Call of the Wild
Copyright© 2025 by EVHayes720
Chapter 21
Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 21 - Following a traumatic accident, Kal returns home with a gap in his memories. Strange dreams plague him as uncontrollable urges begin to rise.
Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Mystery Paranormal Were animal Sister Cream Pie Oral Sex
Sitting before her mirror, bottles of perfumes, nail polish, and all the other trappings of a typical young woman laid before her, Kaylie couldn’t summon the interest use any of them. The perfumes were too flowery, covering her natural scent. The polish was too astringent, the acrid smell perceptible whenever she moved. Even the powders and makeup left her feeling like she’d rolled around in chalk.
And why even use them? Her lips were plump and red, her cheeks naturally flushed, and her nose barely sprinkled with tiny freckles. What could the makeup do but add a layer between her and the world out there?
Running her fingers through her flowing hair, no snags to be found, she curled a lock of the rich brown mane and brought it to her nose. Without the shampoo, that natural scent shone through, undercut with just the hint of his smell.
A smile spread on her lips as she thought of him. Every night wrapped in his arms, safe in his strong embrace, knowing that he’d always be there. That tightness within her relaxing as she slumbered with him, the heat in her heart suffusing her body.
Kaylie’s cheeks heated up just thinking about him.
That growing smile in the mirror began to fade as Kal’s girlfriend came to mind.
Natalie was a sweet girl, and as understanding as she might be, she’d undoubtedly object to their nightly snuggles if they continued like this. It had been fine when he’d come back, anyone would understand that. But now, months later, it might strike others as odd that his sibling still clung to him so.
And what if Natalie started spending the night? It wasn’t like Kaylie could sneak in for a quick cuddle. And what if Kaylie accidentally walked in while they were ... going at it? That could be a new kind of awkward. Far be it from her to interfere with his sex life.
A flash of jealousy reared its ugly head, though Kaylie squished it down just as quickly.
What an absurd thought. Why would she be jealous? He’d always be her family. No one could take that from them.
Her reflection glowered, teeth slightly bared as a low growl filled the room.
No, He was hers. Her mate. Only hers.
Snapping out of her sudden daze, Kaylie’s reflection blinked at her in confusion, as if she too had no memory of what she’d been thinking.
Shaking it off, Kaylie got up from her seat, heading for the closet. Classes would start soon, and she could hardly wander in wearing only her pajamas, as comfy as they were.
And where had her slip nightie gone off to? She could have sworn she’d been wearing it last night, but now she was in her Cami and pajama bottoms.
Maybe she should drink some tea before sleeping tonight. Her overactive imagination was feeding too much on her daily stresses, making her imagine the weirdest things.
Kaylie’s closet was an eclectic mix of fashions, ranging from Hana’s more elegant, 50’s inspired wardrobe of flowing gowns, to her own more casual jeans and shirt approach. A few of Melissa’s skirts had ended up here as well, though due to their height difference, they did come off as scandalously short on her. Well, they were still wearable with some shorts underneath, which she had done on a few occasions.
Eyeing her usual jeans and T combo, Kaylie’s mind wandered back to the short skirts.
Perhaps feeling a bit more daring today, Kaylie opted for something a little cuter than normal.
“Oh my!” Hana halted mid-step, looking Kaylie up and down, eyes wide in surprise. “Um, special day today?”
“Nope, just felt kinda cute today,” Kaylie responded, hopping the last step of the stairs, setting her braless chest jiggling. “What do you think?” she asked, giving a little twirl.
“I may need to get a broom ready to chase off the boys,” Hana said, lips pursed in what could only be disapproval. “It’s, um, daring to wear those stockings with that skirt.”
Sheer black stockings rode high on her thighs, the tops not even touching the bottom of her pleated white skirt. Kaylie swished the fabric by swaying her hips playfully.
“Aw, come on, its cute. Don’t be such a stick in the mud, mom.”
“Don’t call me that,” Hana grumbled, eyes squinting at the obvious provocation. “And at least put on a cardigan or something, I can see your nipples.”
“See? Total mom vibes,” Kaylie said with a grin.
“Oh, you think so? What if I came down in that? You’d tell me to turn right back around and put on something more appropriate.”
“Well, obviously. No one wants to see their mom dressed all sexy.”
Kaylie laughed, running down the hall as Hana chased after her, towel wielded like a whip.
Kaylie’s butt still smarted from the vicious crack of the towel that had lashed it when Hana had caught up to her. Somehow snaking the blow under the skirt, she was sure there was a red mark across her white cheek. Hana had simply harumphed, tucking the towel into her apron string like a weapon ready to be drawn again at Kaylie’s teasing.
Still, it had been worth it. Something about this outfit just felt right today. The way the fabric of the skirt just glided along her butt and tickled her thighs, and how the tight shirt pressed against her, just seemed right.
Leaning on the kitchen island, hips swaying as she munched on a fresh cinnamon roll, which Hana had begrudgingly handed over before heading to the office, Kaylie hummed to herself.
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