Story: The Foster Girl, Part 9

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Bill Burkhill wasn’t a very observant man, and it was entirely possible that Jayna could have corrupted and fucked his entire family without Bill ever noticing, but Jayna wasn’t going to take that chance.  And anyway, Jayna firmly believed that a father should be the head of his household, and control the women within it.

So she would need to get Bill’s sexual adatettention – and, from there, lead him down the same path of corruption that the other members of the Burkhills were already taking their first steps on.

It began in an afternoon.  Bill was still at work, at an architectural firm in the city, but Carrie was home, folding laundry in the master bedroom.

Jayna entered the bedroom, closed the door behind her, and went immediately to sit on Carrie’s lap.

“Jayna!” objected Carrie.  “I’m…”

But her protestation was muffled when Jayna kissed her foster mother on the lips, and put a hand on Carrie’s breast and squeezed.

Carrie immediately moaned with guilty lust, and her body went soft.  Jayna continued to kiss her for some time, rubbing and squeezing at her tits, feeling her foster mother’s arousal increasing.  And soon she felt a wetness in her hands, as the stimulation caused Carrie to begin leaking milk, soaking quickly through her bra and shirt.

When she finally pulled back a little, Carrie tried to protest again.

“Jayna,” she said.  “We can’t do this…”

“Why?” asked Jayna.  “Is there something wrong with it?  Should I tell someone about it?”

The familiar look of guilt covered Carrie’s face, and she shook her head hurriedly.  “No,” she said.  “I mean, yes.  No.  You shouldn’t… but we can’t…”

“Was it wrong for me to breastfeed from you, mommy?” asked Jayna.  “Should I tell Bill about it?”

Carrie didn’t know what to say, caught in a trap of lust and shame and guilt.

“You’ve made your shirt all wet, mommy,” said Jayna.  “Here.”  She began to unbutton Carrie’s shirt, and Carrie submissively allowed it to happen.  Once Jayna had removed it she reached back to unhook Carrie’s bra, and her foster-mother allowed that as well.  Soon Carrie’s magnificent boobs were bare, and Jayna lowered her head to begin sucking the milk from each of her foster-mother’s udders.

Carrie just sat in blushing guilty shame and let her teen daughter suck her tits, trying to pretend her pussy wasn’t sopping wet, trying to pretend that she wasn’t remembering how Jayna had licked her pussy clean the other day, trying to act like she didn’t want it to happen again.

By the time Jayna had sucked Carrie’s breasts dry, Carrie had begun to make little pathetic mewling sounds of lust, and she was actively pushing her tits against Jayna’s face, and running her hand through Jayna’s hair to pull her closer.  Jayna had to struggle a little to sit up when she was done breastfeeding.

“What’s wrong, mommy?” asked Jayna.  “Did I make you wet between your legs too?”

Carrie didn’t know what to say.  “I… I mean…”

“Show me,” said Jayna.

And Carrie, natural submissive that she was, didn’t argue.  She just stood, pulled off her skirt, and then pulled down her panties to show her snatch.  She even spread her legs a little to give Jayna a better look.

“Do you want me to lick it clean?” asked Jayna.  “I think I should.”

“Yes, please, honey,” said Carrie, in a thick, trembling voice.  “Please lick mommy clean…”

“I will,” said Jayna.  “But there’s something I wanted to talk to you about first.”  She put a hand on Carrie and pulled her back to a sitting position on the bed.  Then she reached between Carrie’s legs and cupped her pussy.  It was every bit as wet as Jayna had expected, and her hand was instantly slick with her foster mother’s arousal.  She squeezed Carrie’s pussy gently, making Carrie moan.

“I miss my daddy,” said Jayna.  “It’s nice having a mother and sister and brother, but for most of my life I just had a daddy.  And Bill’s… not the same.  He’s so distant.”

“He just has a lot of work to do, honey,” said Carrie, trying to ignore what Jayna was doing to her pussy.  “He loves you, really.”

“I don’t feel like he does,” said Jayna.  “He’s awkward when I hug him.  And he acts like it’s weird when I kiss him.”

Jayna was referring to an incident only two days ago, and Carrie instantly knew what she meant.

“You were trying to kiss him *on the mouth*, sweetie,” Carrie said.  “That’s not how daughters act with their fathers.”

“It’s how it was with my father,” said Jayna.  “And it’s not wrong, is it?  I mean, I kiss you on the mouth…”

Carrie was once again stuck.

“Please,” said Jayna.  “Don’t tell me it’s strange.  I’d feel so embarrassed.  Tell me it’s normal for daughters to tongue-kiss their parents, when they really love them.”

Carrie blushed.  Jayna’s hand on her pussy felt so good.  And she was terrified of the idea of Jayna telling anyone else about how she was behaving with her foster daughter.

“Of course, honey,” she said.  “Daughters can kiss their parents on the mouth sometimes.  That’s okay.”

“Then can you tell Bill to kiss me that way?” she said.  “And let me hug him.  And sit on his lap.”

“Of course, honey,” Carrie said.  It wasn’t clear she even knew what she was agreeing to anymore – she seemed entirely focused on her cunt, which Jayna was now rubbing, and parting the folds of her pussy lips in order to tease her clitoris with one finger.

“Oh, and that first night when I had a nightmare and wanted to get in your bed – it felt so harsh that I wasn’t allowed to,” Jayna said.  “I almost cried.  Sleeping with Luna is nice – but it’s not the same as having my daddy when I’m really scared.  Next time I have a nightmare, you’ll make sure I can sleep with you and Bill, right?”  She smiled.  “And maybe after Bill’s asleep, you can breastfeed me…”

Carrie didn’t want to say yes, but it was hard to think straight with her cunt so wet and Jayna stroking her clitoris in that maddening way.  And then when Jayna threatened to ask Bill directly, and say that it must be okay because of how intimate she had already been with mommy, Carrie had no resistance left.

“Yes,” she gasped.  “You can sleep with us when you have a nightmare, sweetie.  Now… please… lick mommy clean…”

“Call me Luna,” said Jayna.  “Call me Luna if you want me to lick you.  And tell me my pussy is sexy.  And call me a disgusting slut.”

Carried was confused.  “No,” she said.  “That’s my daughter.  I can’t…”

“Yes, you can,” said Jayna.  “It’s just a game.  Just between us.  And why don’t you look at those photos of Luna you took when she was getting changed the other day while I lick you?”  She paused.  “Unless you don’t *want* to be licked?”

Carrie didn’t just want Jayna’s tongue by now – she needed it.  Nothing else mattered.

“Please, Luna, baby, lick mommy’s pussy,” she whined.  “You’ve got such a sexy cunt, Luna.  Please lick mommy.”  And she was obediently pulling up the half-naked photos of her daughter that she had on her phone.

Jayna smiled, and descended between Carrie’s legs, and began to lick her foster mother’s cunt.

“Oh!” gasped Carrie.  “Yes, just like that, Luna.  You’re such a disgusting slut.  Keep licking mommy like a good slut.  Your pussy is so pretty.  I love looking at your pretty pussy, sweetie.  Just keep licking your mommy’s cunt like a slutty little whore.”

And soon, to Jayna’s delight, Carrie was orgasming, while staring at her own daughter’s half-naked body, and calling her daughter a slut and a whore.

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Bill Burkhill got a surprise the next morning when his new foster daughter Jayna came up to him and draped her arms around his shoulders, pulling her lithe young body tight against his older masculine frame.

“Good morning, daddy,” she enthused, in a bubbly, kittenish voice – and she kissed her foster father on the lips.

The whole family were present, and they all watched in shock.  Bill immediately pushed Jayna away.

“Jayna!” he exclaimed.  “What are you doing?”

Jayna looked at Carrie, a little smirk on her face, and Carrie obediently stepped in.

“It’s just her way of showing affection, Bill,” she said.  “She’s had such a strange upbringing.  And with you away at work all the time, she feels like you don’t even like her.  She just needs to know that you have affection for her.”

“That’s right,” pouted Jayna.  “Do you hate me, daddy?”

“No, I don’t hate you,” said Bill immediately.  “But you can’t just kiss me on the mouth…”

“Why not, Bill?” asked Carrie.  “It doesn’t mean anything, does it?  If that shows her that you love her, what’s wrong with a kiss on the lips?  They do it in other cultures.”

Carrie didn’t specify which other cultures those might be, because she frankly had no idea, but luckily Jayna stepped in to continue the attack.

“Please, daddy?” she said.  “If you really do love me, can you kiss me?”

Bill looked at Carrie.  “You really think it’s okay?” he asked.

“I think it would be cruel if you didn’t, Bill,” said Carrie, blushing a little, because deep down the truth was that she thought it was slutty and strange – but she didn’t dare have Jayna discuss the lesbian trysts she had been having with the younger girl.

“Well,” said Bill.  “Okay then…”

And it was clear to Jayna that he had never needed convincing – only permission.  Because, after all, Jayna was a sexy young teen, and if the thought of her lithe young body had not already visited Bill’s fantasies, it wouldn’t take much to put it there.

Jayna pressed herself against her foster father again, and this time when they kissed Bill didn’t pull away.  His lips were firm against her own, and when Jayna pushed her tongue forward, he accepted it into his mouth.  His strong arms wrapped around her and pulled her close…

… and suddenly it was Jayna who wasn’t thinking straight.  The feeling of kissing this older man, of being held by him, of being the object of his desire, fit so well into her deepest and most primal fantasy – the idea of fucking her *own* biological father.  It had been so frustrating to see him rape so many pretty girls, and yet never turn his attention to the pretty daughter right in front of him.  

It was all she could do not to immediately grind her body against Bill with slutty desire, desperate for him to slap her and rape her and make her his fucktoy.  It would be too much, too soon – all she could have right now was a kiss – and yet she wanted so much more.

When the kiss finally ended, her face was flushed, her nipples were hard, and her cunt was wet.  

“Thank you, daddy,” she breathed.

“You’re welcome, honey,” said Bill.  “I really do like you, you know.”

And she would have known that even if he hadn’t said it – because she had felt his cock stiffening against her belly as they kissed.

“I just need lots of kisses from my daddy,” said Jayna.  “So that I know that I’m loved.”

“I’m sure your daddy will kiss you all the time from now on,” said Carrie – but her voice was thick with guilt, and with jealousy, from watching the sexy teen tongue-kiss her husband.

Jayna’s foster-brother Mitch had an expression of jealousy too.  He didn’t yet understand that he wouldn’t have to compete with his father for Jayna’s mouth and pussy – he would get all that he wanted, in due course.

And Luna, of course, was furious.

Luna accosted Jayna in the bedroom the girls shared as soon as they were alone.  She began speaking even before she’d finished stripping off her clothes (in accordance with Jayna’s rule that Luna never be fully dressed in her own bedroom).

“Why did you do that with dad?” she asked.  “Can’t you just leave him alone?”

“Are you jealous that daddy kissed me?” asked Jayna.

“I’m not jealous!” insisted Luna.  “It’s just… wrong!”

“Are you sure?” asked Jayna.  “After all, you’re always going on about how you want to fuck your father and brother.”

Luna blushed.  Jayna made her say those things – but once she had said them, it was difficult to forget that she had done so.

“Anyway,” said Jayna.  “You’re asking the wrong questions.  You shouldn’t be wondering why he tongue-kissed me.  You should be asking why he doesn’t do that with you.”  She laughed.  “I guess he just doesn’t love you as much as he does me.”

Luna went white with outrage and embarrassment.  She opened her mouth, but didn’t know what to say.

“Shush,” said Jayna.  She pulled off her skirt abruptly, and pulled down her panties.  “Good girlfriends support each other’s fantasies.  So be a good girlfriend, and get down on your knees, and lick my pussy, so I can orgasm while fantasising about fucking our daddy.”

And soon enough, under the care of Luna’s unwilling tongue, Jayna did orgasm.  But she had lied.  She wasn’t thinking about fucking Bill.  She was picturing fucking her own father – while watching Bill rape his pretty daughter Luna…

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