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My Stepdaddy, part 2 By: Bernice 14 Momma took me with her the next morning to shop for my dress for the wedding. As we entered Dave's Bridal shop I felt myself coming alive with excitement, there was so much more here than just pretty dresses. There were bra and panty sets, corsets, garter belts, stockings, you name it, and it was there anything a bride or bride's maid could ever want or need. Momma was going all out, and the fact she hadn't already chosen her own dress only showed me how much she loved me. We started off by looking at the dresses, but the lingerie kept attracting my attention so I wasn't paying that much attention to the gorgeous dresses. Then Momma said, "Hey Baby, we'll get to that as soon as we find our dresses. He isn't just marrying me you know, in a way he's marrying you too as a daughter." I hadn't thought about it like that before, and now I was actually looking at the dresses, the part that everyone would see. We took most of the morning to find our dresses and get fitted. Then I felt like a kid in a candy shop as Momma told me she wanted me to help her pick out her lingerie to go with it. "What about mine Momma? Shouldn't I have sexy lingerie too?" I asked. "What are you thinking of?" she asked me. And I led her over to the corset sets. "Oh my, you are growing up if you want to try your first corset." She let out a little giggle. "We'll both wear one." I saw her blush a bit as we began looking them over. The satin and lace as I ran my fingers over it was so sensual, so alluring that it was hard to decide. "Well," suggested the sales lady, "Why don't you strip down and put on a little cami. Then you can try them on and see which one you like the best." In no time we were both cinched up in the sexiest corset I'd ever seen. If I hadn't been wearing a Gaff, my excitement would have been most embarrassing, even though it was a bit difficult to breath. Momma leaned over and whispered into my ear. "I know how difficult it is for you to breathe right now. But we'll stop off at Cora's Corsets and get you a trainer. That way, by the time the wedding gets here you'll have no trouble at all." I'd seen Cora's Corsets in the mall, I'd even been in there shopping and bought lingerie before. The only reason I'd never bought a corset was because I was sure I'd need help cinching it up and tying it off. I voiced this concern to Momma who grinned at me. "Then I guess it's going to be fun teaching you how to use a door knob," she giggled. "A Door knob?" I asked almost embarrassed. "Yes Sweetie," answered the sales lady waving her hands at her own hourglass figure. "It's how I get into this every morning. Of course this is just a cincher, but it's basically the same, just not as much to push up the top." We found our Heels, White four inch stilettos with open toes, and ankle straps. And we were assured that by the end of the week our dresses would be ready. We went over to meet Ty at his office, we were going to have lunch together. Over lunch he said he'd gotten us an appointment with the family judge to have the Adoption papers drawn up and signed the next day. "Of course I'm really pleased about the timing," he said. At my confused look he finished, "The adoption won't be finalized until Friday." That's when it hit me that was the same day as the wedding. I wrapped my arms around his neck hugging him. "Thank you Daddy," I kissed his cheek as I felt something change inside. I felt hollow yet filled somehow. I let go of him quickly and sat back down, but both he and Momma noticed it. "Tyra?" prompted Momma. "Princess, is everything alright?" I could hear both their concern. Nervously I stuck my index finger in my mouth as I tried to figure out what had just happened. "Ty?" I heard Momma ask. Her voice sounded far away. "Let's not panic just yet Megan," he advised. "Princess, Tyra?" Everything looked the same, yet not quite. Then I realized where I was, my own mind. My mental world which mirrored the outer world. Only here everything was projected to be safe. Anything outside that wasn't safe would be altered to change the memories of those not ready for the outside reality. Tyranny and Terri were there, and someone else I hadn't seen before, Tyla. Looking around I tried to find Torch, but he was absent. "Oh no, no please don't let him be outside. He promised," I said. "He isn't here because you don't need him anymore," said Tyla. "You have a real Daddy now who loves you, so he went away." "Really, he just up and left, just like that?" I was confused. "No, he isn't completely gone. He's.... hibernating. Just in case you might need him again. But you don't need him, you have the three of us, we're still here." assured Tyla and Tyranny. From far away I heard Momma's voice gently calling to me, I could hear the edge of fear in it. Then Daddy Ty's voice, "Princess, you're ok. We're right here." I felt as if part of me was missing, but at the same time I felt a little more complete. Blinking I looked around, Momma and Daddy Ty were right there with me, holding my hands. My face felt wet and I realized it was from my tears. I smiled as best I could, unsure if I should be happy or sad. "Tyra, Can you tell us what just happened?" he asked with concern. Inside I heard Tyla's voice, "It's ok, you can tell them, they will understand." "You kind of spaced out there, are you ok Tyra?" asked Momma. "Y, yes I think so," I answered feeling the corners of my mouth curling upward. "Torch, Torch is gone. Well not gone, he went to sleep. But Tyla says it's because he isn't needed anymore." "Tyla?" they both asked at the same time. I heard her giggle as she stepped forward past me, pausing to kiss my cheek in reassurance. "H, Hi," she blushed shyly then giggled. "Oh my gosh, what do they have me wearing? Good grief, look at this outfit, where are my jeans and boots?" she looked around, then looked at her fingernails, the bright pink polish. "Sorry I can't do this right now, call me when I can wear black again." "You're my little Goth Princess?" asked Daddy. "Well duhhh," she answered and was gone back inside. "She's so shy," Momma said. "I hope I get to meet her again soon." "I'm sure you'll have the opportunity soon enough Megan," he squeezed our hands. "I'm not in trouble am I?" I asked. "No Sweetie," they answered. "I always wondered why you had all those black clothes, and those Boots. I'd break an ankle if I was wearing boots like that," commented Momma. I looked at the time and realized I'd just lost ten minutes. It wasn't as unnerving knowing why and what had happened though. After we finished eating Daddy went back to work and Momma led me to the Corset shop. "May I help you?" asked an elderly lady. "Yes I need a Trainer for my Daughter, she's starting out learning to wear a Corset." "Oh, welcome back Tyranny. It's been a while since you were in here," said the woman. It was strange feeling both Tyranny and Tyla out front with me at the same time. As quickly as one of us would spot something, someone else would see something. But we were all cooperating. Momma bought me a Corset Trainer in White satin with lots of lace. Then Tyranny asked if she could have a Pink Cincher, she had the perfect outfit to go with it, and she didn't have one in Pink yet. This raised Momma's eyes a bit. Tyla was a complete surprise though as she picked out a Merry Widow with satin panels and steel boning, covered in tons of ruffled black lace. She headed for the fitting room and Momma asked, "Would you like some help with that?" "No Momma I can handle it, but I would like your opinion though, please?" "Of course Sweetheart." As she passed by a rack she grabbed a very short pleated black Mini skirt and a black fishnet top. "Tyla what are you doing?" Tyranny and I both asked her with more than just a little concern. "I'm going to spend some time with Momma, you two have had a monopoly on her all day." She stripped off everything. Then pulled on a pair of pink satin and lace ruffled pantys, fastened the corset around our waist, then pulled the strings as tight as possible. I thought she was going to ask Momma for help. But then she wrapped the strings around the knob of the door and leaned away from it pulling it tighter, her fingers working at the laces in the middle. Then pulling on them again she let herself be drawn back upright, before repeating the process. This time she giggled as she quickly wrapped the excess around our waist and tied them off. She pulled on the bright pink silky stockings and fastened the garters then stepped into the very short skirt, and pulled on the fishnet top. I was happy to see the top had a thin satin panel in front to hide our braless breasts from actual view. Momma's eyes went wide as she saw how pretty we were and how well Tyla had managed. "Is it too tight? Can you breathe ok in that?" she asked. "Don't you already have one like that?" asked the sales lady. "No the one I have has little pink skulls," answered Tyla. Then she turned to Momma, "Well what do you think? Will you be too embarrassed to go shopping with me if I go all out?" "No not at all," Momma answered. "But I think you need to fix your makeup and those heels don't go with that outfit." "You aren't put off by the way I look?" Hugging her Momma said, "Should I be?" then turned to the lady. "Can I pay for this outfit and put her other things in the bag with the rest?" "Of course," she stepped around us snipping off the tags. In the ladies room Tyla quickly removed our bright makeup and then seeing we only had our own, she used the black eyeliner and mascara to fix her eyes. "I'll just have to wait to do my lips," she smiled. "Good because I saw the perfect boots to match that outfit," Momma told her. The boots she showed Tyla had four inch heels, and the sides were covered in silver buckles. I felt the tears welling up as Momma slid her credit card to pay for the four hundred dollar boots. Looking at both Momma and Tyla in surprise the young guy at the counter said, "Wow, you must be her Mom." "Yes I am," she answered as they left. "Tyla, why was he so surprised when I used my card to pay for the boots?" "Oh ummm," Tyla paused trying to think of her answer as she blushed bright red. "Tyla please. Momma's not going to be mad at you. But I need to know how you have managed to pay for the boots you already have." Blushing now she pulled Momma over to a bench. "The same way Tyranny pays for her clothes. Except I usually go a bit further." "What do you mean young lady?" "Momma please we just work it out in trade." "And what is it that you trade?" I could see it in Momma's eyes she already knew the answer. "Well Tyranny likes giving blowjobs for her pretty heels. Me since mine are always way more expensive I do a lot more." Just then a boy started past us and stopped, "Tyla, hey bitch, I haven't seen you in a while." "Oliver, this is my mother." She said with a hint of anger. "Oh, sorry I didn't realize. I thought you were trying to work out paying for that killer outfit. And I wanted," he stopped talking. "Oliver, go away. You're stoned and you know how I feel about drugs." "You liked my weed pretty good the last time we hooked up. I thought you like being in the middle between the four of us that night." "Young man, my daughter has asked you to leave. I suggest you continue on." We looked up to see Daddy Ty standing there. Oliver blanched and rushed off in a hurry. Tears in our eyes now Tyla said, "Thank you Daddy. I'm sorry I'm not the good girl like Tyra." I felt him take me from Momma's arms as he sat down next to us. Then he brushed our hair back from our face, his thumbs wiping at the tears. "You are a very beautiful teenage girl, no matter what you are wearing. And I know that it is normal for girls to be, 'active' at your age." We looked up into his eyes, then at Momma's. "But, but I'm a slut. I'm not like Tyranny or Tyra, I like it when I get that kind of attention. When they push me to my knees and, and, it doesn't matter if it's a boy or a girl." She was crying again. Then taking hold of her gently Momma said, "There is nothing wrong with being slutty for someone you care about. I think you know that, don't you?" "Y, yes Momma." "And we will always love you no matter what. But please, please don't just be the girl everyone turns to when they're hard up. You are worth more than that. If they aren't willing to stick around and accept you, and respect you, they aren't worth giving yourself to them." "I suspect the only reason they like you so much is because they don't have to worry that you'll get pregnant," said Daddy Ty in his understanding, loving way. "You really aren't mad at me, or disappointed in me?" I heard Tyla ask. "No we aren't, are we Ty?" "Not at all. But I think maybe the next one who wants to show his, Affection, should be willing to come to the house and meet us first." he smiled at her. "That goes for Tyranny and Tyra too," he added. "Yes and if he can't afford to spend money on a motel, then I'd rather listen to you in your room knowing what you're doing than worry that you're on a back road or in the park or someplace else that isn't safe," Momma said. Daddy went with us as we finished up our shopping. Then at home we sat and talked a lot more about things we'd never shared with either of them not even with Janet in our therapy sessions. They really did love me. As the wedding grew closer, so to, did our appointment with Dr Jeffries. To say we were nervous would be an understatement. This was the guy who had argued to keep us locked up. I put on a pretty peasant blouse and a modest skirt, no stockings or tights. My pretty matching pink bra and panty set. Then carrying my purse Momma drove me to the clinic. "Hi Diane, Tyra's here for her appointment with Dr Jeffries," Momma said. "Go ahead and sign in honey," she told me as I signed into the register while she pulled up my records on the computer. It was only five minutes later that he came out and picked up the register. Looking at it confused for a moment he said, "Tyffany Powers?" we were the only ones there and Momma looked surprised when I stood up and smoothed my skirt before following him to his office. He held our chair for us as we sat down. "So, it's been a big week for you, have you had any problems?" "Oh no sir," I answered. "I see you signed in as Tiffany, are there any others I should know about?" we glanced at his notes. "Umm, that's Tyffany with a double 'Y' not 'I' sir." "You are very polite," he commented making more notes. "So has there been any trouble with Torch?" "Oh no sir, Torch has decided that he is no longer needed and he's gone into hibernation." He began making notes again. "So how does everyone feel about the upcoming wedding tomorrow?" he asked. "We are all excited, well everyone but Tyla." He scribbled a note looking concerned. "Why is, Tyla not excited?" "Oh she's happy, she just wishes you could wear black to a wedding. She's a Goth you know, and they only wear black based themes. Very dreary if you ask me, but hey she's happy. Especially since Daddy told her he wasn't ashamed of her for being promiscuous." "Oh? How is she promiscuous?" he asked, a hint of excitement to his voice as if he thought he was going to get something good. "Well that really isn't anything for me to discuss. It's her business not mine." "Are you all looking forward to the camping trip next weekend?" "Oh yes sir, we are. It will be exciting. But we've all agreed to let Tyra go first, since there's one every month. That way we will get a chance to know Daddy better in a one on one situation." We talked a bit more then he said he needed to talk to Momma a minute before we left. Sitting there I remained quiet as he asked Momma some questions. "I'm concerned about the one named Tyla's activities. I asked Tyffany but she wouldn't say what she meant by promiscuous." "Dr Jeffries, it is up to Tyla to discuss these things with you, not Tyffany or Tyra or Tyranny. They are teenage girls and as such expect each other to maintain certain confidences," Momma told him. "So you aren't concerned with the possible activities of Tyla and the rest?" "Dr Jeffries, they are my daughters. And as long as they are happy healthy and safe, I'm not going to get all over protective, no matter how much I want to. I was a teenage girl myself once and the fastest way to alienate one is to start prying into their private life without just cause." "You don't think you should know about," he started saying only to have Momma cut him off. "Look if one of my daughters is exploring her sexuality yes I'm concerned. But I am not going to badger her into telling me about it. They all know that they can come to me or their Daddy any time they want or need to, and I am not about to jeopardize that trust," she said. Then she held out her hand to us and we stood up taking it as she walked out. When Daddy got home Tyffany was still out front helping Momma with dinner. "Megan, ladies, I'm home," he called from the front door. "Daddy," she squealed as she rushed to meet him jumping into his arms with a huge hug. "Hello there yourself, I missed you too." "Do I have to go back and talk with Dr Jeffries?" "Ummm, did something happen that I should know about?" he hesitated. "Ty, he was grilling Tyffany about Tyla. She didn't like it and neither do I." Momma told him. "To answer your question little lady, No, you don't. Both Janet and I agree on that. You'll be doing your therapy with her from now on." He answered. "Ohhh," Momma had that curious concerned tone of voice. "He breeched a trust today, and I'm dealing with it," he kissed our cheeks. "So you are the very polite and pretty Tyffany with a double 'Y' not an 'I'. The phone rang and we answered it, "Whittaker/Powers residence." "Oh hi, this is Samantha Powers, I was hoping to reach my Uncle," said a voice at the other end. Holding out the phone to him I said, "Daddy, it's for you." "Hello?" "Oh, where are you right now?" "Ok, I wasn't aware that your mother felt that way, I'll be there to pick you up when the bus arrives." "Ok, I'll ask her. Thank you Sweetie." He hung up, and we looked at him with suspicion. "Was that Samantha on the phone?" Momma asked. "Yes her mother stuck her on a bus, she'll be here in about two hours." He answered. "Why on earth did she do that? Doesn't she know how dangerous it is for a young girl to travel by bus? Especially for one like herself?" "Megan, I'm sorry. I should have realized just how prejudice my sister in-law still is." He told Momma. "Well I'm happy that Samantha doesn't share her views." Momma told him. "I have a cousin named Samantha?" we asked surprised. "Yes and an Uncle named George, but he can't make it to the wedding, he's out of the country at the moment," Daddy said. "Is, is she pretty Daddy?" I asked. "Just as pretty as you are," he told me. But I think I should probably ask you now since obviously she won't be staying in a motel with her mother," "Daddy I don't mind sharing my room. It could be like my first ever sleepover," I said. "I just hope she doesn't freak out about me." His hand cupping my face he said, "You two have so much in common, and you have never met." "Tyffany, Samantha is Transgendered too. And she umm," Momma wasn't sure what to say next. "Sometimes she's Samantha, other times she's Sabrina or Sylvia, or Catherine," finished Daddy smiling gently. "Does she have any little's like Terri?" we asked. "Yes, actually Catherine is her youngest." Daddy said. "Does she have lots pretty dolls to play wiff?" Terri was suddenly out front. "She has a few but I doubt her mother would allow her to bring them with her." "Oh, she can play wiff mine." We had our own collection of dolls but we had no one else to play with. Terri was excited, and bouncy as the time got closer to go meet the bus at the station. She ran up to our room and got two of our Bratz dolls, Sasha and Yasmin. At the station we stood watching everyone getting off, the driver was standing beside his seat waiting and two policemen came up to the door. "Excuse me," said Daddy. "I was expecting my niece." The driver took one look and said, "Black girl about fifteen?" "Yes, is she in some sort of trouble?" "No, she's locked herself in the bathroom, and won't come out. We had the two guys that were bothering her arrested at the last stop." Daddy got on the bus and made his way back to the restroom. "Samantha honey, it's Uncle Ty, you can come out now. It's safe." "Porky pine pie," said a little voice from inside. "Wild roses," he answered. The door flew open and she jumped into his arms. "Oh thank god, they, they were trying to take us off the bus," she said. The voice different than the one on the phone earlier or the one that had asked the question. She was practically wrapped around him as he carried her off. "Do you need anything from us?" Daddy asked the police. "No sir, we know where your office is if we need anything," assured the black officer. "Thank you for coming and saving us again Uncle Ty," "You're welcome Sabrina," he gave her another hug then she saw me standing there. "Sabrina, this is," he hesitated, unsure of who might be out now. "Tyra." I smiled at him, "It's ok Daddy we all answer to Tyra. It's safer that way." "Yes Tyranny, but I still like knowing who you are before I introduce you to someone." Her recovery was quick. "Hi," she hugged me. "So you're another special case like me? Cool." Daddy went to get her suitcase and stopped looking at the pile. "Girls travel with more than guys do honey," Momma assured him as she helped him grabbing two more bags. Here let us take those for you Ma'am offered the two police officers as they helped Daddy carry her seven suitcases to the car. Once we were headed for home she began crying softly. "Please don't make me go back Uncle Ty," she sobbed. "Sabrina, have you been fighting with your mother again?" "She isn't my mother, and she hates me Uncle Ty. She flushed my Hormones down the toilet as soon as Daddy left going overseas." "You can stay here as long as you want Sweetie," Momma told her. "I gave you girls the emergency card, why didn't you use it?" asked Daddy. "We did, but we had to get out of the house first. And then get to the bus station." The voice had changed again. "She's lucky I didn't kick her ass when we got loose." Daddy stopped and pulled off the road, then gently took hold of her arm and slid her sleeve up. She winced at the pain from the rope burns. "I've some Aloe at the house," I told her as I pulled her to me in the back seat. It was close to midnight before the phone rang, but Samantha was so exhausted she slept right through it. "Ginger, I've been waiting to hear from you." "Yes she's here and no I am not sending her home." "Yes, I said her." "Look you might be her Step Mother, but I am also her legal guardian while my brother is overseas." "Thank you" he slammed the phone down. "Sorry Megan, that woman just gets under my skin." "Ty, what did she say about Samantha?" Momma asked. "Oh, she doesn't care as long as she doesn't have to deal with her." "What are you going to do now?" Momma asked as Daddy picked up the phone again. "I need to call George so he knows what's happening. I know he can't get out of this assignment, but at least I can ease his worries about Samantha. He's going to be over there for two years." "Hello, could I speak to Major Powers please? Thank you." "Ty, is everything alright? Have you heard from Samantha?" he asked a few minutes later when he got to the phone. "She's upstairs asleep George, she called here and we went and picked her up at the bus station." "No I didn't call the house, I waited for her to call me. George I'm using that power of attorney and the custody assignment you gave me." "No don't send us anything, we're fine." I was watching daddy's face while he was talking to my new Uncle. "How would you like to talk to your Niece Tyra?" "Yes she's home and doing remarkably well." "H, Hi." I said. "Hi there, it's good to hear your voice finally. I've seen lots of pictures." "I never had an Uncle before, or a cousin. I know Samantha and I are going to get along great." "Well with people around her who love her I'm sure she'll do just fine." I heard some weird screeching and a crash in the background. "I'd love to talk more when we have more time but I need to go Sweetie give Samantha and your Momma my love." I didn't even get a chance to say bye before the phone went dead. I was looking at it when Daddy asked, "He had to go, didn't he?" "Yes Daddy, there was lots of noise and stuff in the background," I said. "Yes they were turning the Carrier into the wind. His group has a mission to fly tonight." "Uncle George is a Navy Pilot?" "I wouldn't let him hear you say that too loud. He's a Marine Recon Pilot, big difference." He saw how big my eyes got. "He was on TV last month. They showing the marines getting ready to go over there." "Then you know how much it means to him knowing that Samantha is safe here with us." The next morning I woke up to Samantha sitting on the edge of the bed watching me sleep. Opening my eye, the first thing I saw was her face right in front of mine. "Do you always sleep on the left side of the bed?" she asked. "Uh yeah I guess so, but you were sleeping on the right side." "You're as pretty as the pictures Daddy showed me. You were sleeping on the left side of that hospital bed too." "I didn't get to see you until last night," I rolled over and stretched, leaning over to touch my toes. I heard her giggle. "I do that too, too bad you're not black, we could be sisters." "Too bad you're older than I am. We could be in the same grade next year," I said then saw a startled look in her eyes. "Hey I didn't mean that in a bad way. At least we get to be cousins, right?" She looked sad, "At least you have a Mom that loves you." "Hey no thinking about that right now, I gotta hurry, I'll be late," I said. "Late for what?" "It's one of my chores, to make coffee in the morning." "They make you do that?" "Not really but Tyranny says it's a nice thing to do." "Hey, you have like all the Bratz." "Yeah we like them, especially Terri Ann." She followed me to the bathroom and I sat on the potty first. "You aren't like embarrassed to pee in front of me?" "Hey were just two girls, right?" "Uhh, right." After we'd pottied I led the way downstairs, and showed her the kitchen and she watched as I made the coffee. "Here, as strong as you're makin it you'll want to do this," she took the salt shaker added a dash of salt. "That mellows out the bite, my Daddy taught me that." "Hey which side of the closet do you want?" I asked. "What?" "I get to share a closet with you? You've got like tons of pretty clothes, are you sure you aren't a real girl?" I giggled and pulled my pantys down, then we hugged and she said she was sure glad she was here for a while, maybe even the summer. "You're going to be with us for two years while your Daddy's overseas." I saw her smile and it lit up her face. "Hey, that was my good news to tell," said Daddy standing in the doorway. "Excuse me," said Momma. "Samantha, welcome." She hugged her tightly. "So big day today, huh." "What do you mean?" "We have to get around and get you over to the bridal shop so you can make sure your Brides Maid dress fits silly." "B, Brides Maid?" "Your mother didn't tell you? Oh well we'll just have to surprise you then." "Uncle Ty?" "Hey I'm the groom, I'm not allowed to see her in her dress before the big event," he said. "It'll be lots of fun," I said. "Yes and as soon as we do the final fitting, thanks to the email from your Daddy, we have our Hair and Nail appointment so hurry and get breakfast girls." We had fun sharing the big double sink in the upstairs bathroom. Now it didn't look so empty with someone else to share it with. We were laughing and giggling as I showed her a few tricks with makeup. And then it was off to the bridal shop, and probably her biggest ever thrill. Momma used her cell phone to make sure that they still had the third reservation open. "Tell Natti that we are going to need her to do my nieces hair, thank you." From her reaction in the bridal shop it was plain to see she'd never been close to one, let alone a Lingerie shop. She was not just having fun, she was in heaven. And soon we were both switching personalities and really confusing the seamstress and everyone else in the place. She'd never had her hair done before, or her nails. I'd only had mine done a few times myself so it was almost as big a treat for me as it was for her. Everyone from Momma and Daddy's offices were there at the ceremony. "I now pronounce you Husband, Wife and Daughter," said the justice of the peace. I looked confused and then Daddy handed me something. It was the official Adoption Certificate. I was surprised when they dropped Samantha and I off at home. "Girls we'll be home tomorrow evening. Tyra, you know all the numbers if you need us, please be sure Samantha knows where they are too." "Momma, can I take her to the Mall." I asked. Catching my chin, Daddy said, "Here take this so you don't have to spend all of your allowance." He handed me his credit card. "Tell Tyla, No forget that, I trust her not to get her cousin into trouble." Momma kissed our cheeks and we waved to them as Daddy's Lexus pulled out of the driveway. With a giggle she asked, "What did your Momma mean she trusts Tyla not to get us into trouble?" "You know all that Goth stuff in my closet?" she nodded. "That's Tyla's, but Tyranny gets more action than Tyla," I told her. "Oh we're going to have fun together," I heard a new voice. "I got a Goth cousin to hang with. Are there any cute boys at this mall?" "Like hell yes," I heard Tyla respond. "And you are?" "Sabrina, like the teen witch, only a lot more naughty." We both giggled heading for my room. I discovered that most of her things that she'd brought with her, her Daddy had bought for her. Then she pulled out a little plastic baggy filled with tissue paper. As she unrolled the sheets I discovered that she had the same butterfly set I had. "Uncle Ty bought it for me for Christmas last year when he and Daddy came and got me out of the nut house." she had tears in her eyes. Tyla hugged her to us. "Uncle Ty's lucky, your Momma's a MILF," she blushed as I recognized the change in her voice. "Hey just saying the obvious Brina, she's totally lickable. I bet Uncle Ty licks her every chance he gets. She suddenly stopped talking and grimaced. "Sorry, Sabrina has made me pinky promise not to try to make it with your Momma." she giggled, "I can talk about it though if it doesn't make you uncomfortable. Have you ever been with another girl?" "Oh please, I wouldn't be Bi, if I hadn't, now would I?" I heard Tyla saying. "So what do you think of our Uncle Ty? Totally hot, huh?" I felt my face grow warm as we blushed. Holding my hands in her excitement she asked, "So tell me girlfriend, who inside wants to do my Uncle?" "T, Tyra," I heard myself whisper. Holding up her pinky she said, "Ok we both know a secret. So if you see another MILF like your Mom, let me know and I'll let you know if I see a DILF like my uncle Ty." I hooked pinkies with her even as I asked, "DILF?" I could feel Tyra's embarrassment at having someone outside knowing her secret crush on our new Daddy. Giggling she said, "Daddy I'd like to Fuck." After an awkward moment she said, "Sorry I better step back and stop getting in 'Brina's' way. You two are supposed to be going out together," Samantha's voice said. As she stepped back I saw her whole attitude change subtly. She was now fully Sabrina outside. Going through her cloths, helping her hang them on the left side of my closet we discovered we had Alters with pretty much the same interests. Selecting a black satin corselet with bright pink lace and tiny silver skulls on the ends of the garters to fasten to her pink fishnets she watched as I pulled out my new favorite corset, the Merry Widow that Momma had bought for me. "Oh wow now that's like totally hot," she breathed in anticipation. "Thanks, Momma bought it for me," I giggled nervously as I sat on the bed rolling my own fishnet stockings up my legs. Then after selecting black ruffled skirts and mesh tops. She dared me to go braless with her. Blushing and feeling naughty I unfastened my bra and left it laying on the bed. Then as I began buckling up my boots I saw her look of envy. "Hey, why don't you try that other pair?" I suggested. "Our feet are about the same size." I heard a gasp from inside. "Really, you'd let me wear your boots?" "Hey what are cousins for?" I giggled. Now all dressed up we stepped out the front door onto the sidewalk. She followed me around to the garage asking, "How are we getting to the Mall?" she was eyeing my old Schwinn ten speed with suspicion. With a giggle I led her around to the little storage shed. "We have to keep this a secret," I told her. "Momma doesn't know I have it." I unlocked the doors of the shed and pulled them open to reveal my little Scooter. I immediately knew it had been discovered though, because hanging from the left handle bar was a shiny new black helmet. A second helmet was sitting over the top of the back rest on the seat. "Omigosh girl you totally rock," she giggled as she grabbed up the helmet from the short Sissy Bar backrest. Then she stopped seeing my face. "What's wrong?" "Uhh, I didn't have any helmets, someone knows about my scooter," I said. Then I saw the note laying in the helmet. "Tyra, Ladies, I am not going to ask how you got this as your Momma still doesn't know about it. But you are all too precious to me to have you riding without a helmet. Love, Daddy." Giggling Sabrina said, "I didn't know you had a license." "I don't, you don't need one to ride a scooter as long as it's under 50CC's," I answered. Then saw the little metal ramp sitting just inside the door where my old board ramp had been. As I looked I discovered other things had been done. The tank was full of gas. And it had been cleaned up, the engine no longer sported a coating of grime and grease. I checked the oil to find it was clean, new oil. Daddy had changed the oil and cleaned it up. Soft tears rolling down my cheeks as I mumbled, "Thank you Daddy." In my head I imagined hearing him say, "You're welcome Princess." I dropped the ramp into place finding that the light aluminum casting was easier to keep in place than the old two by six I'd been using. And I didn't have to worry about splinters. We were buzzing along in no time headed for the Mall, the breeze blowing up under our skirts as we zipped along. Several boys whistled at us and one even blew us a kiss before we got there. We were sitting at the last light waiting to cross the street into the parking lot when a young woman pulled up beside us. "Don't you two look scrumptious," she smiled mischievously. We both blushed and giggled. Instead of taking off and going quickly through the light she drove beside us until after we'd gotten through the intersection. Then she followed us until I pulled in to park beside the bicycle racks, before she sped off to find a parking space. I locked up the scooter and gave her the combination to the chain lock, then we headed inside to begin our evening. I took out my cell phone and quickly put the ringer on silent before dropping it back into my purse. We mostly window shopped as we made our way towards Victoria's Secret, where I wanted to help her find herself some new lingerie. "Tyra, it's good to see you again," said the sales lady. "Hi this is my cousin Samantha. We're using Daddy's card tonight, I said. She smiled and wandered over to help someone else. "Why'd you tell her you were using Uncle Ty's card?" "Because usually, well sometimes, we work out sort of a bargain for what I want," I blushed. "Bargain?" "She's a Cougar," I said. "She just happens to like younger girls instead of boys. And she really likes special girls," I blushed again. "So like what would she do if you didn't have a way to pay for things?" Sabrina was all curious now. "She'd have me meet her after she's done working and then I'd go to her place and we'd play." I answered. Then giggling I said, "The first time was when she caught me shoplifting." We were in the same fitting room together trying things on, "She took me back to the office and told me to sit there and think about the predicament I was in. When I tried the door I found it was locked from the outside." "Oh god you had to be terrified," Sabrina's eyes showed her own reaction. Opening the door Sherry said, "She was, but I let her decide what her punishment should be. I gave her three choices to choose from." Then she closed the door with a giggle of her own. "What were your choices?" "Her calling the cops, or calling my Momma, or her giving me a spanking for stealing." "What did you do?" "Obviously, I'd rather have a spanking than be arrested or have Momma find out." "I've only gotten spanked once," Sabrina blushed. "But I think it was good because it showed me how much my Uncle Ty really loves me," she said. I giggled at that, "He spanked me too, well actually it was Tyranny, but he thought it was Tyra." "I bet she was mad," Sabrina said. "Samantha was really pissed about getting spanked for something I did." There was a tap on the door. "Girls?" "Yes Sherry?" "I'm about finished with my shift. Do you want to come home with me for dinner? Or is your Momma expecting you home tonight?" "Oh, umm, really we'd just planned to do some shopping and show my cousin around. You know since she's new in town and all," I answered. "Ok, well you know where I live if you get bored. And watch out for nasty boys, they'll be after you two like bees to honey," said the older woman. "Are you sure you don't need anything?" Tyla cracked the door open a little bit, just enough to let her see she was skirtless wearing a pair of satin pantys with vertical pink strips. "Do you like these Sherry?" she asked. "Oooh my little Goth Princess, give me a good licking and they're yours," she said. "And the matching bras too," she giggled as she stepped into the tiny room and closing the door. Sabrina was a bit scared at first as Tyla dropped to her knees, her hands pushing the woman's short skirt up to her waist. Her cousins fingers hooking into the blue lace pantys pulling them downward past her knees. They fell to the floor around the older woman's three inch heels. And she stepped out of them as Tyla leaned forward kissing the tiny fluff of hair above the pubic mound, shaped into a heart. That was all Sabrina needed for encouragement as she joined her cousin kneeling before the older more experienced woman. "Mmmmmmmm, I've never been licked by a black girl before," she caressed Sabrina's hair as she lifted a foot to rest on the bench seat. Kissing the top of her mound, Sabrina let her tongue graze over the little ring where it rested on top of her clit through the hood. "unnnn, ooooohhhhhhh," moaned Sherry in response. With a soft giggle Tyla said, "You get the front, I'll get the back." She moved behind Sherry and pressed her nose between the soft mounds of her cheeks. Together they had her cumming in no time as she bit her own hand to stifle her sounds of pleasure, one tongue exploring the depths of her pussy folds as another probed into the depths of her ass. "Ohh imagine the pleasure you could both give a girl if you had your tongues pierced," she panted. She'd made the comment before to Tyla, but the girl was too scared to get it done. Sabrina sat inhaling the woman's aroma from her pantys and Sherry giggled girlishly smoothing out her skirt again. Then cracking the door she stepped out, "I'll meet you two at the register." They quickly replaced their own pantys again, glad that they had worn a Gaff to keep things tucked. Then grabbed up the matching bras and stepped out headed for the register. On the way they passed the woman from the stop light who made purring noises towards them. They both blushed. At the register Sherry caressed both their faces as she scanned each item adding matching garterbelts before overriding the purchase. "She's right you know," said the other woman. "You two could be so much more enjoyable with pierced tongues." "Mona, I didn't realize you were here," said Sherry. "Don't worry it's just the four of us. But I'm sure happy to know these two are good little girls and not out chasing after nasty boys." Both girls blushed. "Doesn't it hurt though?" asked Tyla and both women smiled happily. "Yes a little bit. But only at first. Of course the more you dip it in a honey pot the faster it heals," she giggled. The girls blushed then thanked Sherry before they left. As they were leaving they heard Sherry say, "Thank you Mona. I've been trying to convince her for almost six months." Sabrina rushed over to where several large planters were ringed around some benches. "Oh my god I can't believe we just did that," her heart was still pounding with the rush. Tyla wrapped her arms around her new cousin, her hands resting on her bottom as she pulled her in close. Then without warning she kissed her on the lips and Sabrina melted into it her tongue slipping past her lips to taste the older woman. Then as they parted Tyla giggled sheepishly. "Let's do it," she suggested. "You mean get our tongues pierced?" "Yeah, and our belly buttons. I've always wanted to get my belly button pierced," confessed Tyla. "But the others inside wouldn't let me." "God, I know what you mean. Samantha's the same way," blushed Sabrina. "Do you think they'd do our nipples too? Pierced nipples really turn me on." They were both blushing as they stood in the Tattoo and Body Piercing shop looking at the different rings, bar bells and other items of body jewelry. "Can I help you young ladies?" asked a guy about mid-twenties. "Oh it's you again. Have you finally decided on something?" he asked Tyla. "You know you're probably the only Goth girl in town that doesn't have any piercings." "How do you know that?" she asked. "Besides my ears are pierced. "Yes and every other girl above the age of six months," he smiled warmly. There were other customers milling around. Many looking at more exotic piercings. "We both want our tongues, belly buttons and nipples pierced," blurted out Sabrina, which brought a raised eyebrow. "The limit is three piercings at a time. How old are you two?" he asked. "Fourteen," responded Tyla. "Fifteen," added Sabrina. "So, Tongues and Navel's, sorry you have to be sixteen with parental consent for nipples or other piercings of a sexual nature." They signed the consent forms before they had a chance to chicken out. Then seeing the corsets as they started baring their navels for the piercing he said. "You'll want to not wear anything tight over it for about a month until it heals. Don't worry we'll give you a bag to carry those in." They noticed his hungry look as they both helped each other strip out of their corsets which required them to strip down to pantys to do so. Tyla went first getting her piercings done, biting back her tears at the momentary sharp pain. She almost jumped as her tongue was pierced. But then he sprayed something on it and it became numb. "Thang you," she giggled. Then held Sabrina's hand the way Sabrina had held hers. "Id thyur ith goin be fun when id healths," they giggled as they left the shop together. The first place they went after that was to find new tops that would let them run around without covering the new pierced navels. They giggled as they each picked out one. Then after paying for them with Ty's card they hurried to a ladies room to change. By that time the spray on their tongues was wearing off and they were starting to ache. So they decided to call it a day and headed home, stopping off at a pharmacy to buy two bottles of the Sore throat spray the piercer had recommended. +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Megan knelt straddling Ty's face, his tongue lapping gently at her sopping pussy as he cleaned his cream from her for the second time of the evening. Suddenly she felt a twinge in her navel, and stiffened in shock not knowing why but it soon went away. "Are you ok Babe?" Ty asked as she backed toward his throbbing cock. "Yeah just a little twinge," she confessed as she felt his hardened shaft twitch. The head jumping up to smack her wet folds and her clit. She forgot about the pain for a moment as she settled back onto him. She was in the middle of her fifth rock back and forth when she felt a sharp sting in her tongue and froze. Wrapping his arms around her Ty rolled them onto their sides. "What was that? Did I hurt you? I saw that look." He told her. "I, I don't know what it was," she confessed. "First it was my navel, like someone stabbed me with a pin. Then it was my tongue," she looked at him curiously. Suddenly feeling the urge to check on the girls. There was no answer at the house when they tried to call. And then Tyra's phone just rang and went to voicemail when he tried to call it. Megan tried it a few minutes later and got the same thing. Rubbing her ear absently she tried to think, and Ty asked her why she was rubbing her ear. "Oh that," she giggled. "I remember when Tyra first got her ears pierced," she stopped suddenly. "What?" he asked. "I felt it when she got her ears pierced. I know that sounds really flakey but," he interrupted her. "Not at all, you two are very close. It happens," he said as he crawled out of bed. "Maybe we should try Samantha's phone first," she suggested. "She doesn't have one," he reminded her. They had checked out and were half way to the mall before her own phone began to ring. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ As she was paying for the throat spray Tyla decided to turn the volume back up on her phone just in case. Then saw she had three new voice messages. One from an unknown local number, one from her Momma, and the last from Ty. As they hurried outside to the scooter she called her Momma. "Momma, ith eberythin ok? You calthed me," she hadn't listened to the voice messages yet. "Yes we are fine. Where are you right now? And why do you sound like a toddler?" asked Megan as she and Ty drove towards the mall. She heard him say, "I see them, hold on." He was turning into the parking lot. Seeing the shopping bags strapped to the back of the scooter that her daughter and niece were getting onto, and then their exposed stomachs. Now suddenly aware that her Momma was about to find out about the secret scooter and the piercings Tyla began to feel a bit frightened. "Ok young Lady, show me what you had done," she said as Ty gently wrapped his arms around her Momma. "Ids jutht my tongue an my nabel Momma," Megan looked at Samantha who nodded also, and the two opened their moths to show her. "I was so scared something had happened," she began. As she gathered both girls in a hug. "H, how did you know Momma?" it was slowly getting easier to talk without mumbling or slurring. "Tyla, your Momma felt it when it was done," answered Ty. "We're thorry we innerrupthud your honeymoon," said Sabrina. "It's ok, just please tell me next time you decide to do something like this," Megan kissed both girls on the cheek. "Now we'll follow you home, and on the way you can figure out how you are going to tell me how it is that you managed to get this death machine." She patted the scooter seeing her daughter blushing. Following along behind them she said, "Thank you for getting them helmets." Then she leaned over and kissed Ty. "You knew I bought the helmets?" "I paid your credit card bill silly," "How long have you known about the scooter?" he asked. "Since right after she brought it home. She used two month's allowance to pay for it. But I wasn't aware it was running yet." she glanced at him suspiciously. "I just cleaned it up and changed the oil while they were in the hospital," he said. "She really does ride pretty well though." "Yes and she's being safe too." "You aren't really mad at her are you?" "No, besides I was trying not to worry about what they might be doing at the mall," she confessed. At the house we stopped and Sabrina got off as I started to take the scooter around to the shed. "Tyla," Momma said. "Don't hide it, park it in the garage." "Yes Momma," I answered and pushed it into the garage half expecting her to lock it up. "Now see you don't have to use that board anymore," she commented. "So how long has it been running?" "Since two weeks after I bought it. it just needed a new spark plug," I confessed. "But I took my time learning to handle it safely Momma." "I see that," she hugged me tightly. "Of course I think maybe we should get another one for Samantha. That way you don't have to ride doubled up." "You aren't mad Momma?" "I should be, but I'm not. I'm just glad you are being safe. Did they tell you how to take care of your new jewelry so you don't get any infections?" she changed the subject. "Yes Momma, you really aren't mad about that either?" I asked. "I'm just glad you didn't get your nipples pierced," she said, her hand coming up to my chin for me to open up. The little pink sparkly bead showing on top of my tongue. Good whoever did it put in the right place." She turned to Sabrina next. "Next time I would like to know ahead of time. After kissing my cheek she stood in front of the mirror in the entryway and stuck out her own tongue. I watched in amazement as she took out the clear plastic bar with the flat top and replaced it with one from a bottle in her purse. This one had a silver bead on top. Then she smiled at us before saying, "Come on Daddy, let's go get a cheap Motel." She was twisting one side of her hair up into a pigtail as she started back towards the car. "Girls, I love you both," they both told us as they left. They'd been gone all of five minutes when it hit me, they were going to go role-play in a motel room, I finally giggled. "Momma is going to pretend to be a naughty school girl I bet." "No way," giggled Sabrina. "You heard her call him Daddy. Maybe he fantasizes about you too." I started to say I didn't have Daddy fantasies but I knew that she knew better. Instead of answering I pushed her back onto the bed. "What about you, do you ever fantasize about your Daddy?" Her deep blush was all the answer I needed. "How about your pretty cousin?" I straddled her hips and her hands came up under my short top.