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Subject: Incest story "Dreaming of Things To Come" Chapter 4
Date: Thu, 21 Jul 2005 11:44:10 -0700
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Dreaming of Things To Come
Chapter Four
Lorne was dreaming. He was holding his dear Ellie in his arms,
feeling warm and
content knowing that she was there with him. He smiled as he felt
Ellie snuggle up to
him, feeling her warm breath against his shoulder. He turned his head
and opened his
eyes - and looked into Etienne's sleeping face!
Coming fully awake, Lorne slowly disengaged himself from the sleeping
form next to
him and got out of the bed. It took him a few moments to remember why
Eti was here
with him and, when he did finally remember, a wave of anguish flowed
over him.
You did it, you really did it, didn't you, a little voice in his head
asked. He trembled
at the thought of what had happened here last night. He took a few
steps backwards,
as if trying to remove himself from the scene of the crime. His
thoughts were now
chaotic, the implications clear in his mind. He realized that he had
done the unthink-
able, committed the ultimate sin.
As he backed up, he bumped into the chair next to his dressing table,
knocking it over.
It thumped to the floor, the sound partially muffled by the thick
carpeting. But it
was enough to cause Etienne to wake up.
Eti sat up slowly and stretched, her movements almost catlike in
nature. She rubbed
the sleep from her eyes and looked around the room. When she spotted
Lorne, a smile
spread across her face. But her smiled quickly disappeared when she
saw the
frightened look on his face. She could feel his fear as clearly as if
it were her own.
Failing to stand the chair upright, Lorne sat on the floor, feeling
sick of mind and
body. He saw Eti looking at him, concern etched on her face.
Swallowing hard, he
finally spoke.
"Morning, Peaches," he began. "Sorry about the noise."
"Forget that," Eti answered. "What's wrong with you?"
"Me? Nothing. What makes you think there's something wrong?" he
lied.
Eti, to her credit, saw right through his deception.
"You look like you saw the proverbial ghost," she observed. "Don't
tell me you're
feeling bad about last night." "Please don't tell me that."
The guilty look on his face told her that this was exactly what he was
feeling.
Climbing out of the bed, she went to him.
Lorne couldn't help but notice how her breasts bounced with each step
she took, her
lithe muscles rippling slightly.
She sat next to him and he moved away from her without thinking about
it, his fear
increasing. Eti reached for him, causing him to flinch. Frowning,
she grabbed his arm
and, somehow, managed to pull him to her.
Lorne refused to meet her eyes, his shame blanketing him like a
shroud.
Etienne took his face in both hands and forced his head around.
"Look at me!" she demanded, gripping his face tighter when he tried to
turn away.
"Look at me, damn you!"
Slowly, he turned his head at the force of her words. He could see
the anger flashing
in her eyes, but made himself look at his flesh and blood.
"You think you defiled me, don't you?"
He nodded.
"Well, you didn't. You didn't do anything that we both didn't want."
Part of Lorne's mind had to admit that he had wanted her.
Eti continued. "I've always wondered what it was like to be with you,
always wondered
why Mother was always so happy with you." "Now, I finally know."
The mention of her mother ran through him like an electric shock. It
never occurred
to him that Eti may have overheard their lovemaking sessions.
He sat up straighter, his resolve returning.
"So, you were listening in on us, were you?"
Seeing that he had come back from whatever Hell he had sent himself,
Eti smiled.
"Well, it wasn't like you two were the most quiet of people," she
retorted playfully.
Lorne smiled despite himself, remembering Ellie's passionate moans.
"Yeah, keeping quiet wasn't one of our main concerns," he replied.
"Peaches," he began.
Eti cut him off. "There's no need to apologize. I wanted it just as
much as you did.
Now, come here."
Eti reached down and found his manhood and began to bring it to full
arousal. Lorne
relaxed as his daughter stroked him. Turning his head slightly, he
sucked at the
closest nipple to him, feeling it grow instantly erect between his
lips.
At his touch, a moan slipped from her and she increased her hand
movements,
alternating her grip, giving Lorne new sensations. Freeing her nipple
from his hungry
mouth, she went to work on his stiff member, engulfing the now
enormous head.
He sighed, and lay back to enjoy the attention Eti was paying to him.
With her new
found skills, she sucked him with confidence, relishing the feel and
taste of him.
Feeling a little left out, he slid down and positioned her over his
mouth and lowered
her to his lips, feeling her swelling clit enter his mouth. Eti
moaned around his shaft,
the vibrations sending a curious feeling through him.
Their bodies slick with the sweat of their efforts, father and
daughter enjoyed each
other, both lost in the indescribable pleasure. Their love was
taboo, but neither
really caring, for this moment was theirs, for now and forever.
Continued...
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