Seducing Charlotte
Copyright© 2026 by H. Malcom Walker
Chapter 4: Shopping with Lila
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4: Shopping with Lila - In this intense sequel to A Submissive Sibling, Nashville attorney Charlotte Thompson’s orderly world shattered when her children, Mark and Carrie, fled to an Oklahoma cattle ranch. She journeys there intending to bring them back to civilization, but it’s a trap. On the grassy prairie under the vast sky, she’ll confront forbidden desires she has long suppressed, discovering that the family she came to save is the one that will finally claim her.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Age Gap Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual Western Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Aunt BDSM MaleDom FemaleDom Humiliation Spanking Harem Analingus Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Big Breasts ENF
Charlotte
Sunlight streaming through the window woke me up. I sat up and opened the side drawer to put the vibrator away. Curiously, there was now also a piece of paper off to one side, rolled up and tied with a pink ribbon. It said “Charlotte” on the outside, written in a calligraphy style. I picked it up and slid the ribbon off, unrolling the paper with both hands.
On the paper there was text, written in a very neat handwriting style. I read the first few lines in confusion, then realized what it was and dropped the paper in shock. My hand flew up to my mouth to stifle a scream, and the paper fell to the floor, rolling up again to reform the tube.
As I sat there for a few moments, about to hyperventilate, I was able to calm myself enough to realize that I was being manipulated again. It was a section copied from my diary when I was a teenager, early in high school back in Nashville. As far as I knew, my diaries were well hidden at the bottom of a trunk in my attic back in Tennessee, but obviously Carrie had found them.
Leaning way over, I awkwardly picked up the paper again before I got out of the bed and moved over to the desk. I flattened the paper out on the surface so I could start reading it again. It was dated March 16 of my freshman year of high school.
Dear Diary,
My dirty little kitty is getting me into trouble again. I know I’m supposed to be a good girl, but it’s so hard when my kitty is always tingly and drippy. Nothing I do seems to help. My friend Stephanie says that rubbing the button will help, but I don’t even know what she’s talking about. A button? Does she mean the thing at the top? I’ve tried rubbing up there a few times, but it’s almost too much to bear. Last night I tried again, just a little touch at first, then circling around it like she suggested. My whole body started shaking and my toes curled up. The feeling built up so intense, like a wave rising inside me, and then suddenly it crashed through me. I had to bite my pillow to keep from crying out. Now I can’t stop thinking about it. Every time I sit still, I feel that tingle down there again, wanting more. I tried to distract myself today by going to church with my mom and Becky, but even the preacher’s voice made me think of that feeling. Am I bad for wanting to try it again? Stephanie says it’s natural, but it feels so naughty. Tonight I’m going to try again, maybe for longer this time. I hope I don’t make too much noise.
Char xoxo
Oh, dear God. It had been so many years ago that I wrote that, and even longer since I had last read it. No one has called me Char since high school. I had to admit though, that little had changed since I wrote those words. I still called it my ‘kitty’ like some dumb fourteen-year-old girl, and it was still driving many of my thoughts and actions. I got pregnant at age seventeen because of my wanton little kitty, and now I was stranded in cattle country, without my phone. All in an attempt to satisfy the tingles my kitty got whenever I thought about my children making babies with each other.
While I was still lost in thought, there was a knock on the door and I moved quickly to get under the covers of the bed. When it opened, I saw Lila walk in, holding a pair of sneakers in one hand, and what looked like a dress draped over her other arm.
“I hope you got some rest,” she said with a smile. “I let you sleep a little late, but I have some breakfast ready for you in the kitchen. Let’s get you dressed, then you and I are going to go into town to find you some more clothes.” She walked over towards the bed and set the pair of sneakers on the end. There were white socks stuff inside each one. She laid the dress across the covers as well, which was revealed to be a sundress that seemed at first glance to be entirely too short.
I reluctantly slid out from under the covers, standing there only in my panties, which were still soaked from my earlier ... uh ... activities. “Give me a moment to put my bra on,” I said in a quiet voice.
“No need,” said Lila. “We’re just running over to the thrift store, so the sundress will be fine by itself. Do you need some help getting it on?”
“No, that’s fine,” I replied, turning quickly so she couldn’t see me blush. I picked up the sundress and pulled it over my head, then adjusted it to sit on my hips and breasts. That was easier said than done, since it was at least a few sizes too small for me. The hem barely covered my lower ass cheeks, and my breasts threatened to pop out at any moment. Thank goodness no one here really knew me here except my children.
I picked up the shoes and sat down in the chair next to the desk to pull on the socks then the sneakers. They slipped on, and wouldn’t be much use for any real amount of walking. Were they trying to make sure I wouldn’t try to run away? I was definitely feeling lost and out of place, but I wasn’t plotting an escape yet.
Once I was dressed, Lila led me out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen. She had me sit at the table and she brought over a plate with two fried eggs and a few sausage links. There was also half an orange, sliced in two. She had a plate with the same on it for herself. Before she sat down to join me, she put two coffee cups down on saucers and filled them both. It smelled delicious.
“Cream and sugar?” she asked.
“Just cream, please,” I replied. Lila smiled and brought over a small ceramic pitcher, along with a spoon. I poured a dash of cream into my coffee, then stirred it a few times, all the while watching the young woman who sat across from me.
“You seem so nervous, Charlotte,” she said after a moment. “Is something bothering you?”
I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. Was she being serious? She had bound me behind the seats of her SUV and then blindfolded me before driving me hours out in the middle of a huge prairie. I knew very little about this area and had no real idea who this tall native woman was that seemed to be in complete control of my life at the moment.
Picking up the coffee cup, I took a sip while looking at her over the rim. I set it back down on the saucer before I replied. “I’m just out of my element,” I said, deciding to be honest. “I’m used to being in control, so yes, I am nervous at the moment. You’ve cut me off from my phone and I have no idea where I am,” I lied. “I’m a little afraid of you, and I’m a little bothered by my situation at the moment.”
Lila smiled at me as she took a sip of her coffee. She drank hers black. “No one is going to hurt you here, Charlotte,” she said. “I know you don’t know me, but that’s one of the reasons you were asked to come out here. Mark, Carrie, and I are in a relationship, and before you ask, yes, it is a form of polyamory. I have submitted myself to Mark, as has Carrie. We’re not slaves, but Mark is the head of this new family that we’re building.”
That definitely surprised me, as well as caught me off guard. What I was hearing right now didn’t match up with the image I had of my children in my head. Lila seemed like a strong, confident woman. How could my sweet, innocent Mark make someone like her submit? I just couldn’t wrap my head around it, yet. I needed more information.
“How did you meet them?” I asked.
“When Mark got out of his physical therapy late last year. He’s best friends with my nephew Jake, and they have a friend from L.A. named Luis. Jake brought me and Luis brought his cousin María, and we all spent a long weekend together in a cabin in Texas.” She got a shy smile, and covered it by lifting the coffee cup up to take a sip. It was like a fond memory had just crossed her mind.
“So how did you all end up out here? Wherever here, is.”
“I grew up nearby, and my family has owned this ranch for generations. Jake’s dad, my brother, ran it for years, but when he died, Jake inherited his 51% of the shares since he’s an only child. Unfortunately, Jake’s never really wanted to be a rancher, and is unwilling to leave his military career behind. He trusts your son like a brother, though, so he asked Mark to give it a try, to see if he’d like it.”
I’m sure my face must have looked extremely skeptical, since Lila set the coffee cup down and gave me a stern look back. “My son?” I asked. “Mark Thompson?” Even though I’d seen him yesterday and he had definitely changed, I still had a hard time picturing him being in charge of something as complex as a cattle ranch.
Lila smiled. “Mark is learning fast. Jim keeps giving him more and more responsibility, and so far, he’s passed every test. Just yesterday he turned his first breech calf, and it looks like it’s going to be fine.”
I took another sip of coffee to cover my own surprise at hearing that. Mark was on his way to running this ranch? It seemed hard to believe, but then I remembered how strong and in control he seemed yesterday, which made me remember the kiss he’d given me. That got me blushing, and I turned my face away from Lila, who just kept smiling her mysterious smile.
As I finished my coffee, Lila cleared the table and quickly washed and rinsed the dishes in the sink. Then she picked up a small purse off the counter and beckoned for me to follow.
We walked out of the house onto the gravel driveway, then got into a Chevy Silverado truck that had seen better days. It looked like it was once tan colored, but much of it was covered with gray primer now. What was truly surprising was that when Lila cranked it, she put it into reverse using a stick shift. I hadn’t seen one of those since I was a teen.
“You’ll probably want to roll your window down,” she said as she smiled at me. “The air hasn’t worked in this old thing in years.” Since it was already hot in the cab, I did as she suggested, rolling the window down with the handle crank. How quaint.
The drive into the small town took over twenty minutes, so it was at least ten miles away. We passed mile after mile of fencing, with prairie behind it. Occasionally, we passed what I recognized as oil pumpjacks, but not many of them seemed to be operating. The road was dirt, and very dry and dusty. In the rearview mirror I saw plumes of dust trailing out behind us.
We finally turned on a paved road, and after a few miles we came to the outskirts of a small town. “Welcome to Redbud Creek, Oklahoma - Pop. 4252” the sign read as we passed it. Oklahoma ... Holy shit, how the hell did I end up all the way out in fucking Oklahoma?
Soon enough, we pulled up to a run-down looking metal building with a cheerful looking sign on the front that read, “Treasure Trove Thrift” over the doors. There were several large windows on the front, and inside I could see mostly racks of clothes, although there was some furniture over on one side as well.
Lila pulled the truck up near the door and killed the engine as she set the parking brake. She got out so I did as well, then stood there looking around at where we were. I could see some of the rest of the town down the street, and it looked like it was mostly a few old looking brick buildings from the early 1900’s, just like many thousands of small towns across the country. I heard Lila’s boots crunching on the gravel as she walked around the front of the truck, so I turned and followed her inside.
Above the door we entered through was a bell, which jingled as the door opened then closed behind us. After a brief moment, a woman emerged from around a rack of clothes, smiling broadly. Like Lila, she was clearly Native American, and they almost looked like twins. Her hair was not quite as long, and had a few streaks of gray in it. She was tall, probably at least six feet, maybe a little more, but about an inch shorter than Lila. Her knee-length dress was simple, but the deep V-neck revealed cleavage the same rich, warm brown as the rest of her skin, and I found it hard to look away.
“Lila!” the woman said, her smile getting even bigger.
“Mary!” Lila responded. “How are you today, big sister?”
“I’m doing well, little one,” as she walked up and embraced Lila. The hug seemed completely genuine, so these two obviously knew each other well. Mary looked over Lila’s shoulder at me as she stepped back.
“Is this the one you were telling me about?”
“Yes. This is Mark and Carrie’s mother, Charlotte. She’s going to be helping out on the ranch, so she needs some everyday clothes. Charlotte, this is my older sister, Mary.”
Aha. Now the resemblance made sense. I wasn’t sure exactly how old Lila was, but if I had to guess I’d say mid-twenties. That would probably put Mary around thirty, maybe. Those streaks of gray in her hair weren’t doing her any favors. It did somehow work for her, though. Like Lila, she seemed very confident in the way she moved and spoke.
“She’s so pale,” said Mary as she walked around me. I wasn’t sure how to react, so I turned to follow her a bit at first, but then made myself stand still as I was basically inspected like she was about to buy a horse. She better not try to look at my teeth!
“She has a really nice figure,” Mary said as she came around in front of me again. “I can see why a man like Mark would want her out here.”
A man? Is she talking about my son? Once again, someone was talking about my son and me in a strange manner. I still had a hard time thinking about him as a man, but I had to admit that what I’d seen earlier today made it harder to keep the image of him being my little boy in focus. All those muscles rippling across his torso, and his tight ass in those blue jeans. My kitty started tingling again as I replayed the image of him washing up at the sink in my mind. Damn it, my panties were never going to stay dry.
“Okay, Charlotte, let’s get you out of that dress so we can try some stuff on,” said Mary with both hands on her hips.
I looked around in confusion then back at the woman. “Okay, uh, where’s the dressing room?”
Mary just snickered and glanced at her sister. “We ain’t that fancy out here, darling. No one’s likely to come in, and if they do it’ll just be a woman and her kids. So ... less yapping and more stripping, you hear me?” She sounded stern but she had a smile on her face as she said it.
“Remember, Charlotte, you promised you’d do as we asked,” said Lila with a low voice.
I sighed in frustration, but reached down to pull the hem of the sundress up and over my head. Then I dropped it in Lila’s waiting hands, who then draped it over one of the racks behind her. She looked down at my feet then back up at me, so I balanced on each foot as I pulled off the shoes and socks, leaving them on the floor next to me. It left me standing there with only my panties on, covering my breasts with my hands.
“Hands down, beautiful,” said Mary. “You’ve got nothing to hide or be ashamed of.”
I smiled shyly at the compliment and slowly lowered my hands to my sides, clenching and unclenching my fists from how nervous I was. Part of me was secretly thrilled at being forced to display myself like this, even though it went completely against how I was raised to behave. My mother would be rolling over in her grave right now if she could see me.
“Look how damp her panties are,” Mary said to Lila, who moved in a little closer to look at them. Mary looked up at me and smiled. “Do you buy all your lingerie at Victoria’s Secret?”
I started blushing again, feeling the heat move up my chest and neck and onto my cheeks. I looked down again and had to resist covering myself with my hands. “Yes, except for the hose I wear. Those are from Foxy Fine.”
Mary’s eyes went wide. “You wear Foxy Fine hose? They told me you were rich, but I didn’t know you were loaded.”
I shrugged. “My cousin Helene runs the company,” I said. “I get a free pair delivered every week.”
“Your cousin is Helene Walker?” Mary asked, clearly in disbelief.
“Yes. She’s like a third cousin or something, on my mother’s side. I only met her when I was young, then one more time when I went to be fitted years ago. We’re not close.”
Mary said nothing, but stepped closer to me and started running her hands over my upper body. She picked up each of my hands and examined them, looking at the manicure I’d just had done before I left Nashville. She picked up each arm and ran her hands down to my shoulders, squeezing as she went like she was checking my muscle tone. Normally, I don’t like being touched like that, even by beautiful women like Mary, but this felt more mechanical than sensual. I just gritted my teeth and bore it, not wanting to upset anyone.
Reaching down towards her waist, she pulled out a measuring tape. “Lift your arms up a bit, darling.” I did as she asked, and she reached around me to measure my hips. “Thirty-six inches,” she said, addressing Lila, who nodded back at her.
Then she shifted the tape up and positioned it right over my navel. I felt one of her hands brush slowly over my right ass cheek, even giving it a slight squeeze. I decided not to acknowledge it, but it made me blush again.
“Twenty-five inches,” she said as she looked at the tip of the tape. Then she moved up higher, getting ready to measure my bust.
“I wonder if Mark would let us do some corset training with her,” Lila asked her sister, speaking as if I wasn’t even there. “She would look amazing if we got her squeezed down to around twenty-three inches, wouldn’t she?”
“Maybe,” said Mary as she adjusted the tape and stepped around to my front. “Mark seems like a very determined young man, though, so he may not want to change his plans for her. Thirty-six inches.”
Plans for me? What plans did Mark have for me? I hated not knowing what was going on around me. I was used to being in control, being able to ask questions and instantly get the answers I needed. I felt like I was fumbling around in the dark out here.
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