Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 6
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6 - 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
The first few days after I got home from camping, I didn’t know what to do with myself. I felt restless, conflicted, and confused, like everything that had happened at the campground had been a dream. Yet, when I looked at my phone and saw the contact information for Riley and her dad, Curtis, I knew it was all real. I needed to wait a few days to message either of them until I got my head straight about what had happened.
It was like a different version of me had gone camping and merged those memories with mine. It happened the first night back in my own bed, comfortable and cool in the temperature-controlled luxury of my home. As I lay there, still exhausted from so many late nights letting myself be Curtis’ plaything, the weight of reality came crashing down on my head. I cried; I couldn’t help it. That confidence I’d felt a few hours before on the ride home vanished. I don’t even know if I was upset at what I’d done or if I was upset that it was over. The tears just flowed from my eyes; I couldn’t stop them and fell onto my sleeping T-shirt and sheets.
I must have cried for an hour, silently sobbing in the dark of my room. A dim light from a nearby streetlamp shone around my curtains. Faintly, I could see pictures of me as a little girl, smiling and happy as I grew up. I was never a ‘stay a virgin till my wedding day’ type of person, but I couldn’t help but feel the loss of my innocence at that moment. I had left home a girl and returned a woman. I’d given it up to a married man I’d just met. He was around my dad’s age and let him use me for his own sexual gratification. The worst part was that I enjoyed it, loved it even. I started to worry about what kind of girl I was becoming.
That was the most challenging part to grasp. I enjoyed being used by an older man. A father, no less, to a girl who looked just like me. I let him play out his perverted incestuous fantasy of sleeping with his own daughter by giving myself to him. Worse still, I played along and pretended to be her until he filled me with his masculine seed. I remembered that I begged him to breed me, which made me cry more. We were unprotected each time he took me, and I very well could be carrying his child. Although I was pretty sure I was in a safe zone with my cycle, it could happen anyway. I knew I needed to get on birth control as soon as possible, as I no longer trusted myself. I might relapse again and let another man between my legs. Or a woman?
I thought about Riley, my near-perfect doppelganger, and the strange times we’d shared together. I liked her. Of that, I was certain, but there was something else, too. Respect and admiration, for sure. She was someone confident and self-assured, someone I wished I could be myself. She was nearly a mirror-version of me. She was everything I wished I could be, and maybe more. She seemed so knowledgeable and mature, with so much more experience to share. Without her guidance, I don’t know if I would have done what I did with her father, which was a strange thing to think about.
And yet, there was more. I thought about seeing her naked, both in the tent and in the shower, and her unashamed beauty. Is it strange to think someone who looks exactly like you is attractive? Do identical twins have that happen? I’d ask someone, but that would lead to a lot of very strange questions from them. I just know I felt something ... strange when we stood in the shower naked together. It was so confusing. I’d never thought about being with another girl before, but was it gay to want to touch your duplicate? Wouldn’t that just be like masturbation? That thought at least brought a smile to my face and helped lighten the tears as I pondered the absurdity of that thought.
The levity helped to relax me and stopped me from spiraling further downward into depression. It wasn’t until after 3:00 am, that I finally drifted to sleep. I later wondered if my brain had programmed itself to go to sleep that late due to my late-night meetings with Curtis. I just knew, as I drifted off, that it felt like I was missing something.
It was like that for several days, unable to fall asleep until late at night. I’d just lie there in bed in my sleeping shirt and panties. I cried the first night only, but I felt a sadness within me that I didn’t know how to heal. Everything felt hollow, like the world had been drained of color and life; left with a greyish-beige prison in my own mind.
During the daytime, I put on a happy face in front of my parents, but I didn’t feel like leaving the house to visit my friends. I hadn’t seen them since I left, and scarcely talked to them on the phone, despite them reaching out several times. I’d just reply that I was busy, not feeling well, or something else to get out of the conversation.
I could never tell them what I’d done, especially not about Curtis. How could they understand my attraction to an older man who was close to the same age as my dad? I kept telling myself that it was sick and perverse, that I was wrong to do it. I must have fried my brain from the sun and heat to think it was appropriate. But I was lying to myself. It took a few nights of poor sleep, but I couldn’t deny my desires.
It started as my now usual routine, in bed in a dark room, desperately trying to fall asleep at a reasonable time. My mind played the events of the trip over and over again, like I was trying and failing to get different results. As I lay there in my white T-shirt and panties, I thought about my time in the shower stall with Curtis. It was the same stall I shared with his daughter Riley earlier in the day.
It was like I pulled myself away from my body and watched him take me in that tight space. His long hard cock buried inside me as he thrusted his hips hard to push it as deep as he could. I watched as my breasts jiggled, my body twitched, and my mouth groaned from the highly charged, electrifying experience.
A moan escaped my lips, faint but noticeable, remembering the feelings that coursed through my body. The extreme wetness I felt drip from me, and the hardness of my nipples as he toyed with them. I could almost smell the moldy scent of that bathroom in my nostrils, and hear the dripping of the loose taps in one of the other stalls. My senses and body were alive in that moment, free and unwavering in their quest for hedonistic pleasure.
My eyes opened in the dark. Back to reality, I found my hands had been active the whole time. One was under my shirt, playing with my breasts. My nipples erect and hard, almost enough to cut glass as I rolled it between my fingers. I thought of Curtis sucking on them, teasing them with his tongue.
My other hand had entered my panties and rubbed my wet pussy along my slit before they had sunk deep inside. Two fingers thrust up inside me, acting as his cock. I let my memory play out, feeling him taking me like I was his own daughter. I heard him call out Riley’s name as I added a third finger inside me; it felt like I was at my limit. I neared my own orgasm, wishing he was there to cum inside me once again. Safe or not safe, that was what I wanted at that moment. I could hear my fingers sloshing around between my legs. My hand was wet against the fabric of my panties and my ass felt wet against the sheets. I neared the precipice with my thumb strumming against my clitoris.
I groaned as I crested over the edge, I cried out “OH daddy!” as my body shuddered under my sheets.
My body was covered in sweat, clothes soaked, as I lay there breathing heavily on the bed. My fingers were still lodged between my legs, inside my panties. I let my thumb retract, tracing a small delicate line along my vagina until it reached the others, three of which were still inside me. I shivered, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. When I finally retracted my fingers from my panties, I couldn’t help but bring that hand to my nose.
In the dim light, I could just see the shiny wet fluids on my fingers. I breathed in the strong, musky scent of my sex, remembering how gross it was when Curtis made me taste it the first time. I could hear his voice in my mind telling me to clean up my mess. It was firm and authoritative, and I knew I had to obey, even if it was in my mind. I opened wide and slid each finger into my mouth, cleaning each one.
In my depravity, I couldn’t help but wonder if Riley tasted the same as me. If her pussy smelled like mine, felt like mine, and if she wondered the same thing about me. I put a finger back between my legs and collected more of my lubricant and brought it to my lips. I imagined it was Riley’s pussy I was tasting as I ran my finger across my lips before sucking it into my mouth. A little sweet but strongly feminine. I wondered if she ever thought the same about me.
As my fantasy ended, my eyes grew heavy, and I finally felt tired. I looked at the clock and it was just after 1:00am; maybe I could get a better night’s sleep. My one issue was, my clothes and sheets on my queen-sized bed were soaked. I stripped off the wet clothing and tossed them on the floor, joining the others in my messy room. I didn’t feel like finding something clean, wanting to quickly sleep while I finally felt tired, so I stayed naked. I moved to the dry side of the bed and curled up. It felt strange to be fully naked in bed. It already felt unusual to sleep on the other side of the bed; it was my bed but ... not. Then to feel my soft sheets against my exposed skin as I drifted off was something new to me. I dozed off into the best sleep I’d had in months.
I woke up the next morning rested, refreshed, and even more confused than before. I wish I had someone to talk to about all this, someone who’d understand and not judge me too harshly. I knew my friends too well. They’d lose their minds if they found out I’d slept with an older married man. There would be no way they’d keep that quiet, and I’d be humiliated.
It was then that I realized there was only one person I could talk to about all this. I picked up my phone and scrolled through my contacts until I found Riley’s name. I hesitated briefly, as I tried to figure out what to type. I just stared at my phone, a blank text box open on my screen. Words escaped me and I didn’t know how to start the conversation. I felt like an alien attempting to communicate with a human for the first time ever. My social anxiety was turned up way past eleven. Finally, after thirty minutes, the need to use the washroom forced my hand. I quickly typed, “Hey Riley, it’s Jane. How’s it going?” I hit send as soon as the last word was finished to prevent me from second-guessing myself any further.
I just looked at my phone ... waiting, but there wasn’t an immediate reply. I didn’t know what that meant, but I had to get up. I climbed out of bed, my still naked body cooled by the central air. My bed was a mess, the sheets tangled and half on the floor. The spot where I had enjoyed myself the night before still had a small dark outline. I covered it up by picking the sheets off the floor and tossing them back on the bed. I found a clean pair of panties in a drawer and a new shirt and put them on. I thought about putting on some shorts, but I didn’t want to wait any longer and headed off to the bathroom with my phone still in my hand.
I passed my dad in the hall as I flew past him as I beelined it to my destination. He warmly greeted me, “Good morning, Jane,” and I simply replied “Hi daddy.” For a brief second, as I shut the bathroom door behind me, I could have sworn I saw my dad’s eyes on my body. I don’t remember ever having him look at me that way before we went camping, and it was uncomfortable. I did my best to justify it by thinking he probably wishes I was Riley. I saw the way he looked at her with the same eyes Curtis had for me those first few nights together.
I pondered those thoughts as I relieved myself and checked my phone to see if Riley responded. There was nothing. I turned on the water to the shower and stripped again as the water heated up. I stepped in and the steamy hot water felt amazing on my body. I washed my hair, which let some of the tension in my body go. I lathered myself up with soap to get myself clean, maybe hoping to wash away the impure thoughts that ran through my head. It was like a buzzing mosquito that I just couldn’t kill, hovering around me constantly, just out of reach. Then the buzzing became real, as my phone went off. I reached around the shower curtain and checked; it was a message from Riley.
R - Hey! I was starting to think you forgot about me, how are you?
J – I’m good, just in the shower.
R – Crazy, me too. We could be showering together again lol.
J – Yeah, we could.
R – Let’s pretend we are.
It was right after that message that I received another message with an image attached. I checked and my jaw hit the bathtub drain; it was Riley naked in the shower. Her whole body was visible from her face, her breasts, and even the small strip of hair above her pussy slit. I couldn’t believe she just sent something like that to me, unprompted, seemingly without a care in the world. I wasn’t sure how to reply.
J – You look good.
R – Thanks. Now you send one.
I was terrified she was going to ask that, yet I had expected it. My anxiety peaked again, and my hands shook. I fumbled with my phone, nearly dropping it into the tub as I tried to activate the camera. My screen lit up with an image of me naked after I blindly took a picture without checking. I tried to line one up, but I couldn’t keep my hand still, it trembled so much.
The photo was sent instantly by accident, forgetting I turned the camera on in the texting app. I thought when I hit ok, it was to confirm something else. I only really looked at the picture of my naked body when it was sent to Riley and you could see everything. I hadn’t shaved my pubic area since we returned from camping, so there was a small amount of growth down there too, which was extra embarrassing. I wanted to fill the tub with water and throw in a hairdryer to finish me off.
R - Jane, you look great. Wish you were here right now, my back needs scrubbing.
J – You aren’t going to show that pic to anyone, are you?
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