Time To Relive The Past. (Celebstars & Centurion768)

"He is just running a little late. Traffic." A Soft Scottish accent spoke while letting the woman in to the office. "Just wait in here, he won't be to long."

The small brunette closed the door, the secretary then got on the phone, notifying the therapist that his patient was waiting for him. After that, Stacey, who had been working at the Health centre for three years, picked up her book and delved in to novel she was reading.

Looking around the office, the famous Hollywood Star decided against taking a seat at the present time. Instead she crossed her arms against her chest, holding her jacket close to her and took a wander around the room. Seeing certificates of his excellence and qualifications reassured her at least he was a real therapist. A small book cabinet was in the corner along with a plant, she had seen something like it before, she was sure it was called a bonsai tree.

Smiling to herself as she turned to her left, there was a fish tank on a stand, filled with plants and rocks, with tiny fish swimming around, mainly at the top. Perhaps they were hungry.

The window behind it showed the fields around the large manor and the horrible dark grey clouds which was letting out a drizzle of rain. Taking a deep breath, Miss Olsen pulled some light blonde hair behind her ear, the loose strand falling from the pin which kept her locks tied back in to a bun.

In front of the solid oak desk were two cream coloured sofas with a glass table in the middle separating them. To the left was a single leather chair, same colour as the rest of the furniture.

Sitting down in the corner on the large three piece closest to the door and facing the desk, the woman checked her iPhone, pulling it form her back which she dropped between her feet on the floor. Resting her coat on the cushion to her left, Elizabeth crossed her legs, her yoga pants squeezing more tightly against her thighs.

There were many places she could have gone to get help. To seek someone to talk to about her problems but she chose this place because it was virtually no where and least expected. It was private to and on private property with a hotel above. Many celebrities had come to the Cresent Health Service Center.

Crescent Health Service Centre, nestled just at the start of the Highlands, it was well off the beaten track. A specific health care centre designed to triage the most valuable of clientèle. Wealthy businessmen and women brushed shoulders with celebrities and politicians. Some of the best dieticians, physiotherapists and therapists worked at the centre. Specialised in a wide variety of problems. The hotel was five star, and all the staff had signed non - disclosure agreements. A private heli-pad ensured no unwanted attention came to the facility.

It was a safe haven for those who wanted out of the public eye...for a price.

A few minutes after Elizabeth settled down, the door opened and a man who appeared to be in his early 40's, slim with small round spectacles and neat salt and pepper hair entered.

"I am so sorry Miss Olsen." Came the softly accented Scottish accent. Certainly from Edinburgh, not the harsh tones of a Glasweigan.

"The traffic coming through the city was horrendous. I hope I didn't keep you for too long." She would have recognised the man from the certificates, he was Doctor Stewart Munro. The chief Psychiatrist at the health centre. He'd came highly recommended from several of her Avengers Cast mates after he'd settled a rather unsavoury love triangle between them.

The man took her hand and shook it firmly before settling down behind his own desk and arranging his things. Placing his small brown leather case down and adjusting his glasses as he pulled out her file.

"I hope the trip wasn't too strenuous...apologies for the weather. This is about as good as it gets around here." He joked, the soft pattering on the window providing a soft rhythm to the room.

"Now...what can I do to help you Miss Olsen?"

"No it is fine, I actually like the weather, makes a nice change from the constant heat in America. Well LA to be precise." The leg which was crossed over the other started to shake, just something she did when a little nervous. Wearing black Air Max shoes, they matched her black yoga pants which fell to her ankle, leaving just a short space of white flesh between the two items of clothing. Up top, above the waist was a white designer shirt which just added to her femininity.

"Well...where do I begin...I think all my life I hate felt worthless. It is only recently now that it has got worse. I am thinking I am just a face, with no meaning behind it. Just someone famous who nobody really cares about but just wants a photo with.

"I have always been second best to me sisters, the twins have cast a shadow so big I don't feel I will ever get out of it. They aren't even filming anything these days, yet I am still the younger sister of Mary-Kate and Ashley."

Nodding her head and twitching her foot still, she could hear the slight patter of rain against the window, and even the mechanics of the fish tank he had in the room, the filter processing the dirty water and making it clean again. There was a peacefulness about it oddly.

"I suppose I just felt the need to talk, to share things, clear my mind."

Doctor Munro settled down behind his desk and got comfortable, drawing out a small blue fountain pen and starting to scribble down his notes in immaculate detail. Outlining the session plan and what his initial observations of her demenour were. All with practised confidence and effortless professionalism.

"Ok Elizabeth...that's a good start. We've got an idea of where to begin then." He said. Nodding sagely and giving a reassuring smile before he leaned back in his chair and interlocked his fingers.

"Everything has it's roots, and what I want to do today, is work out where this stems from, from there on we can treat it. I assure you Miss Olsen, you aren't in anyone's shadow. You just have to see that yourself. " Every word was clipped and calculated. The room designed specifically to relieve stress and calm her down. Free of distractions and only filled with neutral objects.

"When was the first time you felt like this? When was the first time you felt like you couldn't compare to your sisters..."

"The first time I felt like that must of been when I was around nine years old. I remember saying I wanted to be an actress like my big sisters. My parents just laughed in my face. We had just moved in to a bigger home because of a movie Mary and Ashley had done. They were the favourites. The family adored them, distant cousins would boast about having them as relatives. I used to play on my own a lot with my dolls."

Those gorgeous eyes of hers were fixated on a certain spot of the office, the lower left leg of the table which had a slight chip in the woodwork. While telling her memory she stared in to space, imagining it an reliving it like it was only yesterday.

"I once hurt myself playing outside, cut up my knee. I went inside to my dad who told me to go and clean it myself because he was to busy making sure Ashley was learning her lines for her next role. I was pretty alone as a kid. I had no friends for a long time and anyone I thought was my friend just used me to get close to them both."

Looking back at the man now, she crossed her arms closer to her chest, comforting herself.

Well, at least she knew what she was talking about. He'd had Celebs in the past who were distressingly private and wouldn't say a word to him about their problems, but Elizabeth came in with an open mind and a plan to fix her problems. Nothing was off limits, and Munro was going to make the most of it.

Isolation, living in the shadow of older sisters and trouble with friends.
Rather standard stuff at least.

He nodded sagely and finally turned to look at her again.
"What about your mother, how was she when you were little?" He asked. Quietly googling the other sisters to get an idea about ages and their peaks.

"Was it like that for all of your childhood? When was the next time it changed?"

"My mother? She was more caring than my father. I got on well with her to a degree. We would watch movies together, brush each others hair and go shopping together, but when my Dad came home, it all changed, she would ignore me, pretend I didn't exist. The only acknowledgment I got was her making me dinner with the rest of the family.

"My whole childhood. It all changed when I was fifteen."

Her right index finger lifted up to her eye, slowly wiping it, stopping a tear from falling on to her cheek. "Ugh...sorry..." welling up, her hand now waved in front of her until she composed herself.

"Earlier in the day I had been out with a friend and we were shopping for underwear and bras. I came home, it was a normal day. Mary and Ashley were off promoting a new film and my Mom was staying at my Granddads. It was just me and my Daddy."

"I was so happy he was showing me attention. I loved him. I still do. But that night...I let him do what he wanted."

There was a focal point. The doctor stopped writing for a moment and pushed his glasses up. Suddenly scoring out a line on his page. Realising that he had his first little lock to pick, the first area to aim for. Knowing that it was the pivot to unlock the rest of her story, and therefore, the area to aim for to start dissecting her life.

"It's fine...take your time." He stated. Pushing a small box of tissues over as she teared up. Hanging on every word and making sure that he knew exactly what was going on.

Then as the last words came out. He stopped abruptly and stared straight at her.

"Do what he wanted?" He asked ash e leaned forwards. Interlocking his fingers and resting them just underneath his chin.

"What did he do to you Elizabeth...what happened that night?"

A fifteen year old Elizabeth, or Lizzie as she was more known then was in her bedroom. It was the year 2004 and the long haired blonde was talking to her friend on MSN Messenger. In the background American Pie was on the TV, it was late and she was meant to be in bed as it was a school night.

However, knowing that her father didn't care to much about her, she figured he wouldn't bother her.

The room was pretty big as it was a big house. Up on the walls there were posters of some of her favourite bands and TV shows. Her room was yellow coloured, the bed sheets were white and the carpet beige. A lamp dimly lit the room up in the corner as she giggled because of something her friend wrote. It made her nearly drop her glass of lemonade as she sipped it.

It was a quiet night, the house was basically empty, Ashley and Mary-Kate were out with their mother. Off for some new Disney movie that was sure to flop as per usual, but that didn't matter much to her father.

With a bottle in hand, he was in the home theatre. Watching a rather, raunchy film. The odd moan drifting it's way upstairs...

It was maybe 11 O'clock when the door to Lizzie's room creaked open, standing there was her father Andrew. Late 30's, already balding, his body clearly used to be athletic, but the last few years had been unkind even if they were getting a wonderful income from their daughters.

"Hey there baby girl..." Came his voice, oddly sing song as he stepped in. Swaying slightly as he tutted.

"You should be in bed." He teased. Looking around the room, even though it was rather well decorated, it was spartan compared to the other daughters. It was clear she was overlooked.

"Don't worry. I won't tell mom." stated the man with a snort of laughter as he moved in and plonked himself down on the bed next to his daughter.

When the door opened, Elizabeth spun on her desk chair, eyes wide open when her father entered the room. "I...I...." Stuttering on her words, the girl with braces looked on and noticed his tone of voice was not as harsh as it usually was with her. "I'm sorry I'll get to bed now" Quickly turning off her computer without saying goodbye to her friend, Lizzie found the remote and turned off the TV.

On the bed she laid on top of the sheets, wearing white cotton shorts and a pink tank top. Her chest was developing nicely, even more so than her sisters which was a surprise.

"Please don't tell her. You know she doesn't like me that much. I know you don't either. My sisters pay for everything."

"Shh...shh." Hushed her father as he wandered in, seeing the look of utter terror flashing across his daughters face, his hand waving dismissively as he settled down next to her. His eyes roving over the pert little chest, her blonde hair splaying out over the bed as he placed one hand on the other side and leaned in close.

"I won't tell your mother a thing." He whispered, as if it was the biggest secret in the world. The smell of beer faintly dancing on breath as her father backed off again.

"I like you Elizabeth..."He drawled, considering his next words. "I love you actually...I love you more than you know." His fingers softly stroking her blonde locks as he gave her a wink.

"Do you know what...I almost love you more than Ashley and Mary-Kate..." He added with a chuckle. Leaning in close for a moment.

"But you can't tell anyone...you can't tell a single person about this...Do you want me to show how much I love you baby girl? I'm sure you love me back..."

There was something about him when he was drunk that made the man turn soft. Lizzie smiled as he spoke, she liked it when he was like this, he seemed...normal in his drunk state. Perhaps more relaxed.

"I love you to Daddy." Feeling his finger run through her hair, she leaned her head in to his hand, gazing up to him, loving the attention she was getting. It felt so long overdue. "Love me more than my sisters?" The revelation was a shock, but Elizabeth knew she heard him say almost. "What do you mean almost?"

"I won't tell anyone. I promise." Looking confused none of this was really making any sense to the mid teen. But she was happy to be in his company.

"I do love you back your my dad."

The fathers hand ran down her face, enjoying the sweetness, the purity of his youngest daughter. True, it was probably just the whiskey speaking, but she did remind him of her mother so much...

"Let me show you how much I love you..." And with that, he basically fell atop the girl, his lips pressed against hers, there was little love in the connection. His hands gripping her sides, keeping her pinned underneath him in her little tight tank top. Large, grubby hands starting to work underneath to snatch grabs at her forming breasts.

"Oh your all grown up..." He moaned as he drew away for a second, his prick straining in his jeans as the fathers lips worked down onto her neck.

It didn't matter if she yelled...they were all alone, in the big house, hundreds of yards from any other human being.

Soon enough, her father's body was on top of hers, pinned her down underneath. Before she could move or adjust or even speak, her mouth was pressed against his. It was a different type of kiss than what she was used to, this one had tongues involved as they played together. Tasting beer on it, the girl slowly squirmed while he touched her body, squeeze her chest and running a hand down her side.

"I am grown up?" The girl replied, feeling these soft lips brushing against her soft skin. It was like a match made in heaven and it sent these tingling sensations shoot throughout her body.

Naturally, her legs began to open up. "Daddy...whats going on?"

Andrew was all over her. Pressing his daughter down onto the bed, the man was starting to shift, one hand up her tank top, he could feel the fabric of her bra, and just pushed it up and away. Soon enough her little pink nipples in his grip, the eraser like nubs starting to harden under his attack.

"Well...you're getting there." joked the man as he worked over her body. His other hand starting to run down over her taut stomach and dipping into her shorts.

"I'm showing you how much I love you..." murmered her father as he started to sit back up. A lecherous grin on his face as he drew back and removed his hand from her top.

"let me see you baby girl...show me how much you love me...take it off." He whispered. Leaning back against the wall, his jeans having a growing tent. His eyes roving over her young form.
"Take it all off..." He drawled.

His body was soon lifting up from her, giving her the freedom to move and get up herself. "You haven't done anything like this before though." Combing some of her long blonde hair over her ear and over the top of her head, the daughter watched her father rest against the wall.

"Take it off?" Sitting up and resting on her arm as her hand was pressed against the sheets. Looking down at her clothing Elizabeth realized he meant her clothing with his second command, saying to take it all off.

Pulling her top off over her head, her bra son joined the tank top on the floor. Naked from the waist up, the girl's breasts could easily have passed for someone older. They were small and perky, giving her a petite look. Of course they were still growing.

Below, pulling off her panties and her shorts, Lizzie was naked apart from her white ankle socks. "Are we going to have sex?" She asked innocently.

"Well...That just makes it all the more special now doesn't it?" Slurred the father, now disentangled from the girl, he knew she was eager to please, desperate for attention and his love. Hell, it was how her mother had stayed with him for so long, it was all part of the plan, spinning the family around his little finger and making them all dance to his little tune.

A sick, twisted individual...but he was smart.

"No...No not at all." He cooed as he brushed aside her hair. "We're going to make love...We're going to show eachother how much we love one another...can you do that for me? Little Lizzy? My sweet little baby girl...show me.." He continued. Grinning as her tits popped out of the bra, exposing her young chest to him.

"Oh your so beautiful..." He mused. Reaching out to gently cup her breast and play with it in the palm of his hand, and watched in sheer fascination as those shorts came off and showed the rest of her nubile body.

It was more than he could take, suddenly he stood up, fumbled with his trousers and yanked out his rather unimpressive cock, not that she would know any different of course. Yet he swung the piece of meat around to face her, just inches from his daughters face as he stood to the side of her bed. Wondering if she knew what to do with it. The one eyed snake throbbing in front of her.

"Go on...give it a kiss..."

It appeared he 'loved' her, quite a lot. A small dot of precum glistening on the end.

The fifteen year old was nervous as she stripped for her father. Her B cup breasts hung firmly on her chest and after her shorts were taken off along with her panties, a neatly stacked bushed could be seen above her pussy. It wasn't very big, but had never been trimmed or shaven before and was recent enough to not look a mess yet.

"There is a difference between sex and making love?" Standing on the mattress on her knees, she felt his hand brush some long golden hair behind her ear. It wasn't to long before her chest was felt up, played with in the palm of his hands, having a good grope of his daughter.

The scene changed, the pace with it as things escalated quickly, the man's lower half exposed, his cock springing out in all of it's five inch glory. Lizzie just stared, it was in front of her face when she was encouraged by him to kiss it. Pouting her pink lips she pecked the head, the precum now making her lips glisten with a shimmer.

"Ive never done anything like this before dad" Elizabeth explained to the man. Kissing him once more, she pecked up and down the shaft, even licking it, showing some initiative and showing she was a natural.

Her body was frankly, perfect in everyway to his eyes, a shudder rolling through his body as he reached down to explore a bit more, his hands roving over her body before those lips pressed against his cockhead.

"Oh shit." He groaned. Feeling her soft lips and warm tongue stroking along the small cock. His hands falling to her head to guide her better as she began working over him diligently. The fathers hips thrusting involuntarily as he let out a hum of pleasure.

"Yep...there is a difference..." He panted, Eyes shut and head tiled back.
"Sex...sex is what your mother gives me..." He said, almost disinterested. Then picked up again as he felt her shockingly pleasurable tongue working under the head of his cock.

"Love is what you give me..." he groaned. Looking back down at her and gently thrusting the purple head of the cock between her pink lips, a steady stream of hot, salty precum dripping from him as she picked it up easily.

"Sure you've never done this before?" panted the father as he felt his rather small balls already getting fit to burst. She was almost better than her mother already...with practice she'd be mind blowing...at least she had time to practice, the twins and the mother were set to be away for weeks at a time with the next movie...

"Shiiiit" Let out the father, starting to thrust just a bit rougher down into her mouth. Starting to slowly fuck her face and force his cock in fully, her lips touching the slight pubes at the end of the dick as he enjoyed her mouth and throat.