TABOO TALES(erotica)

“Yes Sir. . . .” Matt waited for details. Reluctantly, the girl added, “My mother has stripped me, tied me and punished me with. . . with floggings.” Matt and Janette exchanged a glance for a fraction of a second. This was interesting news. He stared at Angie, demanding more. “And since my dad wasn’t around, I was also disciplined by my brother. So I accept your authority.”

“Your brother?”

“Yes, he’s really cute and is very close with my mother. They even look the same. But he’s very strict.”

“What happened after your mother and brother finished your discipline?” No answer. “Did they ever give you pleasure? Did they ever make you take care of them?”

Angie said, “Yes, my brother would usually use a. . .” She faltered and stopped. “I mean, he would make me kneel. . .” She changed her mind, bolted from the living room and ran upstairs to her bedroom.

Matt smiled at his daughter, delighted about the new information. So Angie was not a total stranger to B&D, or to servicing older men. “Good. Then we’re done here.” Janette lowered her skirt. As she left the room, Matt began planning a demo for Angie.

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Angie began staying over a couple of nights per week. Her sleepovers quickly increased till she was spending 4-5 nights a week with Janette and Matt. This schedule was actually a relief for the hardworking Justine. She missed her daughter, but life was a bit easier.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

Angie began to imitate Janette’s style of dress and behavior at home, wearing thin front-closure blouses and short, full skirts, acting teasingly and flirtatiously with Matt. During the second week, the girls returned to Janette’s salon for Brazilian waxes.

Within only a couple of weeks, Janette had done a total makeover of Angie, including her underwear. One afternoon, they’d just returned from a shopping trip and had both put on their new, gauzy demi-bras and matching boy shorts for the first time. Angie was thrilled to be wearing Janette’s treat: expensive and adult lingerie.

“Hold on!” Janette said, as if she’d just had a great idea. “Let’s see what Daddy thinks. He’s got great taste in clothes.” Janette and he had been sure to walk around the house, scantily clad, a number of times during Angie’s sleepovers. When Angie had asked Janette about her parading around in a skimpy bath towel, or an old shirt of her father’s without any underwear, or her barechested father wearing only boxer shorts, Janette had just shrugged. “We’re so comfortable and casual with each other that it’s second nature to us – we don’t even notice. It’s no big deal. And Daddy’s no prude!”

Father and daughter had laid the ground for a loose atmosphere. For instance, on hot afternoons, Janette had frequently taken a quick dip before a meal and then served the meal at the table wearing her wet bikini. At first, Angie was scandalized and blushed furiously when she saw her friend standing unabashedly next to Matt, holding a serving dish as he helped himself, her micro-thin white panties plastered to her nude mons, her hairless lips as plain as day beneath the transparent gusset. When Janette sat and ate, her tits would strain against the tight bikini top, the broad aureoles and erect dark nipples half-visible throughout the meal. So Angie had become somewhat accustomed to the household’s matter-of-fact semi-nudity and her friend’s flagrant exhibitionism.

Angie objected to Janette’s idea to summon her father for an opinion on their new lingerie, but Janette had summarily dismissed the girl’s protest. “Don’t be silly, Angie. You’ve got a beautiful body and it’s time to start showing it off. Besides, you’re just like family by now! And anyway he’ll see me first. Let’s make it a fashion show!” she giggled. Janette ran out of the bedroom before Angie had a chance to protest further.

Janette pulled Matt into the girls’ shared bedroom and shoved him into the easy chair. The late afternoon sun had filled the room with golden light. Matt thought that his daughter was a miracle worker. She had transformed Angie into a mirror image of herself, slightly younger and almost as hot. Due to her shorter frame, Angie’s tits looked even bigger on her than Janette’s did on her own.

Angie stood nervously, but Janette grabbed her hand, stretched it above Angie’s head and spun the girl around. “Ta-da!” Janette said proudly. Both Angie and Matt laughed. “You look lovely,” he told her. “Now turn around again, more slowly.” She blushed but obeyed.

She would have blushed much more, had she realized that Janette had selected a matching pair of underwear whose lace was deceptive: it completely covered the breasts and groin-with the exception of the nipples, aureole and slit. The bra and panties were expensive, well made and beautiful – but also totally slutty.

Angie would have had to be blind not to notice that whenever one of them arrived at home, father or daughter always kissed warmly and embraced lingeringly. After dinner, Janette changed into thin pajamas or a short nightgown and would spend an hour on the couch next to her dad, watching TV. Eventually, Angie followed suit, sitting on the opposite side of him. Janette and he were both highly tactile; there was a lot of touching, stroking and kissing. Soon Angie snuggled up to him as well, and, missing a father or father-figure in her life, loved it when he began putting his arm around her shoulders or gave her a neck massage. Soon, he was kissing and hugging them both goodnight.

Janette frequently asked her father to tuck her in. Once he was standing at her bedside, she’d quickly shed her pajamas or nightgown, providing Angie and he with a fleeting picture of her spectacular nudity as she climbed under the sheets. On cooler nights, she’d get into bed wearing her flimsy nightgown, the sheets raised only to her waist, shamelessly showing off her tits and nipples to her father.

Once Matt had enjoyed the sight of Angie in her revealing bra and panties, he left the bedroom. Angie asked, “Does he have a girlfriend? Does he see women at all?”

Janette laughed. “Of course not! He’s not like that. Besides, why would he want somebody his own age when he has a daughter like me?” She turned over and quickly fell asleep, leaving Angie to ponder the meaning of that reply.

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Late at night, the two high school seniors would climb into the same bed and “secretly” watch soft-core programs via On Demand, Janette explaining that her father never checked the cable bills. She made sure to include scenes with girl-on-girl action, and would absentmindedly stroke Angie’s hands and arms, as best friends commonly did at that age, soon advancing into strokes on the girl’s thighs.

When Angie asked Janette if she liked girls and had ever done anything with them, Janette said, “I like you. And hasn’t everybody played with a girlfriend? How could we not?” After only a few of those porn scenes, Janette introduced Angie to increasingly hardcore clips and movies on her laptop.

Janette used our pool several times a week and gave Angie several old swimsuits to wear. Angie had never worn such abbreviated bikinis, but submitted to Janette’s coaxing and, seemed unaware that they revealed everything when wet. She had a phenomenal body, and according to Janette, was a 33C. So the two not only looked like sisters, their bra size was almost identical and they both exuded the same sensual, submissive nature.

At nighttime, the two girls started watching soft BDSM. Janette was careful to begin slowly with scenes of light bondage, eye masks, etc. She explained how exciting it all was. Naturally, Angie asked if she’d ever done it with a boy, but Janette only giggled and asked Angie if she’d like to bind Janette’s arms and legs.

Janette pulled a black eye mask, a large, long feather and a few of her dad’s old silk neckties from her special drawer. She put on the mask and lay on her back, the sleeveless nightie barely covering her mound. As always, the girls started modestly, Janette guiding her protege as the cooperative girlfriend fastened Janette’s wrists together and tied her ankles to the bedpost. Janette coaxed Angie into teasing her incapacitated friend’s arms and legs with the feather. That was all that happened. Janette knew she had to go slowly with her friend.

When Angie next stayed over, it was a Friday night. There was a three-quarter moon shining directly onto the bed. Janette made sure that her friend wore a short nightie like she herself wore, had Angie kneel with her back against the headboard and covered the unresisting girl’s eyes with the black mask. Angie giggled, excited by the sensuousness of having her eyes covered.

Angie was excited, not nervous, since she’d done the same bondage to her friend only a couple of nights before. Barefoot, Janette walked to her bedroom door, opened it silently and motioned to her father. Matt tiptoed in and silently sat in the comfortable easy chair that she’d positioned next to the bed. Janette straddled her bound friend.

The giggling stopped when Janette bound the beautiful girl’s hands behind her back, something Angie was not expecting. Being a born sub – even though she didn’t know it – Angie did not protest or object, she only cooed “Ooohhh” in surprise. Janette gave verbal reassurances the whole time, complimenting Angie on how pretty she looked, how sexy her outthrust breasts looked, etc.