotic. Her body had the sort of tone and light musculature that might turn some people off, but was exactly what Kitty craved. She wanted to be punished. Owned. Dominated. And today, that was exactly what she was going to get.

"Hmm, I bet you want to kiss your mistress all over her body, don't you?" teased Rose, flipping her dark, shining hair out of her eyes. "But I'm afraid you just don't deserve these perfect tits..." She purred, cupping and squeezing a large breast in one hand while shaking her finger with another. "And lowly slaves like you certainly don't deserve to taste their mistress's perfect pussy," She said, her hand sneaking between her thighs to slide for just a moment between her lips.

"At least, not yet," she added with a wink.

Rose's hand trailed slowly down her leg, tracked closely by Kitty's hungry eyes. "But I think I know the perfect task for a pathetic little slave like you," murmured Rose, pinching the cloth of her black stocking up off of her toes. "A part of my perfect body that you are just baaarely worthy of worshiping."

Rose pulled the stocking off with aching slowness, and Kitty realized she was holding her breath as Rose's slim, well-manicured foot finally appeared. The small crescent moon on Rose's ankle, the first tattoo she had ever gotten, seemed to fill Kitty's vision.

"Well slave," said Kitty's mistress with a gloating grin. "Get to work. Show your mistress the depths of your devotion."

Kitty took Rose's foot in hand. Her pussy pulsed with desperate lust, leaking slowly onto her bedroom carpet. With her eyes locked on her mistress's, Kitty extended her tongue and slowly dragged it up Rose's sole.

Rose's confident smirk wobbled.

Don't you fucking dare, Rose Keller, thought Kitty fiercely, trying hard to stay in the pleasant haze of submissive lust that she had felt right up until that moment.

But as Kitty went in for another lick, Rose snorted, clamping a hand over her blushing face as she tried to hold back the tide of giggles.

Poof. The mood was gone. Kitty groaned and slumped forward petulantly against her girlfriend's legs as Rose finally let loose a helpless gale of laughter, collapsing back onto the bed.

"Baaaabe!" Kitty whined, shaking Rose's foot back and forth for emphasis, "I told you! It's not hot if you don't take it seriously!"

"I'm sorry!" wheezed Kitty's loving partner, finally coming down from her giggle fit. "I was really trying soooo hard sweetie, But it's not easy for me! "Slave" and "pathetic" and all that stuff... I just don't see you that way! I love you, and I don't like being mean to my little Kitty-Kat."

Kitty frowned but planted a forgiving kiss on Rose's calf. Rose had actually come a long way since Kitty had asked her to try domming in bed. The beginning of the session had actually been perfect before Rose got the giggles.

Kitty had felt a strong craving for sexual domination from her earliest memories of having any sexual desires at all. Her submission kink was deep and powerful, and she had the browser history to prove it. So when she found out that the gorgeous, tall, tattooed, powerful-looking girl in her Calc lecture was not only single but also bisexual, it felt like God had finally answered her prayers.

Imagine her disappointment when it turned out that Rose, despite her hard-edged aesthetic, was sweet, soft, and tame in the bedroom.

But Rose made up for that minor shortfall in so many other ways. She was thoughtful, brilliant, and legitimately the funniest person Kitty had ever met. She was fucking hot too, and even if she wasn't quite perfect when it came to scratching Kitty's kinky itches, sex with her was never boring, no matter how vanilla it was.

They just needed to do a little more work as a couple to bring out Rose's potential as a dom.

"It was your fault too you know!" said Rose good-naturedly, raising a finger. "You have no idea how much it fucking tickles to get your feet licked. And you went for the soles first thing!"

"Then command me to suck your toes next time, "mistress"!" shot back Kitty with a soft smile. She climbed onto the bed and snuggled up into Rose's tall, curvy body, using a large, soft breast as a pillow. "It's OK babe," she said with a sigh. "I have a feeling that this weekend, we're finally going to get you into the Dom headspace."

"If you say so," said Rose politely, clearly skeptical. But Kitty was confident. She was certain she would finally be able to turn Rose into a good Dom this weekend. She had a secret weapon...

"A whole weekend, just the two of us..." mused Rose with a smile, her eyes lighting up as she considered the possibilities. Then her brows crinkled a bit. "It's still a little fucked up that your Mom and sister will be gone for your birthday, though."

Kitty just shrugged. She wasn't eager to discuss her family with Rose right now. "It is what it is," she said dismissively. Her arm slithered beneath Rose's waist, pulling their naked bodies close. "I'm just happy to spend my birthday with the woman I love the most," she murmured with an undercurrent of smoldering heat.

Rose giggled again. Her big green eyes squeezed shut as she tenderly kissed Kitty, her lips soft and hot and eager. "Well, maybe it's not the intense domination that you want, "slave", but how about some good old-fashioned sex with your girlfriend?"

Kitty couldn't help but smile as she snuggled into Rose's embrace. "I think I could be persuaded..."

A soft chime seemed to sound from everywhere in the room at once. Kitty groaned. Sometimes her mom had the worst timing, and this fucking smart house meant that Laura Wilson was difficult to ignore. Every room was hooked up with speakers and microphones, so her mom didn't even need to yell up the stairs or knock. She just had to say a few words to the computer that was always listening, and presto, she was invading Kitty's privacy.

But if Kitty didn't answer, she would just keep ringing the fucking chime...

"Answer," snapped Kitty irritably, disentangling herself from her girlfriend and sitting up.

"Hi dear!" came the high, musical voice of her mother from the hidden speakers, sounding like she was standing right next to them. "Dinner's almost ready. Would you mind joining us? Rose is welcome too, of course."

Kitty sighed, but Rose was already slipping her bra back on. Kitty started hunting around for her discarded panties. Her Mom already felt bad about missing her birthday. Kitty should probably make an effort to prioritize family time tonight.

No matter how horny she was.

...

Kitty slumped down the stairs with a heavy heart, bracing herself to play happy family with her mother and sister.

She realized that she was being unfair. Her mother and sister weren't monsters or anything. They loved her, sometimes suffocatingly, and they just wanted to be close with her.

That didn't make it any easier for Kitty to spend time with them.

Kitty and Rose entered the kitchen, and there she was. Laura Wilson. The supermom who could do it all. Patting out some homemade tortillas and toasting them on a griddle like she was freaking Betty Crocker or something

Kitty's perfect mother.

Laura was stunning. There was no other word for it. Tall and beautiful, with waves of auburn hair and deep blue eyes which were Kitty's most obvious inheritance from her mother. Kitty just wished that she had gotten her mother's body as well. Laura Wilson's curvy body showed no signs of going to seed, even in her early 40s. She had large, supple breasts that were so magnificent it was hard for people to look her in the eyes when speaking to her. Her hips had been broad and soft before it was considered attractive, and she had a butt so large and round that Kitty wasn't sure how she was able to stuff into the yoga pants she usually wore around the house.

But a killer body wasn't the only thing that Laura had going for her. If she had simply been a gorgeous, but flawed woman, Kitty would find it easier to relate to her. But Kitty's mom was perfect in every respect. She had been a top-notch lawyer before moving up into a leadership position at the law firm she helped to found. And she had done it all while being a single mother, raising two daughters on her own after her husband tragically passed away. Laura was inspirational. Everyone said so. She was kind and quickwitted, charming and well-read: a much-sought-after party guest at social functions all over the city.

And worst of all, Laura was always calm, poised and confident. She had an inner well of strength that Kitty envied and didn't understand.

Was it any wonder that Kitty always felt like she was living in her brilliant mother's shadow? Although Kitty conceded it would be a stretch to call herself ugly, anyone would like an ugly ducking compared to her smoking-hot mother. When she was around Laura, Kitty seemed dull and tongue-tied by comparison. Laura loved to be out in nature and was a huge proponent of exercise. Kitty was pasty from spending all of her time in front of a computer screen. It seemed like her mother was friends with half of the people in the city, while Kitty had a small circle of friends and perhaps another handful of acquaintances from class and work.

Laura had never said or even implied that she was disappointed in Kitty, but then again, she was too polite for that, even if she happened to secretly feel that way. Kitty had felt a distance from her mother for a long time. Building a successful law firm wasn't easy, and for large stretches of her childhood, Kitty had seen more of her nanny than her mother. Kitty had been so desperate for her mother's attention when she was a preteen that she started acting out. But even that didn't work. No matter how bratty or demanding Kitty was, Laura would just smile faintly and give her whatever she wanted.

Kitty had never lacked anything, but she also got the impression that it didn't really matter to Laura what her daughter did. That her mother was just indifferent about her. Laura acted differently now that Kitty was an adult, but the damage had been done.

So yes, no matter how sweetly her mother treated her, it was hard for Kitty to enjoy spending time with Laura.

Laura smiled warmly as she saw Kitty and Rose enter the kitchen. "Hi girls! Hope you enjoy fajitas, Kathryn," she said, blowing a stray lock of auburn hair up out of her perfect face to avoid touching it with her flour-covered hands. Kitty had recently asked Laura to stop using her nickname, but somehow her mother's ability to perfectly remember to call her her full name every time also annoyed her.

"And so good to see you, Rose dear," said Laura, turning her sparkling blue eyes to Kitty's girlfriend. "You should say hi when you come over! Don't let my daughter sneak you in like that. I hardly ever get to see your pretty face."

Rose smiled broadly and comically saluted, "Yes, Ma'am!" Kitty gritted her teeth. Ever since Rose had casually remarked that her mom was "a fox" in casual conversation, Kitty made it clear to Rose that she wanted her to interact with Laura as little as possible. It's not that she was worried at all... Laura was too perfect and proper to ever even consider making a pass at a woman as young as Rose, let alone her daughter's girlfriend. But Kitty wanted to minimize opportunities for Rose to compare her with Laura as much as possible.

Just then, Becca came bounding down the stairs, practically dancing on her long, toned legs. "Sis!" she cried happily, pulling Kitty into a crushing hug. "You're going to eat with us? Is it Christmas or something?" her voice was teasing but, her big shiny smile radiated sincerity, Rebecca Wilson was honestly thrilled to be sitting down to dinner with her big sister and Mom. Kitty would have preferred it if Becca was being sarcastic.

The problem, at least as far as Kitty was concerned, was that Becca was the perfect daughter. She was as outgoing as their mother, although Becca was more of a bubbly, fun party girl while Laura was more of a refined conversationalist. She was just as athletic as Laura too, and was currently playing competitively in her college's tennis program when she wasn't rock climbing in her free time. She was even studying prelaw in her freshman year at college, preparing to follow in her Mother's footsteps: something that Laura loved to brag about.

She was a daughter that Laura could truly be proud of.

And her looks rivaled her mother's as well. Becca embodied the look of a bouncy, girly college co-ed. She had big round breasts she was constantly squeezing into tight shirts, toned athletic legs rising to a tight little ass that looked fantastic in anything, and silky white-blonde hair that she usually had up in a simple ponytail. Another knockout in the Wilson family. Two out of three ain't bad.

Just like their mom, Becca was never anything but sweet to Kitty. She used to be pretty annoying when she was younger, always following Kitty around, begging to play with her older sister. She had thankfully outgrown that habit during puberty, but she had never quite shed the starry-eyed hero worship of her sister, despite, in Kitty's eyes, surpassing her long ago in achievement.

But, as much as Kitty would love to have a good relationship with her little sister, she couldn't look at Becca without thinking about her own inadequacy, and how she would never be able to equal Becca in her mother's eyes.

What Kitty needed was to get away from her family for a while. Figure out who she was on her own. Only then could she stand proud and love them without feeling insecure.

She just hoped that they would understand when she broke the news.

"And Rose too!" said Becca with that same toothy, genuine grin, pulling Rose into a hug just as tight. Kitty watched with narrowed lips as her sister's breasts crushed up and against her girlfriend's. Becca didn't mean anything by it, but that didn't mean Kitty had to like it.

"Kitty was telling us that you play guitar?" asked Becca with wide-eyed enthusiasm. Her eyes were more of a baby blue, rather than the dark color that Kitty and Laura shared. But they were still gorgeous.

"Sure do," said Rose, rubbing her neck with a sheepish grin. Rose hated bragging about herself, despite her many talents. "But not very well."

"Are you in a band?" asked Becca with delight, almost vibrating with earnest excitement.

"I guess technically," said Rose, with a laugh, "But we suck, and we've barely had any gigs..."

"You have GOT to play for me sometime," said Becca seriously, grabbing Rose's arm. "That is so cool. You're like some kind of fucking rockstar!"

Laura tsked from behind the kitchen counter. "Language, dear," she said with a raised eyebrow. Mom could be a bit old-fashioned with some things. Kitty was surprised she approved of Rose at all, with all of her piercings and tattoos.

Becca rolled her eyes and gave Rose an exasperated "What are you going to do?" look. "I'm sooo sorry," she said sarcastically. "You're like some sort of

freaking

rockstar, Rose."

Becca's bright gaze turned to Kitty. "Is Rose staying for dinner? I want to learn alllll about my future sister-in-law."

Kitty blushed heavily and Rose burst into giggles. Becca could be a bit of a little brat at times, even though it was always in good fun.

"Oh, she MUST stay," said Laura firmly, sliding the last of the tortillas off the griddle. "I should have halved this recipe. We're drowning in tortillas. And Becca's right. We'd love to get to know you better, dear."

Rose turned to Kitty with a hopeful look in her eyes, but Kitty gave the tiniest shake of her head. There was a reason that her mom and sister didn't know that much about Rose. Kitty preferred to keep her dating life separate from her family life. It was easier that way.

Rose sighed, and, still looking into Kitty's eyes, said "I'm afraid I can't. I was just about to leave anyway. I made plans tonight." Her back turned to her family, Kitty mouthed "Thank you" and pulled Rose in for a quick kiss.

Rose didn't understand. No one did. Looking in from the outside, all anyone would see were a loving parent and sibling who did nothing but support Kitty. But Kitty had lived in a house with two gorgeous, perfect women since she was a little girl, and she had had enough. It didn't matter how sweet and loving they were to Kitty when, just by existing, their perfect femininity made her feel like shit.

Kitty needed some space. She needed to go and find out who she could be when she wasn't living in her Mom and little sister's shadow.

And luckily for her, she had plans to do just that.

...

Laura sat down at the table with a contented sigh. It felt like it had been forever since she had sat down with her two girls, just the three of them.

Becca, her little ball of sunshine. Becca, who seemed to have the same internal drive and bubbly energy that Laura herself had at that age. Who was already breaking hearts, crushing goals, and discovering herself as a woman. Laura never had to worry about Becca.

But she was a little worried about Kitty. Oops. About Kathryn.

Laura could see the turmoil in her fierce, spiky daughter, and it made her heart hurt. She was such a lovely, talented young woman, but it seemed like she just couldn't see herself that way. Kathryn reminded Laura strongly of her late husband; Kathryn and Rebecca's father. Intelligent, and passionate, but prone to overthinking and anxiety. For the millionth time since his tragic passing, Laura wished that Chris was still here. Maybe then her poor daughter wouldn't feel so different. She took after her father's side of the family too. Just like her aunts, she was willowy and delicate and graceful. Sometimes Laura was envious. Kathryn could and did eat whatever she wanted, while Laura had to exercise every day just so that she didn't look like a complete cow.