It had been a little over a week since Kimmie had come to stay with her aunt and cousins. Since then, the four women barely left Lilian's bedroom. Their lesbian orgies would go on for hours, until they were either too hungry or too tired to continue.
Kimmie was quickly becoming just as skilled at pleasing another woman as her older family members, and relished every opportunity she had to make one of them tremble in an orgasmic frenzy. She would spend hours nestled between their thighs, thoroughly exploring their dripping snatches with her tongue.
After days of love making, the girls were finally taking a bit of a breather. Lilian had gone into the office for the afternoon, and Paige had taken Kimmie with her to get some much needed groceries. Bree was home alone, left to launder the cum soaked bedsheets and tidy up the house a little.
Since the day Cassie had witnessed Paige and Kimmie in the throws of incestuous bliss, Bree had tried to reach out to her older cousin. Unfortunately, Cassie didn't seem to want to return her calls. Bree was beginning to get worried about what her cousin might do.
She had told her mother and sister about Cassie's discovery, but the women agreed it would be best if Kimmie didn't know.
"Hopefully a little time will ease the tension, and Cassie will talk to us soon." Lilian had said. "Until then, there's no sense in concerning your younger cousin."
Bree was once again contemplating another attempt to contact Kimmie's older sister when she was startled by a loud, insistent thumping at the front door. She stood from the table and crept into the entryway to see who it could be.
"Bree!" Cassie's enraged voice rang out between the heavy banging. "Let me in! Right now!"
Bree fumbled with the deadbolt and pulled the door open. She was shocked to see not only her older cousin waiting on the other side, but her father, Donald, looking absolutely furious.
"Out of my way, you little slut!" he yelled, pushing his way into the house. "Lilian!" he bellowed. "Lilian, where the fuck are you?!?"
"Sh-she's not here..." Bree said meekly. Her eyes were wide with fear and shock. Donald ignored her, running upstairs to search the bedrooms.
Cassie stepped into the house, looking around anxiously. "Well, where's Kimmie? I've come to get her out of this hell hole!"
"She's not here either... She and Paige went to the store..." Bree was trembling. "You told him?" she whispered.
"Of course I did! What you and Paige are doing is sick, and I won't have my sister be part of it!"
Donald came running back down the stairs, then, and lunged at Bree, grabbing her by the wrist. He swung her into the kitchen, slamming her against the refrigerator. "I knew that school would be a waste of money!" he spat. "We should have just had you and your sister arrested and put in jail!"
"Ow... Daddy... You're hurting me..." Bree whined, struggling to get free.
Donald pulled back and slapped his daughter hard across the face. "Stop fucking fidgeting!" he yelled.
"Uncle Donald, don't hit her!" Cassie tried to interject, but he ignored her.
"Where the hell is everyone?" he barked. He swung Bree around again, this time slamming her into the kitchen island.
"Uncle Donald! Stop that! You don't have to hurt her!" Cassie screamed. She tried to pull him off of her, but he easily pushed her away.
Tears were streaming down Bree's stinging face. "They're at the store! Paige and Kimmie are at the store!" she wailed.
Donald slapped her again and she started to sob.
"Donald, stop!" Cassie shouted, helplessly. Things had gotten out of hand. Despite her anger, she didn't want to see her cousin physically harmed, and her eyes began to fill with tears.
Again, Donald ignored her pleas, and lifted his hand once more, ready to deal another blow.
Cassie fumbled in her purse, pulling out a small canister, and rushed forward, spraying mace into her uncle's face.
Donald howled, releasing his daughter and stumbling back into the cupboard. Dishes smashed to the floor as he whipped around blindly, swinging his fists with rage.
Bree ducked, avoiding her father's blows. She gritted her teeth, and kicked him as hard as she could in the groin. Donald doubled over and crumpled to the floor.
Moving quickly, Cassie grabbed her cousin and led her out of the kitchen. "Come on!" she yelled. Let's get out of here!"
Donald looked up, his vision beginning to return, and glared at them through blurred eyes. He struggled to his feet, and stumbled after them, knocking more items off of the counter.
When he was almost on top of them, Cassie whirled around and hit him with the mace again. Donald screamed, turning away in pain. Together, the two girls grabbed him and shoved him back out the open front door. He fell to his knees on the steps and they quickly locked the door behind him.
The two girls stood trembling as Donald swung around and beat violently at the closed door. He screamed and swore at them, consumed with white hot rage. "I'll be back for you, you fucking cunts!" he finally yelled. "I'll be back!"
There were a few more thumps, then they could hear his footsteps as he turned to leave. They stood frozen, listening to his car engine start and his tires peel out of the driveway.
After a long, quiet pause, the girls looked at each other, their chests heaving as they fought to control their breathing.
"I... I'm so sorry, Bree! I didn't know he'd... I didn't realize!" Cassie stammered, tears beginning to stream down her face.
