Warning: This is the sixth chapter in a long, sometimes slow, edgy and very kinky incest tale. Each chapter builds on previous chapters. This story contains topics such as small breast fetish, female and male domination/submission, cuckoldry, spanking, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cross-dressing, feminization, panty fetish, sissification, embarrassment/humiliation, masturbation, father/daughter, mother/son, and bi-sexuality. It is not intended to be a "Quick Read", but rather a shocking and detailed look at the way two kinky people find each other, the way their relationship blossoms and the experiences they enjoy and endure.
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"Thank you." I said to Patty, reaching out to gently run my hand up and down her arm, stroking her lovingly. She was still leaning against the car as we stood outside Fred and Wilma's store.
"For what?" She answered, as she stood up to move into an embrace with me.
"Well, for everything," I replied, reaching out to hold her hands in mine, "but mostly for proving to me I had a set of balls."
Patty looked at me weird. "Huh?" She said.
"For years," I began, "I've been deathly afraid to face the reality of my desires..... everything from wearing panties to exposing myself. I was so guarded; so unwilling to think there was someone who could accept these things about me. Patty, just meeting you and being with you -- I want you to know I feel much stronger now, more confident and incredibly happy. You're the reason I feel this way and I'll never forget that."
Patty slid her hands up my chest and I curled my arms around her and we embraced for a few minutes. There was no one around us -- the parking lot was completely empty and the only sounds we could hear were coming from the few cars on the street as they went by. The desolate surroundings made the beating of my heart seem loud and as Patty laid her head against my chest, I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed holding her.
"I can feel your heart beating." Patty said as she snuggled closer into me.
"I don't know when I've ever felt this content." I said. "Does that scare you?"
"No," Patty answered, "I feel it too, Paul. The scary part for me is that I don't want it to end."
I knew exactly what she meant. I didn't need to ask her to explain it or clarify it. I knew. I stood there holding her and it was like we were one being -- one entity - sharing a common consciousness. After another couple of minutes, I felt her move in my arms and I released my hug and leaned back to give her some room. Looking up at me, my A-Cup angel gave me the sweetest smile and asked, "Would you like to take my shirt off me?"
"Really?" I asked. "Right here?"
"Uh huh," Patty answered, nodding her head up and down, "Right here and right now."
So in one smooth motion, I reached down and pulled her shirt over her head and watched as she shook her hair free.
"I know you've been waiting patiently all day long to see my flat chest. I've been such a tease, too, haven't I?" Patty confessed. "Here you go," she said striking a pose, "Flatty Patty in the flesh. The no-tit girl!"
She was so beautiful standing there without her shirt on. She stood proudly, with her little boobs finally out for me to see in all their glory. They were perfect and matched my life long dream of a woman's chest. It was as if someone carefully took my order and then engineered her chest especially for me. It sounds ridiculous, but it's like they implanted golf balls in the skin underneath her nipples and sewed her back up. I looked at her for a long time, and during that time, I realized that Patty was my once-in-a-lifetime girl -- truly my A-Cup angel .
I stepped forward, reaching out to grasp her hands again. When our fingertips touched, I felt a surge deep inside my chest -- a 'thump-thump' emanating from my heart that seemed to take control of me. Still holding her hands, I lifted them around my neck and Patty automatically laced her fingers together while our lips moved closer and closer until they were barely touching.
Patty closed her eyes and parted her yielding lips waiting for me to kiss her, and I didn't disappoint my angel. Softly, I pressed my lips to hers and at the same time raised my hands to her breasts. Perfectly, just like some force of magnetism guided them, my hands arrived at the little tips of her brestlings. Carefully, as not to startle her, I held each of her breasts between my thumbs and first fingers and then as gently as I could, I explored her breasts, lightly squeezing and releasing around the small masses of breast tissue on her chest - trying to feel the extent of her boobs and where they stopped and started.
When our kiss ended, we separated enough for me to look down into Patty's sparkling eyes. She closed them and moaned, "Hmm, I love the way you're touching me."
Then, without opening her eyes, Patty said, "You know what you said before about how you thought no one would be able to accept you for the way you were, and how you felt confident and happy now because you'd met me?"
"I remember," I replied, "it's true."
"When you were saying that..... I mean, when you were speaking those words," she went on, "I was feeling the exact same thing about you."
"Oh, Patty..." I moaned.
She pulled me down to her and as we hugged, I turned my lips so I could kiss her neck. "Before tonight," she whispered as I cuddled into her, "I would have been ashamed to let a man see me with my shirt completely off. But, it's exactly like you said.... I feel like you want me just the way I am and that makes me feel confident and pretty, and Paul, I feel happy, too."
In response, I moved my fingers to her nipples and pinched them gently while I nibbled at her ear lobe. "It probably won't make sense to you," Patty continued, "but, letting someone look down my shirt is a lot different than letting someone see me bare-chested. I want you to look at my breasts, Paul, and I love the fact that you're so turned on by them. I've waited forever to feel this way." Patty moaned. "Daddy promised it would eventually happen."
There it was again.... another curious reference to her father. If I recalled correctly, she'd made a comment about her Dad keeping track of her panties, seeing her naked, and now, intimate things about her breasts. I wasn't troubled by any of it, especially because Patty reminded me earlier that my Mom had seen me naked, sucked me off, dressed me up and given me panties. I just thought it was curious, that's all, but I knew there was something more between her and her father. Maybe even a lot more.
I could wait no longer to kiss and suck her lovely breasts. Slowly, I bent my head down and sucked one of her breastbuds into my mouth and I made love to it with my tongue, slobbering all over her chest. After a few minutes, I switched over to her other breast and did the same thing. Remembering what Patty said about being able to cum with just nipple stimulation, I brought my hands back up to her tiny nipples and took them between my fingertips. Applying gradual and even pressure, I started to pinch, and then release her nips as I kissed all around her chest, up to her neck and then back down to each breast.
Not even thinking about what I was doing, I rose up and kissed Patty's lips as my fingers rolled her nipples between my fingertips. "Oooohhhh," Patty moaned, "that's really nice..... when you do it just like that."
Breaking the kiss, I nuzzled her neck and started to place little kisses behind her ear and all around her cheek. All the while, my fingers kept rolling her nipples very gently. For a second, I blew softly around her ear and traced it with my tongue. I could feel her melting into my arms and it felt so good to see her respond like this.
"Oh, God, Paul....." She moaned. "I'm almost there.... so close....... keep doing that."
Returning to her neck, I blew warm air down the back of her neck and I could feel goose bumps rising on her skin as I did. "Oh, oh, oh, oh......." Patty groaned. "Baby, I'm gonna cum now."
It was true, she could orgasm with just nipple stimulation and I was extremely proud of myself that I'd been able to make her cum that way. I reflected back to a girlfriend I once had that could never orgasm -- at all -- no matter what I did. I could lick her pussy for hours -- until I got lock jaw from doing it, and she'd never cum. But I just made Patty cum by simply touching her breasts and kissing her neck. Talk about an ego booster.
It was getting late, and I'd promised Patty's father I would get her home at a decent hour, so I suggested we better get going. "Is it still okay if I come over tomorrow morning?" Patty asked.
"I'm looking forward to it." I answered, as I opened the car door for her. I handed her the shirt and she took it from me and tossed it in the back seat of the car.
"Hey, want to take my skirt off me, too?" Patty asked.
"What?" I replied, taking another quick look around to see if there was anyone watching us, or any cars around.
"I was just thinking it might be fun to let you drive me home naked." Patty answered.
"Completely naked?" I asked.
"Unless there's another kind of naked." Patty laughed. "You DO want to see me naked, don't you, Paul?"
"That would be incredible." I answered, stepping up to her and putting my hands on her skirt. Patty turned slightly so I could easily reach the button and zipper on her jean skirt, and in just another second, I had her skirt undone and slid it down her legs.
Stepping out of her skirt, Patty stood before me in only her panties -- the same exact panties I was wearing. "I know you must have been frustrated in the store when I took my panties down and you weren't able to see anything, and then when I sneaked them back on, and you still hadn't been able to see, I could see the disappointment in your eyes. It was so sweet, Paul. But, I did all that because I wanted you to undress me the first time you saw me naked. That turns me on so much, Baby -- to be undressed by someone else.... I wanted you to do it."
So right there, standing next to my car in the parking lot of the store where Patty had just made me naked and let me live out my exhibitionist fantasy, I kneeled in front of her and put my hands on her hips. When I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, she started to speak. "Maybe it's a sign," Patty said, "the first time I fully exposed myself to someone else, it was in that store right there -- with Fred and Wilma helping me. And now, almost five years later, it's the same place where I exposed you for the first time, and now you going to expose me again, right here in the same place where it began for me."
"You've got to tell me that story, sometime." I replied as I started to pull her panties down. "I want to hear everything about that, and all about Fred and Wilma and that Angie woman, too."
"I see!" Patty said excitedly as she stopped me from pulling her panties down. "You're interested in Angie, are you? She's a Domme, you know, Naughty Boy. "
"A dominatrix? Like in that S&M stuff?" I asked.
"Well, almost." Patty answered. "She actually specializes in cross-dressing, feminization, sissification, and punishment."
"Specializes?" I replied. "Isn't all that stuff pretty much the same?"
