Incest/Taboo Cultivating Lilly

IN THIS CHAPTER: Several months have passed and over spring break, Cassy shares some unsettling news with Lilly. Distraught, Lilly exacts revenge on Cassy in a shocking way. Momma and Daddy comfort Lilly. Lilly turns herself over to Cassy. With summer comes many revelations for Lilly about the Vatspalt family. With not much happening, Lilly finds joy in the kitchen and lands her first job. Lilly receives a letter from Momma and discovers the Vatspalt family has found a new muse to cultivate.

The Swedish words for cock (kuk), pussy and cunt (fitta, slidan, snippa), cork (korka) and completely (igen; pronounced eye-yen) are used intentionally. They are not misspellings.

It was over spring break that Cassy broke the terrible news to Lilly. They had the house to themselves and were poolside, sunbathing nude and enjoying a warm Saturday afternoon. Cassy had been a little quieter than usual. Lilly thought that maybe she didn't feel well or was just tired from a sex-filled Friday night. She had nearly dozed off when her best friend said, "Lilly, I have to tell you something."

Lilly heard the worry in Cassy's voice. Propping herself on an elbow, she asked, "What's the matter?"

Cassy broke eye contact and stared at the glimmering pool. The giant inflatable Swan floated lazily atop the blue water. "Daddy accepted a new assignment."

"What does that mean?" Lilly looked to her friend, a sinking, helpless feeling settling over her heart. She absentlly fiddled with the Vatspalt family charm that hung on a black velvet choker around her neck.

Cassy took her hand. "It's a much bigger museum than San Francisco. Far more prestigious."

Lilly knew a few things about museums now. "Like, what, LACMA?" Los Angeles was a one-hour plane ride. It wasn't perfect, but Lilly was sure she'd still find time to spend with her other family.

Cassy looked at the ground and shook her head. "The Rijksmeseum."

Lilly blinked. "In Amsterdam?" She felt a weight slam down in the pit of her stomach when Cassy nodded. She shook her head. "No," came out in a choked whisper. "You can't leave!" The tears came quickly and Cassy slid over to Lilly's lounge chair to hug her. "Fuck."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Cassy hugged her tightly. "At least it's not until the end of the school year."

Lilly was heartbroken. But her sadness quickly turned to anger. "So what? That's only a couple months from now."

"I know." And then Cassy started to cry as well. There was more to the story, but this was all Lilly was permitted to know. She stuck to the script. "Sometimes I hate that we move so much."

They kissed and then Lilly nuzzled into Cassy's neck. It was warm and smelled of coconut sunscreen. Her anger grew as she cried on Cassy's shoulder. The Vatspalt's were everything to her. She felt complete whenever she was around them. They had opened her mind to entirely new ways of thinking and opened her body to unquenchable pleasure. Her confidence and emotional well-being had grown into something so robust that even her parents had noticed. She carried herself differently and she interacted with people now in subtle ways that were undefinable but also undeniable. For some unknown reason, a vision of Shelly popped into her mind's eye at that instant and she knew what she was going to do to her best friend. Sliding her hand between Cassy's thighs, she said, "Spread your legs." Then she bit Cassy on the shoulder.

Her friend whimpered. "Okay, but don't bite me so hard." Cassy obediently opened her thighs and Lilly's fingers were on the girl's sex, manipulating the fluffed lower lips.

Lilly said, "Sorry." But she wasn't. She was mad at Daddy for taking the job. How could he do such a thing? It was like she was being surgically removed from the family. Didn't they love her as much as she loved them? Didn't she belong to them? Hadn't she shown them that love in return? She had given herself over completely to them. Her anger turned on Cassy at that moment.

Lilly moved down her friend's body, pushing her back on the lounge chair as she kissed the low valley of Cassy's modest cleavage. Why hadn't Cassy told her this was coming? Landing such a huge job would have taken months. She could have mounted a defense or - at a minimum - been emotionally preparing for their departure. Lilly decided that Cassy had to have known this was coming. Making such a big move would have involved the entire family. They would have discussed it at the dinner table or around the pool or sitting around the ottoman. Lilly seethed. She had been left out of the discussions intentionally.

Her anger bubbled and she stopped kissing Cassy. Her voice was tight and seething when she commanded, "Cassy, I told you to spread your fucking legs." Lilly pinched and twisted Cassy's feminine petals.

Cassy whimpered. "Okay. Be gentle." There was concern in her eyes.

"Just be quiet." And then she kissed Cassy hard, ramming her tongue down her friend's throat; their teeth mashed together. Lilly didn't intend for it to be gentle.

Sliding lower, she suckled Cassy's conical breasts and roughly pushed two fingers inside her friend's lower mouth. She was pleased to discover it was bone dry. Cassy yelped, "Ow, that hurts!"

"So what." Her teeth nashed into Cassy's flesh.

"Lilly, stop!"

"No." It came out as a clenched whisper. Lilly's pace quickened. She was shoving hard, deeply penetrating her friend's desiccated estuary, enjoying the sight of her fingers discovering no moisture, no matter how far she surveyed. That Cassy's special place remained arid, despite the attention it was receiving, only fed into Lilly's vengeful enjoyment of the punishment she dispatched.

Cassy grunted and cried out again when Lilly rammed a third finger inside her parched girl-part. She yelped again and again, with each forceful plunge. Writhing atop the lounge chair, small beads of sweat formed across her creased brow and her tiny body shuddered against the onslaught, her breasts vibrating tightly.

Breathless and consumed with rage, Lilly paused and looked into Cassy's eyes as she tucked her thumb and pinky into her palm and force-fed her hand between the puckered lips of Cassy's pussy, all the way to the thick knot of knuckles at the base of her fingers. Cassy gasped in surprise. Her eyes were pleading and fresh tears welled.

"Lilly, you're hurting me." The comment only fueled Lilly's anger. Twisting her hand, she pushed again and again, driving hard. "Oh, God, that hurts! Lilly, why are you doing this to me?" Her eyes pinched shut and she threw her head back when Lilly only responded with more force. Cassy tried to push her off, but Lilly was heavier and much stronger.

"Just shut up." Lilly dripped sweat on Cassy's face and breasts as she pummeled her friend's snippa. No, Lilly realized, that word was too sweet, too reminiscent of their first encounters. "Your fucking little cunt deserves this." Looking down, Lilly saw her friend's fluffed lips white with strain, stretched tightly around her driving hand, which was still dry. "How could you do this to me?" They were both crying hard, Cassy asking sweetly for Lilly to stop.

"Please, baby, just shut the fuck up," Lilly whispered. Wiping her sweaty face across Cassy's breasts as she worked, Lilly slipped her other hand around Cassy's slender neck, her thumb pressed into the hollow, and pulled a nipple deeply into her mouth, her teeth grinding into Cassy's areola.

Cassy sounded like a wounded animal, her cries bleating and pathetic and nonsensical as they carried across the backyard. But she was too small to offer any resistance. "Don't. God. Okay. Please." And in a gruff whisper beneath Lilly's assault, Cassy finally succumbed. "I understand," she said, and didn't stop it from happening. Spreading her legs further apart, tears streamed down her cheeks and glinted in the afternoon sunshine as she allowed her body to go limp.

Lilly's prey had given up and she rejoiced in her revenge. Partially rolling on top of her friend for better leverage, she pressed her breasts to Cassy's, and pushed her clenched fist against the tiny opening. Twisting her wrist with every upward thrust, Lilly felt her best friend's vulva resist the intrusion; the dense knot of Cassy's pelvic muscles doing their best to keep Lilly at bay. And then it happened.

Cassy cried out loudly. "Oh, God! Lilly, that hur...!" Then she screamed.

Lilly finally pushed through the tautly stretched opening, fully engulfing her fist. Cassy's parched pussy lips seemed to devour Lilly's hand and sealed tightly around her wrist. Lilly felt a dry warmth envelop her fist and when she twisted her wrist, Cassy moaned. Without Cassy's natural lubricant to seal the intrusion, little puffs of air escaped the smaller girl's womb with each drive.

"It's inside me. Lilly. You're inside me," Cassy said between yelps. "Please stop. Please take it out."

But Lilly smothered Cassy's protestations. Sliding her hand from Cassy's neck to her mouth, Lilly said, "Shush, baby, please." Tenderly kissing Cassy on the cheek, she said, "It's meant to be stretched. I'm doing that for you. Just let it happen."

Meak whimpers were Cassy's response.

Lilly whispered, "I love you," over and over while driving forward until her hand would go no further and her knuckles pressed against Cassy's cervix with each push. Lilly knew it was painful as Cassy's legs involuntarily slammed closed around Lilly's arm. When this happened, Lilly twisted her friend's bulbous nipple and said, "Open them back up, baby, or I'll press harder.".

Cassy obeyed. Sobs wracked her body.

Lilly didn't stop pumping for a long time and eventually Cassy stopped crying. She lay limp in the warm sun, felled like a baby antelope overpowered by a large predator.

Looking at the panting little creature, Lilly ran her tongue down Cassy's sweaty body until she located her clit. Sucking the delicious pink bud into her mouth, she bit down on it, eliciting new cries.

Smiling around her meal, the huntress feasted on her prey and started thrusting again.

Lilly was lying facedown on her bed on a Saturday afternoon. Browsing through her social channels, her mother knocked on the bedroom door. It was six weeks since the Vatspalts had left and Lilly's parents were busy packing for their annual beach house vacation. It was warm and Lilly was still in her pajamas; the ceiling fan wafting cool air over her upturned bottom. The letter was from Cassy and showed an address in Amsterdam.

Lilly, with no real friendships outside of Cassy and the Vatspalt family, initially spent much of her time alone. She started following some foodie influencers and that went down a rabbit hole she quite enjoyed. She started spending more time in the kitchen; trying simple recipes at first, then graduating to more complex meals.

It was a time-sink and she often lost herself in discovery. From braising to simmering; mixing, blending and searing, she grew comfortable with it all. She tried Mexican, French, Asian and Italian recipes and even delved into Mediterranean, Indian and African cuisine. Simple dishes evolved into complex offerings with layers of subtle flavors and aromas.

She still preferred to be nude when home alone but she quickly discovered that it stung when something hot splattered on your boob or your girl-part. So she dug her great grandmother's apron out of a drawer and wrapped it around her waist.

Screened with a pinup girl who was also clad in an apron and nothing else, her heart-shaped bottom was revealed. She stood long legs in outlandishly spiked heels and looked over her shoulder with a come-hither gaze and pooched lips. "Kiss the Cook," it said in stylish script. The garment had clearly come from a bygone era and Lilly was sure her mother found it distasteful, which made it even more enjoyable to wear.

The kitchen was ill-equipped to handle her burgeoning skills and before long she was asking her parents to purchase different gadgets and tools as she became more comfortable. They were amenable and Lilly found a tolerable connection for their relationship to - tenuously - foster again. Mom and Dad got amazing dinners when they came home from work, and Lilly enjoyed the process of turning a bunch of disparate ingredients into something delicious.

She also started looking for a summer job. Making some money would help her buy the kitchen gear she desired and she wanted to start saving for a car. Working would also be better than simply sitting at home all summer. As if God was looking down on her, Lilly found a part-time position at a boutique kitchen and cookware store in Old Town Palo Alto.

Many of the other employees were accomplished cooks and since the store had a fully functioning kitchen, Lilly learned more about food preparation from her coworkers. She also bought all sorts of new tools that served a dual purpose. They improved her ability to prepare food and many of them had handles that fit nicely inside her cunt and her bottom.

For fun, she often inserted something in both places and would then putter around the house with them dangling between her legs. Keeping the tools wedged in-place was a workout and she found her pelvic muscles were becoming stronger as she clenched them together while walking. The swaying movement of the tools often caused her special place to drool and she would take a few minutes to pleasure herself as she thought back on her time with the Vatspalts.

Learning of their departure had been a deeply inflicted wound at the time and she had taken her anger out on Cassy. She recalled withdrawing her hand from Cassy's gaping cunt and rolling off her friend, gasping for air and covered in sweat. Suddenly realizing what she had done made her feel wretched. She cried harder and apologized repeatedly but Cassy didn't respond. She just curled into the fetal position and kept asking Lilly, "Why did you do that? Why were you so rough with me? I love you."

Lilly didn't have an answer to that and eventually got Cassy off the lounge chair, helped her upstairs and tucked her into bed. Cuddling her best friend until she fell asleep, Lilly then went downstairs to wait for the rest of the family to get home. Momma and Daddy walked into the family room to find Lilly sitting in one of the wingback chairs. Immediately sensing something was wrong, they asked Louise and Erik to go upstairs. When they left, Lilly said, "I hurt Cassy. I'm so sorry." And then a torrent of tears followed. "Why did I do that?"

Momma and Daddy listened carefully, noting that they were sorry they hadn't shared the news sooner. They were honest (to the extent they could be); the news had been shared within their family and they had not let Lilly know. Daddy had tears in his eyes when he said, "It's our fault, actually. The kids wanted to tell you sooner but we thought it would be too hard for you to hear." Lilly couldn't know about the true reason they were leaving America.

Momma said, "We were worried that you would stop coming over to spend time with us and that was too difficult to bear."

Lilly sniffled and shook her head, "I still would have spent time with you. I love you all!" And then she cried all over again. It took a long time but Lilly finally settled down. They were hugging her, their bodies wrapped warmly in their embrace.

"Lilly, there is something else," Momma said.

Pulling back, Lilly felt her heart start to race again. "What is it?"

"Gustov will be closing his practice here in Palo Alto. It's been difficult for him to keep all three offices running and he wants to focus on his European locations." Another lie, but it was necessary.

Lilly expelled a deep breath, then she started sobbing again. Her support system was evaporating. Her entire world was collapsing. "Why are you all doing this to me? It's not fair."

At this, Daddy spoke. "Good Girl, I think you can understand why I would take this new position. This is a tremendous opportunity."

"I know. It's just that I'll be all alone." But there was one last hope. "Will...will Uncle Lars come back to see his clients? Will he come back to see me?"

Momma patted Lilly's hand. "I'm sure he will, Sweetie." This was also a fabrication; her brother would not be coming back to America to see Lilly. But she knew her words worked when Lilly showed a half-hearted grin. Lilly had a crush on her brother.

Lilly sniffled. "That's something, at least."

They held her hands and said they were as much to blame for Cassy bearing the brunt of Lilly's anger as she was. There were more tears and apologies and when Cassy hobbled downstairs, Lilly hugged her fiercely. "I'm so sorry."

Momma and Daddy clarified to their youngest daughter why Lilly's behavior manifested itself the way it had and Lilly asked Cassy if she could ever be forgiven. In a small voice, Cassy said, "You're my best friend, I could never stay mad at you." And Lilly sat down and cried some more.

That night, behind Cassy's closed bedroom door, Lilly said, "It's only fair." They had showered and Lilly laid face-up on her bed. Cassy sat at her side, looking soft and pretty and slightly dazed. "Did you hear me, baby?" Cassy's hair was still damp, her skin pale; save for the reddened gash between her thighs. Her pussy still gaped from the abuse. Lilly reached up and gently caressed Cassy's cheek. "Baby?"

Cassy shuddered and her eyes came into focus. Looking at Lilly's girl-part, she trailed a finger downward over Lilly's tummy. "Are you sure?" Cassy circled Lilly's belly button then went lower, her nail pressing into the soft hillock of Lilly's mons.

Nodding, Lilly closed her eyes and spread her thighs, trying to slow her heart rate. Cassy crawled onto the bed and sat on her knees between Lilly's legs. She traced her finger lower into the fold. Lilly sighed when Cassy found her clit.

"You're my best friend and I love you so much," said Lilly. "How I could do such a thing is just awful." Sitting up, she kissed Cassy softly on the lips and whispered, "It's what I deserve." And she thought: It's meant to be stretched.

Cassy bent lower and kissed Lilly's hairless mons and then began lapping at the crease, moistening the entrance and preparing it for the intrusion. On cue, Lilly's cunt responded, the thin pink lips peeking out from their hiding place. Sitting up, Cassy pushed a finger into Lilly's special place. "I guess we were telling Josh the truth after all. We were working on something."

This time, the fisting was loving and tender. Cassy took her time; working Lilly's girl-part into a glimmering froth as she slowly drove deeper. Lilly still felt awful. She had the benefit of arousal while Cassy's punishment had been administered under fear and incapacitation. Still, the discomfort Lilly felt as Cassy's clenched hand pushed past her vulva was very real.

The next two months had been equal parts fun and depressing. When Lilly's mother learned of the Vatpalt's pending departure, her parents granted their daughter more time at Cassy's house, which was joyous and adventurous. But it was always tempered with the understanding that it was going to come to an end and they all shed many more tears as their time together concluded. She wasn't able to go to the airport with them and Lilly was forced to say her goodbyes on the Vatspalt's porch. Tears streamed down her face as they drove away, Cassy waving out the back window of their minivan.

Staring at the letter, Lilly wondered about its contents. She kept in close contact with the Vatspalts, Uncle Lars and Gustov through their social channels and by more private streams, so a hand-written letter was odd.

They had all agreed to record and share their encounters. Lilly did the same but so far had only sent videos of her pleasuring herself. She was too nervous about getting a reputation around town and the boys her age weren't interesting anyway. They were too immature and she was confident they wouldn't understand how to provide her the kind of pleasure she was now accustomed to.

Shortly after her second family's departure, Lilly asked if Momma and Daddy would send a video of them having sex and they obliged with a happy face emoji. They ended up sending four videos and Lilly enjoyed them all, often climaxing in unison with them. Daddy sent a fifth video of him masturbating and she enjoyed timing her release with his.

Cassy, Louise and Erik also provided video documentation of their sexual exploits. Erik appeared to be doing very well with several young women and he sent her one video that she found very compelling. Shot from his phone, it showed him in a line with other guys. They were all naked and gently stroking themselves as they patiently waited. When Erik got to the front of the line he stood before a nude girl kneeling on the ground. She was pretty, although small breasted, reminding Lilly of Cassy's bulbs when they first met.

The girl was about Erik's age. Her hair was strawberry blond and pulled into two braided pigtails that grazed her bright pink nipples as she moved. Her eyes were dark green. Adorable freckles splashed across her high cheekbones. She opened her mouth like a baby bird as he masturbated into it and Lilly was reminded of her night with Louise and Josh. The girl's hungry eyes never wavered from the camera lens.

He climaxed carefully, pinching the tip of his kuk so as to make sure none of his sperm missed her mouth. When finished, she swallowed, smiled and thanked him in Danish. He stepped away so that the next boy in line could perform the same act. It was fascinating, and Lilly recalled her evening at the Kitties and Colts Gala in Napa. More than a dozen men had ejaculated in her mouth that evening.

Louise was making the most of her first year in college and sent videos regularly of her encounters with multiple men. In her most recent submission, Louise allowed two men into her pussy at the same time. Their cocks were thick and pointed sharply in different directions. As they built their momentum, Louise's pleasure was obvious. Her eyes rolled back and her body shook violently when she came.

Watching Cassy have sex with guys was an interesting experience for Lilly. She wasn't jealous, but wished she could join in. Alone time with Cassy - especially during their last two months together - was always very intimate and pleasant. Cassy sent numerous videos of her being fucked by the men in her family. But, more recently, a couple videos of her being fucked by other men were very captivating. Lilly often masturbated while watching her best friend have sex with a stranger.

Uncle Lars also obliged and sent six videos, but after watching the first, Lilly decided she was jealous. The video was taken on a large yacht with two gorgeous blond women and a petite, large-breasted red-headed girl that looked to be about Lilly's age. Lilly thought the girl was the daughter of one of the older women, although it wasn't made clear in the video.

Initially, as the girl disrobed him and his kuk sprang from his tight-fitting swimsuit, Lilly became aroused. Uncle Lars' kuk always made Lilly excited and she felt the warm dampness between her thighs as Lars began to masturbate.

And then the girl took him into her mouth, her brown eyes intently looking up at the camera phone as she worked, seemingly mocking Lilly that she could partake of such pleasure, while Lilly could not. But this inexperienced girl used her hands to jack him off as she sucked and Lilly knew Uncle Lars would never climax like that. "I know how to make him come," she said to her empty bedroom.

She watched as the two older women finally pulled the younger one off his dick and bent her over a railing; lashing her wrists and ankles to it using ropes. The girl's tits dangled over the side of the vessel as a picturesque coastline slid past. The women used their fingers to dig open the girl's bright-pink firth. In thick Eastern European accents, they urged Uncle Lars to claim her. "It's her first time," one of the women said as the other placed the camera close to the girl's gleaming girl-part. There was obvious resistance as he pressed the tip of his cock to her pussy and Lilly saw him take hold of her slight hips. Leaning into his muse he drove his hips forward. The girl gasped as she was forced to accommodate his manhood and a small dribble of blood ran down her slender thigh as he found his rhythm. Uncle Lars had torn her hymen.

Lilly managed to sit through the thirty-minute encounter but ultimately found it unappealing to watch, especially when his climax filled the girl's pale, clean-shaven fitta to overflowing. Lilly's special place was quite the opposite by now; parched and dry. She realized her feelings for Uncle Lars ran deeper than she could admit and determined she would not watch the other videos anytime soon.

Gustov sent Lilly an email with a hyperlink and a short message: "You're a smart young woman. Use 'all of you' and what you love most." It took multiple attempts but she finally figured it out. Ultimately, it was easy and incredibly obvious:

Username: Lillith-Gwendolyn-Pierce

Password: LGPLovesKorkaigen

When the site opened there were three tiny flag icons: U.S., Sweden, and the Netherlands. Clicking one, she found the video records of the exams conducted at his various practices and it was clear his practice in the U.S. had been his newest. There were only a dozen or so little thumbnail images and they were all the same: A picture of a speculum opening a vagina. The European locations had many more to select from. It was possible to search files by name, birthdate or by using filters based on physical characteristics.

She wasn't surprised when one of his patients, following her session with the clit stimulator, requested he fuck her. "Of course," he said casually, "But that procedure takes place after the exam." He was true to his word and Lilly discovered a good number of little blue links using the filter: Post Examination Procedure.

Using the search function, Lilly typed her last name and birthdate and she quickly discovered her exam. Watching it was arousing but it was also like having an out-of-body experience. She remembered every detail but the multiple camera angles made the viewing of it unique. On the right side of the screen, without any descriptor to note it's meaning, she saw: PCI score - 27.

Scrolling through different exams, the PCI scores varied but Lily was unable to immediately determine what it meant. She found several exams for Momma, Louise and Cassy in all three locations. Surprisingly, Lilly also discovered that Shelly, the bully she had dealt with months ago, was one of Gustov's patients. Watching him fuck her initially made Lilly angry. It was obvious he was enjoying himself and she couldn't understand why.

But as she watched, she realized she couldn't blame either of them. Gustov's appetite for sex was ravenous and it was clear Shelly enjoyed the man's cock, which Lilly herself had enjoyed many times. He was a skilled lover and his dick was a pleasure unto itself.

Shelly and her cunt-faced friends, thankfully, were long gone. They had all completed their course work and were moving on from Palo Alto Community College. Next year, Lilly would be one of the 'older girls' and had already made a promise to herself that if she saw a freshman was being picked on, she would stand up for her.

It was at that moment, Lilly recalled what a PCI score represented. It was in the pamphlet she'd discovered at Gustov's office. She had been nude at the time and had no place to conceal it, so she left it behind. Using her phone, she typed in PCI score and nothing came up. Undeterred, she hunted around the internet for more than an hour and finally found what she was looking for in an obscure Swedish medical journal on women's reproductive health. It read:

The vagina and breasts are the primary feminine sexual identifiers. However, they also include her hips, buttocks, legs, feet, arms, lips, cheeks, eye size, shape and location on the face, hands and other measurable aspects of her body. These attributes combine to create a Physical Composite Index (PCI) score. A PCI score may change over time and is determined via the PCI algorithm applied to measurements and scans taken of the patient's body during annual visits to her gynecologist.

In general, the higher a female's PCI score, the more physically desirable and attractive she is, particularly to heterosexual males, gay and bisexual females.

As ascribed by the Swedish Gynecology Association, PCI scores are grouped into the following numerical ranges: 0-4: generally unattractive; 5-9: generally attractive: 10-14; attractive: 15-19; generally very attractive: 20-24; very attractive: 25-29. As per the guidelines set forth by the National Swedish Psychological Association, PCI scores are maintained for research purposes only and are not shared with patients as their discovery could lead to various anti-social and psychological issues.

Given the last sentence, it was easy to understand why finding this information was so difficult. Insecure young women who knew they had a low PCI score would be problematic, at the very least. Lilly started to cry. Her PCI score was a 27; nearly off the charts. "The Vatspalts were right. I am beautiful."

Unfolding the letter, Lilly flipped over and rested against her pillow. She quickly realized the letter was not from Cassy. It was in Momma's curly script and had been addressed from Cassy to conceal the writer's identity from Lilly's parents. Lilly absently opened her thighs and slid her hand down the front of her pajama shorts. It was an automatic reaction and she wasn't aware she did it.

Lilly, Our Good Girl,

We miss you so much and hope you are doing well. Our time with you meant so much to our entire family and I know Cassy will never forget her year in America. None of us will!

It's safe to say that you won't forget our time together either. We trust that you learned a lot from all of us and that you will use that knowledge wisely. Share what you know so that others may experience the joy and freedom such knowledge can bring. The world can be so close-minded!

As I sit here in our apartment, Daddy is at work in the museum (it's an AMAZING place), Louise is back home in Sweden, attending Stockholm University, and Erik and Cassy are in school (no summer vacation for any of the kids, sadly, as schools in Europe run on a different calendar). With my database skills, I was able to pick up a part-time job at the school district offices in the city and I came across a student profile that I wanted to share. Just look at her picture!

She reminded me so much of you when I ran across your picture back in Palo Alto! Well, I couldn't help but assign her to Cassy's physical education class! I was even able to assign her to the same shower stall. I am confident they will become fast friends and I know our family is very much looking forward to meeting her.

Do take care of yourself, Good Girl. Have fun, try new things, meet new people. Open your legs often but guard your heart. Don't let your parents dominate and overrule the amazing free-thinking young woman you've become. Absorb the world around you and use your open mindedness to welcome and accept the new and that which may make you uncomfortable. Use the uncomfortable to thoroughly explore your sexuality.

However, be safe and make sure you stay on birth control. The dose Gustov gave you will last a couple more years. I trust, by then, you will have found a new gynecologist (not your mother's!). Often, women feel more comfortable seeing a female doctor. Don't do it! Men understand the true purpose of your vagina. He probably won't fuck you like my cousin did, but don't be afraid to ask him. Who knows?

Lilly, honey, go forth and conquer! Become a modern day version of Lucia!

Love,

Momma

Lilly cried softly for a few moments. She would do as Momma had directed and open her legs as often as she could. Her desire for sexual pleasure had been awakened and she hoped it would never rest. She would never again let her parents have the control over her they once had.

When she calmed down, she played with herself for a bit before digging into the envelope and finding two pictures. The first was of a very pretty young woman with long dark hair and large blue eyes. She was tall and willowy, but looked awkward, as if she wasn't comfortable in her own skin. Her legs were long and her hips were narrow. In the picture she wore a one-piece athletic swimsuit with a school emblem across her chest. Her breasts were extraordinarily full, and although she covered them with her arms, her mounded flesh poured from around the garment's plunging neckline. The swimsuit was too small and pulled into the contours of her special place; her thighs didn't touch and were slender enough to create an adorable heart-shaped gap at her snippa. The puffed mound of her pubic hair was evident beneath the fabric. She was frowning and it was clear she didn't enjoy having her picture taken. Lilly turned the photo over and saw in Anna's writing: Cecelia Marie Dahl, age 18, Amsterdam Middle Academy College.

The next photo was of Lilly that had been taken before meeting the Vatspalts. She stood in her gymnastics leotard, which stretched tightly around her breasts and also pulled deeply into the pleat of her girl-part. A puffy dark patch of hair could be seen at the crotch of the pink garment. It was a picture from a gymnastics competition (her final performance) and proclaimed her taking first place in a district competition. Her mother had insisted Lilly submit it on the Palo Alto Community College application to illustrate her interest in activities outside of school.

Like Cecilia, she looked uncomfortable and had her arms wrapped over her breasts. Cecilia could have been Lilly's twin. Turning over the image, she saw Momma's writing again: Lillith Gwendolyn Pierce, age 19, Palo Alto Community College.

"You picked me," Lilly said to her empty bedroom. She was happy for Cecilia. If the Danish girl was receptive to the Vatspalt's tutelage, she was going to come out of the experience a secure, confident young woman and enjoy herself immensely along the way. And then she cried because she missed her second family dearly.​