Pixie Isobella

‘James and I frequently like to try out the same woman,’ Dane said.

‘‘Try out’?’ Kylie asked sarcastically, wishing the two men 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.’

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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.]

How could I do that? Kylie thought to herself. He’s my step-uncle.

It was later and she was home again, lying on her bed scrolling down her phone.

She had obeyed James, of course. She should have just flounced right out, she knew that. It wasn’t like James or Dane or her mother could do anything to her if she refused to obey. The worse that would happen is that they would refuse to pay any more bills and cut off her allowance — but was that really worse than kneeling at Dane’s feet with his cock in her mouth?

Yes, she thought to herself, horrified. It was worse — she couldn’t live in one of those tacky apartments across the river, she couldn’t wear cheap, synthetic clothing that was already a season too old, she simply couldn’t do a regular job in a shop or a cafe.

If anyone would even employ her, that was. She had spent all her life being a rich girl, she didn’t actually have any skills or qualifications.

In fact, Kylie had complied very quickly, earlier, in James’ office. Shaking with fury, she had walked across to where Dane had sat himself down on one of James’ elegant leather couches.

‘Between my feet, darling,’ Dane had said, unsmiling, up at her. ‘On your knees. And get your tits out.’

Kylie had slid to her knees, shivering as she felt both the men’s eyes on her.

‘Tits out, Kylie,’ Dane reminded her, taking a sip of his whiskey. ‘If you’re not going to find a husband and please him, you might as well please James and me.’

‘You’re gross,’ Kylie had muttered, blushing hotly, but her hands were already sliding to the big, flashy buttons on the front of her frock. She swallowed with humiliation as she undid them, hating the hungry look on Dane’s face as her bra-clad breasts came into view.

‘That’s it, girl,’ he had said. ‘Damn, they’re big,’ he chuckled to his brother. ‘She’s built for fucking all right,’ he continued, leaning forward to run a finger across first one then the other of the large globes. ‘Bra off, darling,’ he commanded her, and Kylie felt herself flushing hotter.

She had pulled her bra straps down off her shoulders — the bra was unhelpfully a front clasp and it was far too easy for her to undo the simple clip, and then her bra fell open, her large breasts pushing the lacey fabric aside.

Kylie shivered, later, remembering how Dane had played with her breasts with the tips of his fingers, a smile on his face. Then, far too soon, he had ordered her to unbuckle his belt and take his cock out. She had obeyed, she remembered, blushing at herself for her obedience. Dane had already been hard when she felt him naked in her hands, thick and long and eager.

Obedient to his commands, Kylie had first licked across his tip and then taken him into her mouth. He had laid back in the chair and let her pleasure his cock, growing stiffer and stiffer as she suckled and licked. She had thought he would ejaculate into her mouth and she was ready for the gross moment when she tasted his cum across her tongue.

Instead, she had heard the crackle of a condom wrapper above her, and then Dane had pulled her face off his cock, grunting at her to stand up and get her panties off. Kylie had obeyed, feeling shivery, her feet numb from kneeling so long.

I just let him do what he want, she thought later, wincing at herself. And she couldn’t even say the men had been forcing her — by then, turned on by the taste and sensation of Dane in her mouth, part of her had actively wanted him inside her cunt.

By the time her panties were around her ankles, Dane had the condom on, and he had grunted at her to side down astride him. Kylie had obeyed, trembling at how wanton and simply wrong this was.

‘Pleasure me, you little whore,’ Dane had grunted, his hands sliding from her hips up her arms and across her shoulders, back down to her breasts. ‘If you’re not wet already, you’ll get wet fucking me.’

‘She’ll be wet,’ James remarked and Kylie had blushed hotly. She was wet, although not yet quite ready for cock, but wet enough to embarrassingly show that she had enjoyed giving the blowjob.

‘I don’t want to,’ Kylie had muttered, unable to meet Dane’s eyes as he fondled her big breasts. ‘I shouldn’t… I shouldn’t have to do this,’ she complained.

‘Get down on me already,’ Dane had ordered, and then he had dropped his hands firmly back to her hips, guiding her ruthlessly downwards to meet his erection.

‘I don’t want to*,’ Kylie had whispered, wondering helplessly when her wants and needs had stopped mattering.

‘Don’t lie, my girl,’ James had said sharply from over behind her. ‘You’re a slut. I proved that the other night. You’ll take any man I tell you to take, and — dammit — you’ll enjoy it!’

‘No!’ Kylie had gasped, but Dane’s eager, thick erection was already poking at her exposed pussy between her legs, running up and down across her slit. There was an awkward moment when he slid past her entrance, then he grunted and used his grip on her hips to change the angle, then he was pushing straight into her, a fierce grin on his face.

‘Aaah!’ Kylie shrieked as he stretched her, forcing her wide open. He was stretching her so wide open, so fast, that it almost hurt.

‘Be quiet!’ Dane had snapped, grunting with effort as he pulled her simultaneously down onto him and fucked himself up into her with his hips. ‘Damn,’ he grunted again as he slid all the way into her, filling her fully far too soon. Kylie was moaning helplessly and she knew her eyes were wide open at the sensation between her legs and deep inside her.

Dane had ignored her distress.

‘Fuck me, darling,’ he had ordered her, his eyes half closing. ‘Damn, that feels good,’ he groaned, clearly oblivious as to whether she had any feelings at all.

‘Ride him, Kylie,’ James had said bluntly from where he was seated on a different couch behind her. ‘He has a right to be inside you, because I told him that he could. If you’re not wet enough yet — riding him will fix that.’

‘I hate you!’ Kylie had muttered but — horrified with herself — she had started to fuck herself up and down, in and out, using her hips in a rotating motion, obediently pleasing Dane’s cock. At first, he felt way too large, too invasive inside her — stiff and thick like a rod of iron, but her body slowly softened and grew wetter.

Dane kept his eyes closed, his mouth open, moaning with pleasure, and his hands wandered back up to squeeze and caress her naked breasts.

‘Damn, you’re a slut,’ he had grunted once, opening his eyes to see her above him. ‘Who knew you would be such a wanton whore?’

‘I should have started fucking her years ago,’ James said drily from behind her. ‘When she turned eighteen. But I still thought back then that she might do something worthwhile with her life.’

‘I’m not a slut,’ Kylie had protested but the men had just laughed, Dane’s hands soon dropping to her hips to start fucking her hard and fast down onto him. After what seemed far too long, he had cum, groaning out loud, into the condom inside her, and Kylie had sat, embarrassed, on top of him, as he relaxed back, a smile on his face.

‘Points out of ten?’ James had asked, a sneer in his voice, as he moved past Kylie to refill his drink.

Dane had laughed at that, opening his eyes again, a lascivious grin on his face as his eyes slid up and down Kylie’s body.

‘Six?’ he had said, chuckling again. ‘Seven, a pinch? Big tits and a tight cunt,’ he had laughed, his hands wandering back to Kylie’s breasts. ‘Those are the positives. The girl talks too much though. And I’d need to see her fully naked before I gave her a final score.’

‘You’re gross,’ Kylie had said, wishing his softening shaft wasn’t still buried inside her.

‘James and I always give our girls scores,’ Dane had sneered up at her. ‘The best fucks get eight or nine though. How about you?’ he asked his brother. ‘What’s your score?’

‘For now, a solid seven,’ James had said, sipping his drink before setting it aside to walk across and slide a hand down to caress Kylie’s breasts, making her flush angrily. ‘As you say, she talks too much,’ he said flatly, meeting Kylie’s angry eyes with a dismissive look in his own.

I’m a person, Kylie thought later, rolling over onto her back, her hand drifting down her body to caress her belly. I’m allowed to talk.

‘She’ll learn,’ Dane had said confidently, in a superior voice that Kylie didn’t like.

‘She will, won’t you Kylie?’ James had asked, winking at her as he squeezed one of her breasts. His eyes had left hers to linger on her body. ‘She won’t be an eight or a nine until her breasts are big with milk,’ he had said critically. ‘And you know how I love the sight of a woman breeding,’ he had winked at his brother.

‘You going to bring her to the club?’ Dane had asked, ignoring Kylie’s angry gasp at James’ ‘breeding’ comment.

‘Once her belly’s thickening, for sure,’ James had replied, squeezing Kylie’s breast painfully hard. ‘You’ll enjoy that, Kylie,’ he had told her confidently. ‘All the old men will line up to use your holes,’ he had smirked, tugging on her nipple. ‘And to feel up these darlings,’ he chuckled.

‘You… You can’t use me like this,’ Kylie had whispered, blushing red hot, but it was a losing battle, she knew it was.

‘You keep sending me dress bills, and I’ll use you however I like,’ James had snapped and Kylie had blushed hotly at her own stupidity.

Fucking Dane had been humiliating — gods, he was her step uncle and he was hateful — but she had brought it on herself as well, by sending James those dress bills. After he had given her to Mr Dennings at the hotel to fuck, she should have known that he would try something like this.

The men had dismissed her shortly after that, and Kylie hadn’t known whether to be grateful or humiliated.

‘You want her again?’ James had asked and Dane had shook his head.

‘I’ll do her again once you’ve popped a baby inside her,’ the man had said. ‘I want her bare.’

‘You’re not getting me bare,’ Kylie had snapped, feeling degraded and humiliated as she climbed off him, struggling with trembling fingers to dress herself again, feeling mortified as she pulled her panties back on, covering her wet pussy.

‘He’s my brother,’ James had said to her, his words final, his lips hard as he spoke. ‘He gets you whenever I say he does.’

I don’t want that, Kylie thought, staring up at her bedroom ceiling, wishing that her body didn’t feel so desperately needy. She had felt the memory of Dane inside her all afternoon, her womb clenching with sudden desire at the memory of his thick cock forcing his way into her. She knew she was lying to herself — part of her did want to be James’ pet whore, adored and fucked and used like a slut.

She stroked her belly absently, realising with horror that part of her was even day-dreaming about James’ baby taking root inside her.

Kylie looked at her phone again, flicking across to her messages.

Keep Wednesday night free, James had written after she had left his house. I’ll breed you again then.

Kylie bit her lip, wanting to rebel — and knowing, sullenly, horrified at herself, that she wasn’t going to. Wednesday night would see her opening the door of her apartment to James, ready to do whatever he told her to do.

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