This work of fiction features incest combined with hard BDSM, so please stop reading right here if you don't like the juxtaposition. There's plenty of both. To phrase it differently, this story contains harsh BDSM with incest and incest with harsh BDSM, so please don't read and submit an irate comment(s) if you object to the mix of these two genres.
Otherwise, these chapters contain many of the physical attributes, mental characteristics, toys and devices to be found in my previous pieces. All characters are of legal age.
In the past, many enthusiastic readers have contributed positive and creative ideas. However, it's my custom to complete an entire story before submission, so I won't be returning to Now Serving to make changes.
Instead, I'm currently working on a new story. It's a shorter piece with fewer characters. However, I welcome your non-irate, non-flaming comments and will try to respond to your questions.
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Planning was half the fun. Matthew and his hot daughter, Janette, spent weeks over the summer, plotting the scenario. They wanted a naturally sexy, impressionable girl, similar to Janette in appearance, who was eager to learn and could be trained.
Once Janette's senior high school semester began, she spent weeks looking without luck, even at other schools. She went to baseball and soccer games, extracurricular club meetings, dances, skateboard parks, and malls. Nothing. Sure, she found a number of possibilities, but none of them fulfilled the criteria. That is, no one had the potential to be as hot as she was.
Finally, a new girl transferred in from a different city and didn't know anyone locally. Unworldly and awkward, she was shy and insecure, which were all good for Janette and her father. Another benefit: the new girl's clothes, hair and makeup were all awful. But Janette saw through the girl's appearance and realized the potential. The two of them were similar in shape and coloring, which Matthew, her father, had specified.
Next to Janette, beneath the tacky unflattering clothing, beneath the rat's nest of tangled, dirty hair, beneath the cheap makeup, Angelina was the hottest, most sensuous girl Janette had seen - only Angie didn't know it yet. Nor did anyone else. Her dated hairstyle obscured thick, straight, jet-black hair. The over-heavy makeup covered a perfect olive complexion. Unflattering, dorky clothing covered her exciting 5' 6" frame, two inches less than Janette.
Inexperienced, Angie lived a dull life all the way on the other side of town with Justine, a single parent, who worked long hours at a distant school as a Spanish teacher during the day and taught English as a second language in adult ed at night. Justine was practically an absentee mother. And when she was around, she wasn't any better. Poor parenting skills. Angie couldn't stand Justine, for being such a neglectful, irresponsible mother. A bad mother who failed to show up on time, was forever forgetful, broke promises, etc.
But Angie had at least inherited her hot looks directly from her sensuous 34-year-old mother. When the well-dressed, rich, smart and very pretty Janette befriended Angie, her cool new friend - and her handsome, sexy father - were exactly what the naive girl needed. And the shapely, moldable new arrival was exactly what father and daughter wanted.
Janette promptly invited Angela to sit at her table during lunch and quickly "adopted" the friendless newbie, giving advice, answering a slew of questions, and extracting useful information. Angie was smart, grateful and malleable. At 18, both were seniors, but Janette had way more life experience and was self-assured, qualities that gave her authority and control over the more passive Angie. The two began spending most of their free time at school together. At the end of their first week, they were already going places together: the mall, cafés, the park.
For the next two weeks, Janette did a total makeover for her friend, making changes every day. Angie went with Janette to her hair salon, where the sophisticated, confident girl treated the insecure, trusting one to a style and cut so the newcomer's hair matched Janette's: short, straight and tomboy-short, like a young Winona, Halle, Natalie or Demi's pixie cut. Janette gave Angie good makeup, instructed her in how to apply it and began reworking her wardrobe. Since Janette was a B+ student, she helped her protégé with homework, reports and prepping for exams. Angie was reborn.
Janette had remade the girl in her own image, accentuating the girl's lovely hair, skin and hot body. Angie began spending time after school at Matt and Janette's house, which was large and luxurious compared to Justine's confining, functional apartment in a mediocre and remote neighborhood. When Matt first met Angie, he was immediately excited and thought for one strange, fleeting moment that she was Janette's younger sister. Janette could immediately tell how much her father was attracted to her new sidekick. And it was obvious that Angie was suggestible, pliable.
For example, when she asked Janette about a boyfriend or boyfriends, Janette was dismissive, expressing her boredom with and disdain for naïve young boys. Soon, Angie was verbally echoing Janette's stated preference for older men, men of the world such as. . . Matt.
When Matt learned that Angie's mother, Justine, had to moonlight to make extra money, and taught adult ed at night, he and Janette began inviting Angie to stay for dinner. He drove her home several times, to the opposite side of town. That lengthy round-trip, full of red lights, was anything but convenient. But the girl had been so tired that she twisted to the side in the passenger seat, her legs up against the door, and lay her head on Matt's thigh. Her full, short skirt immediately slid down her thighs, revealing the toned young flesh.
Matt lifted the material so all of it lay above the girl's waist, exposing her tiny panties. They looked just like Janette's. His daughter had groomed the new addition well: the taut panties were sheer and her mons was shaved, revealing a succulent pair of thick lips. Matt smiled. Janette was nothing if not thorough.
The next day, with Matt's prompting, Janette asked Angie if she'd like to sleep over some nights and Angie responded enthusiastically. Janette suggested that Matt to call Angie's mother, Justine, to ask permission. So he called, explaining his background, impressive job, and that, despite the absence of Janette's mother, who lived on the other side of the country, his daughter was doing very well in school and was delighted to have a new best friend in Angie.
Even Justine's voice sounded sexy on the phone. She complimented Janette's influence on Angie's appearance, grades and friendship. "It's a relief that Angie has such a great friend in Janette, especially because we're new arrivals and because I work such long hours." The appreciative mother also asked the usual parental questions: "Will there be supervision?" "Would it be any trouble?" And "If she misbehaves, please send her back home immediately."
"Oh no," Matt said. "If she gets out of line, I'll deal with her in the same way as I do Janette. Strictly."
"Ok," Justine said slowly, whose own upbringing had been very strict. And she'd been extremely strict with Angie. But she was afraid to ask for details. She hoped that Matt's cryptic response meant he would be severe, since Angie was a stuck-up, resentful, disrespectful brat who deserved to be subdued and made respectful.
