Jane Finds Herself
Copyright© 2025 by ghostwritten
Chapter 9
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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 lay there, completely stunned, as Riley sat up in bed. She was still naked with her arms crossed over her small, perky breasts. I don’t know why I noticed them at that moment. Maybe I just wanted a distraction from what I assumed was about to happen. I didn’t know what to say. What could I say to make things better? I was foolish to think I’d be able to sneak in and out each night undetected. As I faced down my new friend, my confidant, and maybe more, I feared the repercussions of what I’d been doing.
My eyes stung and burned, my nose started to run, and I just wanted to run away into the night. I wanted to jump in the car and drive home, never darkening this family with my presence ever again. That is if I hadn’t destroyed it already. All the guilt and shame I’d felt multiplied by a factor of one hundred, and just a short time ago, I was in ecstasy. Now I’m in misery.
“Riley I ... I didn’t...”
“Don’t lie and deny it, I know what you did. I felt you leave, and I followed you downstairs. I could hear the two of you through the basement door. Is that why you wanted to visit me, so you could fuck my dad again? Were you ever really my friend?” She spat out, her eyes wide with anger but the tone of her voice didn’t raise. It was just loud enough for me to hear the venom in her words, the hurt and anger, but not enough to wake the household.
“It ... It just sort of happened when we were camping. I met him the first night in the washrooms, before I met you. Things just spiraled and ... and I liked...”
She cut me off “ ... you liked being his little sex toy. So, I take it he was the older man you were talking about. You’d better be honest here.”
Tears ran down my face and dripped onto my chest as I sobbed relentlessly. I couldn’t speak, so I just nodded affirmatively to her question. I waited for her to tell me to get the fuck out of her house, but she didn’t. She just continued to stare me down with indignation.
“Why did you lie to me, Jane? I thought we agreed we’d have no secrets from each other.”
“I thought you’d hate me and be angry with me, like you are now. I liked having you as a friend, you’re so energetic and fun. You’re like the version of me I wish I could be. I didn’t want to lose that, but I couldn’t help myself when your dad messaged me.” I had to wipe the tears from my eyes when my vision became blurry.
“Jane, you’re an idiot. You’re already the best version of you that you could be. I’m not mad that you’ve been fucking my dad, stupid. I’m mad because you’ve been lying to me about it, when we’re supposed to be honest with each other. That’s what friendship is supposed to be about, dummy.”
“Wait ... what?” My mind swirled as I tried to comprehend everything Riley had just said. She didn’t care that I’ve been screwing her dad. None of that made any sense. My tired and emotionally exhausted brain couldn’t handle all this.
“What don’t you get? I’m upset because you’ve been lying to me.” She then lightly punched me in the arm.
“Ouch! But I thought ... how? Huh?” A word salad of gibberish flowed from my mouth. Nothing seemed to make sense on this planet anymore ... not that it ever really did.
“Look, I’m tired and we’re still meeting James tomorrow, right? So, let’s argue about this in the morning, but you aren’t getting any cuddles,” Riley said as she scooched back into bed.
“I guess that makes sense. I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep much though.”
“Well, I want to tell you to get fucked ... but you already did that. Goodnight, Jane.”
“Riley, please know that I am sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I said as my tears finally slowed down.
“We’ll talk about it in the morning, but thank you.”
Riley flicked off the light and rolled away from me. I wanted to reach out and comfort her, put my arms around her like we’d done the previous night, but she clearly didn’t want that. I pulled the sheets up to my chin and just stared into the barely lit room. I felt alone despite being in bed with another person. It was worse than when I was in my own bed alone. Somehow, I managed to sleep. It might have been the emotional or physical drain from the entire evening, but it hit hard and soon I was out.
I woke up to an empty bed and the sound of the shower in the bathroom. I still felt terrible about what I’d done and really wished there was a way to make it up to Riley. I wanted to show her our friendship meant a lot to me, and I would do anything to repair the damage. But at that moment, the sound of the water just made me need to pee really badly.
It took a few minutes. I needed to cross my legs before I decided to just go to use the toilet. It shouldn’t be that bad, I told myself, as I entered the steamy room. I sat on the toilet and did my business, acutely aware of Riley’s presence just a few feet away. I could see the outline of her body’s shadow through the curtain as I sat there. I hoped she wasn’t still mad at me. I finished and wiped myself then flushed the toilet. I saw Riley’s shadow stop for a moment, before she continued doing whatever it was she was doing. My next thought was that I should join her.
Riley had always joined me in the shower, whether invited or not, and I thought it might be a nice gesture. It figured it would be me putting myself out there, taking the initiative in something that she knew made me uncomfortable. On the other hand, if she was still mad, it might make things worse. Maybe she’d get angry and toss me out, or worse, tell her mom what Curtis and I have been doing. If my parents found out, no one would ever find either of our bodies. I decided to take the leap and pulled back the curtain and stepped into the tub.
“I was wondering if you were going to just wait there all day or if you needed an invitation,” Riley said as she turned to face me.
“I didn’t know if you wanted me to or not. Are you still mad?”
“Yeah, kind of. I thought we were friends, you know?”
“I know, I assumed you’d be mad about it,” I argued, as Riley moved behind me and started to soap up my back.
“What? Why would I be mad about you screwing my dad, it makes perfect sense.” Riley sounded confident as she spoke, her hands massaged my still sore ass from the spanking I received the night before. She was soft and tender, as she let a finger slide along the crack. It made me shudder, but I was confused about what she was talking about.
“What do you mean, Riley?”
“My dad’s a pervert, like all guys. Just because they have a kid doesn’t make that go away. I always knew from the time I developed that my dad was checking me out. I knew he wanted to fuck me, like all dads want to fuck their own daughters.”
“Not MINE!” I interjected vehemently.
“Really, Jane? Don’t be so naïve. I saw how he looked at me after swimming, how he looked at you while your back was turned. I’ll bet you’ve noticed him take a glance at you in a not-so-fatherly way before, too. They can’t help it, for we are the forbidden fruit of their loins. I think they are drawn to the thought of being their sweet little girl’s first lover. Of claiming our innocence as their own for eternity, and you were just close enough to fit the bill.”
My mind raced to different instances when I turned to see my dad look away quickly. Times when I’ve walked around in my panties or a low-cut shirt and he just stopped and looked. I also remember catching him checking out Riley at the campsite a few times. I couldn’t believe she might be right. Was my dad just like Curtis?
Riley turned me around in the shower, so we faced each other. She applied more soap and washed my breasts, although it felt more like she was feeling them than washing them. I reached my own hands out to pick up the bottle of soap, poured some out and returned the attention to her breasts. Riley enjoyed the contact of my hands before continuing her monologue.
“To dad, seeing you there must have been like catching lightning in a bottle. He gets to fulfill his sexual desires with someone who looks like his daughter, without crossing that moral line. I’m not supposed to know that he’s imagining himself fucking me and doing whatever he wants. And the whole thing is so crazy, I can’t be mad at him, or you, about it.”
Riley’s fingers moved down my stomach and between my legs, I spread them apart as far as I could to give her access. Feeling the need to reciprocate, my own hand followed suit on her body as I touched her wet pussy. I inhaled sharply, as her fingers entered the tight canal her father had been in less than ten hours earlier. She stepped closer, her mouth against mine.
“Did you like being me?” Riley asked, between light kisses, “Did you like calling him daddy? Feeling his cock throb inside you before he filled you with his seed. Did you like being daddy’s little slut?”
Her fingers teased me as we worked each other up into a frenzy. My own hand was buried inside her as she groaned and twitched with each movement. We both quickly approached our own climaxes, as we cried out and nearly collapsed into the tub basin.
“I’m sorry I lied to you, Riley. I won’t ever do it again, and I promise to make it up to you,” I begged, as I pulled my hand from between her legs.
“Well, that was a good start, but we’ll have to see.”
“I’ll do anything, I swear.”
“I think I’ve heard that before,” Riley kissed me once more before helping me back up, “We’ll see if you mean it.”
As we loaded up the car to head over to this quarry to meet Riley’s boyfriend, things were still a little less chatty between Riley and me. Despite Riley’s strange acceptance of my physical relationship with her father, I still didn’t know what to make of it, or her, to be honest. I couldn’t even imagine finding out my dad cheated on my mom with someone my age, let alone someone who looked like me. Then add on the sexual roleplay of the girl pretending to be me, his daughter, and hearing all of it in gory detail as it was happening.
That alone would likely send me over to the looney bin. Then add in the quasi-lesbian sexual exploration of a relationship Riley and I seemed to be delving into more and more each night, it’s insane. It was like I’d fallen into some circle in hell, and I couldn’t escape it. Worse still was the morbid fascination of where this could all go until it blew up in my face. My poor self-esteem and sexual depravity loved feeling the energy from both of my partners. It was like I had been taken behind the curtain of a world where I didn’t belong, but was desperately attempting to remain.
After the shower with Riley, I should have just jumped in the car and fled. Instead, I helped her lift a cooler of drinks and snacks into the trunk, before we headed off to meet James. Riley drove my parents car again. I didn’t feel like I could say no now, although it did help that she knew where she was going.
I sat in the passenger’s seat quietly looking out the window, my fingers nervously fiddled with the knot in the bathing suit I wore under my clothes. The radio played which filled the void our silence created. I longed for yesterday when the car was filled with our laughs and chatter. The streets and houses flew by as we made our way outside of the town and turned onto a dirt road. I couldn’t help but wonder, in the dark recesses of my mind, if Riley was taking me out to the woods to kill me.
“Almost there,” Riley finally said, which broke the lingering silence between us. My overactive imagination envisioned us pulling up to the side of the road and then, after a brief walk in the woods, we’d come across a shallow grave, my grave. One bonk on the head and I’d be in the pit, done. Riley, and maybe James, would bury me with dirt and then ditch the car somewhere secluded. They’d say I left at some point and never returned, my life but a memory as I became one with the earth.
The trees grew thicker on each side of the car as the dirt road narrowed. My anxiety grew exponentially, the occasional sound of a stone as it pinged against the wheel well would cause me to jump. My eyes darted from side to side, as I searched for places someone might jump out at us. I didn’t want to do this anymore. I wanted to go home! It was then we found a car parked on the side of the road, parked partially on the grass. Riley slowed down and pulled in behind it.
“End of the line. Let’s go,” Riley said ominously, her usually exuberant and happy smile had been replaced by a cold emotionless expression. She put the car keys in her backpack and walked around to the trunk. I put on my own backpack and we each took a handle of the cooler and lifted it from the trunk.
“Where are we going and who’s car is that?” I asked, my voice broke slightly from fright.
“Into the woods. James got here before us, he’s getting things ... ready.” Each of Riley’s words dripped with menace, my blood curdled as Riley started to lead me towards the dark green trees and away from the relative safety of the road and the car.
“Do we have to go in there?”
“Yes Jane, or did you not mean it when you said you’d do anything I asked...”
I resigned myself to my fate, “I will. I’m sorry.” This was how my story would end, as we wandered deeper and deeper into the woods. The light from the sky was obscured by a thick tree canopy that only occasionally broke to allow the sun to dapple the ground in small pockets. We must have walked for ten minutes before we reached a broken chain-link fence.
Even with the Sun blocked by trees, the heat of the day had descended upon us. Sticky and oppressive, it zapped my energy as we ducked under an open section in the barrier. We continued and marched to what would likely be my final walk. Dead girl walking, I thought to myself, as the sweat poured off my body. I just waited to stumble across my final resting place. The trees started to thin and a clearing emerged. We approached a large boulder underneath a large tree that seemed to sit at the edge of a cliff.
“We’re here,” Riley said with no emotion. I gulped. My life was now at an end. I put down my backpack under the tree as a reminder that I was here.
“GRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!!!!” A voice screamed loudly. A hooded shape lunged at me from the top of the boulder, and I screamed louder than I ever have before. If I was to die, I would let the world know with a thunderous cry. Arms grabbed me and carried me towards the edge of the abyss. I kicked and screamed but couldn’t fight off my attacker. I felt myself weightless as I fell, it felt like an eternity, and I waited for the crunch of my bones on hard rock.
SPLASH! The shock of hitting the cold water on my overheated skin made me freeze as I sunk deep into the water. The lack of air in my lungs from screaming brought me back to reality, and I swam up to the surface. I coughed and sputtered, desperate for breath. As my senses returned from my initial loss of sanity, I could hear nothing but my own splashing and the sound of wild, uncontrolled laughter.
I looked around and found a natural rock ladder and swam towards it. I climbed out. My clothes and shoes were soaked. All I could do was flop onto the stone ground like a beached dolphin. My throat hurt from screaming and I continued to cough. I looked over towards my attackers to find Riley and James rolling with laughter. They seemed pretty pleased with themselves as I realized I had been played. Angrily, I got up and stormed towards them.
“WHAT THE FUCK! WHY?” I yelled, which only seemed to spur their laughter more. Water dripped from my clothes and formed a puddle around my feet as I flailed my arms, which sent droplets of water in all directions
Riley eventually managed to control herself long enough to speak. “You looked so scared all morning, like I was going to kill you, so I texted James to jump out and toss you in the water. For someone with so much anxiety, you really need to lay off the true crime podcasts.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry Jane,” James said, as he took off his shirt, “Riley said you’d think it was funny, so I went along with it. I hope it didn’t scare you too much.”
I was scorching mad! I kicked off my waterlogged shoes before I peeled off my wet clothes. I placed them in the sun to dry before I stormed off and sat under the large tree. I couldn’t help but feel like I’d been made the butt of a very mean joke. If I hadn’t been so angry, I would have started to cry.
“Jane, come on...” Riley said, as she approached me under the tree. She’d stripped down to her tiny bathing suit while I stewed in my self-pity. “It was just a joke. Your clothes will dry well before we head home.” She sat down beside me. I turned my head only slightly and saw that James was still a distance away in the sun.
“I know you hate me, but you don’t have to torment me,” I whined.
“I don’t hate you, Jane, I told you that. I just saw how serious you were before we left and thought it might break the ice. I saw you’d twisted yourself into an anxiety ball, lost in your own head, so I played along with your self-induced pity party. Did you really think I’d try to kill you? You looked white as a sheet in the woods.”
“Maybe ... I ... I thought ... I don’t know what I thought.”
“We’re good Jane, relax. I think I need to tattoo that on your body somewhere, so you remember it. If I wanted to punish you, I’d tell you in advance, ok?” She smiled her usual brilliant friendly smile, and it disarmed me once again.
Riley stood up and offered me her hands to lift me to my feet. She held my hand as we walked back over to James who sat in the sun in nothing but a pair of red swim trunks. His body was lean and muscular. He had a faint six-pack stomach and a toned chest. It wasn’t surprising that Riley was into him, he was gorgeous.
“I’m sorry again, Jane. I hope you aren’t still mad,” said James as he stood up and hugged me. He must have also gotten that from Riley, or maybe it was the other way around.
“It’s ok, Riley was right. I think I was lost in my own head again. I tend to do that when I’m nervous. I hope I didn’t ruin the day.”
“Nonsense, we have a beautiful day, plenty of snacks, and I get to spend the day with two gorgeous girls. What could be better?” James replied. As he looked towards the water, “Wanna go swimming? I’ll let you jump in yourself this time.”
“Sure, I’m already wet,” I answered, as we all took a running leap off the edge of the rocky ledge and splashed into the cool, refreshing water.
“How do you two know about this place?” I asked as I floated around in the water.
“It’s kind of a swim-team secret. This is where we have our parties every year and no one talks about it, otherwise it might get too known,” Riley said as she sat up on some rocks along the wall. If she had a tail, she’d have looked like a beautiful blonde mermaid.
“Yeah, we swear the freshmen to secrecy each year and make sure to clean up after ourselves, so no one complains,” James added as he swam laps around me. As he moved, I could see his muscles ripple as he plunged his strong arms into the water with each stroke. I had to admit, I was getting a little turned on. I looked over at Riley who seemed to watch my reactions, like a cat watching a bird. I knew something was churning in that head of hers and it wasn’t long before I found out what.
“Jane! Quick girl talk!” she said, as she signaled me over. As I swam over, she climbed up the edge and out of the pond. I followed, as I watched her ass wiggle above me in that tiny little swimsuit.
“What’s up? Is something wrong?” I asked, as she walked me over to the tree.
“Nothing, I just had a fun idea. Strip!”
“WHAT?!” I yelped a little louder than I’d intended.
“Keep it down. I thought of a game we could play. Remember yesterday with that cop? I figured we could swap swimsuits to see if James can tell us apart. It’ll be fun!” Riley was excited as she bounced around on the balls of her feet.
“I don’t know. He knows you pretty well.”
“Then you’ll have to try to become me. Think of it like an acting lesson. No matter what, you can’t break character, ok?”
I was apprehensive, as all I could think about was all the different ways this could go horribly wrong. Riley’s Cheshire cat grin seemed to egg me on. Her positivity radiated confidence in her wild scheme. A little part of me wondered if I could pull off by becoming Riley for just a little while. This could be like a test for me to see how I could do with that. I finally agreed, and I reached behind me to untie my bikini top. Riley quickly followed suit and soon, we’d become each other, at least in clothing.
“How do you wear this thing, it’s so small,” I complained as my left breast kept attempting to escape confinement.
“Smaller movements and truthfully, I don’t mind when it pops out every once in a while,” she said with a wink. Riley looked just as good as I remembered in her new outfit. It was the same one she’d worn when we’d first met, but I couldn’t help but think she looked like a nun compared to me. We ran and jumped back into the water.
My initial approach to being Riley was to simply swim around and to say as little as possible. James would joke and laugh, telling stories which Riley would know but I didn’t, so I just agreed with whatever he was saying. On more than one occasion, a hand grasped my ass, but in truth, I couldn’t tell if it was James or Riley as they both swam around me, circling like sharks.
“Hey Riley, I’m going to go sit in the sun for a bit, ok?” the real Riley said as she climbed out of the water and disappeared over the edge. This left me, the fake Riley, swimming around with James. My nerves returned as I wasn’t sure what he’d do if I was Riley.
“She seems nice but needs to get out of her shell,” James said softly as he swam up to me.
I tried to think of the most ‘Riley’ thing to say, so my reply was, “She’s sweet and shy, do you wish I was more like her?”
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