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KYLIE. 8811 words.
WARNING! This story contains very controversial and sexually explicit material. Read only if you are over 18 years of age and do not object to such material. 



The rap of knuckles on her door and her father’s voice startled Kylie from her daydream. The daydream she had been having almost every day since Doug, the new aerobics teacher had taken over the class she attended twice a week.


“Kylie! Are you gonna lie in bed all day?”


“What time is it, daddy?”


“Nine-thirty and I have to go. Lock up if you go out.”


“Okay, daddy. I will.”


“I’ve left some cash on the table for the grocery shopping, Hon.”


Kylie groaned. She hated shopping for groceries, but had done it either alone or with her father ever since her mother died of breast cancer when she was eight.


“Okay. Have fun, daddy!”


Kylie heard her father, Jeffery Gardener, turn away and walk down the passage. She knew he would be gone until five-thirty. It was Saturday, and he would be coaching a team of footballers of the local youth club. There was plenty of time to continue her fantasy.


She had no doubt that many of the girls in her aerobic class fantasized about Doug as she did. He was handsome; six feet nothing, deep brown eyes, with dark hair, a lean, muscular body and a smile that made her go weak at the knees. In other words, he was every girl’s ideal man.


Even the girls that only came occasionally began to take aerobics seriously and rarely missed a class. When he first arrived, there were excited comments and guesses as to his age. They had since found that he was twenty-six and, much to their surprise, unattached.


Kylie closed her eyes, continued her daydream to her satisfaction. She lay a while until the euphoric sensations subsided then rose from her bed.


She caught her reflection in her dressing table mirror and gazed at it, tilting her head from side to side with a pout on her lips. Not too bad, she thought.


Her mind went over the past three weeks since her eighteenth birthday. Her girlfriends had shared stories about their boyfriends, but she guessed many of them were grossly exaggerated. Just by the way they told the stories made her realize that she knew more about sex than any of them. She had never revealed to anyone her own private life.


She idly ran her fingers through her waist-long, straight, blonde hair as she examined herself in the mirror. Her body had curves in all the right places and she had received her share of wolf whistles from guys around her own age. However, she was attracted to older men.


Her mind drifted over the dates she had had with different boyfriends. They all seemed so juvenile and their hesitant gropes of her breasts as they kissed her made her want to tell them to get on with it or leave her body alone.


At twenty-six, Doug was older and, even though he was still younger than her ideal, he came up to her expectations in her fantasies.


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie arrived early at the gymnasium where the aerobics classes were held. Going straight to the dressing room, she put on her new pale blue and pink leotard. Her choice of garment, made after trying on several different designs, was to ensure it showed off her bodily assets to the best advantage. The neckline was low enough to reveal plenty of cleavage without her breasts bouncing out of it during the aerobic exercises. She tied her hair into a ponytail then, viewing herself in the full-length mirror, she smiled with satisfaction.


Just as she finished tying up her gym shoes, she heard Doug enter whistling a cheerful melody. She waited while he went into the men’s dressing room to change and return to the gym before joining him.


“Hi, Doug,” she said.


“Hello Kylie. You’re early.”


“Yeah. I wanted to ask you something.”


Doug raised his eyebrows and tilted his head.


“Got a problem?”


Kylie smiled and sauntered toward him looking him over from head to toe and back. She made sure she let her eyes dwell on the bulge of his genitals until she reached him.


“Do you know of any exercises that will help keep a woman’s breasts from sagging?” She cupped her breasts in her hands, pushing them upward and drawing his eyes to them. “I’d like to keep mine firm as long as possible.”


Doug grinned and looked her in the eye. “Just keep your whole body fit and trim. That should keep them firm,” he said. He shifted his gaze back to her breasts. “They look fine to me.”


“You don’t think they’re sagging a little bit?”


Doug squinted at her and gave her a smile. “Without examining them closer, nope.”


Kylie met his gaze and without any hesitation pulled down the shoulder strap of her leotard.


“Whoa! Not here. Not now!” Doug raised his hands in mock horror. He knew that she was coming on to him. A man would have to be blind or gay not to see that. He was also aware he could be in deep trouble if he were to allow her to expose herself while alone with him at his job.


Kylie smiled coyly up at him. He hadn’t said he wouldn’t examine her breasts. He just said not here and not now.


“So when will you?” Her eyes peered knowingly into his, informing him she would be ready and willing any time he was. She pulled the shoulder strap back into place just as two girls arrived giggling at something they had just shared.


“I’ll think about it,” said Doug as he turned toward the new arrivals and greeted them. As they all exchanged niceties, others began to arrive and Doug began preparing the sound system for the music.


The class consisted of eighteen females and six males. Kylie chose a position near the center of the front row of eight. She wanted his eyes to be on her as much as possible as well as watch him as he went through the exercises with the class.


At the end of the session, Kylie took her time showering and changing, deliberately waiting until the last of the class had left. Doug was just collecting his belonging when she entered the gym. She stood biting her lip as she watched him for a few seconds, then making up her mind, approached him.


“I didn’t bring my car tonight,” she said. “Could you run me home?”


Doug paused as he was placing his shoes in a sports bag and looked her over. She wore a thin, blue jumper and a white, knee length skirt. On her feet were simple white sandals. Her blonde hair, no longer held in a ponytail was still damp from showering. Outwardly, she was no different from hundreds of teenage girls he had instructed in aerobic classes.


He stuffed his shoes in the bag, zipped it up and turned back to her. “Where do you live?”


Pine Avenue. It’s not far.”


Doug nodded. “I know where it is.” He picked up the sports bag, grabbed a bunch of keys lying on the bench and started toward the door. “Let’s go.” Kylie followed him and waited while he turned off the lights and locked up the gym.


Kylie smiled as he opened the passenger door of his Ford for her to get in before throwing his bag on the back seat. The guys she had known had never shown her such courtesy. Once again, she put their thoughtlessness down to immaturity.


Halfway to her home, Doug had not spoken a word so Kylie decided to break the silence. “Have you thought about it yet?”


Doug glanced at her and then back to the road. He didn’t speak for several seconds.


“You mean about examining your breasts?” He grinned broadly. “Kylie, you’re what? Seventeen, eighteen?”


“I’m eighteen. You won’t be breaking any laws.”


“Your breasts are fine. You just have to look in a mirror to see that.”


Kylie felt her face flush. Was he rejecting the chance she was offering him? She had thought any man would be eager to take her up on it. A thought occurred to her. She mulled it over her mind before speaking again.


“Are you gay?”


“What?” Doug glanced over at her and laughed. “No. I’m not gay!”


Kylie looked out of the side window. Her face was burning and although it was late evening and getting dark, she felt he might see her embarrassment. Things weren’t going as well as she had hoped.


“Here’s Pine Avenue,” said Doug as he turned off the main road. “Where do you want me to stop?”


“Number forty-seven. About halfway down on the right.”


Doug brought the car to a stop outside her home, switched off the engine and turned to her.


“Kylie. You’re a sweet girl And I appreciate what you are offering me. But I don’t think you realize the danger you might place yourself in by offering men to examine your breasts. You could end up being raped.”


“It wouldn’t be rape if I was willing,” said Kylie.


Doug drummed his fingers on the steering wheel thoughtfully. Here he was, sitting beside a lovely girl who was practically begging him to fuck her. If she had been a little older, more experienced, he wouldn’t have hesitated. He was assuming Kylie was a virgin and being banged in a car couldn’t be the most memorable time for a girl to lose her virginity.


“Wouldn’t you prefer your first time to be with a nice guy you had grown to have feelings for?”


Kylie opened the car door and got out before Doug could do or say anything more. She leaned down and peered at him with one hand on the car door.


“I’m sorry. I’ve made a fool of myself,” she said. “It won’t happen again.” She was about to close the door when she added, “By the way, it wouldn’t have been my first time.”


She slammed the car door and ran to the front entrance of her house before Doug could make any comment. She had no wish to explain anything to him. Her first and subsequent times were her business.


Doug watched her as she opened the door and closed it behind her before firing the engine driving away.


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie closed the door behind her and leaned against it. She knew she had made a fool of herself by believing she could seduce Doug so easily. She hadn’t taken into account that he would be as strong-willed as he was. She wanted to hate him for it, but inwardly admired him for the very quality that made her feel so embarrassed.


“That you, Hon?” Her father came into the hallway as he asked the hypothetical question. A frown creased his brow when he saw her. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”


“It’s nothing, daddy,” she said, smiling as she tried to hide a tear forming in her eye. The effort was lost on her father.


“Hey! Someone upset you?” He went to her with open arms to cuddle her and she melted into them. Her father had always been there for her, to comfort her whenever she was feeling low or had a problem. He had always been a strong pillar that she could lean on when she couldn’t cope. She felt his strong arms holding her tight as he allowed her to cry on his shoulder.


“Gonna tell me about it?”


Kylie looked up at him wiping away her tears with the heel of her hand and smiled.


“I just made a fool of myself with a guy I like.”


“Was that who I heard driving away?” He never pressed her for details knowing she would reveal them when she was ready.


“Yes. That was Doug, the aerobics instructor. He gave me a lift home.”


Her father nodded. Kylie had told him about the new instructor that had taken the place of Anne, the previous one when she had to leave due to pregnancy. He didn’t need to be a mind-reader to know Kylie liked him. She had told him that all the girls in the aerobics class fancied him.


“Come on. I got some hot, fresh coffee ready.” He led her into the kitchen and poured two mugs of steaming coffee then pushed a cookie jar toward her. Kylie smiled and accepted the coffee and a cookie.




Chapter 002



Angela Gardener rose from the bed, looked at her sleeping husband and smiled. It would be another hour at least before he began to wake up. She was tempted to kiss him but decided not to. In all their years of marriage, Jeffery had never disappointed her with his performance. He deserved his sleep.


She tiptoed to the door and left the bedroom, quietly closing the door behind her. Rather than disturb her husband’s sleep by using the en-suite, she made her way to the guests’ bathroom to shower.


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie almost dreaded Wednesday as it approached. Wednesday evening was the next aerobics class and already it was Tuesday morning. She worked in a supermarket as a storeroom assistant checking that sufficient items for the shelves were in stock, ordering what was needed as well as other storeroom tasks.


The work was hard and the days passed quickly, but Tuesdays was always the slackest day of the week and the day was dragging for her. She found she had too much time to think.


Should she go to the class? How could she face Doug after brazenly throwing herself at him?  Would he think she was just a silly schoolgirl? Worse still, would he think she was just a cheap slut? He had had as much time as she to think about what happened.


When it was time for her shift to end, Kylie grabbed her bag and headed for the door of the mall. Once outside, she fumbled in her bag for her car keys.


“Hello, Kylie.”


She froze. The voice was unmistakable. She raised her eyes and saw Doug standing right before her. Her heart skipped a beat and her face started to get warm. She tried her best to act unconcerned.


“Hi Doug. What are you doing here?”


Doug grinned at her and spread his hands. “Waiting for you.” His answer made her more curious. Seeing her expression, he continued. “I saw you working while I was in the supermarket so I thought I’d wait for you.”


Kylie looked at his empty hands. “You didn’t do much shopping, did you?”


“Already in the car,” he said, jerking a thumb in the general direction of a hundred or more cars in the mall parking lot. “Need a lift? I know the way to Pine Avenue.”


For an answer, she dangled her car keys, rattling them in front of his face and smiled. You had your chance on Saturday, she thought. She wondered if he was now sorry he didn’t take her offer.


Doug nodded. “How about us having a coffee, then?” He turned and pointed to Starbucks. “There’s still time before they close.”


Kylie looked at the Starbucks logo then back at Doug’s handsome, grinning face. What had she to lose? By having coffee with him would clear the air and she wouldn’t be embarrassed when she saw him at the gym. She glanced at the keys still swinging in her hand in front of his face, and then making a decision, she replaced them in her bag.


“Coffee it is,” she said.


Doug ordered Latte for her and a flat white for himself then found a table. He held the chair as she sat down, bringing a smile to her face. The perfect gentleman, she thought as he sat down opposite her. There was a moment of awkward silence while they waited for the arrival of the coffees, and then Doug spoke a little hesitantly.


“Kylie, I didn’t mean to upset you the other night.”


Kylie felt her cheeks begin to redden but laughed to cover up.


“It’s not very flattering when a guy turns down a girl,” she said. “It wasn’t your fault, though. I should have known better.”


Doug ran his fingers through his dark curly hair, grimacing. It was his turn to feel embarrassed.


“To be honest, I didn’t know what your motive was. I thought you were under age and didn’t really know what you were doing. Even if it wasn’t your first time, with the wrong kind of guy…” He didn’t finish the sentence but his meaning was clear.


Kylie stared at her coffee as she slowly stirred it. She bit her lip, regretting that she had told him she wasn’t a virgin. She had said it on impulse, more to rub it in that he had missed the opportunity to have her, rather than to advertise she was no longer “innocent”.


She shrugged and glanced up at him. “Can we change the subject?”


“Sure. The next subject is dating. Can I take you out one day? One evening?”


Kylie tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder with a flick of her head and laughed. “So now you want me?”


Doug met her steady gaze and raised an eyebrow. His face was serious. “I want to get to know you better,” he said. “I’d like to date you.”


Kylie looked down at her coffee again. She carefully placed the spoon in the saucer, raised her coffee to her lips and sipped thoughtfully.


“Ask me again at the gym, tomorrow.”


Doug grinned broadly. “That’s a deal,” he said.


They finished their coffees and left the café. After saying goodbye they parted, Kylie going to her car and Doug to his.


A happy smile remained on Kylie’s face as she drove home. She had already made up her mind that she would go out with Doug. He likes me. She thought, excitedly.


Her father was just about to close the doors of the double garage when she drove up. She put her car away while he waited. She alighted from the car, flung her arms around his neck, and hugged him.


“What’s all this about, young lady?” he asked.


“Doug’s going to ask me out!”


*          *          *          *          *


“I think Kylie’s got a boyfriend,” said Angela, slipping into bed beside Jeffery and snuggling up to him. “She seems very happy.”


“She did tell me that her aerobics instructor was going to ask her out on a date,” replied Jeffery. “We’ll have to wait and see.”


Chapter 003



Dressed and ready for her aerobic session long before it was time to leave, Kylie sat impatiently sipping a glass of spring water. Her father, a can of cold beer in his hand watched her with an amused smile on his face.


“Are you gonna take your car today or not?”


Kylie glanced over at him and shrugged. The same thought had been going through her mind all day and she was still undecided. She was sure that Doug would give her a lift home if she walked to the gym.


“What do you think I should do, daddy?”


“Now that’s a hard question to ask a man, Hon.” He grinned at her and winked. “I think you should take your car and accept a date with him if he asks you out.”


“Is that daddy the father’s advice or daddy the man’s?” Her reply brought a chuckle from Jeffery.


“I think it’s the best advice for you, sweetheart. The kind of advice that your mom would have given you.”


Kylie smiled at the mention of her mother. It has been ten years since she died yet she still remembered her so clearly. Hardly a day passed without her remembering the happiness they had shared.


“Then that’s what I’ll do. I’ll take my car.” She looked at her watch and stood up. “I’d better get going. I need to get some gas.”


Kylie checked that she had her keys then gave her father a hug. “Are you going out tonight?”


“Nope. There’s a game on TV that I wanna watch.”

“Okay. See you later.” Kylie grabbed her bag containing her towels and leotard and with a final wave, left the house.


*          *          *          *          *


A group surrounded Doug Jackson when Kylie entered. He had been keeping an eye on the entrance to the gym and when she arrived, he smiled. He had worried that she might have decided not to come. Excusing himself from the group, he approached her.


“You’re late, Kylie. I thought you weren’t coming this evening”


“Sorry about that, Doug. I had to get some gas and the station down the road was closed for renovation,” she replied. “I had to go out of my way to fill my car.”


“Glad you got here.” He checked his watch then added, “You’ve three minutes to change before we start.”


He watched her hurry to the changing rooms, crying, “Hi” to the group Doug had left to greet her. He had planned to ask her out before the class began but now it would have to wait until after.


Doug waited as long as possible for her before commencing the warm up session. He saw her slip in two minutes later and join the back row, easily falling into step with the rest of the class. She grinned and waved a hand when she noticed he had seen her.


Doug introduced a new workout exercise, showing the class the routine.


“This will help develop the chest muscles for the guys and for you girls, it will help keep your breasts firm.” He waited for the class to stop laughing and caught Kylie’s eye and grinned.


The class ended with the usual cooling down exercises and he dismissed them. He followed them into the dressing rooms, showered quickly and changed. Returning to the gym, he gathered his CD’s, switched off the sound system and waited for Kylie. She was the last to emerge from the changing rooms.


He watched her walk toward him, taking note of the sway of her hips and the slight bounce of her breasts.


“You obviously don’t need a lift tonight,” he said.


She smiled sweetly at him. “No. I took my daddy’s advice and brought my car.”


“Your daddy’s advice?” His expression was part a frown and part smile. He thought it strange that she should ask for her father’s advice whether to take her car.


“Yes. He saw how embarrassed I was last Saturday and heard you drive away.” Her smile broadened and her eyes twinkled as she looked directly into his. “He also said my mom would have advised it had she been alive.”


“Oh, I’m sorry…”


“It’s okay. She died ten years ago,” said Kylie, seeing his embarrassment. “I think she’s still watching over me, though.”


Doug thought about the way Kylie had brazenly offered herself to him and wondered if her mom would have approved of that. If she was watching, maybe she knew I wouldn’t have taken advantage of her daughter, he thought.


“Changing the subject, I’m asking you again if I can take you out. Friday evening, maybe?”


“Friday? Hmmm. Let me think.” She frowned as though in deep thought, then grinned. “Yup. That will be fine. What shall I wear?”


“Anything you feel comfortable in eating at The Steak House.” Doug beamed at her. “I’ll pick you up at seven, okay?”


“ Great! I’ll try to be ready in time,” she said.


Doug walked her to her car and waved as he watched her drive away.


*          *          *          *          *


Jeffery watched as Angela sat at the dressing table brushing her hair. The light from the edge of the mirror shone through the almost transparent nightdress she wore, revealing the outline of her breasts. He never ceased to admire her beauty.


“Your hair will only get ruffled again in bed,” he said.


“I know it will, darling,” she replied. She stood up and slipped into bed with him. Turning toward him, she slipped her hand down his shorts, and resting her head on his chest, she idly fondled his genitals. Jeffery put his arm around her and gently squeezed her breast.


“Kylie’s accepted a date with her aerobics instructor,” she murmured. “He’s picking her up on Friday.”


“Good for her. She said she likes him and it’s time she went out with someone she likes.”


Jeffery’s manhood responded to Angela’s fondling and her hand began to stroke its length.


“Some father’s are jealous of their daughter going out with a mature man.”


“I’m not one of them,” said Jeffery. He turned to her and lifted her nightdress up to her waist. “Now, let’s concentrate on us.” He rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply.



Chapter 004



Kylie took her time getting ready for her date with Doug. After much deliberation, she chose a pink, short sleeve blouse with a white embroidered pattern across the front and a white skirt. A single row of pearls adorned her neck together with small pearl earrings set in gold, a birthday gift from her father. Pink shoes with heels completed her attire.


She spent twenty minutes trying to arrange her hair before finally, at her father’s suggestion, deciding to leave it loose. He always seemed to know what was best and she respected his advice.


She was checking her eye shadow and mascara when she heard the doorbell chime. Her father answered and invited Doug inside. Controlling the urge to rush downstairs, she stood in front of her full-length mirror and viewed herself.


Not too bad, she thought. Pity about that mole on my cheek. She had thought of having the small black mole surgically removed, but her father told her it might leave a scar. He said it looked cute, anyway, but to her it was a blemish and she wanted to look her best for Doug on their first date.


As she descended the stairs, her father and Doug stopped talking and turned to watch her.


Her heart began to beat a little harder when she saw Doug’s eyes widen and his face light up. His expression told her that she had made the right choice when she dressed.


“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” her father said. Kylie felt her face blush.


“She certainly does, sir” agreed Doug.


“You two go and enjoy yourselves.” Her father grinned at them. “And Doug, don’t keep her out too late.”


“No, sir. Is there a time when she should be back home?”


“I think eleven is quite late enough, don’t you?”


“I’ll make sure she is home by then, sir.”


“Get out of here. I’ve got a TV meal to cook.”


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie and Doug spent two and a half hours eating and chatting in The Steak House. When Kylie refused a third cup of coffee, Doug suggested they go for a drive.


“I know a spot by the lake that is really something at this time of year,” he said.


“Where you take all your girlfriends?” Kylie smiled impishly.


Doug peered at her for a moment before replying. “Only a couple of them but none for at least two years now.”


“You haven’t had a girlfriend for two years?” She looked at him skeptically. She couldn’t believe it. A guy with looks and charm like he had would have girls swarming over him. He could have his pick of them. She knew any one of the girls in the aerobics class would jump at the chance to go out with him.


“For the past two years before I took on the job at the gym, I was training and competing in national aerobics. There was no time for girlfriends.”


“Really? I’ve seen those competitions on television. You can do all that?”


“I could until I broke my wrist. I can’t do pushups with my left hand anymore.”


Kylie remembered seeing the competitors supporting their whole body weight doing pushups, smiling and showing no sign of strain.


“So, do you want to see this spot by the lake?”


Kylie pouted, and then said, “If it’s as good as you say, then, yes, I’d love to.”


After paying for the meal, Doug drove to the lake.


Kylie thought she knew the lake fairly well, but the spot Doug took her to was down an uneven, winding track hidden from the road. The track ended in a small clearing on the edge of the lake. He stopped the car, got out and stood gazing over the dark lake. Kylie followed him.


“What do you think?” he asked, spreading his hands to display the view.


The reflection of the almost full moon sparkled on the surface of the lake. Above the dim outline of treetops, the stars shone with an unusual brilliance. Crickets chirped all around them.


“It’s beautiful,” admitted Kylie.


“When I was a kid, I used to come here and imagine I was stranded on an island. No one ever came here then and few come here now.” He grinned as he remembered his childhood days. “I used to skinny-dip here, fighting all kinds of wild animals. Like Tarzan.”


He put his arm around her waist and chuckled. Kylie smiled as she tried to picture him as a young boy playing out his fantasies. She wondered what kind of games she would have played had her mother lived. The traumatic experience of her death had caused her to grow up much quicker than her peers.


Doug went to his car, got a rug and spread it in the grassy bank. “Here, sit down.”


He steadied her as she slipped her shoes off and sat down on the rug and then sat beside her, his arm around her. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin cotton of her blouse, penetrating through his shirt as she leaned against him.


A stray gust of wind blew her hair across his face and he breathed in the clean scent of her. As she raised a hand and pulled her hair back over her shoulder, her eyes met his and held. He couldn’t see their color in the moonlight, but knew they were deep blue. What he could see was the amused twinkle in them and the half smile that played on her full lips.


Doug realized that, after the previous Saturday, she wasn’t going to attempt any first moves. He fixed his eyes on her lips and drew her closer. She responded to the slight pressure of his arm, her lips parting slightly.


Their first kiss was the merest touch of their lips but the electrifying effect on Doug made his heart beat wildly. He kissed her again, harder this time with his arms around her, holding her close. He felt her hand on the back of his neck lightly increasing the pressure.


She yielded as he gently eased her back to lie on the rug, his kiss becoming more passionate as his tongue brushed her lips and probed deeper. As he pressed his body on hers, desiring to get as close to her as possible, he could feel her heart beating a faster rhythm than his own.


He pulled away and gazed at her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open. Her face was framed with her blonde hair, reflecting the moonlight. He looked down at her heaving chest. Her firm breasts were rising and falling with each breath. Desire compelled him to feel their softness and cupping one he gently squeezed. He felt the hard point of the firm mound in the palm of his hand. She had no need for a bra.


His fingers lightly played with the little pebble as bent his head and kissed her again, stifling a moan from her. Her fingers dug into his back, clawing, as she held him tight. Her tongue thrust in his mouth, playing with his as she made little moaning sounds through her nose.


Doug’s hand moved from her breast, over her stomach and down her thigh to the hem of her skirt then, slipping beneath it, moved up the inside of her thighs.


Kylie broke their passionate kiss, her arms tightening around him, pressing her lips against his neck. She parted her legs allowing him to explore.


Doug felt the dampness of her panties as his fingers reached higher for the waistband and tug them down. There was some resistance until she arched her back and he pulled the brief garment down over he knees. Lifting a leg, she freed a foot from the restriction of her underwear.


Kylie felt his full hand stroke her intimate place several times before he thrust first one finger then another into her, making her gasp. She threw her head back as his fingers searched and found her clitoris. He clamped his mouth over hers and kissed her hard, almost brutally as he rubbed the sensitive nub.


His hardness pressed against her thigh. She wanted to reach down, free it from the restrictions of his pants and grasp it but resisted the temptation. She wanted him to take the lead in everything and concentrated on the pleasure she was experiencing.


The first shuddering wave of ecstasy seared through her and her teeth clamped on his lip. She was dimly aware of the salty taste of his blood and crying out as the sensations swept through her body.


Before she had stopped convulsing, Doug had undone his belt, had his pants down around his ankles and was kneeling between her thighs. He was sucking the fingers that had been inside her and holding his erect staff in his hand.


Leaning forward, he thrust his hard shaft into her. The suddenness sent another shiver of pleasure through her as she felt the thickness of him penetrate her. Her legs wrapped around his thighs and gripped him.


“Doug!” His name was wrenched from her as he hit the center of her being. Her hips rose up to meet every thrust he made. His rhythm was slow and deliberate, steadily going deep and withdrawing almost fully.


She glanced at his face. His eyes were on hers, watching her expressions as he plunged in and out of her. His groans mingled with her moans. She felt she was having a continuous orgasm until, once more her insides tightened and the sensations began building to a peak.


“Doug!” Again, she screamed his name. He began pounding into her hard and fast. The mind-blowing force of her orgasm brought a long drawn out scream from her. Somewhere, far away, she heard someone roaring as hot fluid pumped into her.


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie broke away from Doug’s embrace and tender kiss. “I have to go. It’s almost eleven.” She gave him a quick kiss and got out of the car. “See you tomorrow at the gym.”


“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” said Doug. “Thanks for coming out with me.”


Kylie waved and ran to the front door and let herself in. The door to the living room was open and the light was on.


“I’m back, daddy,” she called.


“Did you have a good time, Hon?” Her father appeared at the open door.


“Oh, yes! He took me to The Steak House and then showed me a beautiful place by the lake.” She gave her father a hug and kissed his cheek. “I’m going to bed, daddy. I have to work tomorrow.”


She skipped up the stairs calling “Good night,” as she went.


Her father smiled and shook his head. He wished he still had her energy. He went back into the living room and turned off the TV and the lights, then made his way up the stairs slower than Kylie had. He passed her room and heard her singing in the shower. He smiled again and went to his room, undressed and got into bed.


*          *          *          *          *


Jeffery had almost fallen asleep when he heard Angela’s whisper.


“Don’t you want me tonight, Jeffery?” Angela cuddled up to him, pressing her breasts to his back. “Feeling a little jealous about our daughter?”


“I thought you would be asleep. Too tired,” said Jeffery, rolling over to face her. “And…no! I’m not jealous about Kylie! Where’d you get that idea from?”


“Oh, darling, I’m never too tired for you.” She kissed him tenderly. “I’m glad you’re not jealous, though. Doug made love to her tonight by the lake.”


“I suppose it had to happen sooner or later.” He stroked her back. She wasn’t wearing a nightie tonight. His hand moved lower to her buttocks, squeezed them, and then pulled her closer.


Angela felt him becoming erect and lifted her leg, clamping his hardening member between her thighs, knowing he would soon be fully erect.


“Mmmm. Do you want me on top tonight or you?”


“You. I was on top last night,” he grinned.


Chapter 005



Carefully balancing a tray with coffee, toast and marmalade on one hand, Kylie tapped on her father’s bedroom door. She waited several seconds and not getting a reply, she rapped harder. “Daddy?” There was another pause before he answered.


“Come in, Kylie.”


Her father was just sitting up; his bleary eyes peered at her as she entered, then seeing the tray, he smiled


Kylie noticed the badly ruffled covers of his bed. Still balancing the tray, she helped him to prop his pillows behind him to support his back, then laid the tray on his lap. She retrieved a pillow from the floor beside the bed and added it for extra support.


“Did you have a bad night, daddy?” she asked, attempting to straighten the covers and tuck them in.


“I don’t think so. I slept real good.”


She sniffed the air, and then opened the drapes and windows. “Smells musky in here,” she commented. “You should open your windows more often. Let the fresh air in.”


Her father took a bite of toast and munching it, he nodded. “Yes, Hon. I guess I should.”


“There’s a message for you on the answer phone. Practice is at two-thirty today instead of one.” Kylie gave him a kiss on the cheek. “I’ve got to rush to work.”


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie hated working on a Saturday but it was her turn this week. She had to go in every second week and was given a day of her choice off the following week.


Checking her watch, Kylie saw there was fifteen minutes to go before lunch. She stared at twelve large cartons delivered that morning and wondered whether to start opening them or leave them until later. She decided they could wait.


As she left the stockroom and went into the supermarket to idle away the remaining minutes, she was just in time to see Doug leave a cashier and carrying a shopping bag in each hand. Hurrying to try to catch him, she bumped into her manageress.


“What’s the hurry, Kylie?” The manageress was looking at her watch.


“Oh. I just saw someone I know and wanted to say hello.”


The woman checked her watch again. “I suppose there’s not much you can do in ten minutes. Off you go, then.”


Kylie thanked her and hurriedly tried to catch Doug before he was lost in the Saturday crowd of shoppers. Once outside the store and into the mall, she peered up and down searching for him among the milling people moving in all directions.


Damn! I’ve missed him. Disappointed, she made her way out to the car park to have her lunch at Michel’s Patisserie right opposite the enclosed mall.


As she weaved her way between cars, she caught sight of Doug with a woman. Kylie judged her to be about twenty-three. She wore white shorts and a short clinging yellow top that emphasized the fullness of her breasts. Her midriff was bare. Short, curly, auburn hair adorned her head. They were standing at the back of Doug’s car laughing at some joke as they placed shopping bags in the trunk.


With mixed feelings, Kylie stood, partially concealed behind a car, and watched. The woman playfully slapped Doug on the arm and he feigned pain. Laughing, the woman threw her arms around his neck and hugged him and Doug returned the embrace with enthusiasm. He kissed her almost passionately before the woman laughingly broke away. They then got into the car and drove away toward the exit.


Her heart heavy and her mind confused, Kylie wondered who the woman was and what kind of relationship she and Doug shared.


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie’s father glanced at the wall clock and noted it was a few minutes past seven. He could hear his daughter busy doing something in the kitchen and knew she always started to get ready at six-thirty, as her classes began at seven-thirty.


“Kylie!” he yelled. “It’s gone seven! Aren’t you going to your aerobics?”


“I don’t feel like going today, daddy,” she called back, her voice terse.


Jeffery’s brow creased into a frown. Something was wrong. Now that Kylie and Doug had dated and, according to Angela, made love, he had thought she would be bubbling over and keen to see him.


Her turned down the sound of the TV he had been watching and went to the kitchen and observed her from the doorway. She was just transferring the dishes from the dishwasher and putting them away.


“What’s wrong, Hon?”


Kylie didn’t look up. “Nothing’s wrong. I just don’t feel like going.”


“You and Doug okay?”


Kylie paused for a second. “Fine. We’re good friends.” She closed the cabinet doors and wiped the dishwasher down. “I’ll be going to the classes next week.”


It was obvious to him that she did not intend to tell him what was on her mind. “So what are you doing tonight? There’s a great match on TV and I know that won’t interest you.”


“Daddy, you watch the match. I have things to do in my room.”


Jeffery shrugged and returned to the living room as Kylie went to her room.


*          *          *          *          *


Jeffery switched off the TV with a grin on his face. The team he was hoping to win had not disappointed him. The match had been close right from the start and he was glad he had stayed up to see the end.


He checked the house was secure and went upstairs. As he passed Kylie’s room, he heard soft music playing.


Sounds kinda sad music, that, he thought. Something’s happened.


He pondered whether to knock and see if she was okay, then decided to leave her alone. He knew his daughter well enough to know she would tell him what was bothering her when she was ready. Shaking his head, he went to his bedroom.


 Angela was already there and waiting for him. She was lying on the bed, on top of the covers and reading a book, which she laid aside as he entered. Jeffery’s eyes widened when he saw she was wearing a black see-through negligee, one he had not seen before.


Angela arched her back languidly and smiled. “Do you like it, Jeffery?”


“Oh, yes. You look beautiful.”


She ran her hands slowly over her body starting at her breasts and down to her thighs.


“Thank you, Darling. I want tonight to be special for you.”


She swung her legs off the bed and went to him. She slipped her hands beneath his shirt and eased it up to his armpits and, as his chest was exposed, she kissed his nipple gently then sucked it hard.


As she sucked, he felt her tongue circling the hardening bud slowly. Her tongue moved across his chest to his other nipple and repeated the sucking and licking while she undid his belt.


He reached to slip her negligee off her shoulders, but she stopped him and looked him in the eye.


“Patience, my Darling. I am in control right now,” she whispered. She continued to remove his belt and undo his fly, then she eased his pants down over his hips and they fell to his ankles.


She giggled when she saw his erection straining against his boxer shorts. “It takes so little to arouse you doesn’t it?” She held his organ lightly through the thin material, and whispered to it. “You, my wonderful hard treasure, are going to give me so much pleasure.”


She kneeled down before him and slowly pulled his shorts down. Very carefully, she stretched the waistband over his erection. She gave its tip a light kiss and continued to remove his shorts.


She lifted his foot and kissed each toe, then ran her hands up his one sturdy tanned legs feeling the hairs tickle her fingers and palms. When her hands reached the top of his thighs, she stopped.


She glanced up at him and smiled as he wrenched his shirt off and threw it aside. It wasn’t often he was naked before she was. Her wonderful man usually had her stripped before he even began to undress.


She looked at his hard, pulsing shaft just inches from her face. Taking it in her hand, she held it to her cheek and closed her eyes. She could feel it throbbing and marveled at the power of the organ. It had the power to give so much delight. It had the power to pierce her and make her writhe with pleasure, to make her whole body shudder uncontrollably. To probe into the center of her being as it had done so many times.


Her eyes still closed, she kissed the base of this wonderful engine of love. Her lips dragged along its length to the tip and then she opened her eyes. Her mouth opened wide and she engulfed the engorged head. Sliding her lips down the staff slowly, she took it down her throat until her mouth reached his pubic hair.


She heard Jeffery groan. She knew he liked her to do this and she would do anything for him. She felt his hands on her head and his fingers entwine in her hair. She began to withdraw slowly, her lips firmly around the organ until they reached the throbbing head. Her throat had adjusted to its thickness and once more slid it down her throat, faster this time, and again, withdrew.


His groans urged her to move faster, taking him in as far as she could and withdrawing almost fully at ever-increasing pace. Her ears were listening to his groans and his breathing for the sign that would tell her he was about to ejaculate.


Her own excitement at pleasuring him almost made her miss the vital telltale sounds and she withdrew from him completely just in time. She wanted more from him yet. She stood up and slipped off her negligee, allowing it to drop to the floor.


She stood before him, her arms outstretched and thrusting out her perfect breasts as Jeffery’s lustful gaze swept over her. He ignored the sensations within him that had almost reached a peak and concentrated on her beauty. Her pink nipples were hard, begging to be sucked and played with. Her slim waist and flat tummy had always delighted him as he kissed and caressed her. Those rounded hips that swayed seductively as she walked.


She was standing with her feet together. Where her thighs met, her light brown, almost blonde curls glistened with dampness.


Angela watched with a smile as he examined her.


“I’m yours, Darling,” she whispered, “all yours, completely.”


Jeffery went to her and kissed her long and deeply. The contrast of her soft, supple body pressed against his own hard, muscular frame excited him even more. She seemed so fragile.


He picked her up and laid her gently on the bed. Her eyes looked into his lovingly.


“Ravish me, my love,” she said. “Take me any way you desire.”


“I will, Precious,” he replied hoarsely.


As he climbed on the bed between her legs, she bent her knees and spread them wide to give him better access. She felt his tongue wetly licking the inside of her thighs.  She closed her eyes as her arousal increased. He usually began his lovemaking by fondling and sucking her breasts.


His tongue reached the top of her thighs and he stopped.


“Don’t stop,” she breathed. “Push your tongue deep into me.”


He grabbed a pillow and roughly lifting her, he thrust it under her buttocks then returned his attention to her moist vagina. She felt his tongue ravishing her labia before suddenly thrusting into her. She shivered with delight and knew her juices were flowing for him to taste.


“I’m your whore, Baby. Treat me like one,” she gasped.


Jeffery thrust a finger into her anus as his teeth closed over her clit and tugged gently. She moaned as her body shuddered with pleasure then felt another finger inserted roughly into her rear opening. The sudden pain contrasted with the pleasure of her clit being nibbled and sucked and she cried out loudly.


His fingers thrust in and out of her, twisting one way and then the other. She relaxed her muscles and concentrated on the sensations she was receiving. Another orgasm shivered through her as he removed his fingers.


He rose up and she felt his hard penis thrust into the gaping hole his fingers had just left. Her feet pressed down on the bed, raising her higher as he relentlessly rammed his member deep into her. She reached down and rubbed her clit as he pounded in and out of her anus.


“Yes, baby. Give it to me,” she cried, thankful for being blessed with multi-orgasmic ability as yet another seared through her.


Jeffery withdrew from her anus and plunged his organ into her vagina. His hands grasped and mauled her breasts, pinching and pulling at her nipples.


“Every hole you have, my love,” he grunted.


Angela wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his body, pulling him closer.


“Fuck me, darling. Fuck your little whore hard.”


His lips crushed down on hers for a moment then he shouted. She felt his hot fluid spurt inside her. Her hips gyrated bringing on a final explosive orgasm and her moans joined his groans.


*          *          *          *          *


Kylie lay in bed looking at the face of the sleeping man next to her, her heart beating hard as she thought about the deep love she had for him. She thought about how their love for each other had grown over the years.


Her mother’s death had devastated her and as an eight year-old, she couldn’t cope with the fact her mother had gone for good. Many nights she had lain in bed crying, grieving for the loss of her mother’s tender arms and companionship.


Her father, hearing her weeping, would come into her room and sit on her bed to comfort her as his own tears fell from his eyes.


There were times when he didn’t hear her sobs and she would creep into his room, often hoping to see her mother lying in the bed with him, and wake him. He used to throw the covers back and allow her to cuddle up and sleep with him.


Kylie reached out and gently pushed a lock of hair from her father’s forehead and smiled. Jeffery opened his eyes and looked at her.


“Angela. You still here?”


Kylie leaned forward and kissed him. “Yes, Jeffery…daddy,” she replied. “I’m still here.”


He sat up, concern written on his face. “You called me ‘daddy’.”


“Daddy, Jeffery…it doesn’t matter any more. I’m in love with you both.” She laughed at his bewildered expression.


“I think we should thank Doug for letting me see reality.” She climbed onto his lap, facing him and put her arms around his neck. “He has a girlfriend.”


Jeffery frowned, not understanding what was happening.


“Who are you? Kylie or Angela?”


“I’m both now. Both at the same time,” she said excitedly. “All these years I didn’t know who I was. When I was Kylie, I was your daughter and Angela was my dead mother. When I was Angela, I was mom and your lover. Last night, everything became clear to me.  I was devastated at Doug having a girlfriend. I thought I had lost another one that I loved and something snapped.”


She climbed on top of him and sat astride him. Her eyes shining brightly as she gazed down at him.


“Now I know who I am. I am your daughter and your lover. You are my father and my lover. Thank you for helping me all these years.”


She bent her head and kissed him tenderly.


She no longer had a dual personality.


The End


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