Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 7
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
It was finally the day I was going to leave, and I woke up very excited. I could feel my body tremble with anticipation as I got out of bed and headed to the washroom. I felt jittery, as if I’d drank five cups of coffee. I stripped naked and turned on the shower, the air filled with damp moisture as I quickly looked into the mirror. I didn’t have any blemishes on my face, and I couldn’t help but notice I was smiling the whole time.
I checked out the rest of my body in the mirror before it started to fog up. My small breasts looked good. Firm and supple, but you could see the tan-line of my bathing suit from camping. I wished my parents would let me go to a tanning place to even all that out. They said those places are bad for you and cause skin problems, but what do they know? I want to look my best when someone gets to see me without clothing. Is that so wrong? Of course, they don’t know that, nor could I tell them that.
I turned and looked at my ass, which also hadn’t seen any sun in my whole life. I turned around. My face focused on the reflection to see how my small behind looked from different angles. I thought it looked good, for the most part. I didn’t have a big butt like some girls have, but I wasn’t flat either. There was a nice little booty bulge, enough to stand out and get some attention.
The last thing I looked at before I entered the steaming shower was my pussy. I hadn’t shaved that area since I got home from camping, letting it grow out. I don’t really know why I did that, but it wasn’t like I wore anything the past few weeks to warrant a shave. My pubis was covered in small golden-brown hairs that went down to my pussy lips. It looked strange, having been used to being smoothly shaved most of my life. I knew I didn’t want to keep it like this, of course, since I wanted Curtis down there. I would have to clean this up, but did I want to make a change and do something different?
I put my razor on the edge of the shower and entered the hot water. The water helped me relax as it always did. As I washed my hair, the anticipation and nervousness dissipated down the drain with my shampoo, at least for a little while. I was excited to see Riley again, she was such a force of nature that I couldn’t help but get swept away around her. I was curious what kind of plans she had for me. She was such a free spirit and so certain of herself. As I lathered up my body with soap, I couldn’t help but remember the strange shower experience I had with her on the last day camping. Seeing her standing there naked and carefree, her body dripping with water as she washed my back. I trembled slightly now as my fingers brushed against my breasts.
I continued to spread soap over my body, down my stomach and towards my legs. I wondered if Riley would want to shower with me again, and if I would accept such an invitation. I had never thought about being with a girl until I met Riley, but now I was getting curious. Was I curious enough to try something? I don’t know, but the thought did excite me more than it should. I found myself lathering up my pussy more than I needed to, but I didn’t feel like stopping either.
As I slipped a finger inside myself, my mind switched to Riley’s dad, Curtis. I knew I wanted him again but also knew I shouldn’t. All I could imagine was him bending me over a desk or table and fucking me hard. I would give him anything he asked for. I would even pretend to be Riley again if he wanted. I couldn’t deny that I found it really hot the last time, as I felt the unrequited desire he had for his own daughter spilled into me, literally, in the end. This time I am protected, which is a good thing. I think I might miss the danger, though.
I pumped my finger inside myself faster. My breathing quickened, as the water cascaded over me. My mind played out a scenario of Curtis taking me in a bathroom in his house. I clutch a wall for stability as he thrusts into me from behind, my small tits jiggle with each thrust. I cry out, ‘fuck me, daddy!’ as he spanks my ass for cursing. He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, which just spurs me on more.
My index finger is joined by my middle finger as I play out the fantasy in my mind. I feel his whiskery face against the back of my neck as he growls, ‘You like me fucking you, don’t you princess?’. I can only cry out, ‘fuck me!’, which elicits another hard spanking. The mental imagery builds in my mind, pushing me closer to the edge. I imagine Riley knocking on the bathroom door, wondering what we’re doing in here. I feel Curtis swell inside me, his cock slams deep as he’s about to fill me with his seed. My own orgasm is right on the edge as Riley’s knocking gets progressively louder.
“JANE! What are you doing in there!? Hurry up!” A voice shatters my illusion, crashing me back to reality.
“Sorry mom, almost done.”
The moment is lost, and I am left alone naked in the shower. I removed my fingers from my pussy, disappointed I wasn’t able to finish. It feels like an itch you are unable to scratch, but I still have to shave so I know I can’t try to bring myself back to that inner moment. Reluctantly I let it go.
I pick up my bottle of shaving gel and my razor from the edge of the tub and start with my legs. I do a thorough job, wanting my legs to be extra smooth for Curtis. No guy wants to feel stubbled when they run their hands up a girl’s thigh. I glide my hand over each freshly shaved strip to make sure I haven’t missed anything. When I’m convinced it is perfect, I spread the gel over my pubic hair.
I carefully run the pink safety razor on each side of my outer labia, being as careful as possible not to nick or cut anything down there. The last thing I want is an unsightly slash near my gash. It is delicate work! I’m sitting on the edge of the tub, my legs wide open to give me the best access. I rub my fingers over both sides to feel the smoothness. When everything down there is up to my standard, I look at the main patch above.
I tidied up the sides, creating a neat and orderly triangle pointing down. It looked ok but seemed too much. I didn’t want it to look like a geometric shape; I wanted it to look sexy. I narrowed it down again on both sides, shrinking the triangle by 25%, but it still looked off to me. I decided to remove the end points near the top, but it looked more like a pentagon and seemed strange. What girl wants that above her sex?
Time was getting short, and I grew frustrated; my thoughts turned to just shaving everything bald again. Curtis liked it, so why was I trying to change that? I applied more gel and started shaving off the other sides of what remained. I shaved off everything on the right side and was about to do the left when, after my first pass on the left, I saw a strip of hair running to the top of my pussy. That was it, I thought to myself. I remembered Riley had a perfect little landing strip on her and knew what I wanted to do. I took the little time I had left and did my best to sculpt a nice straight thin line of hair, just like Riley had.
I turned off the water and wiped off the mirror to get a better look at myself. I had to admit, I looked pretty good. I passed my fingers through the sparse landing strip and felt the rough little hairs that ran straight down to join my slit between my legs. I admired my handy work for a few minutes more until another knock on the door forced me to vacate the room.
Mom and dad allowed me to drive to Riley’s place in the family car. I was pretty surprised, since I’ve never driven that far alone before. Not one to say no to extra freedom, I accepted but I couldn’t help but ask why. Their response was that it was safer for me to drive there than take a bus, since if something went wrong, I could leave immediately. I told them they were being paranoid, that they’d already met the Sommers family, and they didn’t seem like crazy people. Nonetheless, I was also required to check in twice a day to make sure I was safe. I know they meant well, and I loved them for it.
Excitedly, I loaded up the car with a couple of bags of clothes, makeup, and other accessories. After a quick hug and kiss from mom and dad, including a stern warning to drive safely, I was on the road. I had my phone connected to the display to give me directions and my music loud once I left the city. It took a good thirty minutes just to clear the city traffic, then the highway quieted down as I made my way north to the small-town where Riley lived.
The route was pretty simple, I just headed north on a winding highway through farmland and trees, lots and lots of trees. I kept myself entertained by singing and thinking about what lay ahead for me. As each mile ticked closer, my excitement and anxiety grew stronger. Part of me wanted to turn the car around and limp home like a scared animal. The other part of me giggled with glee at the thought of all the nasty stuff I could do with Curtis. I was also excited about whatever plans Riley had for me. She seemed very excited about me meeting her boyfriend, James, for some reason. Maybe she just really loved him and wanted me to meet him, or she wanted him to meet the girl that looked just like her. Whatever the reason, it would be something to do during the day.
At night though, I belonged to Curtis. He told me to sneak out of the guest bedroom and meet him in the basement. I guess he had turned it into an office or something, and the sound didn’t travel down there. He said as long as I don’t scream, no one would be able to hear us. I tried to get him to tell me what he had planned, but he refused. He said it was a secret, but I would have to do whatever he said, no questions or complaints. Part of that scared me, but more of it excited me to no end. When he told me that, I fingered myself into a very strong orgasm.
I couldn’t help but wonder if I was some kind of deviant from enjoying being told what to do. Curtis told me I was a ‘submissive’, whatever that means. What he told me was he was in charge, and I had to do whatever he told me, which sounded good enough to me. I just knew I enjoyed pleasing him. I liked him telling me I was a good girl. It turned me on so much.
In my reverie, I almost missed the turnoff to my destination, a town of only 40,000 people. I kept my eye on the display as I navigated this strange little town that looked like something from a 1950’s TV show. I headed down Main Street, where I passed the post office, city hall, and even an old-style diner. I couldn’t believe a place like this existed anymore. I made a turn towards what looked like a residential area and passed the usual fast-food, gas stations, and other relics of suburban life. Being from the city, it was so strange not to see gridlocked traffic, honking horns, and people everywhere on the sidewalks.
A couple of turns later, I pulled up in front of a large house, nearly as wide as the base of my building. It was two-stories tall, with a peaked black roof. White siding covered the outer walls, and a bright red door faced towards the road. The door was striking against the white exterior walls, although there was a lot of green from the flowerbeds that lined the side of the house. I rechecked the address on my phone with those thick black numbers on the side of the house and my anxiety peaked. This was the place.
I only took my backpack from the car, still somewhat uneasy now that I was here. I couldn’t tell if anyone was home, as I walked up the driveway towards the house. There weren’t any cars in the driveway, but they could be parked in the large garage attached to the house. The lawn looked recently mowed and the scent of freshly cut grass was still in the air. As I left the driveway, I stepped onto a concrete path that headed to the front porch and that red door.
Ascending the three steps felt like climbing a small mountain; A herculean effort to will myself to go further. My anxiety shot through the roof when my finger made contact with the doorbell, an audible chime could be heard from inside the house and then silence. I listened for footsteps or talking from inside the large house, but I couldn’t hear a thing other than my own heartbeat thumping in my ears. I waited another minute before I rang the doorbell again, now unsure if I had the right address. Yet again, there was no answer.
My heart raced as I started to panic, I pulled out my phone and rechecked the address and then the original message with the address. Did Riley mistype a number or something, I asked myself. I’d driven two hours, and I didn’t know where I was and had nowhere to stay. I tried to call Riley but there was no answer. My breathing increased and I nearly hyperventilated as I stood on some stranger’s porch.
I looked up to the heavens, the beautiful blue sky marked with soft white fluffy clouds and begged for help. Why did I agree to come here? What in my right mind compelled me to get into this situation, I chided myself. I cursed my hormones and my newfound need for sex. The old me would have been happy to stay in the city and just hang around with my friends. I was lost in my self-pity and dread, that I didn’t hear the soft sound of bare feet creeping up beside me until it was too late.
“JANE!!!!!” A voice yelled as I was grabbed from the side, my clothes mysteriously wet from the contact. I looked to see my own face looking back at me, although the hair was wet and slicked back. She wore a very small bikini. It was barely three triangles of blue and red fabric struggling to cover everything.
“Hi Riley!” I said happily, my anxiety gone with her presence.
“Sorry, I hope we didn’t freak you out. We were swimming in the pool and didn’t hear the door. Dad noticed my phone ring and saw your name, so I jumped out and ran around the side. Come on, I’ll bring you around.”
I followed Riley as she excitedly skipped over a stone path that ran around the house. I couldn’t help but watch her tits bounce as she moved, barely contained in their minimalistic prison. As we reached an unpainted wooden fence and gate, she reached over to unlatch it. It swung open and she led me into the yard with an inground pool, flower beds, and her parents sitting under an umbrellaed patio set.
“Welcome, Jane, I hope the drive was ok,” Riley’s mom said as I walked over to them. She wore a one-piece suit, but she still had a good body for her age.
“Yes, Mrs. Sommers, traffic was only heavy in the city,” I replied politely. My eyes darted to Curtis who stayed seated in his chair, through the glass table I thought I could see a bulge twitch in his wet swim shorts.
“I’m glad! But call me Carla, no need for formalities around here, ok?”
“Yes ma’am, I’ll try. My parents drilled that respect into my head, but I’ll do my best.”
“Sounds like you could teach Riley a thing or two,” Curtis joked, before adding, “I hope you brought your swimsuit, the water’s really nice.”
My face went blank as I slapped myself on the forehead. Despite my mom joking that I’d packed everything and the kitchen sink for only a few nights, I hadn’t packed my swimsuit. I sighed loudly, my head hung low as I replied, “No, I’m pretty sure I forgot it.”
“Skinny-dipping then?” Curtis said before he was playfully slapped by his wife.
“You can borrow one of mine,” Riley offered. “We’re clearly the same size.”
“Riley, dry off and show Jane to the guest room to change,” Curtis said. “Did you bring more than that backpack?”
“Yeah, I’ve got more in the car.”
“Ok, I can help you with that and we can toss that in the guest room as well. Riley, could you swing by the front door and unlock it, please?” said Curtis as he stood up from his chair. His semi-hard bulge was still somewhat visible as he shifted his shorts.
Riley nodded and dried herself off with a towel, while Curtis and I traveled back around to the front yard. As we reached the road, I unlocked the car and bent over to pull out the bags. I felt a hand spank my ass underneath my skirt before it rubbed across my panties. We faced away from the house so no one inside could see, but it was still a shock.
“Did you miss me, princess?” he whispered softly.
“Yes, I did.”
“I missed you and your sweet little pussy, too. Are you going to do anything I ask without question?” his voice was still low as I pretended to fix something in the backseat.
“Anything you want, I’m yours.”
“Good princess,” he said as his finger slipped just underneath the side of my panties and touched my ever-dripping pussy lips before he pulled them away. He raised the same hand and waved towards the house. I looked up to see Riley in the open doorway.
Curtis easily picked up my bags and carried all of them for me. I followed closely behind and was led up the stairs where Riley waited by an open door. She held a towel and what looked like the swimsuit she wore on the camping trip.
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