Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Lie back and spread your legs. I want to see how wet your pussies are.”
Charlie and I blink at each other, our expressions groggy with need. Inch by inch, we lower ourselves onto the bed and easing our knees apart slightly.
“More.”
My stomach hollows with that single command, my nipples beading painfully in the bathing suit top. I pull my feet up, propping them onto the edge of the bed and spreading my legs, closing my eyes as his palms skim down the insides of my thighs, his thumb tracing the seam of my sex, up and down until it parts naturally.
“Very nice, Bella,” he rasps, sucking my wetness off his thumb. “I’m going to enjoy licking the rest of that up.”
I make an anticipatory sound at the same time as my sister, our hips starting to writhe, fingers twisting in the comforter, now that we know what’s coming. Joe is going to use his mouth on us. There.
“Charlie, let me see.”
My sister is still wearing her panties, but she lifts her lower body now, Joe aiding her in sliding them down her thighs and I’m surprised to find my sex squeeze just watching the intimacy between them. His older, scarred hands on her lithe legs, rough fingers taking her frilly underwear past her ankles and shedding them on the floor. Eyes on our stepfather, Charlie parts her thighs, sucking in a shaky breath when Joe spanks the juncture of her thighs lightly a couple times, knuckling his way into her wet slit and rubbing there, continuing while she arches her back, breathing faster and faster.
“There you go, sweetheart. We didn’t get to play as much outside, like your sister and I, so you needed a little more teasing, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispers.
“Now you’re sweet and creamy, just like her.” He gets down on his knees in front of Charlie and kisses the insides of her thighs, one by one. Lingering, his gaze locked on her wet flesh. “Go lay on top of Bella.”
“What?”
“Lay on top of her. Face up. I want to eat them at the same time.”
I’m so overcome by what’s happening, it takes me a few beats to understand the position he wants us in, but when I do, I can barely believe we’re about to participate in something so erotic. So illicit. Charlie looks at me with a question in her eyes and I nod, sliding an arm beneath her waist and helping ease her onto me, her butt pressing down on my sensitive pelvic region and making me bite my lip at the full, terrible/wonderful pressure she applies, her back coming down to align with my front, her head finding its place on my shoulder. We breathe like that while Joe watches us, his attention starting on our faces and carrying downward to our stacked hips. Our bare privates so close together.
“Open Charlie’s legs wider for me, Bella,” says Joe. “Open yours, as well. So similar in looks, in shape, you girls. Let’s see if the similarities go lower.”
His voice, the situation, the pace…it’s all sending hot shivers through my body. My hands are trembling as they grip Charlie’s knees and guide them open, pushing mine wide at the same time, all three of us struggling to breathe in the quiet bedroom.
Joe is knelt directly in front of us and we’re hiding nothing. I don’t want to hide a single thing from this man. He’s earned the right to see every part of us. “Yup. Golden and slick, the both of you. Would you look at that? Goddamn. Charlie, you’re dripping onto your sister,” Joe chides, leaning in so we can feel a gust of his warm breath on our wet pussies. “Does that mean you want some tongue?”
“Yes, please,” she heaves. “I mean, I think so. I’ve never—”
She jerks on top of me when Joe’s face disappears between her legs, a ravenous rumble muffled by what I can only assume is my sister’s flesh. Yes, it has to be, because she’s whining his name, her knees flexing in my grip.
“Oh,” she hiccups. “Ohhhh!”
“What’s he doing?” I breathe in her ear.
“He’s…he’s…!” Her breath catches and droplets hit my face. Tears are leaking down her temples. Her buttocks continue to grind and wiggle down on my pelvis and its starting to feel good. Uncomfortably good. So good I must concentrate on not letting myself enjoy it too much. “Right there, Joe. Don’t stop. No!”
My entire body erupts with heat when Joe’s mouth moves to my flesh, slapping his tongue down on the top of my slit, slithering it downward into my parted wetness and lapping me up with a snarl. Up, down, up and down until Charlie cries out because I’m squeezing her knees in a death grip. He flattens his tongue, pressing tight to my opening—and I start to cry, too, big, gloppy tears rolling down the sides of my face. It’s like someone has found the release valve for tension I didn’t know I’d been holding and the other side is in sight now. Joe is in control and Joe knows everything.