Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 10
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 10 - While trapped on a family camping trip, Jane has an unusual run-in with a man at the washrooms. Fighting her fears and anxieties, Jane continues to meet with him each night and even befriends his daughter Riley... who looks remarkably like her.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual Heterosexual Incest Spanking Anal Sex Cream Pie First Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Voyeurism Small Breasts
I woke up somewhat rested as the light spilled onto my face. I found myself lying on my back with Riley snuggling up against me on my left. Her arm reached across my chest to hold me close, something I was getting used to now. I actually was starting to wonder what sleeping alone in my own bed would be like again since I’d be going home tomorrow. I couldn’t help feeling some sadness about that.
The sheets were still pulled back, with only our lower halves covered. I could only see one of her perfect breasts as the other was buried between us. When I arrived a few days ago, I wasn’t sure what to think about Riley’s freewheeling nudity around me. Now, though, I’ve gotten used to it and kind of like it. It brought an immediate intimate closeness between us, a bond that I don’t think I’ve had with anyone else besides my parents, and they don’t count.
I reached across my body with my right hand and brushed some hair from her face. I looked upon her sleeping beauty, one almost exactly like my own. I was attracted to her from the first moment in the shower at the campsite, even though I tried to deny it to myself. After the last few days, I’ve given up trying to fight it. Riley had worn me down with her bubbly confidence and soft touch. She’d convinced me to do things I never thought I could, shared the intimacy of her own boyfriend, and accepted my relationship with her father. She was willing to share everything with me, just as she’d said.
“Morning, Jane.” Riley yawned as she stretched out, her hand intentionally hitting me in the face.
“Hey, quit it,” I said playfully as I slapped her hand away.
“Make me!” she challenged as she did it again.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled it away from my head. She pulled back, and we started to wrestle on the bed. We laughed and giggled as our hands went everywhere on each other’s bodies as we each tried to pin the other down. One of Riley’s arms got pinned between my legs as I tried to immobilize it and gain the upper hand. She tried to pull it back, but it rubbed against my pussy, which caused me to moan lightly. The distraction allowed her to break free. She was clearly stronger, likely from the years of swimming, but I was tenacious.
We rolled around on the bed like children; sisters neither one of us had. It was silly and stupid, but we were having fun until she overpowered me and pinned my arms above my head. She leaned down, our breath heavy from the fighting, and whispered in my ear, “I win.” I lifted my head to hers and kissed her soft lips, something I’d also become accustomed to doing. She reciprocated.
She released my arms, and they quickly wrapped around her neck as our passions increased. A few days ago, I wouldn’t have believed I’d be doing this, but now? Now I wanted to lose myself in her lips, have her mouth on my tits, and hand between my legs. And I would do the same to her.
“Aren’t we frisky this morning?” Riley said, as she teasingly pulled away. “You were so tired last night, you fell asleep on me.”
“Yeah, I don’t know what got into me,” I smiled, as my hands moved to her small soft breasts.
“I know, it was my boyfriend and my dad that got into you, I watched both, remember?” Riley teased, as her fingers made their way inside me, “and me too.”
“You still ok with that?”
“YESSSS,” she said loudly as I slipped my own fingers inside of her, before she continued, “It’s too late now anyway if I didn’t.”
“I suppose, but still, I don’t want to upset you. I really like you, and don’t want to lose you,” I said as I kissed her tenderly again. Our fingers played with each other’s wet sex.
“I don’t want to lose you either, I really like you, too. It’s too bad you fell asleep last night, I guess I wasn’t very good,” Riley said, before she lowered her mouth to my nipple and sucked on it gently.
I was confused, as I didn’t really remember much after my head hit the pillow. “Good at what?”
“You know...” she paused. Her beautiful eyes just looked into mine as if searching for the answer, but it wasn’t there. “I didn’t want you to leave a mess on the bed,” she finally finished.
I didn’t have a clue what she meant. What mess was she talking about? I could be a little thickheaded sometimes, as I tried to replay the events of that evening. I remembered that I’d messed around with Riley before we both went down to when I was to meet Curtis. He took me long and hard for a long while until he came, then I returned upstairs to bed where Riley joined me. The last thing I remember before passing out was a soft feeling between my legs...
“You didn’t?!” My head lifted from the bed as the realization hit me.
Riley bit her lower lip nervously, it made her look innocent and sexy at the same time, “I did.”
“But that was my ... and your dad’s...” I couldn’t say the words, as the shock hit of what she’d done.
“I know ... I hope you aren’t mad. I just ... wanted to try it and I thought you were awake. I only realized afterward that you’d passed out. You still moaned though, I moved up when I thought you were done, and I saw you were asleep. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” Riley said apologetically.
“It’s ok, you didn’t know, but still...” I stopped to think about it, and I had to ask, “what was it like?”
“Strange at first. Like, we’ve seen each other before, right? Like pretty close up and all, but to really smell it and taste it directly was so wild.” Riley’s hand continued to play with my pussy, just as mine did the same to hers.
“But your dad had just cum in me ... How’d you...”
“I was too turned on to think about it at first, as my tongue gathered it up from around the outside, but after a bit ... as I dug in, it turned me on.” Riley’s face turned red in embarrassment, a rare occurrence for her.
“So you liked it?”
“I loved both parts. If James wasn’t working today, I’d say we meet up with him so he could fuck me, and you could try it yourself.”
I was a little squeamish at the thought, although intrigued at the same time. I still hadn’t gotten a grasp on what I could and would do. I wasn’t as advanced and comfortable with things as Riley clearly was. “I think that might be a step too far for me right now,” I said, as I felt her finger curl up inside me and stroke my inner wall, it felt heavenly.
Riley leaned in and whispered in my ear seductively, “Well, what would you do?”
My heart raced as this time I got the gist of what she wanted much quicker. She pulled her finger from inside me and laid down on her back, she took the finger she’d been using and stuck it in her mouth, her eyes never left my face. I didn’t know if I could do it, as I moved down between her legs. I saw the small strip of blonde hair guide me down towards her intimate center. Her pink outer lips split apart, and the light pink interior dripped with her excitement.
I was a foot away and could smell the musky scent of her vagina. The smell scared and yet aroused me, as I tried to build up the courage to continue. I used my fingers to spread her apart so I could get a closer look. I could see the pink folds separating with my digits and the moisture coated interior. I watched as I slipped a finger deep inside her love tunnel. It was surrounded by small pink folds which stretched and retracted with my movements.
“Don’t worry, it’s not going to bite,” Riley teased, but adding, “You promised whatever I did, you’d do and whatever you do, I’d do.” It was a refrain from my first night here when she convinced me to sleep naked and now look where I was. But she was right. I needed to do this, and I think I wanted to do this, too. I just needed to be pushed to start.
I moved myself forward another few inches until I was right above her pussy. As I took a deep breath through my nose, the scent was strong, ripe, and alluring. I looked up at Riley’s expectant face one last time, closed my eyes and just let my tongue run between her legs. It tasted salty and a little rough, much different than I thought, until I heard Riley giggle.
“You licked the side of my ass!” She continued to chuckle as I opened my eyes to see I was several inches to the right of the target. I’d actually licked closer to her thigh, but down more. Now embarrassed and a little determined, I kept my eyes open for the second attempt, which was much different. This was smooth, slimy, and tasted a little salty and something else. I knew the taste offhand, from myself and the times Curtis made me suck his dick after he’d had sex with his wife. But this was my first time tasting the nectar directly from the fruit, and it wasn’t terrible.
I returned my mouth to her genitals and licked her again, from the bottom up as Curtis had done to me before. As I passed her leaking orifice, I tasted more of her juices on my way up to the nub of her clitoris. She moaned as I made contact. Her legs twitched near my head, as I got that thrill of pleasuring someone else. It was the same thing I got when Curtis used me for his sexual pleasures. It was almost like a drug, the feeling of aiding in someone’s bliss, and I was addicted. I extended my touch out into her interior depths and let my face sink into her pink wetness. Her feminine scent now drove my own sex drive. I wondered if I had the same effect on her, or others, like Curtis. I didn’t know, I just knew I had to watch Riley cum on my tongue.
Riley breathed heavily, one of her hands rubbed her tits while the other was tangled in my hair. Her legs would periodically twitch and her stomach spasm as I did my best between her legs. I think I was getting the hang of things, although this was much harder than sucking on a penis. There was nuance and subtly involved. I knew that from experience, that you couldn’t just go right for the clitoris. You have to tease and play, slowly allowing her body to build up to her climax.
It felt more rewarding to bring her to the edge, keep her on the brink, before finally pushing her over into a mind-shattering orgasm. I didn’t get a mouth full of salty bitter cum, although I had started to enjoy that. No, with Riley I was rewarded with a flood of her sweet and salty sap that flowed out and onto my face. She had to bury her face in a pillow to keep from screaming as she rolled around on the bed, my face crushed between her closed thighs until she calmed down.
“Oh my GOD, Jane ... that was incredible!” She beamed as she pulled me up and kissed me hard. I wouldn’t doubt that she got a good taste of herself, as our lips smacked together.
“Thanks! I’m glad you liked it,” I said as I radiated with pride in my accomplishment.
Riley looked at the clock, it was after 11:00am. “Shit, we should get out of bed before mom sees us. I want to return the favor to you, though.”
“That’s ok, you did more last night even if I don’t remember it. Come on, let’s jump in the shower.”
“Ok, but I’ll make sure to get you tonight while you’re awake, maybe before we go down to meet my dad.”
As I turned on the water and waited for it to heat up, I turned to Riley, “What do you mean when we go to meet your dad?”
“Well, I assume you’re going to let him fuck you again tonight, right? It is your last night here. I can’t imagine you two aren’t going to hook up again, you are a bit of a slut, after all.” Riley playfully slapped my ass with that comment, and I groaned from the tap.
“Probably yeah, but why do you want to watch us again? Wasn’t once weird enough?”
“Strangely, no. Watching the two of you, him yelling my name, was just so ... wrong, but in that forbidden and wrong way. Whatever you do, I do, remember?”
“Still though,” I said as we both stepped into the shower, “I couldn’t imagine doing the same if it was my dad and the roles were reversed. It would be too weird.”
“Maybe you should, it might be an eye-opening experience. It was for me...”
“In what way?”
“Do you ever think I’d ever thought about tasting my dad’s cum from another girl’s pussy before? You just never know what can happen,” Riley said as she once again sunk her fingers between my legs. I melted in her arms, weak to everything she had to offer.
With a little self-control, Riley and I got dressed and eventually made it to the kitchen for lunch. Unbeknownst to us, both of her parents had been gone the entire morning to run some errands while we were in bed. We could have spent another hour messing around together and been as loud as we wanted, and no one would have known. We were both a little disappointed when we found out, but we were up and dressed, so we may as well enjoy our last full day together. I gave my parents the obligatory morning check-in call before I made some food.
“What do you want to do?” I asked Riley, as I stuffed my face with a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
“It’s your last day here, what would you like to do?” Riley knocked the responsibility back into my court.
“I don’t know, I think maybe we could just relax and hang out. Unless there’s somewhere or something you still want to show me,” I volleyed it right back.
“That sounds good, although there is one thing I’d like to do first. I hope you won’t think it’s lame, but I want to do something to celebrate our friendship.”
I couldn’t help but grin, “I think we did that already.”
“Shut up,” Riley laughed as she gave me a playful shove. “Come on and eat up, we need to make a quick drive into town.”
We left just as Riley’s parents got home, crossing paths at the door. Riley wouldn’t say where we were going; she didn’t want to ruin the surprise. She said we’d be back shortly, and we’d likely spend the rest of the day by the pool. Her parents thought that was a great idea and they’d join us when we got back. As usual and against my better judgment, Riley drove my parents car, and we headed back into the cute little town she lived in.
The town bustled with cars and people walking up and down the sidewalks, looking in the quaint storefronts. I was so used to city life where no one looked at anything beyond their phone or what was directly in front of them. I loved living in the city but part of me couldn’t help but wish I lived in a place like this. The pace was slower and people much friendlier, although I would miss the giant global buffet of food available 24/7 whenever a mood struck.
We pulled up in front of a couple of shops and I just stared at the Tattoo sign. She couldn’t be serious, right? I couldn’t help but see my visibly nervous face in the side mirror as I turned to look at Riley. She smiled and opened the door, “We’re here!”
“Riley I...” I stumbled over my words, and I could feel my uncomfortable giggles rearing their unwanted head.
“It’s great, right! Now we’ll never forget each other. It’s a permanent bond, let’s go!”
“But my parents would kill me!” I giggled, as I tried my best to compose myself but failed each time.
“They aren’t here, and there’s nothing they could do about it. Besides, it seems like you love the idea.”
“You know ... I laugh when I’m nervous...”
“I know, it’s kind of adorable. Now let’s go in...” Riley smiled, holding her hand out.
“I can’t get a tattoo ... I’m sorry.” I’d nearly fallen over onto the sidewalk while people looked at me like I’d gone insane. I think if I was back home no one would even notice anything was even happening. I kind of wished for that at that exact moment.
“Tattoo? Oh, silly me. No, I meant there!” Riley laughed wildly, as she pointed to a craft shop next door. “You really do jump to conclusions, don’t you?”
Confused, I managed to pull myself together. “What? What do you mean, you don’t want us to get matching tattoos or something?”
“No, goofball. The craft shop has a friendship bracelet station, where you can create your own design. You are too easy to tease, Jane, I swear. I didn’t even have to do anything this time. You just took yourself for a ride.”
“Oh ... I like the bracelet idea better. It isn’t lame at all.”
“Good, that makes me happy. Let’s head in ... unless you want to get ‘Daddy’s Girl’ tattooed across your ass.”
“Shut up, Riley!” I said pointedly as we headed inside the craft shop.
The shop was small and filled with all kinds of knitting, sewing, and crafting supplies. We were greeted by an older shopkeeper who shuffled out from behind the counter. Riley explained what we were looking for and she brought us over to a big table with a ton of different bangles, ribbons, letters, and other beads and bobs.
“Don’t get a lot of sisters in here, especially twins. Usually they fight like cats and dogs instead,” the shopkeeper said.
“Oh, we’re not sisters. We only met a month ago while camping,” Riley stated before I continued, “Yeah, it was kind of a fluke, but we’ve become friends since then.”
“I may be old but you two look exactly the same. I can’t imagine what the chances are of that happening. But what do I know? Please don’t make too big of a mess on the table.” She then wandered back to her stool behind the counter, while Riley and I designed our bracelets.
I felt five years younger, as we finished our design and tied them on to each other. We’d decided on a blue string, the blue representing the water and how Riley and I met, with small white letter blocks spelling both of our names. Riley on one side and Jane on the other. We agreed we’d wear the other person’s name faced upward while our own would be behind us. In between were an assortment of hearts, and other little charms we thought looked cute.
Riley paid fifteen dollars for the pair, and we said goodbye to the shop lady. We got in the car to head back. I couldn’t get what that old lady had said from my mind. What were the chances of the two of us looking exactly the same? This didn’t seem like a Parent Trap situation, as neither of our parents seemed to know each other when they met at the campground. Then again, I’d already gotten myself worked up over a non-existent tattoo earlier and Riley’s plot to kill me the day before. I think I did need to work on relaxing, as Riley put it. Otherwise, I’d be posting images on whiteboards tied together with red string screaming about how the aliens made us in test-tubes sanctioned by Big Poultry.
We returned to the house and spent the rest of the day relaxing around the pool with Riley and her parents. It was fun. We played around and swam, taking breaks to warm up and catch some sun to help my tan. Riley’s mom and I chatted at points, as she asked about what living in the city was like and what kind of friends I had. She was surprised that I didn’t have a boyfriend, as Riley had been dating James for a while now. I explained that I was shy and nervous around boys and people, but Riley was helping me come out of my shell.
“She can do that. She’s definitely a social butterfly,” Mrs. Sommers said as we had a few snacks around the table.
“Jane’s getting better. She actually is talking to people and not giggling like an idiot, so I think I’m rubbing off,” Riley said proudly.
“Hey, uncalled for ... True, but uncalled for,” I argued, as everyone laughed.
“Well, hopefully you can come back soon to continue your lessons,” Curtis said as he smiled at me.
“Yes, you are welcome back anytime, Jane,” Riley’s mom said. I couldn’t help but feel a little guilty as Carla Sommers had been nothing but nice to me the entire time I’ve been down. I think it would have been easier had she been mean and wicked or something. Just anything to lessen the guilt of me having sex with her husband behind her back. If it wasn’t so good, I’d stop ... maybe.
“Thank you all for having me. It has been so nice. You have such a beautiful home and it’s so different from the city. I hope I’ll get to come back. soon,” I said politely.
Riley jumped in, “Before then, I have to visit your home for a few days. I’ve got to see how my other half lives.”
I actually hadn’t thought about that in a while, but we had agreed to have each other over to see each other’s lives. Our little condo unit was nothing as big as this house and we didn’t have a pool or patio to sit on. I don’t think Riley would like the single bathroom, which would likely stop us from showering together. Our lives were very different, at least in terms of living arrangements.
“My place is pretty small, Riley. I don’t know if you’d like being cooped up in a tiny condo.”
“Of course I would, and besides, there’s a great big city for us to explore together. You can show me the sights just like I did for you here. The point is being together and having fun.”
“Alright, just don’t blame me if you’re miserable and bored by the second day.”
“Trust me,” Riley said with a knowing grin, “we’ll have fun.”
The evening rolled around and soon Riley and I were in her room as we waited for the house to fall asleep. I already knew Riley would be following me again tonight, for my final time with her dad this trip. There wasn’t anything I could do or say to stop it, and it did make it easier to sneak in and out with her knowing. I thought about what it would be like to watch my dad have sex with Riley and it seemed so wrong. But, for whatever reason, Riley wanted to do it again.
We waited out the time before my usual 1:00am meet up time with Curtis by entertaining ourselves. Riley made good on her promise to lick me while I was awake, and I couldn’t even describe how good it felt. It was like she knew my body and all the best places I enjoyed. I came twice on her talented tongue before I returned the favor. I hate to admit it, but I think I had started to enjoy the taste of her pussy. Before I was able to fall down my usual rabbit hole of paranoid self-reflection, Riley told me it was almost time. I pulled my face from her vagina and put on my usual T-shirt, before we both headed for the basement.
“Wait, I have an idea,” Riley said as we reached the door to the basement, “take off your shirt.”
“What? Why?” I asked, but I was already doing it. I stood there completely naked while Riley took my shirt and put it on.
“Follow my lead...”
Riley started to turn the handle to the basement, but I pulled her away, I had no idea what she was planning. “I don’t understand...” was all I could say.
“Remember the quarry?” Riley said as I stared blankly at her in the dim light of the hallway. As it slowly dawned on me, Riley grinned at my understanding.
“Riley NO!” I tried to keep my voice down in the quiet of the house, but I couldn’t believe what she had in mind.
“What you do, I do,” was all she said, before she broke free and went down the stairs to the basement.
I tried to follow silently behind her but didn’t know what to do. I listened for Riley to say the word ‘safe’, to let me know I could sneak down. I assumed she wanted me to watch whatever it was she was going to do and that had been the plan tonight.
“You look good daddy, is tonight safe from mommy?” I heard Riley say from my perch at the top of the stairs. I quietly scampered down and hid in a partially open closet that Riley had told me about. It had an unobstructed view of the whole room, as I watched Riley look over her father’s shoulders while he was on the computer. He was only wearing a pair of shorts, and it looked like he was reading another perverted story as Riley touched his neck. She turned her head once in my direction, right at the cracked door of the closet, before she let her hands travel down his bare chest.
“You don’t usually mention, Carla,” Curtis said as he stood up and unsuspectingly faced his own daughter.
“I hope I wasn’t bad,” Riley said in a sad tone before she pulled the T-shirt off, exposing herself fully to her father. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I’d somehow half expected Riley to come up with an excuse to leave and then we’d swap back, but my hope of that diminished quickly as Curtis couldn’t tell the difference between us.
“That depends, princess. Will you be a good girl and do whatever I say?”
“You know I will, daddy,” Riley answered as she touched his chest again.
“Good girl,” he said, as I then watched him pull Riley in and kiss her on the lips. Riley didn’t struggle or resist, she calmly returned his affections as his hands cupped her small perfect breasts.
“You like touching my titties, dad?”
“I like them better when they’re in my mouth, princess.” I watched Curtis lower his head to his daughter’s breast, the same ones I’d had in my mouth a short time ago and suckled. Riley’s head rolled back as she held his head in her hands. I couldn’t believe she was doing this, and worst still, it turned me on to watch.
It was one thing to simulate incest. It was another thing to actually watch it play out live in front of you. Granted, only one of them actually knew it, but the other enjoyed the ‘pretend roleplay’ a lot. I saw Riley’s hand sneak down the front of her dad’s shorts and stroke him slowly. Any pretense I had that she was bluffing disappeared at that moment and I knew she was serious.
“Oh, I’m so hot, daddy!”
“Yeah, you’re a hot little slut who likes to tease me.”
Riley continued to play along, but it was strange to hear the conversation between them. “I didn’t mean to, I didn’t know.”
I could hear the familiar snarl in Curtis’ voice and knew what was coming, “Didn’t know? You pranced around in your little panties and bikinis, and you didn’t know what it would do to a man? To me?”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know...” The inflection in Riley’s voice seemed genuine, and I couldn’t tell if she was acting or not. I wondered if being directly involved with her own father was stirring up some latent emotions and history for her. I couldn’t even imagine being in her shoes and hearing her father’s deep seeded sexual desires for her. It’s easy sitting on the sidelines, knowing all the theories and things, but it is another thing to experience them firsthand. All I knew was that it was having the intended effect on her father ... and me. My fingers were inside my own pussy as I watched enjoying the show, but also wishing I was in her place. It was my final night after all.
“Maybe I should punish you for being such a little tease!” Curtis barked, his own buried emotions brimmed to the surface. I would say it was also different for me to watch things play out, instead of being involved. I could almost feel his frustration as he bent Riley over the arm of the couch, her ass helplessly exposed to his whims.
“No daddy, don’t spank me!” she cried out. That one I could tell was for play as she couldn’t help but wiggle her butt at him.
SMACK! SMACK!
Her dad landed two loud hard blows across her butt cheeks. From my angle, I could see Riley’s reaction and she winced in pain with each strike. Her eyes welled up with real tears, but I could see the visible signs of lust there, too. It was a look I’d gotten used to seeing in the past few days.
“Oh daddy, that hurts!” Riley squeaked out but wiggled her butt harder, tempting him to strike again.
“You little tramp...” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Riley cried and moaned at the same time, tears ran down her face as she looked in my direction and smiled. I couldn’t believe she was enjoying this. I mean, I like being spanked, but she was being spanked by her own father who had lusted after her for years. With a wink in my direction, Riley straightened herself up.
“I’ll bet you can’t take me over your knee, old man.”
That turn surprised me and Curtis, who hadn’t expected a challenge of his authority at that moment. It was something I certainly wouldn’t have done but it seemed like Riley was looking for something specific. Maybe her own fantasy or maybe she was planning something else. At that moment, I could only sit there and watch as Curtis sat down on the couch and pulled his daughter across his knee. She faced away from me this time and I could see how red her ass was. I wondered if that’s how mine looked the previous night.
“You’re going to talk back to me, young lady?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
I watched as her ass jiggled and reacted with each strike. The force of his open palm on her smooth and soft posterior cracked like thunder in the silence of the basement. Riley’s legs spread apart with each blow, and I could see the moisture leaking from her pink lips. I knew she was very aroused, as was I. My fingers were shoved deep in my own wet pussy.
“I wish you’d spanked me when I was little,” Riley said as Curtis massaged her red ass but didn’t let her stand yet.
“I wasn’t allowed, God, I would have enjoyed it. You clearly do, Jane.” Curtis actually broke what he thought was roleplay as he touched and toyed with Riley’s ass. His fingers touched the wetness of her pussy. I watched him raise his hand once more...
“It’s Riley and...” SMACK! SMACK! She was interrupted mid-sentence as two blows landed directly on her overheated sex. The wetness of each strike was audibly different from the usual ones. All I could hear from Riley was a yelp, followed by a loud and long groan.
“Did you like that?” Curtis asked, his voice barely carried over to my hiding spot.