‘A baby would be good for you,’ Kylie’s mother said. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if James did pop a baby inside you. Think how happy he’ll feel to see his baby growing inside you.’
‘I’m not doing this,’ Kylie said firmly, ignoring the deep arousal inside her at the thought of bearing her stepfather James’ child.
‘Yes, you are doing this, Kylie,’ said her mother. ‘At six, tonight remember! Don’t be late. He’ll be expecting you.’
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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 2
[Kylie’s Obedience contains fictional stepfather-daughter incest, breeding themes, female degradation and submission. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Kylie’s Obedience’ is here.]
Her mother’s words followed after Kylie as she flounced out of the café. She was determined she wasn’t going to acquiesce. She couldn’t! But only eight hours later, repressed indignation still hiding in her chest, she found herself walking up the stairs to the door of Fiorellis, the exclusive Italian restaurant preferred by her stepfather.
She didn’t know why she was here, precisely. She told herself it was about the allowance — she really couldn’t afford to go without it — but she wasn’t sure that was completely true. After leaving her mother this morning, the older woman’s words had kept ringing in her ears.
He needs a younger woman to ejaculate inside.
It’s simple biology. It’s always been the job of the younger women in a group to nourish the senior men.
I wouldn’t be surprised if he popped a baby inside you.
You’ll let James hump you tonight or I’ll stop your allowance.
Kylie flushed red hot at the memory of those crude words spoken with her mother’s educated, upper class voice. Oh, why did the thought of being in her stepfather’s bed turn her on so much? Was it just because she hadn’t had sex for ages and she was feeling lonely?
Feeling stupidly embarrassed at how red her cheeks were, Kylie bit her lip and walked straight past the doorman who had opened the door for her. She knew she ought to have nodded her thanks to the man, but she was too worked up. Any hopes that James wouldn’t be there were dashed as she saw him across the room. Fiorelli’s was a small and exclusive restaurant, and her stepfather’s valet had managed to get him the perfect booking in one of the small window embrasures overlooking the street.
Kylie flushed as James looked up and met her eyes. She was unable to believe she was here so that this attractive man 25 years her senior could have sex with her later. The waiter led her across to the room and she was silent while James rose and gave her the casual half-hug and cheek kiss of a stepfather. Kylie wondered if it was in her imagination or had he hugged her slightly tighter than he usually did?
‘Kylie,’ he said, after they had sat down and the waiter had poured them glasses of wine. ‘Your mother spoke to you then?’
‘Yes,’ Kylie flushed, looking down.
‘No need to look so embarrassed,’ James said. ‘It’s a pretty simple arrangement and I think it’ll work out well, if you do as you’re told.’
Kylie blushed hotter, wishing she didn’t have to be here. She listened to her stepfather talking to the waiter, ordering for her without asking what she wanted and choosing a wine. It frustrated her that he chose her favourites without having to ask her.
It turned him back into the caring stepfather who had always been kind to her, rather than the menacing stranger who her mother had said would take her to bed later. She kept her eyes down, fiddling anxiously with her napkin, hoping the waiter didn’t notice anything unusual in her and James’ interaction tonight.
‘It’s lovely to see you, Kylie,’ James said as the waiter left. ‘I’m glad you could make it.’
Kylie muttered something indistinct. She was being very ungracious, she knew she was. She knew she should just throw off her embarrassment and make polite dinner conversation — James and her mother’s odd ‘request’ hanging between them shouldn’t turn her into an ill-mannered daughter, she thought.
‘That said, I don’t really like that dress you’re wearing,’ James said, regarding her coolly with his grey eyes. ‘I’m sure your mother told you that I wanted to see you in something that showed me your tits.’
‘This dress is fine,’ Kylie said, flushing again at James’ words and at the implication that she was meant to dress for his pleasure. The simple gold dress she was wearing had a long flared skirt — longer than she would usually wear — and a loose scoop neck that hid her bosom. She hadn’t been able to face the thought of walking into Fiorellis with a low-cut dress that displayed her boobs or her thighs on display for James’ pleasure.
‘Do as you’re told next time,’ James said, his voice a sharp reprimand, making Kylie flush with humiliation. ‘I want you in something that’s barely legal. I want to know that if I pull your dress down even by a few millimetres, your nips will pop out for everyone to see. Is that clear?’
‘This isn’t fair,’ muttered Kylie, her face burning as she looked down again in embarrassment. How dared James order her what to wear? How dared he talk about her breasts like that and call her nipples, ‘nips’?
‘You know what isn’t fair,’ James said, picking up her words and running with them. ‘The way your mother and I spend money on you and we never see anything for it. Your mother and I,’ he said, ‘thought it was about time you contributed to the family. You get a very generous allowance, Kylie, most of which comes from my funds, and you seem to think you can fritter it away on your friends.’
‘I don’t,’ Kylie flushed again, knowing that what her stepfather was saying was true.
She had frittered away her allowance. She spent it on parties and dresses and jewellery and small weekend holidays away… If she had saved even half of it, she realised suddenly, she would have a tidy nest egg now and she wouldn’t be reliant on James’ generosity. Thinking about how much she had spent in the last six months suddenly made her ill, but she knew she couldn’t give it up.
‘Don’t lie, Kylie,’ James said, his voice cutting. ‘Your mother brought you up better than that. Now, your mother is happy for her portion of your allowance to be pocket money. It isn’t that much, after all. But for my portion — well, you’re not even my real child, so you can see it is quite different. We’ve been paying you for years, Kylie, and I’ve never seen anything for it.’
‘You never asked for anything,’ flushed Kylie. Oh, she wished the ground would rise up and swallow her whole. This was awful.
‘Well, I’m asking now,’ James said, sounding reasonable. ‘This isn’t a request, Kylie.’
‘But why this?’ she asked.
James chuckled urbanely, then his eyes roved up and down her body, making her flush even harder. ‘Well, what else have you got, Kylie? You’ve got a fine-looking body by now and from what I hear, you don’t even have a boyfriend. It’s about time you were pleasing a man with those big tits of yours!’
He laughed, putting his drink down to start eating his entree.
‘Let’s get down to business, shall we?’ he said, while they ate. ‘Your mother and I had a conversation on the weekend about which younger woman I was going to fuck and impregnate. It was her idea that it should be you. She said it was about time you contributed to the family. And she’d be more comfortable if it stays in the family.’
‘I see,’ Kylie said stonily, forcing herself to eat a piece of her delicious stuffed duck entree.
She supposed it wasn’t unexpected for her mother to betray her like this. She had been embarrassing Kylie all her life.
Kylie had a sudden wish that she had left long ago — actually gone to university like they had wanted, and then gotten a proper paying job. She could even have left the city or the country, she thought, oddly able for the first time to see a path that had long since grown over.
Well, it was too late for that now. If she lost her allowance, her pitiful little ‘pocket money’ job at the local fairtrade shop couldn’t even keep up half the rent on her luxury apartment.
Oblivious to her thoughts, James kept speaking.
‘I’ll take you for the first time tonight,’ he said easily. ‘Give you a test drive, as they say.’ He laughed again at the words. ‘Your mother is staying over at her friend’s house so that they can have breakfast in the morning at that café she likes so much. So we can go as late as I want. I’ve booked a room.’
Kylie swallowed, wishing that she could stop blushing at his words.
‘Then, I’ll want you once a week from now on — in your apartment or at a hotel. You’ll do your very best to please me at all times, girl. Is that clear?’
‘Yes,’ muttered Kylie looking at her plate, flushing hard. Once a week, she thought to herself, horrified. Test drive. I’m not a car! She didn’t want to admit that his crude language was a huge turn-on.
‘Louder,’ James snapped.
‘Yes,’ Kylie said louder, wondering if her face would actually catch on fire, it was burning so bright. ‘It’s clear.’
‘Good,’ James said firmly. ‘I am looking forward to checking out those titties of yours.’
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