Pixie Isobella

‘She sure is a sweet fuck,’ Mr Denning said, still a bit breathless from fucking Kylie so hard. He slapped her rear end again and she blushed, mortified. ‘Send her to me whenever you want her to get laid,’ Mr Denning continued. ‘I won’t have any difficulty finding a man who wants to bang her for the night.’

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Kylie’s Obedience: Chapter 13

[Kylie’s Obedience contains fictional stepfather-daughter incest, forced breeding, female degradation and submission. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Kylie’s Obedience’ is here.]

Kylie spent the week after her ‘date’ with James trying to forget it had ever happened.

After breakfast at the hotel, James had dropped her home and she had had a shower, thankful to wash his and Mr Denning’s cum off her, and then she had rushed out again almost immediately to a friend’s art show and then again to a fashion premiere at her favourite theatre in the evening.

Over the following days, Kylie mentally placed her ‘relationship’ with James into a category of things that never happened. She had never been fined for driving too fast on the highway, she had never gotten blind drunk and been banned from her favourite wine bar, and she had certainly never had sex with her stepfather.

It wasn’t too hard to ‘forget’ the night at the hotel. Kylie had spent years training herself to focus on the good things and to dismiss the bad things — she was an expert on ignoring debt, unpaid bills or the various melodramas that her friends loved to engage in.

She was mostly successful, except for late at night when she woke up, suddenly scared that she was already pregnant.

I’m not pregnant, she reassured herself. It never happens that quickly, except in movies and books.

It wasn’t until Sunday morning that Kylie realised that ‘forgetting’ about the date with James had been a huge, terrible mistake. Caught up in her riotous life, dashing from social event to social event, ordering expensive new dresses from her favourite boutique, Kylie also forgot about her monthly Sunday lunch at her mother’s house until it was nearly time to leave the house.

She almost didn’t go — James would be there and she realised she didn’t want to see him, she didn’t want him to look at her with that same critically amused gaze he had used at the restaurant and the hotel. He had seen her naked, dammit, and he had fucked her and threatened to make her have a baby.

She also really didn’t want to see her mother — the older woman had all but prostituted her daughter out to her husband.

But Kylie was also aware that she had just wracked up more bills and — in a fit of resentful rage — she had even directed some of the more expensive ones to James’ account. If she didn’t go to lunch, he might refuse to pay for them.

‘It’ll be fine,’ she reassured herself, having twisted her bracelet around her wrist for the hundredth time as she walked from the subway to their house. ‘Auntie Mattie and Uncle Dane are there today anyway. It’ll be dead boring but no-one can say anything.’

Kylie told herself that she was imagining it when she saw her mother’s eyes critically assessing her waistline as she approached the older woman to dutifully hug and kiss her. What — did her mother imagine that she was pregnant already? She also told herself that she was imagining the sly, amused look on James’ face, or his arm holding her tighter to him than usual when he reached down to give her a fatherly kiss on the cheek.

Everything was the same as it had always been and her mother hadn’t made her sleep with her stepfather and he in turn had not fucked her ruthlessly for hours before letting his friend use her body as well.

Lunch with Uncle Dane and Auntie Mattie was excruciating.

‘And how are you, Kylie, dear?’ her aunt asked. ‘Do you have any exciting news for us?’

Kylie blushed, mortified, her eyes flying directly — unhelpfully — to James’ face. She hoped immediately afterwards that she hadn’t given herself away. Her horror that James and her mother had told her aunt and uncle had been so instinctive and immediate.

‘No, Auntie,’ she said softly, biting her lips together.

‘No boyfriend?’ her uncle asked archly, winking at her. ‘Our girls are all married by now, of course. I like to see girls married young and settled down. You’re not thinking of getting married, Kylie?’

‘N-no,’ Kylie stammered, blushing, wondering if her mother had put her relatives up to this.

But no, she reassured herself. Her aunt and uncle had always been embarrassing, of course. Uncle Dane was James’ twin brother and he was just as attractive and just as confident in his own worth as James was. The two men ran a company together and had done so ever since they were young men. Mattie was the classic wealthy suburban housewife — she lived for gossip and Kylie knew that if she couldn’t find any true gossip, she always just made up something plausible and juicy.

‘You should have children,’ Mattie said and Kylie blushed hotter, fixing her eyes firmly on her plate. ‘Find a man to please and have some babies for him. Just think about how happy it will make your mother too!’

‘I’m not having children, Auntie,’ Kylie said firmly, avoiding her mother’s and stepfather’s eyes. ‘And my happiness is important too,’ she continued, glaring at all of them, refusing to back down.

‘In my experience,’ Dane laughed out loud, meeting his wife’s eyes across the table, ‘a cute girl like you will find her happiness in being a mother. Isn’t that right, darling? It’s worked for all our girls, too.’

Kylie found she was turning her bracelet around and around again, a show of nerves that she forced herself to stop. Her mother would see it for sure and tell her off. But really — her aunt and uncle were the worst. Her five cousins — all married and the mothers of hopeful young families — made her feel sick. All they ever talked about were their babies, their pregnancies, their husbands, their nannies…

I don’t want to be like that, Kylie thought helplessly, trapped in the same horrid place she had been on the night when James had fucked her. James can’t get me pregnant. I refuse. I’ll just refuse to sleep with him again or tell him that he has to wear protection.

‘Kylie!’

Kylie jumped to hear her name being spoken out loud. She had zoned out after the embarrassing conversation, thankfully glad to be just left alone. It was her stepfather, of course — James had risen from the table, his eyes on her with a serious look in them.

‘Kylie,’ he said again. ‘Would you visit my study before you leave the house today?’

Kylie blushed as she met his eyes, coolly regarding her, then she glanced away just as quickly. She did not to be alone with James. He might want to talk about when he was going to fuck her next — in her apartment, he had said, as a regular arrangement — and Kylie was determined that if she never talked to him about it, then it would never happen.

‘I am rather busy…’ she said in a studied voice, looking down at her perfectly lacquered nails. ‘I don’t think I have time today, sorry,’ she continued glibly, already planning her exit from her parents’ luxurious house. ‘Some other time, perhaps!’

‘You’ll make time,’ James said flatly, and Kylie blushed at her mother’s approving smile and her aunt Mattie’s amused titter.

‘Go see him now, darling,’ her mother said, smiling at her with what Kylie decided was a distinctly serpentine glance. ‘I’m going to have a comfortable coze with darling Mattie in my room.’

Kylie flounced angrily out of the room, following James along the corridor to his study. She was thankful to see that Dane was walking along with them. Of course, she reminded herself, Dane and James always spend Sunday afternoons together, drinking whiskey and playing chess.

At least James can’t fuck me or even talk about fucking me with his brother here, she reassured herself as her stepfather shut the door to the study with a little click.

‘What did you want to talk about?’ Kylie glared at the older man, ignoring Dane as he moved away to peruse her stepfather’s bookshelves. ‘I do have to be somewhere,’ she repeated, blushing at James’ cold smile of disbelief.

He waved at a bill on his desk. ‘Would you care to explain that, Kylie?’

‘It’s a dress bill,’ Kylie said, swallowing hard. She had not thought the boutique would send their invoice so quickly. She had only worn the dress once, dammit. She had even wondered if she could return it, pretend that it hadn’t suited her after all. Plenty of girls did that. ‘I… I don’t know why they’ve sent it to you,’ she said, looking innocently at him.

The flicker of amusement on James’ face showed that he knew she was lying.

‘Well, you don’t have to worry about it,’ he smiled at her. ‘I’ve paid it, of course.’

‘Oh… thanks,’ Kylie replied guardedly. ‘That’s… very kind of you.’

James sat back, resting his butt on his leather-topped writing desk, and crossed his legs, regarding her with some amusement.

‘Can I go now?’ Kylie asked, knowing the words were a mistake the minute she said them.

‘No,’ James smiled at her like a snake. ‘Go and give your uncle a blow job,’ he said, the words clearly a command.

‘What…?’ Kylie shrieked, taking a step back, before glancing back and forth between the men. ‘I’m sorry,’ she blushed, mumbling. ‘I must have misheard.’

‘You didn’t mishear,’ James chuckled. ‘Give your uncle a blow job.’

Kylie looked embarrassed at Uncle Dane but he was just regarding her with the same critical amusement as James — as if everything she did was hilarious and pointless. As if he knew if advance every single thing that she would say and had already planned his moves against her.

‘You mean…’ Kylie swallowed, blushing red hot as she imagined taking her stepfather’s erection into her mouth. ‘Why would I do that?’ she asked, glaring at James.

‘I assumed that was your plan all along,’ James chuckled, pushing himself forward off his desk and walking towards her. Kylie took a step back but James was faster, walking right up to her and taking hold of her by her upper arms, forcing her to look up at him.

‘My… plan?’ Kylie demanded, wishing she could get control back over the conversation.

She felt like she was leaping from ice floe to ice floe, floundering and far out of sight of land. How could James just order her to do something gross like that? She wasn’t his toy, dammit.

‘When you rudely sent your bills for me to pay,’ James said coldly and Kylie shivered, swallowing hard. Fuck, that had been stupid. She had known it was stupid at the time, but she had also been angry and rebellious. ‘I assume you knew I would require some form of payment,’ James continued, ‘and our existing arrangement is already paying off your existing debt to me. Some new arrangement seemed in order, so I asked my brother if he would like to taste your charms.’

‘You… you can’t do that,’ Kylie gasped, aghast. She tried to shake herself out of James’ grasp but the older man held her firm.

‘I think I can,’ James smiled mirthlessly down at her. ‘Your mother agreed, and of course Mattie has known about your uncle’s and my pleasures for years.’

‘Your pleasures?’ Kylie asked, trying to break herself free again. ‘I’m not doing it anyway!’

‘Your stepfather and I frequently like to try out the same woman,’ Uncle Dane said, ignoring her furious refusal. Kylie flinched as he stepped towards her, reaching a hand out to slide it through one of her artfully-styled long curls.

‘‘Try out’?’ Kylie asked sarcastically, wishing they weren’t both standing so close to her. ‘Like a new style of club for golf or new tyres for your car?’

‘Yes,’ Dane said flatly. ‘Just like that.’ He ran his eyes down over her body and Kylie shivered, her summer frock suddenly feeling too thin and too tight. ‘James told me all about you, of course. I had been hoping I might get a chance to give you a test drive. The health benefits for an older man from intercourse with a younger woman really are remarkable — you should read the research.’

‘I can’t let you fuck her bare until after she’s pregnant to me,’ James warned his brother. ‘But otherwise, she’s all yours.’ He turned his attention to Kylie and she blushed again. ‘Go with him, darling. That was a very expensive dress and I expect you to give my brother a good time.’

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Chapter 14 of ‘Kylie’s Obedience’ is here.

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