Story: The Foster Girl, Part 13

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In the afternoon, a couple of hours after her encounter with Mitch about his music volume, Jayna sought out her foster mother Carrie, and found her in the back garden, watering some flowers. 

She went up to Carrie, and brazenly grabbed one of the older women’s tits and squeezed it.  As she had hoped, it produced an immediate wet patch of milk on Carrie’s blouse. 

Carrie’s eyes went wide, and she slapped Jayna’s hands away. 

“Jayna!” she hissed, scandalised. 

“You need milking,” said Jayna.  “Do you want to come behind the garden shed?” 

Carrie looked around, her face flaming with embarrassment, terrified that someone might have seen her foster daughter groping her tits, or heard Jayna’s proposition.  But there was no one.  Mitch and Luna were in their bedrooms.  Bill was out visiting friends and wouldn’t be home until dinner. 

“Just… just for a minute,” whispered Carrie, and followed her pretty foster daughter behind the garden shed.  

Here there was a narrow, dingy space, between the aluminium walls of the shed and the colourbond of the yard’s rear fence.  No one could see them unless they came a significant distance into the garden. 

“Take your clothes off, mommy,” said Jayna.  “We don’t want to get them dirty.” 

Carrie didn’t want to strip – but nor did she resist when Jayna began to pull off her skirt and blouse, and she obligingly stepped out of her panties when Jayna drew them down her legs. 

“Ask me to milk  you, mommy,” said Jayna.  “Or rather, ask Luna to.  Like the slut she is, remember.” 

Carrie blushed again – but they could both smell how wet her pussy was. 

“Please, Luna baby, you’re such a little slut, please… suck mommy’s tits for her, like a good little whore,” breathed Carrie. 

And Jayna leaned in and took Carrie’s left nipple in her mouth, and began to suck.  Carrie immediately sucked in a gasp of pure pleasure – and then again when Jayna’s hand went to her cunt, and began to stroke along her wet, puffy pussy lips. 

Jayna was delighted by how much milk she could suck from Carrie’s udder.  Her mother was really coming along as a milker.  Her development was better than could be accounted for just by Jayna breastfeeding from her, and she guessed that Carrie must be playing with her own tits and milking herself – probably while fantasising about either Jayna or her pretty daughter Luna. 

Jayna remembered what her father had always called lactating women when he raped them – “cows”. 

She lifted her face from Carrie’s tit.  “Does it make you feel like a cow, to have such big milky udders, mommy?” 

Carrie blushed again.  “No, baby… that’s not a nice thing to say…” 

“But you look like a cow, mommy,” said Jayna.  “With such huge milk sacks on your chest.  I think you should moo while I milk you.” 

“Moo?” said Carrie, confused.  “But…” 

“Just little cow noises,” said Jayna.  “You *do* want to be milked, don’t you?  Like a cow?  I could stop, if you don’t.” 

Carrie’s cunt was wet, and she was nude in her own backyard with her teen foster daughter.  She couldn’t think clearly.  She wanted Jayna’s lips back on her breast. 

“But…” she said again. 

“Just moo, mommy,” said Jayna.  “It will feel right.  Any time you’re being milked, even if you’re milk yourself, just moo.  Try it out.” 

“Moooo….” said Carrie, uncertainly.   

And immediately Jayna went back to sucking her tits, and it felt so good that Carrie stopped questioning. 

“Mooo,” she said quietly.  “Mooo.” 

Jayna sucked at Carrie’s tits until they were both dry.  She kept fingering her foster mother’s twat as she sucked, and halfway through the second udder she felt Carrie shake and orgasm.  She even squirted a little on Jayna’s hand.  But Jayna kept fingering her, keeping Carried horny and eager to cum a second time. 

When she was done with the tits, she lifted her head and said, “Is there any reason that Luna’s new underwear is a secret from her father?” 

“Uh… no…” said Carrie, not sure where this was going.  “I mean, us girls don’t normally talk about underwear in front of the men…” 

“But it’s such pretty underwear,” said Jayna.  “And Luna is so proud of it.  I think at dinner tonight you should tell your husband about Luna’s new underwear, don’t you?  Or get her to tell him?” 

“Okay,” said Carrie.  She wasn’t sure what she was really agreeing to, but Jayna’s finger was still working her snatch in a very distracting way. 

“And you know Luna’s at a fragile age about these things,” said Jayna.  “So it’s important that you support her choices.  Make them feel normal.” 

“Yes,” breathed Carrie.  That sounded reasonable.  She could do that. 

“One last thing,” said Jayna.  “It’s really nice how daddy kisses me on the lips now.  But Luna is getting jealous.  She thinks her father doesn’t love her.  Do you think you could get daddy to kiss Luna that way too?” 

“Of course, baby,” breathed Carrie.  She had her hands on her tits, and was squeezing them, milking them, as if trying to produce more milk, even though they were dry.  “Mooo,” she said, quietly, remembering what Jayna had told her to do. 

“That’s so good,” said Jayna.  “Remember all those things, okay, mommy?  I love you.  You’re such a good cow.”  She smiled.  “Now, let’s lick that messy pussy clean…” 

And she dropped to her knees, and began to lick her foster mother’s cunt, until Carrie had a second orgasm, shivering with lust and shame and guilt and embarrassment. 

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Jayna made Luna wear a short skirt and no panties to family dinner. 

“Why?” asked Luna, but she was already cringing even before Jayna slapped her, her body remembering the rule that her brain had forgotten. 

“Don’t question me, remember?” said Jayna. 

“Yes, mistress,” said Luna, meekly, and as a reward Jayna knelt in front of her foster sister and licked at her pussy, until Luna was aroused, and her pussy was throbbing, and her face was flushed. 

There was the sound of a car pulling up outside the house.  Luna’s father Bill had just gotten home – and just in time, as judging by the smells from the kitchen, dinner was almost ready.  Jayna led Luna to the front door of the house, and when it opened, she threw herself at Bill, and gave him an intimate, affectionate tongue kiss, pressing her tits against his chest and moaning sluttily as she kissed him. 

These kisses were some of Jayna’s favourite moments.  She loved kissing an older man – especially one in a fatherhood role to her – and every part of her body told her that this was right and good, and she was endlessly disappointed when it didn’t continue into Bill pushing her against the wall, and stripping her, and fucking her… 

But the kiss ended, and Jayna had to step away, wet pussied and flushed, continuing the act that a father tongue-kissing his foster daughter was just a normal thing that happened in families. 

Bill used hand to ruffle her hair.  “Good to see you, kiddo,” he said, and his voice was normal, but Jayna wasn’t fooled, as she had felt the hardness of his cock through his pants as she had kissed him. 

There was the noise of a throat being cleared from the direction of the kitchen, and they looked up to see Carrie standing, watching them. 

“And what about your other daughter, Bill?” she asked. 

Bill looked at Luna, who was blushing furiously.  “What do you mean?” he asked. 

“How do you think Luna feels, seeing you kiss Jayna and ignore her?” asked Carrie.  “Don’t you love her too?” 

“Of course I do!” said Bill indignantly.  “I just thought… I mean…” 

“Then give her a kiss just like you gave Jayna,” said Carrie. 

Luna opened her mouth to say that she didn’t need any such kiss – but she caught Jayna’s eye, and immediately knew that she would get in trouble with her “mistress” if she didn’t play along. 

In fact, she could envisage the specific scene that would play out.  When she claimed she didn’t want to kiss her father, Jayna would say, “Then why do you have a scrapbook of slutty fantasies about your dad?” and then the scrapbook Jayna had forced her to make would be discovered, and they would all look at where Luna had pasted her father’s face over images of men fucking young teen girls, and where she had written the words “I want daddy to rape me”.  And then she would literally die of humiliation, and her relationship with her father would be ruined forever, and… 

So she held still as her father approached her, and when he leaned down to kiss her on the lips she opened her mouth, and allowed her father’s tongue into her mouth, and she wrapped her arms around him in a hug, and pretended that she enjoyed sucking on the tongue of the man who had raised her, and that she couldn’t feel her father’s erect cock pressing against her through his pants as he kissed her. 

And she tried to pretend that her own pussy wasn’t still wet from Jayna licking her, and that the kiss didn’t make her cunt throb with lust and shame. 

“There,” said Carrie, when the kiss ended.  “From now on whenever you kiss one of your daughters, Bill, I want you to make sure that the other gets the same attention.” 

“Sure thing,” said Bill, a little flushed from tongue-kissing two pretty teens in rapid succession.  “I think I can make that happen.” 

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Dinner was spaghetti, and all five members of the family sat around the dinner table together.  Bill sat at the head of the table, with his wife Carrie on one side and his son Mitch on the other.  Jayna sat next to Carrie on one long side, and Luna sat next to Mitch on the other. 

Almost at once, underneath the tablecloth, Mitch reached out for his sister’s lap, and worked his hand under her skirt.  Luna’s eyes went wide, and she clamped her legs together.  Her hands went to slap his away – but she caught Jayna’s eye as she did so, and she remembered Jayna’s instructions to her from this morning. 

“If he gropes you, you should grin and let him do it,” Jayna had said.  Because, after all, Luna had been engaging in a number of suspect activities recently, and if she complained to her parents about Mitch, there might be questions raised about Luna herself – and someone might find that book, where she had written that she wanted her father to rape her…. 

And so she said nothing, and didn’t push Mitch’s hands away.  She settled for turning and glaring at him, but he only grinned back – and dug his nails into the flesh of her inner thigh.  Luna squeaked in pain, and instinctively parted her legs to get her thigh away from the source of torment – which allowed Mitch to move to cup her wet pussy, and wiggle his fingers between her cunt lips. 

A moment later, he had two fingers pushing into her fuckhole. 

Luna couldn’t believe it.  Her own brother had his fingers in her cunt – and in public, at the dinner table, with both of her parents watching.  They didn’t know it was happening, of course – and Luna had to do everything she could to ensure that they *didn’t* know.  She couldn’t bear the humiliation of letting her parents know that her brother had put his fingers in her twat.  So she sat very still, with her legs spread, and allowed Mitch to molest her, making her best attempt to pretend that nothing unusual was happening as she ate her plate of spaghetti. 

“So we bought Luna some new underwear the other day,” said Carrie brightly, between mouthfuls of spaghetti. 

Luna’s eyes went wide again, sensing coming humiliation. 

“Oh?” asked Bill. 

Carrie looked at Luna.  “Luna, honey, why don’t you tell your dad about your new underwear?” 

Luna looked down at her food and blushed, trying to pretend that her brother wasn’t pumping his fingers in and out of her twat under the table. 

“It’s very pretty,” she said. 

Carrie pouted.  “No, honey, tell your father what’s special about it.” 

Luna’s face flamed.  She couldn’t believe her mother was doing this.  It felt surreal, to be here, discussing her underwear, as her brother secretly finger-raped her twat. 

She mumbled something. 

“Louder, sweetie,” said Carrie. 

“It’s crotchless,” said Luna, louder.  “And the bras are half-cups, or cupless.” 

“What does that mean, honey?” asked her father. 

Luna was silent for a moment, breathing deeply, trying to ignore her brother’s fingers indie her fuckhole, trying to pretend that she didn’t want to buck her hips against those fingers. 

But everyone was looking at her, waiting for an answer.  There was no escape. 

“It means you can see my pussy and my tits when I wear them,” she said, in a quiet, humiliated voice. 

Bill’s eyes widened, and he looked at Carrie. 

“Oh, don’t look like that, Bill,” said Carrie.  “This is the fashion with young women these days.  They all dress like that.  It’s normal.” 

Mitch’s fingers came out of Luna’s cunt, and she made a little gasp of relief – but Mitch wasn’t done.  His fingers explored up the cleft of her pussy, and when they found her clit, they began to stroke it softly. 

Bill looked at Jayna.  “Do you dress like that, Jayna?” he asked her. 

Jayna smiled brightly.  “Absolutely,” she said.  “It feels really sexy.   But Luna looks better in it than I do.  She’s got a really cute pussy.” 

Luna couldn’t believe this was happening.  Her family were actually discussing her pussy at the dinner table – even as her own brother was masturbating that very same pussy. 

“Are you wearing your new underwear right now, honey?” asked Bill. 

What could Luna say?  She could lie and say yes – and risk having Jayna contradict her.  Or she could tell the truth. 

“No,” she said, hoping that her father would ask no further questions. 

But it was her mother who had the question. 

Carrie – who knew that Luna’s non-slutty underwear had been thrown in the garbage – furrowed her brow, and said, “Then what underwear *are* you wearing?” 

Luna was trapped.  There was only one thing she could say. 

“I’m not wearing any panties,” she said, in a small voice. 

“For heaven’s sake, Luna, why not?” demanded her father.  And Luna shrivelled up at the implication of her father’s tone and question.  Her father thought she was a slut. 

And what could she say?  She couldn’t say that Jayna had forced her to dress like this, certainly. 

“I just like it,” she said.  “It feels good.” 

At that point Mitch took her clitoris between two fingers and tugged on it lightly, causing Luna to make a slutty gasp of pain and surprise at the most embarrassing time possible. 

“Luna…” began her father, his voice thick with disgust. 

But Carrie put a hand over her husband’s wrist.  “Oh, Bill,” she said, “what harm does it do?  It’s only around the house.  And she wears a skirt.  It’s not like she’s *showing off*.”  She paused, and then added, “and honestly, it’s one less thing I have to wash in the laundry.  Really, it’s saving me time and energy.  Let her go without panties.” 

Mitch pushed his fingers back into Luna’s cunt and began pumping them energetically, at which point Luna found it impossible to properly concentrate on the conversation at the table.  It was all she could do not to moan, and buck, and maybe even orgasm.  She would never live that down, she thought – orgasming in front of her family from being finger-raped by her own brother. 

Bill, meanwhile, was looking at Carrie.  “But honey, *you* don’t go around the house without panties.” 

Jayna pitched in.  “Maybe she should!” she volunteered.  “Maybe all us girls should.” 

Bill kept his gaze on his wife.  “If you really think it’s normal, and saves you time on the washing,” he said. 

Carrie was blushing furiously.  “Yes…” she said.  “I mean, I did say that, so…” 

Jayna put her hand on her foster mother’s wrist.  “It makes sense, mommy,” she said.  And then she lifted herself slightly out of her chair, and wiggled her own panties down her legs.  She pulled them over her ankles, and then put them on the table where everyone could see them. 

Carrie stared at her foster daughter’s underwear, then looked back at her husband.

She was trapped. 

“I suppose,” she said, finally, and, blushing, she pulled down her own panties, just as Jayna had done, and set them on the table.  In front of her husband… and her son. 

“Then it’s settled,” said Bill.  “No panties around the house for the Burkhill girls.  Never let it be said that Bill Burkhill is not a progressive man who adjusts to the new teen trends.”  He laughed, awkwardly. 

Under the table, Jayna moved her hand between her foster mother’s thighs, and began to stroke Carrie’s now-naked pussy, even as Mitch continued to finger-rape his sister. 

Luna was becoming increasingly concerned that she *was* going to orgasm at the dinner table, and she wasn’t sure she could stay quiet if she did.  She needed to get away from her brother’s fingers. 

“I’ve finished my dinner,” she said – even though her plate was still half-full.  “May I be excused?”  

“Do I get to see this new underwear?” asked Bill.  “After all, it was purchased with money from my credit card, I assume.” 

“Yes,” said Carrie, trying to pretend her foster-daughter wasn’t stroking her clitoris – and trying to pretend she didn’t want to see her daughter in the slutty lingerie again herself.  “That’s a wonderful idea, Luna.  Why don’t you go put on your prettiest lingerie and come back here and show your father?” 

Luna looked at her in horror – but there was no support from anyone at the table.  Her foster sister and all the members of her family were staring at her with eager, predatory eyes. 

“Be quick, Luna,” said Jayna, still secretly fingering Luna’s mother.  “Otherwise we might run out of things to talk about, and who know what we’ll do then?” 

Luna heard the implied threat in Jayna’s words – and so that was how, only ten minutes later, she was back at the table, dying of humiliation, wearing nothing except crotchless panties and a cupless bra.   

She was showing her cunt and tits to her entire family. 

Worse still, they couldn’t help but notice that her pussy was so wet it was literally dripping, and that her tits were swollen and her nipples were hard. 

“You look very pretty in that, Luna,” said her father.  “It suits you.”  His voice was dry and raspy with what Luna couldn’t help but recognise as lust. 

“Spread your legs a little so we can see better,” said Jayna, and Luna was forced to part her legs so that her father and brother would have a better view of her cunt. 

“See?” asked Jayna.  “Isn’t her cunt so cute?  Spread your pussy lips, Luna, let them see.” 

There was no way to pretend that spreading her pussy lips for her family wasn’t slutty and lewd, but Luna didn’t dare disobey her “mistress”.  She closed her eyes tight, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening – and used her fingers to part her labia, to let her father and mother and brother see the little pink pearl of her clitoris and the entrance to her fuckhole. 

With her eyes closed, what Luna didn’t see was each member of her family lifting their phones, aiming it at her, and taking a photo.   

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They let her go after that, and Luna practically ran to her bedroom, shaking with humiliation and degradation.  When Jayna came after her a little while later, she found Luna crying.  She quietly undressed Luna, removing the slutty underwear, and guided Luna’s mouth to her cunt.  Luna’s cuntlicking was always so much hotter when she was crying… 

At the same time, Bill had taken his wife Carrie to the bedroom – and here he began to make out with her with unaccustomed passion.  Within minutes they were both nude, and in the bed, with Bill on top, plunging his cock into his wife’s wet pussy and squeezing her tits, oblivious to the little squirts of milk that came from her nipples. 

And Mitch went to his own room with his new photo of his sister, and his fingers still smelling of his sister’s cunt.  His pants came down, and he began to furiously masturbate as he stared at the picture of Luna spreading her pussy to her family’s gaze. 

And so that day became a special day for Luna for three reasons.  Firstly, it was the first time she had tongue-kissed her father. 

Secondly, it was the first time her family had seen her clitoris since she became an adult. 

And thirdly, it was the first time that every member of her family orgasmed in the same night while simultaneously fantasising about raping her…

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