“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 Jte exchanged a nce 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 ept 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.”Content ? N?velDrama.Org 2024.


    “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.” Jte lowered her skirt. As she left the room, Matt began nning a demo for Angie.


    ~ ~ ~


    Angie began staying over a couple of nights per week. Her sleepovers quickly increased till she was spending 4-5 nights a week with Jte and Matt. This schedule was actually a relief for the hardworking Justine. She missed her daughter, but life was a bit easier.


    Angie began to imitate Jte’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 Jte’s salon for Brazilian waxes.


    Within only a couple of weeks, Jte 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 Jte’s treat: expensive and adult lingerie.


    “Hold on!” Jte said, as if she’d just had a great idea. “Let’s see what Daddy thinks. He’s got great taste in clothes.” Jte and he had been sure to walk around the house, scantily d, a number of times during Angie’s sleepovers. When Angie had asked Jte 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, Jte had just shrugged. “We’re sofortable 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 hadid the ground for a loose atmosphere. For instance, on hot afternoons, Jte 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 stered to her nude mons, her hairless lips as in as day beneath the transparent gusset. When Jte 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 be somewhat ustomed to the household’s matter-of-fact semi-nudity and her friend’s grant exhibitionism.


    Angie objected to Jte’s idea to summon her father for an opinion on their new lingerie, but Jte 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. Jte ran out of the bedroom before Angie had a chance to protest further.


    Jte pulled Matt into the girls’ shared bedroom and shoved him into the easy chair. Thete 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 Jte’s did on her own.


    Angie stood nervously, but Jte grabbed her hand, stretched it above Angie’s head and spun the girl around. “Ta-da!” Jte said proudly. Both Angie and Mattughed. “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 Jte had selected a matching pair of underwear whosece was deceptive: itpletely 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, Jte 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. Jte 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.


    Jte 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 spectacr 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?”


    Jteughed. “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.


    ~ ~ ~


    Late at night, the two high school seniors would climb into the same bed and “secretly” watch soft-core programs via On Demand, Jte exining 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 friendsmonly did at that age, soon advancing into strokes on the girl’s thighs.


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


    Jte 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 Jte’s coaxing and, seemed unaware that they revealed everything when wet. She had a phenomenal body, and ording to Jte, 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. Jte was careful to begin slowly with scenes of light bondage, eye masks, etc. She exined how exciting it all was. Naturally, Angie asked if she’d ever done it with a boy, but Jte only giggled and asked Angie if she’d like to bind Jte’s arms and legs.


    Jte pulled a ck eye mask, arge, long feather and a few of her dad’s old silk neckties from her special drawer. She put on the mask andy on her back, the sleeveless nightie barely covering her mound. As always, the girls started modestly, Jte guiding her protege as the cooperative girlfriend fastened Jte’s wrists together and tied her ankles to the bedpost. Jte coaxed Angie into teasing her incapacitated friend’s arms and legs with the feather. That was all that happened. Jte 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. Jte 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 ck 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, Jte walked to her bedroom door, opened it silently and motioned to her father. Matt tiptoed in and silently sat in thefortable easy chair that she’d positioned next to the bed. Jte straddled her bound friend.


    The giggling stopped when Jte 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. Jte gave verbal reassurances the whole time,plimenting Angie on how pretty she looked, how sexy her outthrust breasts looked, etc.