WARNING
Adult Content
18+
Rated MA for (N) Nudity, (SS) Sex Scenes & (FL) Foul Language
Also may be considered by some readers (I) Incest & (L) Lolicon
Chapter 2: The Stepdaughter
It was almost night when she arrived from school and, like the previous week, the mansion was quiet and no Sesshoumaru could be found as she already expected. He had been avoiding her since the ‘accident’ as he had the gall to refer to their love making. She had only heard him say it once, thought, when he was taking a shower in her room, the morning after he had lost control and taken her. She had been awake and had tiptoed to the bathroom door with plans of joining him, but changed her mind as soon as she heard him saying that it had been a mistake. It hurt when he said that, yet she still wanted him. It was a foreign feeling and she had no idea what to do with it so at that time she had gone back to bed and made him believe she was still sleeping. She felt him come out of the bathroom, walk to the side of the bed and look at her sleeping figure before picking up his clothe and leaving the room. Since then, he left as early as possible and came late at night. She though she once heard him walking around her room at around 1:00 a.m. but she was half asleep and wasn’t sure if she had dream it or not.
With a heavy heart she went to her room, left her bag over the small desk to the side and flopped herself on her bed which had new sheets on since the ones from a week ago had blood stains and reminded her too much of Sesshoumaru. Sighing, she placed her arm to cover her eyes and concentrated on something as long as her ‘Father’ wasn’t in them. But once again, her thoughts trailed to that day and what came next.
She remembered that the day after, she hadn’t gone to school. She was a little sore and didn’t doubt that somebody would notice. Besides, she just didn’t feel like it, not after the Sesshoumaru thing. That afternoon, her friends had come to visit her wondering why she had been absent. She told some baloney story that she hadn’t been feeling well that morning and if she was feeling better the following day she would attend school.
“I don’t believe you” said Sango. Kagome knew that her best friend was sharp, but even if she told her what had really happened, her friend would disapprove. Actually, most people would try to demand her ‘Dad’ for child abuse or some crap like that. But she didn’t agree with them. She had known Sesshoumaru was a little possessive when it came to her. However, she never thought that he would love her. And she certainly hadn’t thought that she would like his love.
“I’m fine, Sango, really. Its most likely a cold or something just as harmless” she had tried to convince her insisting friend that everything was fine, which really wasn’t the case.
“I think Sango is right, Kagome. There is something different about you I just can’t put my finger on it” added Ayame, studying her.
“Seriously guys, I’m fine, just a little tired that’s all” she said again hoping they would drop it for the time being.
Thanks god they did and concentrated on telling Kagome what had happened at school in her absence. It seemed that Hojo blamed himself for her nonattendance and had wanted to apologize to her but Ayame and Sango stopped him. They convinced him to let them take care of the problem by interrogating her and he acceded but had been calling them every five minutes to make sure she wasn’t mad at him. And really, Kagome hadn’t had time to get mad at him yet, since she was livid with somebody else and that was taking all her efforts and concentration.
After getting the class notes from her friends, they went home and she finished her homework by nine. With nothing else to do, she got ready to go to bed. She changed into her pajama, brushed her teeth and tried, in vain, to sleep. One hour later, she was still awake, looking at her white ceiling which reminded her of someone’s silver hair. With a sigh, she got out of bed and went to his room. She knew he wasn’t there and wasn’t sure when he would be back. That meant that at any given moment he would open the front door and find her snooping around his room. However, even when her heart was beating fast in her chest, she entered and, after absorbing her surroundings, she headed for his bed.
She sat on it and noticed how soft it was, just like his touch. She got a pillow and hugged it to her. It smelled so much like him that she was considering taking it with her as a souvenir. But then it would be too obvious that she had been there. Putting the pillow back in its original place, she stood and went back to her room. As soon as her head hit he pillow, she felt sleep.
She had repeated the process for the whole week, each time staying longer knowing he wouldn’t come home until eleven or twelve. It gave her enough time to snoop around and touch herself in private places. Just thinking about what she often did in his room made her face heat, but each time she remembered his hands on her, her body began to heat. A strange sensation would run down her spine and end in her pelvis; her nipples would get excited and swollen, her breathing fast and her mind would go misty. She simply couldn’t divorce the feeling that thoughts of him elicited and by the third time in his room, she couldn’t stop from trying to alleviate that heat. At first it was an innocent exploration on her part. Touching and rubbing her clit, pressing her nipples and massaging her breast. Quite inoffensive, but it only made her want more. She had though that it would take some of the edge off but it made it worse. She still wanted him, more than before. Now, it simply was a ritual she did every evening before going to sleep.
As the previous nights, Kagome got out of her bed. She opened her books and notebooks and began to do her assignments. Two hours later she was done with them. Looking at the alarm clock by her bed it showed that it was almost nine. 8:47 p.m. to be precise. Putting the things aside, she went to take a shower. When she came out in her pajama, a yellow long-sleeves button up top and full length pants with white dogs in it, she headed for Sesshoumaru’s room. Closing the door behind her, she went and stood next to his bed. Caressing the soft mattress with her hand she began to imagine that Sesshoumaru was there. She opened her shirt slowly and pulled her pants down as of his hands were doing it.
Touching her breast and squishing her nipple as many other times, she laid in his bed. One hand she placed between her thighs and played with her nub but eventually she needed more than that. Her hand went lower still, and she opened her folds to move her hand deeper in. She was hot and wet, she knew, but still wasn’t enough to just touch, she needed something in. Her small finger tentatively entered her, making her ark her back at the feeling it brought out in her. So intense, yet nothing like Sesshoumaru’s. His were the best. But she would have to do with what she had. And her dainty fingers were the only thing to penetrate her for the time being. She pulled out and dipped in again, the sensation made her moan but still lacked so many things. She wanted Sesshoumaru to do it so she imagined that the diminutive fingers were his big ones and hurried the pace the small appendages entered her body.
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Sesshoumaru had left work early that day. He was tired and needed to sleep since he had been waking too early and going to sleep too late to avoid Kagome. He still had no idea how to explain what happen between them. Not only that, but she hadn’t said anything to anybody about what had happened and that made him wonder. Maybe he had a chance of talking to her and explaining his feeling and insecurities. Or maybe it was better if he didn’t see her anymore. ‘Yeah, that would be better. There is no way that she loves me. Besides, she is too much a temptation and I don’t want to hurt her more than I already have. The best thing I can do is move out of the mansion’ he thought. ‘There is a hotel near my office. It’s the best place to crash at while I find something else.’
He would go to his room, pick some of his clothes and leave the house. He would leave a note to Kagome telling her why he was leaving and that he planned to never see her again. Ok, never was too harsh. Maybe just watch her from a safe distance because he really didn’t think that he could live without looking at her beautiful face at least once a day.
As he drove home, he wondered what she could be doing. ‘Sleeping’ he decided, ‘she goes to bed every day at 9 o’clock’. A rare smile appeared in his face, he had been in her room every other night. Usually after twelve so there would be no way she would wake up. However, she did manage to scare him once, when he entered and made some noise that woke her. Thanks God she fallen right back to sleep or he wouldn’t have been able to hold back. She looked so adorable when she slept but when she woke up was the best. Usually a half smile adorned her face and her blue eyes were clouded with sleep. Her hair would be sticking out in every possible direction and she would stretch before jumping out of bed. Her morning ritual reminded him of a cat and more than once he found it sexy.
Parking the car beside the house, he took out the keys from the ignition and got his briefcase. Got out of the car and put the alarm on. From outside every light seemed to be off but one never knew with such a big place. Opening the front door and entering the unlit living room, he took his jacket off and placed it on the back of his favorite armchair. The whole place was dark meaning she was indeed sleeping. With determination, he went up the stairs and stopped in front of her door. Maybe he should see her now. But he decided not to. It was best if he waited until everything was packed before saying goodbye to her. He just hoped he could contain himself and not jump her while she slept as well. He continued down the hall to the last door but stopped inches before opening it. He heard something. It vaguely sounded like a moan but he was sure he had to be mistaken.
Taking a couple of steps back to find where the strange noise was coming from, he noticed that it was really coming from his room. Through the door, pants and groans reached his ears exciting him. He doubted that some pervert was in there but whom else. Kagome was most likely sleeping. Deciding between going away or walking in, he chose the second one. It was his house. He should know what the heck happened in there while he was away. Steeling his resolve, he walked in only to find the most beautiful thing his eyes would ever hope to see.
His Kagome was writhing in
his bed with
her hand between her legs. The pajama bottoms had been lost long ago and the top was wide open showing him as the other hand squished her nipple in her feverish passion. A thin layer of sweat covered her entire body and her blue eyes were hazy. Only one word tried to come of her mouth as moans made it almost impossible.
“Sessh…Ahh… Sesshou… Please” she mumbled in between sighs.
Sesshoumaru was sure she wasn’t talking to him because she hadn’t registered his presence yet. But he clearly understood that she wanted him just as much he desired her. That was all he needed to see before his briefcase hit the floor and he left his feet take him to her as if hypnotized. Hovering over her before kneeling down, he freed his tie and pulled it over his head. He heard her gasp as she froze in place when she noticed that he was there. Saw her face become red and as she closed her legs.
He smiled.
“Sesshoumaru” she murmured covering her breasts in the process.
“Do you need help, Love?” he asked her. His voice was husky and his pants had a growing bulge that wanted out. Her eyes widen as his hand went toward her, sneaking between her closed legs and playing with her clit before two of his fingers entered her.
“Yes” she moaned and tremble in his hand. Her entrance extremely wet, her fluids soaking his sheets and ready to take him in.
Without missing a beat, he put his soaked fingers in his mouth, tasting her in them. ‘Delicious’ he admitted. In a hurry, he pulled down his fly and let his already hard dick out. Placing her legs over his shoulders, he entered her. Her channel was as tight as the first time, wet and inviting. Unable of controlling himself he began to move fast, his breathing becoming faster and his eyes rolled back into his head with her moans lulling him into a trance.
Thinking that it wasn’t enough, he turned her around, her ass up high giving him an excellent view of her rear. The strange position was new to her, which made her cheeks turn red from the passion and slight embarrassment. Also, the look in Sesshoumaru’s eyes as he looked at her glistering pussy made a lion look inoffensive and tamed. Holding her ass in place, he pushed his stiff member inside, letting a sigh of relieve and pleasure as he felt her walls press against his hardness. His movements were regular at first but became uncontrolled with time. One of his hands moved from around her hip to her breast which he twisted to his liking as she hissed loudly and her eyes clouded from enjoyment. That was what he wanted, to mark her as his in a way nobody else could. All that week he had thought of her, of what he had done and how to mend it. He knew there was no going back and was pretty damned sure there was no forward either. But there he was. Once more playing with her tits and taking her like it was the first time. Holding her ass off the bed, his bed, the only place in the house he thought she wasn’t going to willing visit. And she had been there. Touching herself and thinking of him. Scrumptiously wet for him. Open to receive him and so he had taken what she offered. She was his and that was it. Nobody was going to take her from him. No living human would. So, as her wall clamped around him and she breathed an almost inaudible “Sesshou”, he made her come screaming for only him to hear. He knew he was close too. But unwilling to commit the same mistake as their first time, he pulled out of her and stroked his erection until he came and unloaded on her tired back.
He didn’t even bother to clean her as he almost fell on top of her. Moving a little to the side, he pulled her to him and seconds later, she was sleep together with him. It was the best sleep he had had in days and if he was lucky, one in many to come.
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The sun was reaching its zenith when she woke up. Looking around she noticed that she was alone in his bed and wondered if maybe she had dreamed it all and the he hadn’t come home at all. However, she was proven wrong when the bathroom door opened to reveal a hardly clothed Sesshoumaru. To be specific, he was only wearing a short white towel around his waist, leaving his muscled torso and strong thighs for all to see. But there was only one person to see the show and at that moment she was hiding her blushing face under his sheets as she looked shyly at his strong physic.
“Like what you see?” he asked playfully and liked the nervous nod she gave as answer. Becoming serious all of the sudden he added “Kagome we have to talk”. Once again, she just nodded, accepting that the situation demanded it. However, the god of business was very anxious and had no idea how to begin. What was he supposed to say? She was just a child. A child he loved and was afraid to lose. Yeah, how did he tell her that?
“You don’t have to worry about it, Sesshoumaru. I won’t tell anybody. They wouldn’t understand” she told him. He looked at her intently, searching for something in her eyes and it seemed he didn’t find it.
“Do you love me?” he suddenly asked. Kagome had been asking herself that question for the whole week and she had found that she missed him when he was not there. She craved his presence since the day she became his daughter. He was her harbor. The person who helped her when she was in trouble –well, he would if she caused trouble. Did that make it love? She didn’t know. She had never been in love before but she did like what they had right then. She didn’t want him to just disappear from her life because of some mistake in which she was a willing participant. She wanted him there, with her. It mattered little if it was only for the sex –it was great either way– even if she wanted to monopolized all of him.
“Yes” Kagome answered “I love you”. Sesshoumaru shook his head. He didn’t believe her. Well, he just thought she was confused. He was her first. He had always been there for her. A constant in her life, it was bound to cloud her judgment.
“You´re too young Kagome, you have no idea what love is” he told her. “You are just confused and we shouldn’t continue with this. It’s wrong.”
“Why? Because you are my father?” he didn’t answered “Sesshoumaru, do you know what love is?” once again, he just looked at her without replying. Taking that as a no she continued shyly “Neither do I, but I like what we have right now. This is a first for me too, you know. And I would like it if you taught me all you know” by then her face resembled a tomato and Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes were wide. She was looking down, but every second she looked his way as she tried to gauge his reaction.
“What are you saying?” he asked her incredulous.
“I´m saying that… maybe we… emh, could continue with this” her voice was a murmur by the time she finished that sentence and was looking every possible way that wasn’t her supposed father and now lover, which only made Sesshoumaru somewhat happy. This was the girl he had taken care of since she was two years old. She was his obsession. And she was his.
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A/N I really await your opinion more than anything because this part is not as good as I would have liked so it might be subjected to changes until I find it satisfactory –meanwhile I will continue with another chapter– however, the idea will still be the same and there will not be any significant alteration. If that is the case it will be notified.
Selyne
