A Lost Daughter Ch 30

After stepping back inside of the salon, the transformation commenced. Over the next several hours Hannah was subject to a whole host of hair, cosmetic, nail, and brow treatments. Her skin was moisturized, then painted, her hair was cut, her acrylic nails were attached, all while Sienna stepped outside to have a cigarette every 20-30 minutes. Amber joined her on several occasions, as did Kayla, but Melanie remained inside working her magic on the awestruck redheaded teenager who barely uttered a single word the entire time.

Melanie did her duty as a bubbly customer service employee to ask her questions about herself and try to start conversation, but that mostly resulted in one-word answers from the bewildered young lady. It was clear that Hannah was overstimulated and overwhelmed with a mix of emotions and was watching her own transformation through the reflection in the mirror like she was having an out-of-body experience.

After her face was prepped with sprays and foundations and her hair was cut, conditioned, and then volumized, but before either were styled and completed Melanie finally let out a huff and placed her hands on the hips of her hourglass figure.

"Okay, next is the really fun part where all the prep work ends and the final results start to get revealed," she said.

Hannah's face was unreadable as she listened to the stylist, and with all the creams and potions on her face and hair clipped and bunched in a pre-styled limbo state she looked like a 'work in progress' in the truest sense.

"You should take a break before we hit the final stretch," Sienna encouraged from the salon chair next to Hannah.

Melanie nodded to her reflection in the mirror with a tight-lipped expression.

"Yeah, that's probably a good idea," she agreed.

I caught the sly grin on Sienna's face as her attempt to influence Melanie was successful. They trailed to the back, and while I hadn't been present for most of Sienna's recent smoke breaks as of late in order to avoid looking like a weirdo dad-sized puppy--I knew that Sienna was going to concoct a reason for me to follow her outside this time.

"Daddy, you wanna join us for a chat outside?" she bubbled playfully.

Her tone and word choice teetered on the edge of inappropriate for a father and daughter, but if Melanie noticed it, she didn't give anything away based on her facial expression.

"Sure," I said as I followed her to the back of the salon.

Sienna and I went directly outside but Melanie went back to the employee area first, likely to go to the bathroom. A few minutes later, after Sienna had already lit herself up Melanie stepped outside to join us with a sugar-free Red Bull in her hands.

"Lunch," she said with a smirk, motioning to the can in her hands.

Melanie and I hadn't had much interaction during the day and sharing a smile with her for a moment was electric. The woman was beautiful on a level my brain could barely understand. But it only lasted a moment and then she was leaning against the wall, sipping her 'lunch' and scrolling her phone. I did notice her eye Sienna a few times, who was languidly enjoying her cigarette only a few feet away from where she stood.

"So, what do you think of Hannah's make-over so far?" Sienna asked me.

"I think the decisions you guys made are going to turn out really well, I'm excited for her to see herself at the end," I answered.

This seemed to satisfy Sienna, who was probably just trying to justify my having come outside with her in front of Melanie.

"Where's mom and Kayla?" She followed up.

"I think they said they were going to check out a few stores and maybe the food court, Kayla was whining about going to some pretzel place," I replied.

I saw Melanie roll her eyes and nod.

"I hate that place, makes it so hard to stick to low-carb while I'm at work," she said.

For a few more moments there was silence, before Sienna began to work on Melanie again in exactly the way I had anticipated.

"You're doing pretty good so far on not vaping, you haven't even hit it once since this morning huh?" she commented.

I noticed a grim expression spread across Melanie's beautiful features before she replied.

"Yeah, and I'm so close to caving. My vape is almost empty and I want to make it last at least until the end of the day. I want to hit it, but if I do, then I'll probably buy another one on the way home and this shit will never end," she replied.

Her tone had lost most of the bubbly nature for the first time I'd noticed that day and accompanied by the first curse word I'd heard from her this was obviously a frustrating topic for her. She took a long sip of her energy drink and then followed it up with a deep breath.

"You wanna drag? Might keep the cravings down so you can make it home without a new vape," Sienna offered.

It was so nonchalant and nonjudgmental that she might as well have been offering any number of innocuous items. It seemed to catch Melanie off-guard who didn't know quite how to respond, tripping over her response with an open mouth. Sienna was holding the quarter of a cigarette out towards Melanie with an impassive face that indicated none of the dark thoughts hidden behind it.

"I'll probably regret it, but what the hell?" She responded finally.

She reached out her slender, feminine fingers with perfectly manicured nails outfitted with expensive acrylics in the elegant French tip design. As her fingers slid over Sienna's to accept the cigarette, I felt like my heart was having palpitations. I had seen a lot of incredible things in my life, so I was a little bit surprised by how much I was anticipating this very unexpected treat.

Besides being the type of gorgeous that one might only see on the covers of magazines, Melanie could not have looked less like a woman who would smoke a cigarette. She was immaculately dressed and styled and everything about her from her pore less skin, flawless make-up and hair, and gleaming white teeth said that this woman was a carefully crafted vision of health and beauty. The incongruous nature of seeing a woman like this smoke a cigarette was absolutely something that would be seared into my memory banks for as long as I had a functioning brain stem.

She brought the cigarette up to her thick, painted lips and took a somewhat ginger drag by placing the filter just on the edge of her mouth. It was the cigarette smoker's equivalent to a 'sip,' and it was a brief moment of suction and then a quick, no-nonsense inhale. Once her lungs had been filled with smoke though, her eyes fluttered and her posture relaxed to reveal a woman who had been on the ragged edge of nicotine withdrawal.

She seemed to hold on to the satisfaction of the moment and regret having to end it by exhaling the smoke, but she did so with a practiced grace and elegance through pursed lips and a tight stream.

"Just like you remember?" Sienna asked, already smoking a newly lit cigarette herself.

Melanie took a deep breath and seemed to center herself back in the present moment before answering.

"Better, I smoked Marlboro Lights, and I've never had these minty ones. If I had, I'm not sure I would have been able to quit," she said with a soft chuckle.

"They're menthol, you like them?" Sienna asked.

"I wish the answer was no, but yeah, I do like them," she admitted.

I saw Melanie look at Sienna then, noticing that she had already lit herself another cigarette so handing back the cigarette currently burning between her fingers was unnecessary. A very calculated move by the ever-devious Sienna that had created another opportunity for Melanie to get swept back up into the arms of addiction.

"Keep it, it's almost dead anyways," Sienna offered casually.

In truth, there was probably several drags left on the Newport that Melanie was still holding. I watched in silence as the options whirled around in her head and wondered what she would choose to do. In the end, she did nothing. She simply leaned back against the wall with the cigarette burning between her fingers while she smoked it and scrolled on her phone.

I tried not to stare every time she brought the cigarette up for another drag, but it was probably no use as I was practically salivating at the sight. It had already been hard for me to avoid looking suspicious while I ogled my smoking daughter in public, but with having both her and Melanie smoking mere feet away from me I was quite helpless.

For her part Melanie never seemed to notice, and ended up getting four drags out of the dwindling cigarette before she dropped it on the ground and stamped it out with expensive black pumps. Her last exhale in the middle of grounding out the butt was glorious, as her angle shifted to catch the scant sunlight behind her to create a natural backlight. Her lips pursed dramatically as a thick stream of smoke was released into the air and it trailed around her like a smokey aura.

I was now rock hard and tried to conceal it with my thigh, standing somewhat awkwardly and trying to avoid eye contact. Sienna smirked at my pained expressed and strange movements, but Melanie thankfully didn't seem to notice.

"See you guys inside," Melanie chirped as she stepped back through the door to the salon.

After the door was closed behind her Sienna stood up from the plastic chair she had been sitting in and sauntered up to me. Her hand immediately went to my crotch, rubbing my erection through the fabric of my jeans.

"You liked that, didn't you daddy?" she purred through a smokey exhale.

I nodded, caught wordless by the pleasure of her touch.

I instinctively reached out my left hand and caressed her bulging pregnant belly, the firmness of it mirroring the firmness in my pants.

"Think she's going to buy a pack on the way home?" Sienna asked playfully.

I let my hand roam up from her belly to her swollen tits and began to knead them through the soft fabric of her top.

"I hope so," I breathed.

I knew we couldn't risk doing anything out here and Sienna would be needed inside very soon, but the magic of the moment and having been deprived of touching her for only a day had me lost in lust momentarily.

"You're going to fuck my little sister, aren't you?" Sienna challenged, changing the subject.

I wasn't sure what to say because I wasn't sure what I felt about it yet. I was certainly never far from imagining more corruption, regardless of the target, but Hannah seemed like the most dangerous conquest our twisted little family had ever attempted. The consequences of success seemed like enough of a deterrent that even considering it was foolish.

"I don't think it's a good idea," I protested weakly, still rubbing and touching the breasts and belly of my daughter's pregnant form.

Sienna let out an audible pout while in the middle of a powerful drag on her cigarette, and once done dragging she removed the filter from her thick, red lips and performed a massive snap inhale with practiced ease.

"Taste me," she breathed while arching her back and tilting her head.

I fell into her smokey rapture willingly, leaning down to place my hand under her chin and pressing my lips against hers firmly. As we began to kiss, and our tongues swirled around each other she began to release the contents of her lungs, and her toxic taste sent even more blood to my strained nether regions. She was still touching me there and let out a soft purr while we kissed when she noticed how hard I was getting.

When our kiss finally broke, she peered up at me somewhat breathless.

"I'm going to twist Hannah into another pleasure-seeking slut for you to fuck and use," she husked.

It didn't seem like a question to me, and I didn't exactly have a good rebuttal to such a bold declaration.

"Ben and Julia are--" I began but was cut off almost immediately.

"Fuck them, they can't do anything. Once Hannah takes your cock, she'll be ours forever," Sienna panted.

It was clear to me that Sienna was getting herself very worked up, and I worried how she was going to calm down enough to re-enter the salon with enough composure to avoid drawing suspicion.

"I need another one," she said as she flicked her spent butt to the ground and went back to her purse next to the chair. She bent over and grabbed it, revealing her bare ass and meaty cunt on full display underneath the scant concealment of her black nylon mini skirt.

She lit her third successive cigarette in a row and then made her way back to me as I leaned against the wall, trying to recompose myself.

"My pussy is on fire daddy, please," Sienna whined through a smokey exhale complete with puppy eyes.

I grabbed her by the shoulders and guided her around to the wall, pressing her shoulders against the brick in silent instruction. She accepted my guidance without question, and maintained eye contact the entire time with a gaze that beckoned me unendingly. I kneeled down and tucked my head under her skirt, grabbing her hips with both my hands in an additional gesture of support. She bowed her knees a little bit and shifted her weight against the wall, allowing full display of her glistening labia.

"Oh daddy, eat my pregnant pussy," she moaned, realizing now the extent of my intentions.

I dove in and began lapping at her like a hungry dog. The thick folds of her sex were coated with her need for me, and I tasted the slick saltiness of her desire. She moaned and dug her long nails into the back of my head, thrusting her hips towards me and my relentless tongue. I parted her lips with the pressure of my tongue, starting at the bottom of her labia and making my way up to her clit. Once there I sucked and slurped intensely, eliciting a series of moans from Sienna, before I moved back down again.

"Holy shit, that feels so fucking good," she panted.

Each time I would assault her clit she would clutch my head and press herself against me, trying to protest my inevitable conclusion. As I devoured her ravenously my hands roamed her, grabbing and touching and squeezing. I let them roam the rotund belly filled with the fruit of our incestuous union, feeling the taut skin stretched around the life that was growing in opposition to all concepts of decency. My forehead was constantly brushing up against the dramatic curve of her belly and each time I felt it loom above me I felt my need for her grow.

As I fought against the dull ache of my tongue and directed it to continue pleasuring Sienna, I let my hands find their way to the bulbous orbs of her toned ass. I dug my fingers into her petal-soft skin, kneading the knotted muscle of her glutes and pulling her into me as I continued feasting. I communicated my possessiveness in the way I clutched and fed on her, and she arched her back and swiveled her hips in welcome acceptance of my ministrations.

"Ohh fuuuck, this is your pussy daddy, yours," she panted, recognizing my non-verbal communication and confirming it's meaning.

Her breathing was becoming ragged, and her heat was intensifying, my teasing pushing her to the edge of orgasm. She whimpered each time my tongue and lips left her swollen clit to return to the leaking entrance of her pussy and meaty folds of her labia. She intermittently broke out into full-body shivering as her anticipation for a release reached its zenith and I pressed all the way to the edge before pulling back.

"Please daddy, make me cum I'm so close," Sienna whined pathetically.

I decided to give her what she asked for, and while rubbing and touching the bulging belly of our child I ate her pregnant cunt with a fervor thus far unseen. Her moans increased in pitch and neediness, and as my mouth found her clit for the final time her nails were clawing at the back of my head in animal need as she thrust herself into me.

"Yes, yes, I'm gonna fucking cum," she cried out finally.

Signaled by a brief moment of silence as her body seized and her breath hitched, Sienna was overcome by her climax. She writhed against the wall, and I steadied her shaky knees with a powerful grip on her hips, as her hands wrapped around my head for support.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck," she moaned as cascading waves of pleasure crashed through her and the heat and moisture of her pussy marked my face.

Her flavor was strong, and I wondered if her womanly essence was being strengthened by her pregnancy as it coated my tongue and trickled down my throat. I swallowed it greedily, beckoning her to give me more and more as I welcomed her love to fill me up.

"Daddy, yes, I love when you want me like this," she whined, shuddering several times as the orgasm began to crest.

I didn't answer, only continued lapping at her middle, widening my focus to include the inner and outer folds of her labia to where she had painted her inner thighs. I traced my tongue along each fold, each stained patch of soft white skin that offered up a deposit for me to enjoy. Sienna moaned softly and whispered all kinds of loving words of appreciation and devotion while I cleaned her, the nails that were digging into my head moments before now running through my hair in gentle adoration.

Once I was satisfied with my work I stood up, my knees slightly sore from my awkward position as I had been kneeling down but not resting my knees on the concrete in an effort to stay clean. Sienna hugged me immediately and that steadied me for the moment as I breathed in her smokey scent and felt the warmth of our child between us.

"I love you, I do it all for you and for us," she whispered to me as we embraced.

I reached my right hand up behind her and softly caressed the back of her head, enjoying the silkiness of her hair. I felt her soft kisses on the crook of my neck and a nibble on my earlobe, a sensation that combined with her hot breath to send a shiver of enjoyment to travel up my spine. I inhaled her scent again, the acrid harshness of fresh cigarette smoke and stale ash mixing with the fruity femininity of her shampoo and perfume with a splash of musky fresh pussy creating a heady concoction that made my mouth water even now.

"I know baby, and I appreciate it more than I can ever even attempt to describe," I soothed.

After several more moments of holding each other, we scanned ourselves for signs that we had been up to no good, and when we were satisfied, we stepped back inside the salon to witness the conclusion of Hannah's transformation.

Thankfully we hadn't missed much, and we were privy to the final stages of Hannah's reintroduction from a frumpy wallflower to a fiery sexpot. When all was said and done it was hard not to stare at her, despite my attempts at being discreet and respectful. From head-to-toe she was a bountiful display of womanly beauty and sexual allure and even Melanie seemed genuinely impressed.

"I've been doing this for a while now, and this might be my finest work yet," she appraised with a gleaming smile.

"Yeah, wow, I can't believe how good she looks," Kayla agreed as if she were assessing the quality of a championship thoroughbred instead of a human being.

"Fuck Han, you look like a goddess. This is crazy," Sienna added.

"Beautiful, just beautiful wow," Amber said.

I withheld my opinion for the time being as I watched Hannah stare at herself through the reflection in the mirror, entranced by the stranger that stared back at her and unwilling or unable to even stand up from the salon chair.

"Well, what do you think? Do you like it?" Melanie asked, obviously hoping to hear praise for nearly six hours of her effort.

She didn't immediately respond, and it was hard to determine based on her blank expression what she was thinking. She stood up slowly from the chair, staring at herself the entire time like she was trying to wake from a dream. After standing she tried to flatten her tiny black sweater, running her hands down it in an impotent attempt to extend the fabric. She did the same to the shiny white miniskirt, which was equally resistant to her attempts to magically elongate it to cover more of her bare skin.