Pixie Isobella

‘I told your mother when I married her that I’d want to fuck you one day,’ James sniggered in Kylie’s ear. He felt down the front of her body so that she gasped as he ruthlessly groped her breasts through her dress and bra. ‘Your mother told me to give you a good allowance, and to give you a couple of years, and then I could impregnate you with a clear conscience.’

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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 6

[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.]

‘Your mother told me to give you a good allowance, and to give you a couple of years, and then I could impregnate you with a clear conscience.’

Kylie moaned at James’ shocking words, wondering how on earth she hadn’t known about any of this.

‘I gave you ten years, Kylie,’ James chuckled, holding her against him so that she could feel his hard erection against her backside. ‘Your mother knew she wouldn’t want to satisfy me forever, and she’d prefer if it stayed in the family.’

Kylie just groaned again, deeply embarrassed, mortified that her mother had set her up for this. She’s been setting me up for this forever, she thought, horrified, remembering the times her mother had subtly suggested that Kylie should ask James for more money or for her allowance to be increased. She remembered the times when her mother had encouraged her to go swimming with James on family holidays, wearing just a tiny bikini, or when her mother had suggested she wear a shorter skirt for family dinners.

‘Plus, your mother knows what a slut you are,’ James chuckled, still feeling up her breasts as if they were his toys. ‘She would rather that stays in the family as well. I’ll decide who makes use of you from now on, Kylie. No more dubious boyfriends who just want your money.’ He laughed suddenly. ‘I’ve got my eye on some men who might enjoy you. Only the best for my stepdaughter.’

‘You’re being horrible,’ Kylie moaned, wishing her arousal wasn’t so evident in her voice and in the way her body was writhing unconsciously back against him.

‘I’m being honest, darling,’ James said. ‘Now, let’s get you naked and on the bed, shall we? I can’t wait to taste your charms.’

James ordered Kylie to undo the zip on her dress, and she obeyed, her fingers trembling, feeling as though she was lost. She had wanted this so badly, she thought ruefully, and now it seemed her chickens were coming home to roost. James pulled the thin silk dress straps down off her shoulders, bunching her expensive dress down around her waist before his hands returned almost immediately to her bra-clad breasts.

‘You’re such a fuckable little thing,’ he moaned, massaging and squeezing her breasts cruelly. ‘Your mother doesn’t have big udders like this. That’s why she’s got a better business head than you, Kylie. Big-breasted women like you were built for sex, my darling, and popping out babies.’

‘I wasn’t,’ Kylie protested, knowing her words sounded unconvincing. ‘I’m not!’

She knew her mother agreed with him anyway — she had often lamented her daughter’s curvaceous figure, connecting it with her low grades at school. James ignored her anyway, instead hooking fingers around her bra straps and pulling it physically down and off her breasts.

‘That’s better,’ he murmured, yanking her bra uncomfortably down around her waist. ‘Your tits will always be bare when you’re with me, Kylie.’ He sniggered again, his hands landing greedily on her bare breasts. ‘I told my mother I was going to keep you topless. She said it would be good for you.’

I can’t believe he’s talked about me to my mother like this, Kylie thought.

Inside, she was horrified at herself for going along with this. She could already tell how it was going to play out. Her mother would tell her to do whatever James wanted, and she would have to obey. She had a sudden image of herself, belly round with pregnancy, permanently topless, living in whatever discreet and secluded cottage James found for her.

She’ll think I’ve come by my just desserts, Kylie realised, flushing with shame.

James kept walking her to the bed, his hands on her breasts, and she went with him, unable to resist. The thought of fucking him was just too alluring. She had always enjoyed partners who took control over her, and none of her sweet — stupid, pathetic, clueless — boyfriends had really come close to satisfying her.

Kylie gulped in sudden fear as they reached the bed, the crisp white comforter tickling her knees.

‘Get your shoes off,’ James growled in her ear, still holding her back against him by her breasts.

Kylie flushed as she kicked her high-heels off, feeling suddenly shorter and more vulnerable in her bare, stockinged feet. James groaned, continuing to grope her breasts before sliding his hands down to her waist. She shrieked in shock as she felt him rip her bra off from where it had been riding above her dress, not bothering to undo the hooks, and then she yelped again as he grabbed her dress and pulled it roughly down over her hips.

Her dress tore too, and Kylie moaned as she felt the silky fabric settling down around her feet, destroyed.

What am I going to wear home tomorrow?, she thought, but she couldn’t think about that now. Tomorrow seemed a lifetime away.

‘You’ll wear a dress I like next time,’ James said, sounding satisfied. ‘I’ll help you buy some. I want everyone in this city to know what a slut you really are. The kind of tease who shows her tits and her panties to any bloke who cares to take a closer look.’

‘But I’m not!’ Kylie whimpered, hating him, hating herself for going along with this.

‘I think we both know that’s not true, don’t we, Kylie?’ he growled at her, his breath hot against her ear.

She wanted to cry that she wasn’t a slut — she wasn’t — but she knew she had been lusting after him forever, and surely a girl who lusted after her own stepfather was a particular type of deranged nymphomaniac? If she wasn’t a slut, why was she so turned on right now by James touching her and saying such awful things to her?

‘Get up on the bed,’ he said roughly.

Whimpering uncontrollably with the intensity of the situation, Kylie crawled up onto the bed, lying half on her front, half on her side while James removed his tie and deftly unbuttoned his shirt, removing his cufflinks and slipping them into a pocket. Kylie flushed at the sight of his chest, muscular and hairy. She had seen it before, of course, at the pool or the beach, but he hadn’t been about to fuck her then. It felt so much more intimate now.

James removed his shoes and climbed onto the bed with her with his shirt off. Kylie moaned to feel his weight land on the bed — she told herself that she was moaning with fear but it wasn’t, she knew it wasn’t. It was need — he was going to fuck her soon, and she wanted him so badly.

‘You’re such a good little thing,’ James chuckled, stroking down her shoulder and upper arm. ‘I knew you’d obey me when I finally took charge of you.’

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