I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 26

  • Posted on May 15, 2016 at 3:04 pm

An Evil Lurks

By Cheryl Taggert 

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The next day at school, I was talking to Deanna about maybe spending the night that weekend, either Friday or Saturday. Maybe even both nights. My Aunt Emmy was coming over for the weekend for some of what she called PAT, which she used like the army used the initials R and R, for rest and relaxation. However, these letters stood for pussy, ass, and titties. Jenna had been looking forward to it, too, and was inviting Carmen over since she knew about our incestuous family and was dying to be with my mom, Kayleigh. Aunt Emmy was to be a surprise for Carmen, and Carmen was to be a surprise for Aunt Emmy.

As I stood there planning the weekend with my best friend, I noticed a girl was staring at me and smiling. I had never met Carmen’s sister, Clare, but I was fairly certain that’s who it was. Her hair color was the same, though the shade was a common one, but also she looked similar to Carmen.

“Do you know that girl over there who’s staring at us and smiling?” I asked Deanna.

Deanna glanced in the direction I had indicated with my eyes, noticing the attractive girl. “No, but I think she’s in Ms. Tinsley’s homeroom, so she’s an eighth grader,” Deanna said.

I could see that the girl realized that she’d been noticed and watched as the pretty brunette started walking over to us.

“Well, I think we’re getting ready to find out who she is,” Deanna said.

“Hi,” the girl remarked as she came up to Deanna and me.

“Hello,” I said and was echoed by Deanna. Something in Deanna’s voice made me look at her. I was surprised to see pure hatred showing in those usually beautiful eyes. Looking back at the newcomer, I did not see the same emotion. In fact, she was ignoring Deanna entirely, as if she wasn’t even there.

A teacher once told me that the opposite of love is not hate, but indifference. The memory of that came to me as I looked at the girl who was now standing directly in front of me.

“Do you know who I am?” the new girl asked.

“I know you’re in Ms. Tinsley’s homeroom,” Deanna answered, even though the question had clearly been addressed to me. Again, the girl ignored Deanna, pretending she had not even spoken. Her focus was entirely on me, her eyes locked with mine as if daring me in some way that I couldn’t figure out. I felt as if I were playing some game but didn’t know the rules.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Deanna lifting her backpack and hefting the straps over her shoulders. I glanced at her, and she looked totally pissed. Looking at me, she said, “I’ll see you later, Cheryl. I can see that three’s a crowd.” With that, she picked up her backpack and moved to one of the picnic tables that dotted the campus of the private school we attended. I could tell she was watching the girl and me, total distrust and hatred evident on her face.

I stood looking at this girl, waiting for her to say something. She had effectively gotten rid of Deanna, and I wasn’t very happy with her manipulation of my best friend.

Finally, I decided to end this stupid standoff. “Are you Clare?”

“So, you’re smart and pretty,” she said.

“You’re Carmen’s older sister,” I said, trying to move this conversation, if that’s what it was, along.

“Yeah. You and your sister listened to me and Carmen yesterday. I know you did, so don’t try to deny it.”

I realized either she had figured this out, or Carmen had, for some reason, told Clare about our eavesdropping on them while they had sex. She continued to smile at me. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other as I waited to find out just what exactly Clare wanted from me. She was still smiling, but it didn’t seem to be a friendly smile at all. She had this “know-it-all” quality about her. I realized I didn’t like her and was surprised at that conclusion. I’d never felt distaste for someone so quickly in my life.

“I’m not going to deny it,” I said. “But if you think I’m going to say something to anyone about it, I’m not.”

“I know you won’t,” she said, still beaming that nerve-racking smile. She made me want to be anywhere but with her at that moment.

“Do you wanna tell me what you want?” I asked, hoping to get this encounter over with.

“I just want you to know what I know about you,” she said. Threats and intimidation filled the sound of her words.

I squinted at her a bit, trying to figure this girl out. Not sure I wanted to know the answer, I asked, “And what’s that?”

Clare looked down at the ground for a second, temporarily breaking the intimidating eye contact. Then, looking directly into my eyes again, she said, “I know that you and Jenna are having sex.”

“So are you and your sister. Jenna isn’t my sister, at least not by birth, so that makes what you’re doing worse.” I tried to maintain a level voice, but it was shaking slightly despite my efforts. I felt bullied, which made me scared…and angry.

“Yeah, well, we aren’t having sex with our mom. You are. That makes what you’re doing worse.”

I glanced around to make sure nobody heard what she’d said. For a moment I wanted to find Carmen and beat the snot out of her. Obviously, she had said something to Clare, who was not ready to keep our secret at all, judging by the “I’ve got you” look on her face. I screwed up my features to suggest disgust and said, “Ewww! Where did you hear that?”

Clare leaned in close to me and whispered in my ear. “From you.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I asked, leaning back and still pretending to be disgusted by a relationship that thrilled me but would not be accepted well in “civilized society.”

“I went to my room and picked up my extension and listened in on the conversation the three of you had after my little fun with Carmen. I figured that was only fair since you’d both listened in on us. You said yourself that you and Jenna are having sex with your mom.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, hoping my denial would somehow be believed, but knowing it wouldn’t. She could see the weakness of my words because she could hear the obvious lie. My voice trembled. We both knew she was right, and she knew I could see that fact clearly.

“If you keep denying what we both know is true, I’ll stand on one of the picnic tables and shout it out to whoever wants to listen.”

“I’ll just say you’re making it up and that you have sex with your own ten-year-old sister.”

“Nobody will believe you,” she said. “They’ll just think you’re saying that because you want to get back at me for telling the world that your mom has sex with her own daughter.”

Despite my attempts to keep it from happening, I felt tears welling up and overflowing my eyelids. Soon, I was crying openly, though not hard. I wouldn’t give Clare the satisfaction of completely breaking down, even though it was what I felt like doing.

I decided to plead with her. “What are you going to do? If you tell that, my mom will be ruined. She’ll go to prison.”

“I know,” Clare said.

“Then what are you going to do? What do you want?”

She leaned into me again. We were millimeters apart. It seemed I could feel the air between us compressing and shifting to make room for our bodies as she moved closer to me. I felt her hand move to my center and squeeze my pussy through my shorts. She was close enough that nobody would notice what she was doing.

“I want fun,” she said and leaned back from me. That grin had widened. She was enjoying this. It seemed to thrill her that she had this on me. She acted as if she owned me.

And in a way, she did.

“You don’t have to blackmail me for it,” I said. “I would have gladly had sex with you. I already wanted to. Now, I’m not so sure. You don’t seem to be very nice.”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think I am. You can think I’m the devil himself for all I care. The fact is you’re going to be my sex slave. And so is your sister, or whatever she is.”

Once again, she smiled that evil smile, and I found myself wondering if she was actually related to Carmen, who was as sweet as this girl was evil.

“I’ll be seeing you,” she said, turning to walk away. “All of you, in fact.”

As soon as she walked into the school building, I burst into the sobs I’d been holding inside to the point I thought I would vomit. Deanna came up to me, looking as worried as Clare had looked cruel.

“What happened?! What did she say?!” Deanna gasped, holding me and trying to calm me down.

I told her what the bitch had said, wondering how in the world I could stop her from doing this. They say to neutralize a blackmailer, go ahead and confess what he or she has over you. But there was no way I would ever confess this. There was more than just me involved. My mother’s life would be ruined as well. So would Jenna’s. I wanted to run away, but I knew that wasn’t the answer to anything. Mom had always said that running away from your problems would never work because your problems were a part of you, so they went with you when you ran. That made me think of Cindy, and I began to cry even harder.

“We have to stop her somehow,” Deanna said. “We have to get her before she gets you.”

“But how?” I wailed.

“I don’t know yet, but we’ll think of something.”

I couldn’t go to class like this, so I went to the office and told them I was sick and needed to go home. They called Mom, and she came to pick me up. Deanna told me she’d talk to her mom and come over after school.

Of course, when Mom picked me up, she wanted to know what the problem was. I started crying again and told her everything, including how Clare found out. I knew I’d have to do that. There was no way I could keep this from her.

Glancing at me as she pulled into the driveway, she said, “I’m not happy about how this happened, but it can’t be undone now. We’ll just have to figure something out.” She paused for a moment. “Do you think she’d actually tell?”

“She sure seemed like she would. This girl is pure evil, Mom,” I cried. “And her sister’s so nice. I don’t get it.”

“That happens often, sweetheart. Sometimes sisters are just exact opposites of each other.”

We got out of the car and went inside in silence, both of us wondering what we would do about this. At least I figured Mom was thinking that. I know I certainly was. “Well, they say that desperate times call for desperate measures,” she said. We were in the kitchen now, sitting at the table.

“What’ll we do?”

“Set up a sting,” she said.

I could see in her expression that a plan was coming to her. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I knew we had to have something on Clare that would make it to her advantage never to say anything about what Mom and I did together.

She looked at me and smiled. “Don’t worry, baby. I think I have an idea.”

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When Deanna came over later, Mom called the three of us, including Jenna, into the formal living room. I’m not sure why, but I knew that being in this room made what we would talk about much more important. I was rarely even allowed in that room since it was for more formal occasions. I looked at Jenna and her eyes were wide with awe. It was as if we’d been invited into the king’s throne room or something.

We sat there for a bit and heard what Mom had to say about the matter. She was obviously not happy that it had happened because I was not being careful, but since it was done, we needed to do something to undo it.

After Mom’s explanation of her idea, I was much more relieved. This was a plan that would make sure Clare would never tell what she knew about us. She would never be a friend, unfortunately, and that would mean she would never have fun with us, but that was, as Mom said, “her own fault.”

Later, Deanna, Jenna, and I were in my room, talking and — well — getting undressed. We were all three much happier than we’d been just a few moments ago. Mom was downstairs talking on the phone with some friends who knew all about our family’s secret to get their cooperation, since we would need it.

“I can’t wait to see the look on Clare’s face when she figures out what we’ve done,” Deanna said. “She’s gonna shit and die!”

Jenna laughed at Deanna’s words, but then Jenna laughed at nearly all of Deanna’s jokes since she had an enormous crush on her. Deanna, of course, didn’t mind at all, especially since Jenna was more than happy to regularly offer her pussy to be licked and sucked.

When we were all naked, we lay on my bed. My bedroom door was wide open because we all wanted my mom to walk by and see us and perhaps even join us.

Deanna’s boobs were slightly bigger than mine, but not much. I could remember when we were young and had no boobs at all, but they were beginning to fill out nicely now that we were thirteen. Mine were about the size of a small orange. Deanna’s more like a small grapefruit. Jenna wanted us both to lie back while she took turns sucking our nipples. We happily obliged my little sister. I guess she was so into boobs because at ten she still had only nipples that were only slightly bigger than they had been at seven when she moved in with Mom and me.

Deanna and I started making out, our tongues lazily dancing to a slow beat that played in our own minds. I loved kissing her, even though she wore braces. Mom said I had inherited her perfect teeth, so I never had to go through that.

Jenna lay between us. She would snuggle up to one of us, place her leg over the nearer leg, and suck the nipple while playing her tongue across its surface and humping the leg her pussy was now pressed against. Then she would shift position and do the same to the other. Deanna, of course, was the first to receive Jenna’s attention. I just lay there, making out with my bestie while waiting for Jenna to move over to me.

Soon, Deanna’s breathing quickened as my sister’s mouth began to coax her toward ecstasy. I knew my kissing was helping increase her desire, of course, since my own fluids were starting to flow more as well just from the lip-lock I was getting from Deanna.

I listened and could hear the wet sounds of Jenna’s mouth on Deanna’s tit. Just as Deanna was beginning to moan from the pleasure running through her body, Jenna stopped and turned over to face me. She smiled into my face and my heart melted. It was the most adoring look I’ve ever seen from one person towards another, and I reminded myself that Deanna wasn’t the only older girl Jenna had a crush on.

Soon, I noticed the same sounds I’d heard when Jenna was licking and sucking Deanna’s boob. Wet, plopping sounds as she would take my nipple, suck it, and let it pop from her mouth. The soft licking sounds as her tongue glided wetly across my breast. These mixed with Jenna’s breathing as she worked herself up while making love to my titty.

I could also hear Deanna’s breathy moans. We broke our kiss for a moment to come up for air, and I managed to look down and see that Deanna’s hand was massaging Jenna’s smooth, little butt. Deanna’s fingers had disappeared into the cleft, and I knew she was busy tickling my sister’s butthole.

Jenna loved that, I knew, and coupled with the fact she was enjoying making love to our boobs, she was in a sort of little girl heaven.

I wanted to share with Deanna, so I coaxed Jenna to move back to Deanna for a while. When she sat up, I could see that Jenna’s eyes were glazed over with lust, a sexual desire rarely seen in ten-year-old prepubescent girls.

Instead of continuing with kissing Deanna, I moved down to my little sister’s butt and began to tongue her butthole. She began squirming, and I moved lower to get at her smooth labia. I parted the lips with my fingers and let my tongue dive into the wetness there. She was only ten, so she didn’t produce as much sexual fluids as Deanna and I now did, but she was certainly wet enough.

After a few minutes of this, Jenna moved so she could lick Deanna’s pussy. I was fine with this arrangement. I knew that soon they would both come and it would be my turn. I imagined what my best friend and baby sister would do to me while my fingers slowly explored my own pussy.

I sensed a presence and glanced over toward my open bedroom door. Mom was standing there, just taking it all in. She wasn’t touching herself or anything. She was just watching and enjoying what she saw. She noticed I was looking her way and smiled.

I went back to focusing all my attention on pleasuring Jenna, who was licking a rather loudly moaning Deanna. Gasps and grunts punctuated our lovemaking.

Then, without my realizing what had taken place, our threesome became a foursome. Mom, now as naked as we were, had joined us, as we’d hoped she would. She moved to where she could get to my pussy and began licking up the flood that had been bubbling from it. Her tongue would scrape along my slit, scooping my juices into her mouth while simultaneously rubbing my clit, which was now throbbing with the need to come.

Deanna, however, was the first to reach her first climax of the late afternoon. I heard a mewling, “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Then she burst into a long, loud groan. “Aaaah! God! Shit!” she gasped, all while bucking her trembling hips at Jenna’s mouth. I glanced at Deanna, and she was pulling on her boob, ending each pull with a pinch of her nipple as she came.

Then it was my sister’s turn. She reached down and literally pulled my face into her pussy, smearing my cheeks, lips, and nose with her juiciness. She bounced and pulled, moaning and grunting her orgasm out as she humped my face.

Then it was my turn. Deanna had joined Mom and was playing with my butthole. After Jenna recovered, she moved to my boobs and continued what she’d been doing earlier. Soon, I was a writhing mass of horny flesh. The three most intensely sensitive areas of my body were being paid a great deal of loving attention, and my body seemed to draw itself in before exploding into a massive climax.

I lay there breathing and getting my second wind while Deanna and Jenna moved to begin making love to Mom.

It took her a while to get to her orgasm, but when she did… WOW! She bucked her hips into Deanna’s face while Jenna continued sucking her boobs as well as she could, given the fact Mom was not exactly keeping still. I had taken up licking Mom’s butthole, and I completely lost contact with it when she started coming.

As we lay there after Mom’s explosion, we chatted a bit and Mom caught us up-to-date on the plan to take care of Clare. She finally left us to go downstairs to fix dinner, and Deanna called her mom to let her know she was ready to come home.

That left Jenna and I upstairs in my room. We made out for a while, but we didn’t get too involved since Mom would have dinner ready soon. We talked some more about the plan, and Jenna finally asked the question that must have been burning to be asked.

“Will I be able to stay friends with Carmen?”

“Sure. I just doubt Clare will ever be a part of any of the fun we have. As Mom said, it’s her own fault.”

“Good,” Jenna said.

At that moment Mom called us down to set the table for dinner. When we got downstairs, we were eager to eat. Mom had made homemade pizza, one of our favorites.

Continue on to Chapter 27

 

No comments on I Was the Daughter of a Porn Star, Chapter 26

  1. Deanna says:

    Cheryl…I love the Mystery!! and the sex is GREAT!! How did you ever come up with this??

  2. Cassidy says:

    Great story…I’m with Dee..Deanna!

  3. sue says:

    me three!! with Deanna and Cassidy just love it.

  4. Lily says:

    Is it weird that for the first time the sex wasn’t what excited me the most? I mean, it did and I loved it as always, but I just wanna see Clare get hers, y’know?

    Great chapter, Cheryl!

  5. Cheryl says:

    Thank all of you for your comments! I’m so happy some of you are enjoying this plot line of the story.

    Lily, don’t worry. Kayleigh, Cheryl, and the rest have plans for her. These plans will come to bear fruit in chapter 29.

    Meanwhile, chapters 27 and 28 are written and each will publish soon, so keep reading!

    By the way, is anyone else out there enjoying what I’ve done with this story?

  6. Cassidy says:

    Cheryl!!…Not only is this a great story,I,m looking forward to more of the same.It does something for them.

  7. Evan says:

    Yes, Cheryl – I’m intensely enjoying where the story has gone. It is great, and the 3/4some was incredible… nearly had me in a mess here right now (would not be good, if you know what I mean!).

  8. Tim says:

    Like others,the plot has me gripped now as much as the sex.
    Can’t wait to read the next chapter to discover the sting!!

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