Incest/Taboo Cultivating Lilly

Lilly begins making trips to San Francisco with the Vatspalts and relishes the freedom to dress more provocatively. A trip to a museum introduces Lilly to a surprising history lesson. Aroused by her visit to the museum, Lilly is coaxed by Cassy and Louise to expose her pussy in public. Mrs. Vatspalt offers up her son for Lilly's tutelage. Lilly has a heart-to-heart discussion with Momma about her virginity. To illustrate an important point, Mrs. Vatspalt commands Lilly to spread her legs so that her special place may be filled. Lilly asks Momma to make an appointment to see a gynecologist. Uncle Lars explains submission and dominance. Lilly is educated on the correct way to suck a man's cock.

The Swedish slang words for pussy (snippa, fitta), asshole (stanga) and cock (kuk) are used in this story. They are not misspellings.

All characters depicted are at least 18 years old and references to their ages may be found in earlier chapters. The artwork depicted is fictional and conjured by the author.

Over the course of Lars' time at the Vatspalt home, Lilly was encouraged to refer to Mr. and Mrs. Vatspalt as "Daddy" and "Momma" and Lars as "Uncle Lars." This was suggested by Cassy over dinner one evening and the entire family loved the idea. They all toasted to their new "daughter" and Lilly was extremely flattered. The endearing terms of affection only drew her closer to them.

After getting over the initial shock of being introduced to Lars in such an awkward moment, Lilly grew fond of him. Like the Vatspalts, he was well-traveled and sophisticated. His career in yacht sales had taken him all over the world and his adventures impressed her. He was also funny, which Lilly found attractive. He had a dry sense of humor that illustrated a sharp intellect. Lilly would never admit it, but she had a crush on him.

Uncle Lars had taken his sister's family, along with Lilly, on several adventures away from Palo Alto, including a fun trip to an amusement park north of the East Bay. During trips to San Francisco, they visited high-end boutiques and the Vatspalts often purchased Lilly new clothes that were much more adventurous than what she wore at home and around school. They ate in fine restaurants and spent an afternoon in Sausalito, a small idyllic town across the San Francisco Bay. Every weekend had been filled with something different that was fun and distant from her conservative life 45-minutes south.

She sometimes felt guilty about leaving her parents to spend time with her new family. But the Vatspalts offered an escape from their overbearing and ultra-conservative views on nearly everything. Lately, she often argued with them or pushed back on their guidance, which only put more stress on their relationship. It was the arguing that drove her to spending more time with her second family. She found she was listening to what the Vatspalts had to say about the world around her without question. She agreed with them more often than not. She stopped considering what God might think about her actions and felt like she was finally starting to take control of her life, on her terms.

As her relationship with the Vatspalts grew, she felt more and more compelled to obey their wishes. This pleased them, which made Lilly happy. It seemed that the more liberated she became from her parents, the more supportive the Vatspalts were. They opened their home and told Lilly she could stay over as often and as long as she liked. "You know, sweetheart," Momma said one Sunday on the way home from church, "You don't even need to tell them you're with us. You're an adult and are fully capable of making your own decisions."

"You can spend time with anyone you like," Daddy agreed. "We love that you choose to spend it with us."

"Thank you," she said. She was currently nude in the back of the van, changing into the clothes she'd left her house in the previous day. Lars was next to her and was twirling her panties on a finger, looking out the window.

Turning to her, she saw a silly grin on his handsome face. "I'm going to keep these," he said. "No panties for the rest of the day." Putting them to his nose, he inhaled deeply then stuffed them into the breast pocket of his sport coat.

Lilly giggled. "How do you know I won't just go to my room and put a new pair on when I get home?"

"I trust you," he said. This made Lilly's heart swell.

"Besides," Momma said. "You have some homework that needs attending to when you get there."

"I do?"

"One hour of bottle work," Daddy said. "We haven't had a recent report on your vaginal stretching." He gave her a look. "Starting from the moment you get home."

She smiled thinking about the stretching session he'd commanded. Her parents were visiting her grandmother after church. "Happy to oblige."

"Send me a picture," said Cassy. "I'll show Momma and Daddy."

"Okay."

She appreciated that they never tried to push her to do something she didn't want to try. They opened her eyes slowly and this was true in every aspect of her life the Vatspalts touched. They "got" her and were fully supportive of the journey she was on, especially when it came to the exhibition of her body and her ever-growing interest in sex. Because of this support, her desire to acquiesce to their requests grew. She relished their approval and was joyous when she received it. Doing what they asked of her delivered the endorsement she desperately sought. Pleasing them had become a necessity.

The city, she discovered, was a liberating place. Because there was no fear of bumping into people she knew, the trips to San Francisco allowed her to wear the clothes the Vatspalts had purchased for her, which made her feel closer to them.

Displaying her body in this way around so many strangers wasn't easy at first. It was one thing to run around naked or in little more than panties in the Vatspalt's home, and she had even grown comfortable with being nude around Uncle Lars.

He had put her at ease when she found him naked in the family room early Sunday morning a week after they were introduced. He was watching the news while drinking a cup of coffee. Coming from the shower, she was also nude and paused before entering the room. Then she gathered up her courage and before he could see her, spent a moment arousing her nipples. Standing tall pushed her chest out, and she took long, slow strides as she walked by him on her way to the kitchen. "Good morning, Uncle Lars. The coffee smells delicious." She twinkled her fingers at him and out of the corner of her eye caught sight of his cock.

It was as if God himself had placed the sun at just the right angle to the earth. The room was dark but a single beam of light reflecting off the pool bathed his cock in light. Thick and beautiful, it lay along his muscled thigh like some slumbering creature. His legs were crossed and it, along with his smoothly shaved balls, were piled in a lovely heap in his lap.

"Morning, Lilly," he said while sipping from a mug. She smiled, trying hard to maintain eye contact. He never took his eyes off the screen, which was a little disappointing.

Returning from the kitchen with her own mug, she stood close to him as she watched the screen. She knew he couldn't miss her butt and gently swayed from side to side as if listening to some slow song in her head. On the TV, protesters clashed in the streets of some South American city. "It's hard to believe their government was overthrown by the military," she said, hoping to sound world-wise and sophisticated. "It's kind of scary when you think about it." These were statements she'd never uttered before meeting the Vatspalts.

"It's called a coup de grace," he said.

Turning around, her shadow blocked the illumination of his kuk and she adjusted her stance to correct the problem. Cassy had attended to her in the shower earlier and her freshly shorn special place was less than a foot from his face. She saw his eyes flick to it then return to the screen.

"You smell nice," he said.

Grinning as she buried her face in the mug, she said, "Thank you." She swayed a few more times, waggling her pussy as she eyed his cock; watching as the sunshine flickered over it. She wanted to see him get hard. Nothing happened. Somewhat annoyed with him, she went upstairs.

Exposing herself in public would be different. It took a lot of convincing from all of them for Lilly to gain the confidence to try it. But the Vatspalts - and Uncle Lars - were always encouraging and supportive.

As she had done while attending church with the Vatspalts, she started by not wearing panties beneath her skirts and dresses. No one could tell what she was doing, but the cool air she felt on her special place as she walked was pleasant and a bit arousing.

While eating lunch one afternoon at Fisherman's Wharf, Cassy and Lilly excused themselves to the restroom.

"You should take your bra off," Cassy said from the next stall.

Looking at the thick zippered hoodie she was wearing, Lilly didn't respond to her friend. As she peed, she flicked the little metal tab. And then she decided.

Hearing the zipper, Cassy giggled. "I can't believe you're going to do it! Good for you."

Fumbling beneath her shirt with the bra clasp, she released her breasts and tugged the confining garment from her body. "Me either," she said. "You're such a bad influence. I'm keeping my hoodie on. Don't even try to convince me to do anything else."

"Oh, calm down. Don't be such a prude. I'm not going to force you to do anything. Last time I tried that, you saw what happened."

Lilly knew what her friend was talking about. Cassy had teased Lilly a few weeks ago and Daddy had had enough.

"Come here young lady. Right. Now." He was sitting in one of the wingback chairs, enjoying an after-work drink. He had raised his voice for the last two words and Lilly jumped.

Cassy had a worried look as she silently walked across the room and stood next to her father. "I'm sorry, Daddy." Her head was down, eyes on the floor.

"No, you are not. You are always teasing Lilly. Goading her into doing something she may not want to do."

"Yes, Daddy. I'm sorry."

He looked at his daughter for a moment. "No you aren't, but you will be."

Cassy's lip trembled. Her cheeks were blushed.

"You know what you are to do."

"Yes, Daddy." Without another word, Cassy lay over her father's knee. Lilly could hear her small sobs.

"Pull your shirt up, young lady."

"Please, don't. I'll be good. No more teasing."

"Mr. Vatspalt...Dadd...."

"No, Lilly. Don't try to protect her. This has to be done and she knows it. You know it, too. I would do the same to you if you said some of things this little troublemaker has." Lilly said nothing, although she considered what it would be like for Mr. Vatspalt to put her over his knee. "Cassanda, I told you to pull up your shirt."

"Yes, sir." Pouting, Cassy did as she was told, hiking her Betty Boop pajama shirt up over her hips. The cheeks of her pale bottom - small and round and firm - were upturned and Mr. Vatspalt slowly ran his hands over them before squeezing them with force. Cassy groaned in discomfort. From where Lilly stood, she could see her friend's pinkend butthole and her special place when he spread her butt cheeks open.

"Please, Daddy. I'll be good. I promise."

"Yes, sweetheart. After this, I know you will." He landed the first swat on one cheek and then landed a swat on the other. He was not gentle. Ten more followed and Cassy yelped each time; her tiny body jumping with every blow. When he was done, he said, "I don't like this any more than you do, honey."

But he wasn't finished and began kneading her cheeks again, the bright pink skin mounding like taut bread dough between his strong fingers. This went on for several minutes, with Cassy crying softly throughout. When Daddy spread his daughter's bottom, Lilly noticed her friend's snippa was glistening; the lips of her lower mouth were plumped and slightly parted. Her butthole winked in and out of view as Daddy worked. Lilly never moved a muscle. Her special place stirred and she knew instinctively that Hello Kitty's face was darkening. He finally released his daughter and when she stood, Lilly saw Daddy's hardened cock straining against his lounge pants. The head of his dick was wet and had saturated the material. He made no move to hide his arousal. A similar stain could be seen on Cassy's shirt. He told Cassy to apologize. Lilly accepted. Her friend's butt cheeks glowed a rosy hue and Cassy rubbed them as she stood up from her punishment.

"As a reminder of your disobedience, take off your shirt."

Cassy pouted as she pulled her nightshirt over her head and let it drop to the floor. "Yes, Daddy." She was told to remain that way for the rest of the night. Looking at Lilly, Cassy sniffled and asked, "Will you take yours off, too?"

Daddy, very quietly said, "Lilly, you do not have to do what she asks."

She was mad at Daddy. Cassy hadn't deserved such a punishment. Glaring at him, she said, "That's okay, Daddy, I want to." She practically threw her pajamas at him and then went to Cassy's side. Putting an arm around Cassy's tiny waist, her friend lay her head against her breast.

His smile was disarming. Standing, he said, "Honey, I'm so incredibly proud of you." She saw his eyes were damp. Hugging her, Daddy's cock pressed to her special place, the warm dampness of his pre-come kissing the lips of her lower mouth. She desperately wanted him inside her. "You took a stand. That's another big step. A very big step, indeed!"

Pride nearly burst from Lilly's heart. She understood. "I will always stand by my friends, Daddy." She took Cassy by the hand and went upstairs.

"Give it to me," said Cassy. A moment later, Lilly's bra flopped over the stall wall. "Yes! I'm so proud of you." Cassy stuffed it into the small backpack she was carrying.

"Me, too," said Lilly. "At least I think so." This was different than church. At church people refrained from staring; God wouldn't be happy with such behavior. Outside, in the city, however, she would be more prominently displayed and because of her large breasts, she always attracted attention. Zipping the hoodie up, she hefted her breasts and gently squeezed them. "Here goes," she said as they emerged from the restroom.

She was somewhat surprised that not many people took notice. But, then again, Momma, Louise and Cassy were also braless and weren't nearly as well covered.

A couple hours later, as they lazed on the grass in a park overlooking the bay, she was chatting with Uncle Lars when he reached over and slowly unzipped the garment, flaying it open.

Tingles shot across her tummy when his fingers grazed the bare skin exposed by the cropped tank top she was wearing beneath the hoodie. "I think you look better like this," he said, revealing a thin pink shirt Momma had bought her earlier that day. His appraisal of her breasts was obvious and she blushed as she felt her nipples stiffen.

Lilly grinned and made no move to cover herself. It was the first time he'd done something so overt and when he did this, her special place dribbled. She left the jacket open for a while and then removed it entirely, tying it around her waist; finally feeling confident enough to display herself as the other Vatspalt women did.

Having the other girls at her side helped her confidence. She knew she could somewhat disappear behind them if she felt out of place. After a few trips, Lilly started to enjoy the glances and stares she received. She found the admiring looks actually built her confidence. If she didn't look appealing, she reasoned, no one would have paid attention to her. The city was full of beautiful women who dressed even more provocatively than she did. Soon enough, the freedom she experienced being unencumbered by a bra or panties was joyous. It was as if she'd shed some ugly, thick skin that had been hanging on her body unnecessarily.

Her breasts were allowed to move as she did and she found it more comfortable. Once the nerves wore off, on trips to the city she wore snug-fitting belly shirts and low-cut tank tops; her pricked nipples evident as they pushed against her clothing.

"Today," Daddy said as they made their way into the city on a Saturday morning, "You'll wear these." Momma dug into a bag and handed Lilly a thin pair of baby-blue leggings. They were paired with a royal blue satin camisole that was cut extremely low. Her breasts would struggle to remain hidden behind the garment.

"No panties," Momma said. "As usual."

"Yes, Momma." Stretching the fabric in her hands, Lilly realized there would be no disguising her pussy.

Seeing Lilly's look of unease, Louise said, "Tie a sweatshirt around your waist. It will hide your snippa...sort of."

Momma looked at her eldest daughter. "Please don't use slang, Louise."

"Oh mom, just because you're old fashioned, doesn't mean I have to be. At least I didn't call it a fitta."

Momma gave her a look but didn't say anything.

In the back of the van, Lilly tugged her sweats off and then her panties. "I'll do it, but I want to keep the jacket around my waist." Momma, Louise and Cassy were all wearing similar leggings.

"Whatever makes you comfortable, honey," said Momma.

"I dare you to sit with your legs open," Erik said from the third row. Uncle Lars gave him a high-five.

Looking at them, after a moment Lilly said, "I can do that."

Not another word was mentioned about the topic the rest of the day. With the sleeves safely covering her pussy, Lilly obediently spread her legs every time she sat down. Momma, Louise and Cassy were her partners in crime, their cleaved rents on display to anyone who cared to look. They drew a lot of attention.

The thin material pulled into her feminine pleat and clung to the gentle rise of her mons. She found the friction of the soft fabric inside her special place pleasant and arousing. As they ate lunch that day, Lilly announced to the table, "I like this."

"Like what, honey," Momma asked.

"Wearing leggings without panties."

The entire family smiled. Louise gave her a hug and Cassy did as well. Daddy said he was proud of her and Erik said she was "awesome." Momma patted her knee and congratulated her for being so independent.

The next weekend, as Lilly disrobed in the van, Cassy handed her a skimpy rose-colored peasant blouse. It couldn't contain most of her flesh and the cups were cut low enough that the strawberry coronas of her areolas were nearly revealed. Fitting her breasts into it, Lilly discovered it rivaled the cut and fit of her PE uniform. Next out of the bag came a pair of nearly sheer white leggings. They matched what the other women wore. As Lilly tugged them over her hips, Momma said, "No covering up this time. Do I make myself clear, young lady? You have to be comfortable with the exhibition of your beautiful body."

She gulped but found her resolve. "Yes, Momma."

"Legs open...all day."

"Yes, Uncle Lars."

"That's our good girl," said Daddy.

Lilly beamed. She liked being a good girl.

Lousie leaned over and slid her hand up Lilly's thigh, spreading her legs as she did so. "It's time to show her off," she said, pushing the fabric between the folds of Lilly's pussy.

Looking between her legs, Lilly could see the deep shadow created by her pleat. "Okay." There was no reason to protest.

On warmer days - which were rare in the city - she chose short-shorts; which revealed the cheeks of her bottom as she walked. Pairing the shorts with a lacy bralette offered the ability to catch some sun on her skin while highlighting her figure. More formal excursions allowed her to don slim-fitting sundresses; the short hemlines falling high on her long legs. She was aware that her fitta and bare bottom were visible when the breeze occasionally lifted the garment and she enjoyed the brief exhibition of her body.

During one of the trips to the city, they visited the San Francisco Museum of Fine Art, the facility Mr. Vatspalt managed and Lilly could see just how large and important his job was. It was a huge building that stood five stories and covered an entire block. The outside was ornately carved in stone with huge columns and detailed moldings. Inside were pristine marble floors and hundreds of exhibitions. Lilly actually recognized a few of the pieces from her art history class.

While admiring the artwork was interesting, Mr. Vatspalt took them all behind closed doors for a VIP tour. They visited a room that was filled with what was believed to be forged or stolen pieces of all kinds."There is a team whose entire role at the museum is to investigate these pieces and determine their validity. Sometimes we work with the FBI and Interpol to help apprehend forgers and thieves." Lilly was impressed. To her untrained eye, everything in the room looked authentic.

He took them into the restoration lab and Lilly enjoyed watching as technicians worked on damaged or aging pieces. As they stood in front of a wood carved statue that had been burned in a church fire, Daddy said, "It can take decades to restore something that's as damaged as this. It's common that the restorer who begins such a project retires before it's complete."

In another room was all the art that had been rotated out of the exhibitions for transfer to other museums around the world. There was also a portion of this room dedicated to pieces that were considered too overtly sexual to be shown publicly.

They stopped in front of a highly detailed piece that was made of dark wood and polished marble. A young woman had been expertly carved from the white stone and Lilly was impressed with the delicate musculature the artist had been able to capture. She was nude and her body was tensed, muscles taut. One hand was curled into a fist, the other grasped the brace that she was tied to. She was thin, her abdominal muscles and ribs well-defined in the marble. The artist was able to capture movement by subtly carving her well-developed breasts as not the perfectly round orbs she'd seen on so many other pieces. Rather, each breast was a slightly different size - her left a bit flatter than her right - and her nipples pointed in different directions; as if her body was hitching violently and her breasts were reacting to that motion. Lilly recalled an image she'd found online of a nude girl running along the beach; her breasts looked similar to the statue's. She found it remarkable that such detail could be represented in something so inflexible as stone.

The girl was recumbent and tied face-up to the thick wood brace, which had been intricately carved. Heavy rope tied around her wrists and ankles contrasted against the marble of her limbs and the X-shaped brace reminded Lilly of the device the woman was bound to in the portrait hanging in Cassy's parents bedroom.

The girl's head was up, her long hair flowed over the brace and Lilly marveled at the time it must have taken to create such a carving. The girl's eyes were pleading and intently focused on the large marble phallus penetrating her straining vale, her lips were curved into a plaintive frown and her brow was deeply furrowed. It was obvious by her expression that accepting the simulated dick had not been easy.

The phallus she was being forced to accommodate was the sixth of a dozen that were mounted to a wooden wheel positioned vertically between her spread thighs. Lilly saw the phalluses varied in size from something no larger than a finger to one that was more representative of the frightening specimens she'd found on the internet. Next to the wheel was another marble statue. It was of a nude man and he was grasping a handle on the center of the wheel. His gaze was focused between the girl's legs. His cock was fully erect and stood nearly vertical against his accentuated abdominal muscles.

"This piece was fairly common in Ancient Greece and denoted a certain business called a Parthenos," Daddy said. "Basically, this was little more than a sign that would have been displayed outside the business, but that wasn't known at the time of its discovery. When it was unearthed, all the wood and ropes had rotted away centuries earlier. Archeologists dug up only the two marble statues and the twelve phalluses, several of which were broken or partially crushed. Initially it was assumed the phalluses were mere sex toys and that the male statue was, given his erect penis, a sex doll that could be mounted and enjoyed.

That made sense to Lilly. She'd found dozens of sites on the internet that sold such toys.

"It wasn't until engraved tablets were found nearby that scholars were able to decipher what was being depicted. It took nearly fifty years to accurately rebuild all of the wood portions of the piece."

"What kind of business was it?" Lilly asked.

"This was one of many similar statues that were found in the largest cities across the Greek Empire. As scholars translated the tablets, the truth came out." He paused and ran his hand across the girl's foot, grasping her big toe. "The tablets were lists of hundreds of young women's names." He faced her. "You see, Lilly, Greek culture was very stratified and if you were born poor, you remained poor your entire life. You couldn't gain wealth through education or by hard work. However, there were ways families could improve their situation. One way this could be done was for the family to donate their eldest daughter to the local sex house on the day of her eighteenth birthday. This was almost uniformly practiced and not only was it socially acceptable, it was also entirely legal. The girl didn't make money directly but she was housed and well-cared for at no cost to her family. Additionally, the owner of the sex house would send a percentage of the money she made back to her family every time a patron paid to have sex with her. Paying for sex was expensive and only the wealthiest could afford such an indulgence. When the girls reached 23 years of age, they were relieved of their servitude and often returned home to discover their family was no longer poor."

"So this business produced prostitutes?"

"Technically, no," he said. "It prepared them for being prostitutes. Customers didn't come to a Parthenos to have sex with these young slave women. A Parthenos was more like a business-to-business service. The owners of sex houses had no need for an inexperienced virgin and they relied on a Parthenos to prepare and train their property."

"I didn't know that," Lilly said.

"It's not something they teach in high school history, but you'll hear more about it in college," he said. "Before the girl could be employed, her hymen had to be torn and her vagina stretched. To do this, she was taken to a Parthenos, which means virgin. She was taken inside, stripped naked, bathed and had her pubic hair removed by wax before being tied to the wooden brace. The worker - who was also most likely a slave to the owner of the Parthenos - positioned the wheel between her legs, placing the smallest phallus against her vagina first. As he turned the handle, the phallus, which was affixed to gears and levers within the wheel, acted as a piston and slowly drove into her vagina until it was inserted fully. As he continued to crank, the phallus was withdrawn. To ensure she was ready for what she'd experience in the sex houses, she was penetrated by each marble phallus fifty times before the wheel was advanced to the next."

"Whoa." Her eyes were locked on the largest phallus as she did the math. "That's 600 times."

"That's correct," he said. "But the girls were treated gently and the process took time."

"Similar to using a bottle," Momma said. Lilly nodded and Daddy continued.

"The gears slowed the driving motion, which prevented the slave from penetrating her too aggressively. This process wasn't rushed and she would be allowed to rest a few minutes between each new phallus. These girls were highly valued and would be fed fresh fruits and spritzed with cool water as the process progressed. Records show that girls were tied to the brace for about five hours at a time and were subjected to one phallus per hour."

"Twelve hours?" Then she thought of Daddy's words: Your special place meant to be opened, stretched and filled.

He nodded. "For her vagina. Once complete, she was repositioned so as to accept the phalluses in her mouth and then, finally, her anus."

"Oh." She pointed to the largest marble phallus. "Even that one?"

"Yes, honey, even that one. All it takes is practice. Scholars believe olive oil or perhaps animal fat was most likely used as a lubricant." Turning to the male figure, he said, "The slave was rewarded for his efforts by being allowed to have sex with the girl once she'd accepted all the phalluses orally, vaginally and anally. This allowed her to understand the difference between the passive experience of the marble and having sex with a man or several men. The slave was encouraged to be creative and records indicate these freshly opened girls were often set upon by multiple slaves at once."

"Huh." This wasn't as surprising to her as it would have been a few months ago. The Vatspalts had opened her mind to a wide range of subjects she'd never been aware of or remotely interested in.

He turned to Lilly. "Pieces like this must remain hidden, which is completely understandable and appropriate, given the highly sexual nature of this and other works."

Later, while the others browsed the gift shop, Lilly sat with Louise and Cassy on the museum's enormous marble steps. They had purchased popsicles from a street vendor and were looking at their phones. Cassy asked, "What did you think of that Greek piece?"

"I had no idea such things took place."

Louise said, "Wouldn't it be incredible to be tied up and forced like that?"

"It would be scary," Lilly said. "The girl was fucked by those marble kuks 600 times before she even started working."

Louise, always the practical one, said, "What, do you think your fitta has a limit as to the number of times it can be fucked?"

Lilly flipped the older girl off and Cassy giggled. "I bet it made Lilly's fitta wet."

"It gets me wet every time I see it," Louise admitted.

"Me, too," Cassy said. She looked at Lilly. "What about you?"

"No way. That looked awful."

"Oh that's a bunch of baloney," said Louise. "Your pussy was as wet as ours and you know it. Just be honest."

Lilly giggled. "Okay, it was kind of a turn-on. All those kuks and being helpless to get away." She put her hand to her mouth. "And then being fucked by those slave men! Jesus!" She shook her head. "How is it that being around you guys makes me feel like I can admit to anything."

"Because you can," said Louise. "And you know there's nothing wrong with it."

"Is it still wet?" Cassy asked.

"Shut up."

They took in the expansive stairs and the people milling around the front of the museum. Cars went by and horns honked. Busses belched exhaust as they worked their way across the city. Sirens could be heard echoing around the skyscrapers. Cassy sucked her popsicle for a moment and then dared Lilly to spread her legs. "You're snippa is so cute! Show it off a little."

At first Lilly declined, but then Cassy slid Lilly's dress up her thigh and pushed her hand between Lilly's knees. "Come on, just try it." Lilly squealed and pushed Cassy off.

"No way!"

"What's the big deal? You don't care about showing off your camel toe in tights when we come to the city. How is this any different?" Cassy asked.

"Don't call it a camel toe, Cassy, that's gross," Louise said.

Lilly smiled at her friend, "Yeah, Cassy, that's gross." Then she burst into giggles.

"Fitta foot then; is that better?"

All three of them laughed. "That's definitely not better," Louise said.

Lilly said, "It's different when I wear tights. People can't actually see it." She thought for a moment. "I guess it's because there is kind of a layer of protection."

Cassy waved a hand at her dismissively. "Whatever."

They were all quiet and returned to looking at their phones. "You should do it," said Louise. "Who cares?"

Like Lilly, the sisters wore short, frilly sundresses cut very high on their thighs. But while Lilly sat primly, with her closed legs extending down the stairs and her ankles crossed, Cassy and Louise slowly pulled their knees up until their feet rested just one step below their bottoms. With their thighs pressed together, they walked their ankles outward; perhaps tapping their feet to the music coming through their ear buds. Looking at their phones, they appeared deeply immersed in whatever silly content grabbed the attention of pretty young women. They seemed clueless to the fact their legs were falling open as they studied their screens; seemingly unaware of the show they provided to anyone willing to look their way.

Lilly giggled and shook her head. But as she did this she also brought her feet up and placed them on the same step as Cassy and Louise. Louise looked at her. "Now, just open your ankles, silly. You can do it." She nudged Lilly's shoulder with hers.

Wiggling as if trying to smooth her skirt, she said, "Oh gosh, I can't believe I'm doing this," while inching her ankles apart until she was certain her pussy was on display to anyone standing or walking by below them. And then she slowly allowed her knees to fall open just enough so that her actions wouldn't be obvious.

She hid behind her sunglasses but caught more than a few people - men and women alike - slow their strides to either casually or overtly look at the display of the two petite blondes and the lanky brunette sitting between them. She noted several men stopped to take pictures of the museum with their phones. But she knew what they were really capturing.

Without looking away from her phone, Louise said, "Feels good, doesn't it?"

After a moment, Lilly hummed her answer around the popsicle. It was empowering and intensely arousing. She hoped the cool air chilled and dried the essence she felt weeping between the folds of her special place.

On her other hip, Cassy said, "Told you."

"Did you see those guys taking pictures of us?" Louise asked. "They are going home to jack off while looking at our fittas."

"Oh God!" Lilly whispered. "Do you think so?" There was a certain excitement to the thought. A man pleasuring himself while gazing at her was something she thought impossible a few months ago.

Holding her phone up to take a selfie, Cassy asked, "Can you blame them?" Lilly smiled and shook her head. She had gained so much confidence since meeting the Vatspalts.

"We will probably be on some perverted picture site two hours from now," said Louise. She pulled Lilly close and snapped a picture.

Cassy laughed and said, "With our fittas spread and these popsicles in our mouths? I bet our pics are already posted."

Now Lilly was nervous. She'd browsed many such sites and they were full of girls their ages. Then she wondered if someone she knew would recognize her. It was as if Louise had read her mind. "Don't worry about it, Lilly."

"What?"

"You're wearing nothing like what you wear around Palo Alto, your hair is different, you've got those big sunglasses on and there is a popsicle in front of your face. No one will ever know it's you. You are completely out of context from what everyone expects you to look like, especially your clothes."

Cassy added, "When guys look at pictures of a girl spreading her legs, they aren't paying attention to her face anyway."

"I hope so."

She did all of this without her parent's knowledge. She kept her most revealing clothing at Cassy's and most weekends - with her parent's permission - would simply spend the night there.
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