Thread: Estranged (Lilabelle and Google)

Every word that he spoke seemed cold but possessed a certain hold and control of the fifteen year old girl. Her chest heaved as she took in deep breaths that were shakily exhaled. Goosebumps prickled at her delicate flesh, sending waves of shivers down her spine. Some privacy? What on earth for? Her mind never ceased in its race as she listened to him and continuously to fall into perversion as her sexual internet became further aroused and enticed. She had to get those thoughts freed from her mind. They were wrong and forbidden. He was her father for goodness sake. Lilabelle began to wonder if she was merely having some sick and twisted fantasy. This couldn't be happening. She was about to say something to her father as she turned around, but her words caught in her throat as she now clearly saw the very evident bulge in his pants. Something suddenly began to click in her humanoid mind as she stared at him. A particular conversation she had overheard from her Grandfather. Her golden, nearly blond, eyes stared up and made eye contact with her father's and she seemed to become lost within them. Her body began to feel light and weak, as though she no longer possessed control over it. 'Go ahead and run then love.' Those words snapped her from her daze and she blinked a few times, trying to refocus. Without another thought, her legs found their strength. She ran. It was a far run, seeing as she had decided to take a long route and detour home. How she was kicking herself for that. It had taken her around thirty minutes before she finally reached her destination. Lilabelle fumbled with the key that dangling around her wrist and shoved herself into the door before quickly locking and dead bolting the door. Panting, she made her way over the stairs that led upstairs to the bedrooms. Her feet ached, as did her muscles from running so fast and hard. The adrenaline was what had allowed her to keep running at such a great pace for that period of time. Now, however, it was all beginning to wear off. Her eyes closed as she rested against the stairs, attempting to catch her breath. She could feel her heart slamming and pounding into her chest. She was safe, or so she assumed. After a few minutes of resting, Lilabelle stood up and entered the kitchen to grab herself a bottle of water. She finished off the bottle in no time, now having her thirst clenched and her throat no longer feeling so raw. For a moment, her father's words echoed in her mind. She laughed to herself lightly, blowing off his words, not believing them true. There was no way he knew of where she was staying. Leaving the kitchen, she made her way to the dinning room where the phone and answering machine were. The light was blinking. As she pressed the button to playback the message, she leaned against the table. You have one new message. First Missed Message Lilabelle, it's Grandfather. You're probably still on your way home. I bet you decided to take a detour and long way home. Oh well, can't be help. You do have your mother in you. To my point for calling, I'm afraid I won't be making it there for about another month. Things have gotten out of hand over here, so I am being forced into staying to resolve these matters. You know if I could, I would leave it to someone, yet I cannot this time. I'm truly sorry, Lily. Please be careful and don't do anything too reckless. I miss you and I will come back as soon as I can. I love you, Lily. End of Messages. Lilabelle sighed lightly as she stared at the answering machine. She was looking forward to him coming home, and now with her run-in with her father, she really wanted to see her Grandfather. Lilabelle soon shrugged off the whole situation. There was no way her father knew where she lived, let alone would be able to get in. Her friend's family had great security, not to mention their guard dog, a true German Shepard from Germany. Lilabelle soon figured she best be getting to work as she walked down the hall to the staircase to grab her bag. However, the moment she got over to the staircase, there was no bag to be found. No big deal, maybe she took it into the kitchen. After searching the kitchen for her bag, and then the dinning room, she began to retrace her entire steps. It was at that moment, she realized she had left it in the park. Great! She had homework that was due when school returned from its break. The thought of going out and back to the park to search for it crossed her mind, but was quickly forgotten. She would just pray for the best and hope it was there in the morning. After a few irritated remarks to herself, she went upstairs, stripping herself of her clothing. For whatever reason, she felt rather dirty and desperately craved a hot shower. The hot water felt amazing. First was her hair, which she wasted no time in scrubbing, yet when she began to wash her body, she started to rush it, but slowly became more intimate with washing it. The soapy cloth followed her curves gently and sensually, as though feeling them. As she washed her breasts, it was more in the manner as though she was groping and fondling them. As she came to her flat and toned belly, she became even slower, inching her way down until she reached her shaved and smooth pussy. She began to stroke herself, teasing her clit with the cloth and moaned the slightest. All thoughts left as her mind wrapped itself around pleasing herself. The cloth was soon dropped as her fingers took its place. Delicately, they continued to stroke her clit and soon glided over her nether lips. Mm. She licked her lips, enjoying the sensation. The sensual moment was suddenly interrupted as an image of her father entered her mind, his arousal very clear and vivid. Lilabelle gasped as she quickly removed her fingers and hand, her eyes wide open. She was panting, staring straight ahead. Why would that image suddenly appear? Why would she think of that while she was pleasing herself? Despite how disgusted she felt with herself, she felt aroused. She was like an animal in heat, desperately needing to be freed and having herself filled. Shaking her head, trying to rid her mind of the images and perverted thoughts, she finished her shower and wrapped a towel around her body. She was still wet as her pre seeped down her thighs. She walked to her bedroom and stared at her reflection in her mirror. Groaning, she flew herself onto her bed, burying her face into her pillow.