This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18.
If you have not yet, we strongly recommend you read Chapters 1-3 to get a sense for the background and evolution of these characters.
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In the late afternoon, Kitten lies out by the pool wearing only sunglasses. The midday heat has abated slightly, summer's brutal punch giving way to the ambivalence of autumn, but it's still very comfortably warm. Her eyes have drifted shut, lazily, the drifting of feathers on a breeze. She listens to the chittering music of the cicadas as it washes across the forest that wraps around the back yard. Cicadas are a rare treat this far north and the sound opens something in her, like a prayer.
She absently fingers the thick silver chain around her throat, smiling quietly as she notices the effect its weight has upon her. It's among the collection of choker necklaces she bought for herself in town earlier, shopping for them with wicked delight. Moving her fingers over the solid metal from right to left, the chain feels smooth, solid. From left to right, it feels rough and textured. The back and forth motion calms her, pressing on her throat softly like her father's fingers had in the kitchen.
It's been a magical couple of days as the two of them have continued exploring their new selves, their new relationship. The sex has been mindblowing, and they have danced an incredible dance-her father moving in and out of his dark and magnetic dominant self, and Kitten finally unleashing herself and feeling free to embrace the slut that she is. She is beginning to appreciate this new sense of calm, now that she isn't fighting against herself anymore. She feels as if she is watching herself walk, tall and proud, through the doors of her new temple.
Nick had to work today, so she spent the day working out, tidying the house, cooking dinner, and masturbating. While orgasms were an ordeal for Jessica, Kitten finds them easily and often, and masturbates almost constantly now. She is still becoming accustomed to the intense moments of delight seemingly always just below the surface, just needing a nudge to wash over her.
Her father's body springs to mind: his strong frame, his intoxicating smell, his muscles, his cock. She squirms a bit, hand dropping away from her necklace to absently curl around her clit. The heat emanates from between her legs in rolling waves as images fill her mind. Nick has an amazing body. A man's body. More like the bodies in the porn she likes to watch than the boys she's played with at school. Without direction, her fingers begin to massage her clit and she moans aloud at the sensation.
Her mind drifts back to some porn she watched earlier in the day. She startles for a minute, feeling a momentary sense of amazement at the fact that this is her life and she can have these thoughts about her father. She can watch porn every day. It's allowed. The movie was an incredibly hot threesome: an older couple with a man that looked like her father fucking a petite young blonde. One scene in particular had gotten under her skin and driven her quickly to orgasm: the older man pistoning into the young blonde from behind, while she perched on knees and elbows, her tongue working furiously on the older woman's pussy. Even the memory of it gets her going again, and her fingers start moving faster.
The woman in that scene seemed so familiar. Her shiny black hair, her full breasts. . . Watching the movie, Kitten was reminded of her friend Stacey, a voluptuous and raven-haired beauty on the volleyball team. Stacey's dark, flashing eyes, and the quirk of her mouth's mischievous smile had enthralled Jessica, as had the roll of her hips when she walked slowly past in the locker room. In the last year, Stacey and Jessica has become pretty good friends, hanging out after practice, doing homework together, shopping, gossipping, giggling. There was something smoky and smooth about Stacey's voice that Jessica had wanted to get close to, dissolve into, and those feelings had been so confusing—she had been unsure what to do with the fact that she constantly caught herself laughing maybe a bit too loud at Stacey's jokes and stealing glances at her in the shower.
Jessica
had been very anxious and embarrassed by those feelings, left somewhat adrift by the way her body was affected, but
Kitten
has no such anxieties. She lets her mind take her back in time, her stomach tightening slightly as she imagines Stacey's long, wet hair, her glistening skin.
Distantly, she hears the patio door open and close with a breathy sigh. She's aware that she's out in the open, naked and touching herself, eyes closed as she dives deeper into her own experience. She thinks maybe she should care or worry about being seen, but she doesn't. The last two days have been an evolution. A new version of her has been unleashed, and she feels driven to be her full sexual self, in all ways, at all times in her father's house.
She hears his footsteps approaching, and doesn't open her eyes, doesn't stop touching herself. She feels shameless and exposed. Delicious. "Hi Daddy. . ." she pants, blindly, her mind playing a patchwork movie of the people in the porn video, herself, her father, and Stacey.
She feels him touch her then, his tongue curling over her nipple, licking, lips nibbling on the hardening nub of skin. "Hey baby girl. . ." he breathes quietly, moist heat blooming across her skin, deep voice floating into her ears. He bites down gently, and the shivers spread across her body from ears to ankles. His tongue disappears, then its warmth embraces her other nipple, playing the same delightful game. "What're ya thinking about?"
Eyes still closed, she sighs as she feels that very gentle pressure of his one hand against her throat, holding her still. It thrills and calms her in equal measure, reminding her of their beautiful fuck in the kitchen, after he first invited her to embrace her true nature. When she began to love herself as the slut she is.
"Mmmm... Fucking, Daddy. Of course." Kitten feels breathless, her fingers flying in an electric dance over her most sensitive places.
"And?" He questions, probing for details. He's asking for more of her. He has marched her to the edge and beyond so many times, and now here they are together, another edge so very far in the rearview. Suddenly she feels the fingers of his other hand at her pussy. They stroke next to hers and move in a circle, and then two fingers plunge deep inside. She struggles to breathe at the sensation of his fingers, gentle yet demanding, at at the knowledge of how well he knows her inside and out.
Their combined breath blooms humid between their faces. She will give him everything. She finally whispers, "Girls," her voice sounding small and broken.
Surprise litters his voice as his fingers pick up their pace "Oh? You like playing with girls? Eating pussy?"
He sounds pleased, like he wants this as much as she does. Her body is a vortex of energy-her fingers dancing on her clit, her father's deep inside her pushing rhythmically up and back, spinning around the volcano of her G-spot, warming her up to the inevitable eruption..
"I don't know, Daddy," she breathes. "I've never done it."
"But you want to?"
She imagines Stacey then, and what she would have done if she had been Kitten in the shower with Stacey instead of Jessica. She imagines her friend from top to bottom: Stacey's deep, beautiful eyes, full lips, round breasts, flat belly and muscular legs . . . Kitten lets herself feel what it would have been like to press Stacey up against the shower wall and run her tongue across the wet, full curve of Stacey's hipbone. Her heart pummels the inside of her chest at the thought.
"Oh yeah, Daddy, I really do." Her orgasm approaching, she lets the scene in her mind play out: herself on her knees in front of Stacey, tongue pressed flat on the other woman's clit, shower beating down hot and wet on them both.
