(Please read Chapters 1 and 2 if you haven’t already. This multi-chapter story could be listed in several different groups. It contains group sex, bisexual and gay contact, incest, BDSM and other fetishes. If this offends you, please stop now. If it doesn’t, I hope you enjoy.)
It had been almost three weeks to the day that Steven’s father and younger brother had driven down to the farmhouse to visit with his pregnant wife, Suzanne. Of course, like with everything family-related, there was more to their visit than a simple ‘hello’ and ‘how are you?’ – those thoughts were all coming back as the newly-married couple drove north on the Florida turnpike headed up to Boca Raton in the new truck Daddy Louis had bought for his new daughter-in-law.
It was early Spring and the twenty-eight year old, eight-month pregnant blonde was napping against her car door, the cold air from the a/c vents blowing across her swollen, blood-filled nipples while leaving her husband to think about their pasts and wonder about their future together. Glancing over for the umpteenth time, he found himself more in love with his wife than ever and utterly overwhelmed by the increase in her sexuality since becoming pregnant. Steven marveled again at the strange forces at work in the universe that had brought them together.
Her great-great-grandfather, she’d told him, was one of the lucky ones when he pitched his camp in northern California around 1850. He used the gold he panned at first to finance equipment for mining and that’s when he found the vein that had kept his family in luxury for generations. He bought a huge piece of property just north of San Francisco and kept his new wife and their family safe and secure for years. One of his sons, Suzanne’s great-grandfather, traveled back East when he was of age to learn the art of high finance at university. When he returned, he married a local girl and they built their own home .
Two of their sons survived to adulthood – Suzanne’s grandfather stayed in California and studied Law at Stanford University while his brother traveled to Spain and France to learn about growing grapes and making wine. They both prospered and added sons and daughters to the family line along with growing the family’s wealth and influence with a new, premium vineyard and winery.
By the time Suzanne’s father was ready to marry, he had received his own Law degree and set up a pro bono practice with his father. He felt the responsibility to give something back to the land and the community that had treated his family so well. And they prospered. And he found the love of his life teaching at a small Catholic women’s college that needed some legal help. Ten years later they were in their own home on the Marin property with three boys and a little baby girl.
She was the apple of everyone’s eyes. An adorable little blonde with the biggest smile and the quickest laugh, Suzanne grew up loved and protected, sheltered from most everything but school, and even starting that a year later than everyone else. But what was wonderful at ten years old can sometimes be a nightmare at fourteen or fifteen. She went from feeling cozy to feeling like she was incarcerated almost overnight. Aside from joining the swimming team, no after school activities were allowed – certainly no dating or dances for her freshman year. Between the strict teaching nuns at the Catholic high school she attended and the horrible, fun-crushing lectures she was getting at home (it seemed like every night) about her behavior and what was expected from a ‘girl in her position,’ nobody ever talked to her about sex and boys and growing up among the elite in a fairly small town. Even her girlfriends really didn’t know anything more than she did. Nobody, that was, except the children of the current generation of the French family her great uncle brought back with him to help run the vineyard.
The grandson of the original French farmer and his wife home-schooled their two boys and their daughter. The boys, now eighteen year-old twins, were always friendly when the younger girl came to visit and wander through the fragrant vines. And their seventeen year-old sister became Suzanne’s best friend. She always found time to listen to Suzanne’s litany of childhood then adolescent and then teenage woes. The three siblings had watched her closely as their young neighbor grew up and matured into a beautiful and very desirable young woman.
By the time Suzanne entered her second year of high school, her 5’2”, 105lb lithe, athletic frame sported firm, round 34B breasts, a flat stomach and narrow waist with hips that were just starting to widen with an alluring promise of pleasure to come. It didn’t take long before the boys started noticing and then came the invitations for dates and parties, activities that had eluded Suzanne in the past. Naturally, she looked to her French friend for advice. A quick phone call was all that was needed – Suzanne promised to meet her friend, Gabrielle, after lunch that Saturday at a hidden bend in the creek that ran through the back of the vineyard property. Gaby had suggested a lazy afternoon of sunbathing and swimming while they talked before the weather turned cool.
Suzanne arrived dressed in shorts and a tank-top and carrying her only bathing suit – the black tank suit that she would use in swimming instruction at school. She was more than surprised when Gaby emerged from the water wearing only the thong bottom of her newest suit. The clear, fresh water dripped off the most beautiful breasts Suzanne had ever seen, each drop a prism that exploded the bright sunlight into brilliant bursts of color. The older girl laughed at her young friend’s expression as she grabbed a towel and dried off. Before Suzanne could utter a word, the beautiful, nubile French girl took her in her arms and kissed her lightly on both her cheeks.
“C’mon, Suzy,” Gaby turned back to the blanket and sat down while she rubbed her short brunette hair with her towel. Suzanne couldn’t seem to take her eyes off of her neighbor’s swinging, bouncing tits. “You’ve seen breasts before. From what I can see, you even have some of your own.” Both girls laughed and the younger blonde sat down on the blanket next to her friend.
Steven’s eyes kept shifting between his sleeping wife and the occasional passing car as he drove north. His hand had made its way to his crotch and he realized he’d been rubbing himself off as he thought about his wife when she was much younger. Then once again he started picturing the scene she had described for him one night after he had tied her down to their bed. It was the start of her sexual maturation – the first step in the path that led them to each other.
The first thing Gaby did was forbid Suzanne to wear the black one-piece suit she’d brought. As they were alone in a very secluded spot on the family land, she had suggested both girls get ‘all-over’ tans. The blonde girl refused, blushing furiously, so Gaby relented and said that Suzanne could leave her bra and panties on if she wished. What she didn’t know was that the blushing came not from embarrassment but from Suzanne’s new-found desire to be dominated. She wasn’t sure why – she just realized at that moment that if Gaby had insisted, she would have done it.
She wasn’t sure when it had started, but for a while, late at night when she absolutely couldn’t fall asleep, she touched herself exactly the way the nuns had told her not to. And while it felt fantastic, she needed to visualize something to get herself over the top. At first, she would picture herself naked in the bathroom drying off after a shower when one of her brothers opened the door and she froze – unable to move to cover her hot, wet teenage body as he stared at her perfect little tits and her hard, pink nipples. When his eyes scanned down her trim, fit torso and landed on her smooth, shaved pussy mound, that was enough push her farther than she’d ever been before. But looking for more intensity, Suzanne brought all her brothers in to her thoughts and they went from looking to touching to using her during her fantasy adventures. She loved her brothers deeply and even in her late-night dirty, incestuous thoughts, she could always feel the love between them all.
When her father made an appearance in her late night excursions, he spoke to her as she’d often heard Gaby’s father speak to her mother. And she answered him the same way Gaby’s mother answered her husband. It felt right, natural. Her brothers became more dominant as well. After a particularly hard session, using a hair brush to slide between her swollen, pink lips and spank her clitoral hood, she had a sudden understanding of the household dynamics and where her place might be. She knew for sure it would be on the submissive side.
She unbuttoned her short-sleeve blouse, revealing her well-formed breasts held in by a sheer white lace bra. Again, not knowing why, but thinking it was what she was supposed to do, Suzanne kept her eyes down in a very submissive fashion as she unbuttoned and unzipped the camp shorts hugging her flat tummy and developing hips. She let the shorts fall and felt another hot flush of blood spread through her – her body’s reaction to Gaby’s sharp intake of breath as her smooth, clean-shaven pussy was revealed through bikini panties made of the same sheer lace as her bra.
Although the desire was immediate, the older girl knew better than to rush her young friend. Genuine compliments from both sides put Suzanne more at ease, but she was still deferring to Gaby in every way. She even sounded submissive as she answered Gaby’s questions about her lack of experience in all things sexual. The older girl knew that sound very well – it was the same sound that came from her mother when she responded to her husband and her sons. But she wanted to be very sure before she took the beautiful blonde teen further along that path. She waited until Suzanne dropped her blouse and folded her clothes before speaking.
“Over her, Suzy…face me.” Gaby patted the blanket in front of her. Her voice was pleasant but firm, more subtly demanding than asking and it touched something deep in Suzanne’s core. She started to sit cross-legged when the beautiful, topless brunette held out her hand to stop her.
“Try something for me, mon petit chiot , my little puppy.” She hesitated for a moment as the blonde trembled at the words she’d just heard. “Sit down on your knees with your feet under your butt, Suzy. Try it for me.”
Suzanne was sure that her heart was beating outside her chest – it was the only thing she could hear over the buzzing wave of electric current flowing through every nerve and synapse in her tight, young, and inexperienced body. She sank slowly to her knees in front of her friend and sat back on her heels. She didn’t look up – it was all she could do to try and slow her heart down and take long, deep breaths. She fell into a slower rhythm and then when she was aware of her surroundings once again she tilted her face up and tried to smile. “Like this, Gaby?” She could barely get the words out and when she did, the electric waves started again.
The dark haired girl confirmed that time the sounds that came out of Suzanne’s mouth were exactly the same sounds that came from her mother when she served her husband or the twins. Gaby flushed as deeply as her blonde friend at the confirmation of her intuitive feelings. She smiled so sweetly as she started Suzanne’s training as a submissive slut.
The heat waves rising off the pavement made the service station shimmer like a desert oasis up the road. He didn’t really need to stop for gas yet, but he had an urgent and pressing need to stop for something else. Steven let the luxury pick-up drift to the right and the gravel service road brought them to the empty-looking establishment, waking his wife in the process. “I’m gonna get gas. Stay cool inside the store.” He opened her door and helped her out. She was big, but she carried her baby in front and high. From the back she almost didn’t look pregnant at all, let alone eight months along. All she had on was a thin cotton sundress over a pair of white cotton string bikini panties that were tied low on her hips. But her sandals had a two-inch heel and she knew she looked good. As she approached the big plate glass windows, she saw someone behind the counter staring at her. When she re-focused on her own reflection, she understood why. She was backlit by the sun and her dress was virtually transparent. Turning slightly to the side, she provided the person inside a nice outline of her big, pregnant tit and her swollen nipple. She tried not to giggle as she walked through the doors and into the chilly interior, her nipples growing larger every second.
Gaby rose up on her knees opposite the sixteen year-old blond. The smile on her face was completely genuine. She leaned forward and took Suzanne’s face between her hands and put her lips to her ears. “You know why I’m smiling, Suzy?” she whispered. The blonde shook her head. “Because I know what you want, my pet…” she stopped whispering for a moment as the younger girl reacted to those words once more. “You want to please me, don’t you?” One of Gaby’s hands dropped to Suzanne’s lace-covered breast and her palm moved in circles over her stiffening nipple. This time a small moan accompanied the nodding head. “Well,” she whispered one last time as her fingers pinched the exited, pink bud pushing into the sheer lace cup, “let’s find out if you really mean it, Suzy.”
The older, darker girl was firm but warm and caring as she instructed her wealthy young neighbor in the art of submission. She was showing her how to sit on hands and knees when the most important question between and Dominant and a submissive came to Gaby’s lips. She had arranged her pet’s legs properly, spread shoulder width and held Suzanne in perfect upright position as she sat on her heels so she would always recognize the feeling. But when she had her put her arms behind her back and grab the opposite elbows with her hands, it was simply not right. Gaby moved and stood in front of Suzanne. This time there was more firm and less caring in her voice.
“Suzanne, my new little pet, take a minute and think about what I’m going to ask you before you answer, okay?” The blonde looked puzzled but nodded her reply. “Do you, can you…will you trust me totally and completely?” Gaby paused and looked into Suzanne’s eyes. “We can always be friends…but for this to work, we must be honest with each other.” She moved close and kissed her neighbor on the lips. “I will always love you either way, Suzy.” She backed away and waited, her pussy getting damp and hot as she thought about the beautiful blonde virgin on her knees in front of her.
The moment seemed to stretch forever before Suzanne raised her head, her eyes shining with tearful joy. “Gaby, since I was five years old I’ve always trusted you…loved you. You know that and I know that you love me, too.” Her breathing became shallow and her pulse quickened. “Nothing has changed – nothing.”
Gaby moved to her knees and once more took Suzanne’s face between her hands and put her lips back on her ear. “Yes, I love you, Suzy. And I know you’ve trusted me in the past. But I must tell you, this is a whole different thing. This is about sex, my pet, in many different forms. One of the ways you get pleasure is by submitting.” Again her fingers found the same nipple she twisted before and squeezed even harder this time. “I get pleasure when someone submits to me.” She pulled harder until her new sub started groaning. “But understand one thing completely, Suzanne…the very first time you refuse to do what I tell you to do…will be the last time I ever tell you to do anything as your Mistress. Do you understand?”
All through her little speech, Gaby pinched and pulled at the blonde’s tortured nipple. Suzanne was on her knees, every muscle in her body tense, every nerve firing with pain from the slightest pressure on the turgid pink flesh. And suddenly, totally without warning, the pain from her nipple seemed to explode deep in her virgin cunt and the most intense orgasm of her life rolled completely through her flesh and flowed through her nerves until it exploded in her head with the most intense Day-Glo colored…