Psych! This is now a THREE-part chapter in a chronologically and procedurally arranged series; I'd recommend that you start with Ch. 1 of How to Train Your Daughter to get your bearings (which also happens to be one of the most popular chapters), or at least read Ch. 2, which is a very short synopsis of the rules of the universe in these stories, but at this point the story has grown mature enough you're probably best off simply reading through in order.
This series deals with first-time, free-use, age difference, light BDSM/noncon, and light incest.
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Robert
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'Dear, darling Elizabeth, it's so good to see you,' the new, booming voice said. 'My, how you've grown. It's been what, almost four years?'
'I'm so happy to see you too, Uncle Jack!' Elizabeth's frantic, overly-excited voice was momentarily muffled, and Jennifer guessed she was hugging the man. 'It was just before I left for school in Chicago, so, yeah! But pappa, I thought...'
Jennifer, her naked, freshly-orgasmed young body glistening under a sheen of sweat, stood stock-still, not daring to breathe, as if she were hiding from a T-Rex. She knew this was ridiculous, since of course surely the men had already seen her, but it seemed the natural thing to do when she was blindfolded and bound. Then again, it was kind of the only thing she could do. Holy cow, were they in trouble.
'Well, goodness, you're beautiful, sweet girl,' the strange voice said. 'I'll need to take a closer look at you in a minute, but what in blazes are you up to back here? Of course, you haven't changed a bit-I shouldn't be surprised that the first time I see you in years you're naked and in suspicious circumstances, my little pirate princess.'
The laugh boomed again, this time joined by Elizabeth's musical-if somewhat forced-giggle, and Jennifer heard a little flurry of activity as her friend dashed back and forth between her grandfather and his brother in a desperate attempt to buy time and head them off and somehow get out of this situation without getting in too much trouble.
'We had just gotten to the golf course when I told uncle Jack you'd been staying here while you celebrated your Festival,' Martin explained. 'He's only in town for a couple days, and he's leaving tomorrow and so are you, and he got so excited about having a chance to enjoy you before then that we decided against golf and came back here. But first, Elizabeth, would you like to explain yourself?'
Jennifer could clearly envision Martin's full, white beard and spectacles; while he normally was jolly and kind, with a twinkle in his eye, now she heard an edge of concern and disappointment in his bluff voice.
Elizabeth's reply made it sound as if she had been so focused on greeting the two men that she had not even noticed Jennifer's presence until this very minute, now that her grandfather had pointed out the naked girl tied up in the corner of his yard.
'Oh, pappa, it's Jennifer Stevenson, from the party the other day! She came over so we could do a little photo shoot for our training profiles!'
'Of course,' Martin replied, 'I'd recognize those lovely little breasts and that delightful pussy anywhere. Jennifer's father and I met last year and became good friends, Jack, and she and her little twin sisters were delightful weekend cruise guests on the boat this summer. Charming, beautiful girls, and very mature and generous with their bodies.
'I had a little old-fashioned father-daughter party here this weekend, and Jennifer and her father joined us. A delightful girl. An absolute pleasure to work with, and usually very well-behaved. This is something to behold, and quite unexpected. I can't imagine what her father would say if he were here to see this. Hello, child.'
Jennifer, mortified to have been caught without any possible excuse in a serious departure from her blameless reputation, mustered a feeble wave of her fingers through the thick leather cuff that held her wrist high above her head and succeeded marginally in her attempt at a nonchalant tone.
Taking Elizabeth's cue, perhaps they could just play this off as a misunderstanding and pretend they didn't know what they were doing. Uggghhh, they were in so much trouble.
'Hi, Mr. Davis! Good to see you again—I mean, I can't see you, because of the...I mean, it would be good to see you...uh, I guess you can see all of me, though--'
She stopped short, her breath catching. Some way, she couldn't say for sure how, she sensed a powerful presence move near to her. Perhaps it was just the movement of the air, or radiating body heat. There was no sound, no steps. But it was there.
A sudden pleasurable tingle in the back of her skull greeted the fresh, invigorating scents of Kiehl's soap and Old Spice as they made their way to her; beneath them, intertwined with a robust base of male musk that the Old Spice could only complement, not eliminate, faint notes of tobacco and diesel caused Jennifer's nostrils to flare and an involuntary shudder to rock her body, deep twinges of instinctive desire and fear rending her belly. He was so close.
She was about to venture a tentative greeting, suppressing her overwhelming urge to cry out to have the blindfold removed, to be released, to be touched, to not be hurt, when just as suddenly as she felt him arrive, he was gone again.
His booming voice came again, this time from closer to the patio.
'Pirate princess, did you tie your friend up here?'
