Episode 76: BUTTerFLY KISSES

“Yawwwwwn!”

Sable McKellen had possibly slept three hours total after the strange ordeal between she and her father in the kitchen last night. How could she have so horribly been mistaken what her dad wanted? His words were so direct and on point that she grew convinced he was actually talking to her when he wasn’t. Realizing it was Kelly Herbert, her boyfriend’s mother that Henry was masturbating over, Sable wanted to cry. Not because her father didn’t truly want her but because her parents were both all over the place sexually. Her dad seen fucking Piper Cherry, then the online images of he and Sable, Dakota as well, her brain was overloading. Now Kelly?

“I need to clean up. I can still feel daddy’s ... cum on me even after I washed off last night. That was too close. How could daddy not even see me on the floor in front of him? I mean ... he was kind of lost, probably drunk. Oh my God! I’m almost afraid to face him this morning.” Touching her lips as she had last night, having accidentally smeared his cum over them she pouted. It was over and done, it wasn’t as if she were mad at him, it was her own ignorance thinking he referred to her. She would live, but it certainly had its effect on her reality. Looking at her cell Sable discovered a text from her mom reading, “I had to go in early. I told your father to give Dakota a ride to school before taking you to the dentist. Good luck Baby, send me a smile when they’re out. I love you.” Fidgeting at her mom always going in early or staying late she wanted to just say, “Slut!” but couldn’t.

“Ugggggggh! Probably hooking up with the Coach or the Booker brothers. Who knows who else she’s having sex with.” She huffed and fell back on to her mattress, “Fifteen more minutes.” It wasn’t as if she would fall asleep.

Across the hall her sister Dakota lay on her side holding her mother’s dildo to her chin, like a security blanket, lost in thought. Pajamas on but shirt unbuttoned all the way, how she had left it once returning to her bed last night. She like her sister Sable had gone downstairs and seen the computer monitor of their father having sex with them, well their doppelgangers Montana and Bunny designed as part of his RPG called Frisque. The images excited her, giving her hope that her father really did want to be with her. Asking him to coach her on how to be with a boy, using Angus Furlong as her pawn, she really wanted her dad. He was relaxing more to the idea and even offered her this practice toy within her grasp, but she wanted to know the real flesh and blood version. For now, it was fine, but she required more. Sneaking downstairs catching her dad jerking off in the kitchen, she like Sable had mistaken his intentions as being toward her. It wasn’t.

“I’m so stupid to think daddy really wants me. Even if I did excite him too much that he had to go next door and have sex with Piper. I want you daddy, please play with me.” She nearly shed a tear and finally let out a defeated exhale. “Get it up Dakota. Maybe I should just give in to Angus. Our talk might have ruined that though. Although, he did seem in good spirits when texting me last night. I should have told him what I did at McRonald’s with the Mustangs. After saying he could be with other girls and me with other boys, he might have been jealous enough to really end it with Robin. Riiight!” After rolling her eyes she sat up and removed her pajama top folding it neatly to lay on her pillow. Before losing her bottoms she paused in thought and looked at her closed door as if curious, “Did Mace sneak into our house to see me and chicken out? What was he doing in mom’s bedroom? I have to know.”

Getting up she prowled her room looking for clothes to wear, not finding anything appealing, “I need to do laundry, everything I own is dirty besides the dresses Piper bought me. I can’t wear dresses until next Wednesday though.” Being a clean freak Dakota was sorely slacking of late. Giving up she sighs, “Maybe I should just stay home today and support Sable getting her braces out. No, daddy won’t let me, I know he has things to do today. If he has any energy after Piper.” A hint of jealousy was there but she brushed it away.

“Mom did say we could raid her closet. I wonder if daddy is awake. I probably shouldn’t just walk in on him after torturing him so.” Looking at her bedroom door a second time she just took the risk. Opening her door, she looked directly across the hall at her parent’s opened doorway. “He must be up. No shower running. Maybe he’s in his office still.” Opting to walk topless into her parent’s room Dakota checked the bathroom first to find it empty and lifeless. Shrugging, the closet was her final destination. Overlooking dresses, she sifted through an array of tops, and jeans. Her mother being a few inches taller made finding jeans that weren’t too long a complication. Noting a pair that had legs that she knew met her mother’s calves Dakota inspected them better, holding the jeans out in front of her.

“Whoa! Mom has two pairs of butt zipper jeans. No way! I’ve never ever seen her wear ... tags still on it even.” She giggled, “Same waist size as I wear ... I’m so going to try these on.” Dropping them she wiggled her pajama pants down until she stood naked in the closet. Bending to pick up the jeans she put them on one leg at a time and pulled them up. With the zipper in back she felt strange and fought to zip them up at an angle. They were actually tight on her. “Maybe this is why mom hasn’t worn them.” A thought dawned on her, “Hold on! Tag still on them ... did I run into one of my birthday presents early? I mean ... I guess they could be Sable’s but, we’re the same size so these are both of ours. Mine today.” Dakota was cheering up.

“What shirt matches these?” She rifles through a dozen shirts before finding a navy-blue V neck pullover with a zipper cleavage, “Zipper in the back of my pants, zipper in the front of my shirt.” She laughs, “This is cute I like the butterfly style embroidery along the cleavage on both sides of the zipper. I can unzip it off and on and tease boys today. Maybe even Angus. Definitely Angus!” Putting it on, it too fit slightly snug and made her breasts pop. “Love it!” She admires herself in the mirror. “Bobby socks and tennis shoes ... wardrobe complete.” Going back to her bedroom she tossed her pajama bottoms in her hamper rather than folding them like her pajama top. She then set out to find her socks and shoes. Teeth brushed, perfume sprayed, deodorant dabbed. “This could be a good day.”

Heading to Sable’s room she walked right in and found her sister actually asleep, sitting next to her she jolted her awake. Spooked by the unexpected intrusion Sable sat up, “What time is it?” A glance at her clock she realized she had only napped five minutes. “Ugggggggggh!” Yet again. So much for telling herself she wouldn’t fall back asleep. With Dakota sitting on her bed the sisters eyed one another. “You look nice.”

“Raided Mom’s things. Oh! Tear the tag off of my belt loop.” She repositioned while Sable found the energy to rise up and tear the tag free using her nails. “I think these are part of our birthday presents. Mom might not notice if she sees me in the halls.”

“Four more hours and we look identical in every way.”

“I know. You scared?”

“No. I think it’s going to be funny when we get confused for one another.”

“I know, me too. You’re coming to school after the dentist, right?”

“Yeah, I want to see how people react before I make a fool of myself at the football game tonight. Are you still going?”

“I won’t let you go through this alone.”

“Setting with Mace or mom?”

“Mace of course. Mom will be surrounded by boys, you know that.”

“That should be us.”

“You. I’m already swarmed.” Dakota giggles, “In four hours you will be too. Trust me.”

“I do. Oh my God ... last night...” Sable starts to let Dakota in on what she saw her dad do but froze... “I had a dream that you had to wear braces.”

“Whatever!”

“Did you ... use mom’s toy?”

“I sucked on it just for giggles.”

“Whoa! Ready for the real thing?”

“Getting there.”

“Angus?”

“I’m not sure yet. If he kisses me again, I might consider more. No hurry!”

“Really? He really likes you I think.”

“He likes girls Sable.” Dakota rolled her eyes, “I’m just one of those.”

“True! We talked in class yesterday. He seemed really sweet.”

“Dumping Travis for Angus?”

“Nooooooo! We should mess with Travis and Mace tomorrow when we all hang out at Piper’s.”

“I want to know why Mace was in mom’s room first. I think I’ll see if Mace will give me a ride again. Save mom taking me.” She realized, “Wait! Is Mom even here?”

“No. She left me a text. Dad must be giving you a ride. I thought Mace was the designated driver anyway.”

“Oh yeah! Dad must be in his office. I better jet downstairs and tell daddy I’m ready, then ask if I can ride with Mace. If he’s awake. That way I can grill Mace about being in our home.”

“That will mean he will want to know who ratted him out. Let him squirm until Saturday. Don’t forget Travis. He asked for a ride.”

“Crap! Alright, good luck Sissy.” She hugs Sable. Once their loving embrace broke contact Dakota hopped up and headed downstairs.

Piper Cherry’s home ... a stretch of grass away...

“FUCK ME!” She stood in her shower letting scalding hot water pelt her back. “My body aches in places I never knew existed. Who knew Henry was that ... Godlike.” Wincing she forces herself to bathe. Once the water begins cooling, she ended her rainstorm. Like a Goddess ... takes a God to know a God.

Having been devastated physically by Henry, Piper had fallen fast asleep once he left. She prayed that her nephew didn’t get off over her while sleeping so soundly. She wouldn’t put it past him. Shrugging off images of Mace jerking off on her slumbering body Piper dried herself and went directly into beautifying. We all know the process.

Dress selection already in mind knowing that Carl Manley had instructed she dress even more risqué, Piper put on a white number that was equally as short as every dress she had worn to work thus far, even the back of her dress was similar with an entire backside reaching down to her upper butt crack’s Y.

Flesh from neckline down in full glory, only two extremely long ribbon like spaghetti straps went over her shoulders and connected to the skirt below to each hip. From the sides the swell of her breasts peeked as if half-moons, definitely alluring to anyone looking at her from the sides.

The V neck feature in front didn’t leave a whole lot hidden, sweeping down between her melons and pointing directly at her barely concealed belly button. What made the dress even more stunning was the see-through screen like pattern sewn into the dress’s chest. Although masking them the fabric shared the flesh beneath as if a dense mosquito net. The net covered a majority of her 38C’s, but the real material cloaked her areolas by an inch at most.

Her skirt being slightly more snug than normal over the hips offered the creases of her inner thighs along with the pelvic bone. Spectacular! Ankle jewelry, stiletto heels in five-inch fashion, and a cute white choker around her throat finished her modelling jig.

“Well, Carlos? Risque enough without streaking?” She twirls in step admiring her curves within her dresser mirror. “This should get a rise out of Roger ... every guy at Horton-Dexter.” She mused primping her long blond Goddess curls.

“Let’s see ... what perfume to wear today?” She explores a tray of bottled scents swaying a fingertip over each one indecisively, “Let’s narrow it down to Fuck Me like an Animal or Bringing in the Sheepskin.” She giggles and chooses the most erotic of the two. “Mmmm! This might make me fuck myself. HA! What doesn’t! I should take Growdan to work today. Shit! He’s still in the dishwasher.” So much for that!