Set in the world of my novel - Rise of the Church: Zadie's Journey - and the ensuing anthology.
The church featured in this fictional story is a fictional organisation.
All characters are over 18.
Continue reading if you like stories that feature incest - something that I do not condone in real life.
Please enjoy!
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Family Gathering pt. 2
Katelyn waited outside Uncle Craig's house with her parents and brother. Her father, Sean, had rung the doorbell twice, but the music inside must have drowned it out. She was in her church convent uniform as requested by her father - a tiny, hooded jacket made from a satin material with a soft sheen, and a short skater skirt which swayed with her hips when she walked; her high heels complemented her slender legs, and her pretty hairstyle was befitting of a conscientious convent girl.
She was also wearing the harness that her brother, Harry, got her for Christmas the previous day. It was just about hidden under her cropped jacket, though the strap crossing her chest at the base of her breasts could be glimpsed if she raised her arms or if one viewed her from a lower position and looked up her top. The most conspicuous features of the harness were the cuffs which tethered her wrists behind her back, and the choker and leash which her brother was currently commandeering.
Katelyn had been reluctant to wear the harness when Harry had presented it to her on Christmas Day, as she was on leave from her church convent, and she had intended to have a break from such activities. However, she had quickly come around and fallen back into her new convent-girl role, much to her family's delight.
At the suggestion of her mother, Sharon, she was also wearing the gift from her uncle, Craig - a fox tail butt plug and headband with matching ears - and she was a little nervous about how her extended family might react to the sight of her. Most of them were old enough to remember a time before the rule of the Secular Church of Acceptance, when sexual freedom was much more limited, and they might still be clinging to old-fashioned beliefs concerning sexual propriety.
'You gonna ring again, Dad?' said Harry, standing behind his sister and casually kneading her breasts through the smooth fabric.
'Surely they can hear the bell,' said Sean, pressing the button once more.
'Doesn't seem so.'
'Harry, don't you think Katelyn would like to have her chest to herself just for a moment?'
Harry lifted his sister's breasts and rubbed his thumbs over her nipples which pushed invitingly through the thin material. 'What do you think, Sis?'
Katelyn turned her head to smile at her brother. 'I don't mind - I know you enjoy touching them.'
Sean went to the window and knocked on it. The curtains were drawn inside, but the light glowed through, and the music continued to blare. 'How are the grandparents putting up with that racket?'
'Sean,' said Sharon, pushing the door open, 'it's unlocked.'
'You're kidding.'
Harry gave his sister's leash a light tug, and she followed him inside. 'You have got her dildo, haven't you, Dad?'
'Yes, it's in my bag.'
'I can't wait to--'
'My darling sister!' came Craig's booming voice as he appeared from the living room. 'Sean. Harry. Oh... my beautiful niece.' He looked Katelyn up and down, savouring the image. 'You look adorable.'
Katelyn gave her uncle a playful curtsy. 'As do you, Uncle Craig.'
Craig laughed and turned her around to stroke her fluffy tail which hung prominently beneath her little skirt. 'Do you like my gift?'
'I love it, thank you!'
'Can I take her leash, Harry?'
Harry hesitated before handing it over. 'Uh... sure.'
Katelyn let her uncle lead her into the living room, and she smiled as the six inhabitants greeted her with a cheer. She was relieved to see no looks of disapproval, especially from her grandparents, and her anxiety about the performance she was supposed to do later began to fade. Everyone wanted to check out her tail and harness, so Craig relinquished control of her leash so she could be passed around.
'Don't you look pretty?' said David, her grandfather, happily accepting her leash. 'It must have been last Boxing Day that I saw you.'
'It's been too long, Grandpa,' said Katelyn, stooping to kiss his cheek.
'So, you're in the Secular Church of... uh...'
'The SCoA, yes Grandpa.'
'I think your boobs have grown,' he said, cupping a breast and giving it a gentle squeeze through the lustrous fabric. 'They're nice and full, aren't they?'
Katelyn bent forward slightly so he could reach more easily from his armchair. 'I guess they probably have, Grandpa. I didn't really notice, to be honest.'
Stephen, another uncle, laughed and gestured for the leash. 'Straight in there, eh, Dad?'
'Well, we're allowed these days, aren't we?' said David, continuing his appraisal of his granddaughter's breasts.
'Come on, dad, I want to say hello to my niece.'
'We're here all evening, Stephen,' said David, turning the girl around and lifting her little skirt. 'Oh! What a lovely bottom! I suspected this would be the method of attachment for your tail.'
Katelyn giggled softly as her grandfather groped a firm butt cheek.
'How big is the plug?' said David, gently pulling the tail.
'It's quite big,' said Katelyn, feeling her sphincter dilate around the body of the embedded toy.
'And you're so small! It's a wonder you can fit anything in there.' He let the plug sink back into her rectum and handed her over to Stephen.
'Is the harness from your convent?' said Stephen, lifting her glossy jacket slightly to study the strap beneath the hem.
'It was a present from Harry,' she said, standing between his legs.