Kaitlyn in the Doorway Ch. 02

Kaitlyn Comes Home

Kaitlyn sits near the back of the Greyhound bus. Her mind has the free form flow of the sleep deprived as snippets of the past two months play back to her.

Late May, her father, a photo journalist, had been given an assignment out of the country. Kaitlyn's mother had passed away when Kaitlyn was a little girl and with no siblings or relatives nearby her dad had deemed a summer alone for his 18 year old high school graduate unacceptable. He had called up his big sister, Sarah, to see if Kaitlyn could come live with them. Sarah and her husband had no children and happily agreed to help. Sarah's husband, Paul, was a writer which was an interest of Kaitlyn's and an added bonus as far as Kaitlyn's father was concerned. It was settled.

As the miles roll by, Kaitly remembers being okay with this idea when her dad first suggested it. She had just broken up with her long-time boyfriend and a change of scenery would do her good, she had thought. Plus, Kaitlyn had always liked Uncle Paul and Aunt Sarah. They were nice, funny, articulate, attractive people.

Of course nothing could have prepared her for what came next, for the way she felt the first time Uncle Paul took ownership of her tight, 5'1" body with his piercing blue eyes. Later that night, as she'd stroked her ravenous pussy with the thought of his expression still fresh, she'd heard the floor boards creaking and known he was listening. Each night after, she gave him more, eventually opening the door, wordlessly inviting him to use her as he wished.

She squirms in her seat, remembering the first time he'd actually entered her room, how thrilling it was to spread for him, play for him and how grateful she was when he'd finally revealed his beautiful cock to her and then shot that first load of his cum onto her firm tits and tight tummy.

It was like they had scripted it all in advance, it had all happened so easily. Uncle Paul and Aunt Sarah's sturdy, comfortable, independence-based marriage had allowed for this hidden development as Kaitlyn happily fell into the role she was born to play - Uncle Paul's fuck toy.

The scenes cascade now. Kaitlyn on all fours, fucked roughly by Uncle Paul's fingers, then his cock; Kaitlyn taking load after load of Uncle Paul's hot cum on her face, her tits, her ass, her hair, absolutely anywhere he desired; Kaitlyn surrounded by Uncle Paul's music friends as they used her whore body in the basement, each of them coating her skin until Uncle Paul finally fed her famished slut pussy.

She feels moisture pooling in the crotch of her panties as the spinning memory wheel lands on last night, late.

Kaitlyn in the doorway.

Drawn by the sounds of grunts and moans she had walked from her room, down the hall, to the study where she'd found Aunt Sarah, big, full, beautiful tits spilling out of her thin nightgown, being fucked visciously from behind by Uncle Paul until they climaxed in sequence, first Sarah then Paul.

The couple had looked up to find her standing there, naked and wet, and the moment had been surprisingly comfortable. Uncle Paul had crossed the room and whispered his instructions. Kaitlyn had walked to Aunt Sarah, taken her by the hand, guided her onto the edge of the desk, then knelt on the floor in front of her. Uncle Paul's cum oozed slowly out of the older woman's sensitive cunt and Kaitlyn eagerly angled her head, her face, in close, to eat it up as it appeared.

Gradually, she started sucking Aunt Sarah's pussy in earnest and soon her aunt's cum was mixing with her uncle's. Kaitlyn was drunk from the heady mixture. By the time Uncle Paul finally slid his cock into her, she was as ready to explode as she had ever been, and came in a violent shudder as he pulled out and coated her with one final batch of his thick spunk, which Aunt Sarah happily licked off her tits.

She lays her jacket across her lap, remembering over and over. She slips her right hand up down the front her shorts and easily rubs herself to climax, grateful for the cover of the engine and the road.

*************

What's wrong?" Kaitlyn's father, Steven, asks, 15 minutes into their ride home from the bus station.

The summer catch-up session had given way to silence and Steven can tell something is up. Kaitlyn seems sad, distant.

"Nothing," she says, her gaze fixed on the passing scenery.

They'd always talked. Always shared. But he never forced it, and wouldn't now.

Back home, Kaitlyn goes to her room to unpack. Steven retreats to his office where he answers emails and touches up a recent batch of photographs. He hears a shower running and notices the volume is louder than normal. Curious, he leaves his office and walks upstairs. The bathroom door is slightly ajar, hence the heightened water noise, and he can see Kaitlyn's reflection in the mirror.

"Impressive," he thinks before he can stop himself.

His little girl is fully formed now, a woman. Her breasts are shapely and firm, their nipples hardened by the water's blast. Her ass is full and round. She is sexy. No two ways about it.

This reflexive, almost objective, admiration becomes something different when he sees her plant a foot up on the side of the tub, reach for a hairbrush, and slide it intently along the slit of her pussy.

He knows he should turn away, but he can't. He steps to the side, just out of view, but continues to observe as she fucks herself firmly with the thick plastic handle. Moments later, she shudders a climax, frozen for a moment, then fluid again. She reaches out of the shower for her phone and quickly types something into it. She looks at the mirror and he shifts away just before she can spy him there.

Her melancholy mood persists and he gives her space. But her funk, combined with the little show he had witnessed in the bathroom, prompts him to do something he has never done - invade her privacy. He grabs her phone the first moment she leaves it alone, quickly plugs in her pass key and goes to her text messages. The most recent conversation is with a number he does not recognize. He reads, his heart pounding.

Kaitlyn - In the shower now.

Stranger - get yourself off for me, slut.

Kaitlyn - Oh fuck! I just came so fucking hard for you.

Stranger - good girl.

Kaitlyn - Thank you Uncle Paul. I miss your cock...and Aunt Sarah's sweet pussy.

Paul - I love it when you use your dirty words.

Steven is stunned. The sound of soft footsteps forces him to life and he quickly sets the phone down. When Kaitlyn enters the room he mumbles something about not feeling well and hurries away.

Late that night the words and images play over and over in his head. Kaitlyn, naked, fucking herself with a brush. The dirty words she'd typed to Paul. Paul! Uncle Fucking Paul! The mention of Kaitlyn's Aunt, Steven's sister, Sarah. He had been horrified, yes, but that gave way fairly quickly to something different.

The truth is, Steven is turned on. He is as hard as a rock and fighting the urge to jack off to the memory of his naked daughter's orgasm. He tugs himself now, through his sweat pants, replaying her nasty texts. Without allowing himself a moment to hesitate, he leaves the room and walks quickly, through the quiet and the dark, to Kaitlyn's room.

She's sleeping, naked, her phone resting on the bed, by her hand. Her room smells like cunt and cum and he knows she fell to sleep playing with herself.

"She looks just like her mother," Steven thinks, as he pushes his sweat pants to the ground and moves closer. "Smells like her too."

Steven roughly grabs Kaitlyn's head, lifts it slightly from the pillow, holds it still. He shoves his hard cock into her mouth and she gags instantly, confused as she awakens.

"Uncle Paul can't fuck you like I will," Steven seethes, his hips swaying slightly as he fucks Kaitlyn's face. Tears fall from her eyes but she works, as Uncle Paul had taught her, to relax, to open, to deep throat this giant dick. "From now on, fucking sexy slut daughter of mine, you are mine, not his - to do with as I please."

With that, he pulls his shaft from between her lips and jerks a monster load out onto her face and hair and tits.

"Sleep that way," he says coldly, then leaves.

Kaitlyn lays back down, feels the warm cum all over her, and smiles for the first time since coming home.