"What happened to this story?" you ask? Well, the old Little Kaylee is dead, long live Little Kaylee.
Writing is like driving: it's a journey. Sometimes you get to a stop, and you realize, "Oh, wait. I went the wrong way." You have to retrace your path, find where you went wrong, and try again.
When I started writing Little Kaylee, it was an exploration in touching on something that didn't previously interest me: nepiophilia. I discovered this video and was amazed at what it says about human sexuality: that it doesn't kick in at puberty. Maybe the biological drive to procreate kicks in at that point, but the desire to make ourselves feel good and the capacity to make ourselves feel good by manipulating our genitals begins, actually, inside the womb.
Once the first chapter was underway, I started wondering about Chloe. What must have happened in her childhood that made her the person that would want to facilitate her little girl having sex with her husband? The answer was simple enough: her mother. But that really wasn't simple enough. What happened to her mother that made her do the exact same thing two decades earlier? I found myself envisioning a deep and perverted legacy, stretching back into history, into time immemorial where mothers taught their daughters to be just like them: sluts for their fathers. In order for something like that to exist, it must have had strong taboos, a set of rules, to guide the families as they lived out their legacy. Thus, the idea of The Rules started to emerge in this story.
The Rules started to take on a very dark tone. I mean, let's be honest, the sexual exploitation of children doesn't leave its victims, nor its perpetrators, unscarred. So The Rules were dark. The Rules were greedy. The Rules were about power and who could wrest it from the rest of their family.
This dark path was a fun one to explore. I got the chance to delve into the shadows and play with ideas that scared me as much as they turned me on. But that's not where this story started. In the first few chapters, Chloe was vivacious, not vicious. She was building things for her husband, not tearing him down. I discovered that I missed that Chloe, her fun-loving charm, her excitement, her sweetness.
I started to wonder: what if it starts right now? What if this isn't some dark, distant, doom looming over Kaylee and her father? What if it's just about an ordinary mother discovering that her daughter loves to make her pussy feel good and knowing that (1) all men are pedophiles and (2) that sex and love don't have to be divorced for a father and daughter to make love to each other? What if Chloe is the beginning of the legacy? Her mother figured it out because she had to. Chloe figures it out because she wants to.
So, I decided to start again. I'm taking a mulligan. This is a do-over. If you liked the old story, that's awesome. You can still read it. The chapters are still there, but the story is not going anywhere new. It's dead. Only the New Little Kaylee will get new chapters (below). There will still be nepiophilia and pedophilia. There will still be cuckolding. There will still be incest -- so much incest. But I want the tone of the story to be light -- as light as Chloe's laugh, as bright as Kaylee's eyes, as happy as a father who has just cum on his sweet daughter's puffy pussy lips.
Enjoy!