Kimberly woke up soaked in her own pussy juice -- that had been the most intense wet dream she'd ever had. Also the weirdest -- she wasn't gay. In fact, lesbianism kind of weirded her out. There were rumors about some of the girls at school, but she just avoided those girls. Her parents wouldn't approve of her hanging out with girls like that anyway. Not that girls like that would probably want to go near the house of Henry "Hellfire" Harris, pastor of the Benton Street Baptist Church.
She imagined the look on his face if he caught one of his precious daughters kissing another girl, and felt a pleasant twinge in her pussy -- apparently that dream had really gotten to her more than she thought. "I'm a normal 100% heterosexual" she reminded herself, and felt better as she took a cold shower. Images of other naked girls soaping her up and washing her off hardly intruded into her thoughts at all.
When she got dressed she noticed that her A-cup bra felt too tight -- must have shrunk in the wash or something. She tried on another, and another, but none seemed to fit. Finally she went over to her sister Daphne's drawer and tried on one of her B-cups. That felt much better. "Bit late for a growth spurt," she muttered, but didn't give the matter much thought -- the smell of pancakes from downstairs pushed everything else aside. She was feeling ravenously hungry for some reason.
As she downed her third stack of pancakes and reached for yet another serving of bacon her mother chided her gently. "This is breakfast, dear, not a contest. Not that I don't appreciate the compliment to my cooking, but I don't want you to make yourself sick."
"I'd do the same thing myself if gluttony weren't a sin," her father said. "You're the best cook I ever met."
"Flattery will get you nowhere sir," her mother replied, but she was grinning as she said it.
"Sorry," said Kimberly as she slathered butter over her pancakes. "I think I'm having a late growth spurt or something. I had to borrow one of Daphne's bras."
"You could have asked first!" snapped Daphne.
"You were in the shower," Kimberly replied, and it's not like we don't borrow each other's clothes all the time.
"Not underwear!"
"It won't happen again," Kimberly promised. "I'll buy some new stuff after school." She imagined going into Victoria's secret at the mall, trying on lacy frilly things. The clerk might offer to help her pick something out, come into the changing room... Kimberly caught herself before the image went any farther. "Walmart," she reminded herself. "White cotton. Demure."
"Can I come too?" asked Sarah, Kimberly's younger sister. The image of that Victoria's Secret shopgirl taking sweet innocent Sarah's virginity with a strap-on dildo flashed through Kimberly's mind. She'd never actually seen one, but the image was so clear, so enticing...
"No!" shouted Kimberly. The others stared at her. "I mean, I'm going right after school and you've got basketball practice." Though the youngest of the girls, Sarah was the tallest and most athletic.
"Off to school now," the reverend told them. I've got contractors to meet. We've got the okay to add a new wing to the church." His wife and daughters gasped and cheered, then rushed up to hug him. Kimberly trailed behind. It was good news of course, but she was just so distracted today. She walked over to school feeling relieved to get away from her father. If he only knew the thoughts that were intruding on his chaste daughter's mind... |