Author's note: It should go without saying, but all characters in this story are above the age of consent.
If you haven't read Part 1 of this series, this one will make a lot more sense if you do. Or, if you can't make it all of the way through Part 1, at least read the first and last pages, before starting this one.
This story deals with degradation, reluctance, and, of course, incest. So, please feel free to skip it, if that doesn't align with your interests. It is not a political statement. But, if you're sensitive to that sort of thing, that's another reason to skip it.
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The Johnson's doorbell rang. Jessica glanced back at Rick with an intrigued look on her face. Rick shrugged. No clue. They continued down the stairs.
It was Saturday, late morning, and they'd just finished their first fuck session of the day. They were on their way down to the kitchen to refuel and rehydrate before returning to their bedroom for the next several hours. Or maybe they'd just fuck on the kitchen floor. It wouldn't be the first time.
The past six months had been the happiest of Rick's life. Jessica's too. A seemingly never ending orgasm. Bliss on tap. Hot, wild sex. Steamy, tender love. Dirty, nasty, raw, mind blowing fucking. They had it all, and more.
And then Jessica answered the door.
"Hi!" Jessica bubbled to the six foot tall, runway model standing on their doorstep.
There was no better way to describe her. She was tall, but petite. Her narrow frame, lithe and trim. Her long, lean legs seemed to go on forever, only accentuated by her fitted, high-waisted pants. A hint of smooth, sleek midriff peaking out between them and the bottom of a plain, white tank top -- the kind that could have cost fifteen dollars or a hundred and fifty, who could say -- hugging her statuesque torso up to her breasts. They were smaller than Jessica's, but they stood out impressively against her tiny frame, and the thin material of the shirt revealed hard, pointy nipples in the cool morning air. Her face was narrow and angular. Undeniably feminine, but with just a touch of something androgynous. High cheekbones and sharp jawline made her cheeks curve naturally inward, and her pale blue eyes gave off a cool aloofness. Blonde hair. Frosted ends. Short. A punky pixie -- shorn close on one side and swept across longer to the other -- with enough product in it to make it look as though it were perpetually blowing in the wind. Even her posture as she stood there waiting would have been more at home in a fashion show.
"Hi." She said. "I uh..." For a second it looked as though she may turn around and leave. Wrong address. A simple misunderstanding. Have a nice day, stranger I'll never meet again. "I uh... Should have called first."
"What's up?" Jessica asked, just as cheery and confident as ever.
"Are you, Rick Johnson?" She asked, focusing on him, and somehow standing even taller.
"That's me." Rick replied, taking a step toward the door. Placing a hand around Jessica's shoulder.
"My name is Kate. Kate Van Dyke... And I'm your daughter." She admitted. Almost reluctantly.
Jessica's eyes widened. A massive grin spread across her face. And she practically bowled the young woman over as she leaped across the threshold to give her a hug. "SISTER!" Jessica squealed. Squeezing Kate tightly. Pressing herself into Kate's skinny frame.
The young woman was taken aback, and clearly hadn't been raised a hugger. Her arms floated above Jessica, uncertain where they should go. She wasn't fighting it, but that certainly wasn't her preferred greeting.
Jessica released her, but held onto her upper arms. "Come in!"
Kate tentatively took a step inside. Rick began to stretch out his arms, preparing for a hug of his own, but Kate extended a single hand instead. Rick adjusted mid-motion and swung his large, rough hand down shake hers. Practically swallowing the petite hand in his own.
"It's wonderful to meet you, Katie." Rick said warmly. But, he'd made a critical mistake.
"Actually, it's 'Kay-teh'... Not 'Kay-tee'. I find the other infantilizing." She said, shooting Rick icy daggers from her eyes. Oof.
"Of course. Please, come have a seat." He replied. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink? Eat?"
"No. I'm fine. Thanks." Kate said. Her voice steady, but some hesitancy showing she was still evaluating the situation.
Rick led the way to the living room. He sat in his usual large, overstuffed chair, Kate sat across from him in another, Jessica sprawled on the couch as usual.
"I apologize for barging in like this." Kate said. "I'm not interrupting anything, am-"
"Not at all." Rick said. "Now is as good a time as any. And we're glad to have you here."
"Thank you. Like I said, I should have called first. I... I was going to, but I... I figured if I came in person, I'd be committed to seeing this through." A long pause. And then. "I've known about you for a while, but I lived -- live -- half way across the country." Another pause. "I'm only here because I'm taking a summer program at the U. But, it doesn't start until next week, and then they had a problem with the dorm and I couldn't get in yet, so now I'm stuck in a roadside motel for a week. And it's boring as shit-" Looking up. Was anyone still listening to this run on sentence? A bit of uncertainty crept onto her cool calm face. "Anyway. I knew you lived in this area, so I figured now was as good a time as any."
"You came all the way from the U this morning? How did you get here?" Jessica asked.
"Oh, I drove." Kate said. "I actually drove all the way out from San Fran. So not far by that standard." A slight pause. "I hate planes. They're such massive polluters. All those carbon emissions. Kind of like that big truck out there. I drive a Prius. And then I always take public transit in the city. Much better for the env-"
"Hmm?" Rick said aloud. Not intentionally. More a thought that forced its way out under his breadth.
"What?" Kate asked. No, accused. Any initial reserve gone. Glaciers in her eyes.
"Oh, I uh... I thought that hybrids didn't engage their batteries when driving on the highway." Rick said.
"So?" Kate asked.
"Well, that would mean on the way out from California you were mostly burning gas just like all of the other cars on the road. Only you'd also be lugging around big, heavy batteries that can't be recycled or disposed of properly."
"No, you're wrong." Kate said with unfounded resoluteness.
