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)
Oh, my lord does he know everything.
“Charlie is a little spicy, like cinnamon. And this angel is all sugar, ain’t she?” Joe leans back, licking his lips while looking us over, our awakened flesh flushed and waiting for more, our thighs trembling excitedly. “Put them together and it’s the kind of perfect taste most men only get to dream about.” He spits on Charlie, then me. “Your Daddy isn’t most men, though, is he?”
“No,” I whimper.
Charlie shakes her head adamantly. “No.”
He goes back to work on Charlie and she gulps in violent breaths, her butt lifting to meet his tongue’s strokes sometimes and other times, she’s confusing me with that sustained pressure on my lower body. I turn my face to the side and close my eyes, biting my lip until I draw blood, not sure what else to do. My head is delirious and I’m clenching uncontrollably, so sensitive that I scream when Joe’s tongue rakes down my clit, up, down, then worries it between two lips, not pinching or tugging, just rubbing, and it’s heaven, it’s heaven and hell because I need the storm to break so bad. So bad.
“Joe. Joe. No please, no please, no please. Be inside of me. Inside of me, please.”
“Me too,” Charlie sobs, both of us reaching for him.
“No, girls. I’m already crossing too many lines,” he says, his voice muffled by Charlie’s flesh. “Already so close to being an addict for these hot little cunts. We fuck once and I’ll be mounting you every chance I get.”
“That’s what we want,” I inform him breathily, lifting my hips eagerly when he lowers his mouth, finding my clit again. “Don’t you get it?”
“You might think that now…”
“No,” Charlie says, moaning when Joe’s thumb finds her sensitive gathering of nerves and starts to strum while he licks mine, staying like that while a crescendo builds inside of me. “W-we’re a-always going to want you. Joe, Joe! I’m…ohhh.”
My sister shakes on top of me with the force of her orgasm, Joe lifting his face briefly from his ministrations to catch Charlie’s moisture on his tongue, moaning low in his throat, before he brings that wetness to my sex again and softly agitates my clit, faster, faster, my pleasure blinding me, prickles washing over my scalp and spiking my blood pressure with raw ecstasy.
“Joe,” I chant over and over again. “Joe, Joe, Joe.”
“Keep these legs wide fucking open,” he growls, rising to his full height.
I watch over my sister’s shoulder as Joe strokes a fist down his shaft, then back up, once, twice, his movements jerky. His eyes blaze a path from my sister’s pussy to mine—and our sixth sister sense kicks in, because we each push a finger inside ourselves and Joe stumbles forward, groaning like an animal, his semen spurting all over our naked bodies.
“Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch,” he pants, fapping himself in a blur of fist on flesh.
“Good Daddy.”
“Cover us in it, Daddy.”
Pain screws up his features, a huge pump of white fluid slopping down his wrist, his stomach hollowing with a vibrating shudder. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
All at once, our legs collapse, or I stop holding Charlie’s or the world tilts. I don’t know. Only that I’m sideways on the bed a second later and Charlie is no longer on top of me. We’re covered in Joe’s essence and he’s sitting on the corner of the bed, back muscles bunched, breathing heavily.
“We can’t let him get away,” Charlie mouths at me, her eyes dazed, hair in disarray.
I nod and we both converge on our stepfather, dragging him back into the pillows and snuggling his extra-large body until the tension begins to lessen, me and Charlie smiling contentedly at each other over the impressive expanse of his chest.
“I’m just going to rest my eyes,” he says firmly.
We nestle closer, planting kisses on his shoulders and face, thanking him, murmuring words of praise for the indescribable bliss he just gave us, our fingers stroking his hair soothingly.
He’s snoring in no time.
8
Joe
Isplash cold water on my face and let it drip off into the sink of the police station bathroom. Can’t bring myself to lift my head and look myself in the eyes, which are probably bloodshot, since I haven’t slept in three days. Every time I close my eyes, I see Bella and Charlie, opening their thighs for me. Moaning. Calling me Daddy.
I’ve been avoiding the house again. What are my other options? If I go home, they’re going to coax me back into a bad situation. It’s only a matter of time before I lose all restraint and fuck them. God almighty, I want to fuck them. My body feels alive for the first time in…I’m ashamed to admit how long. Admitting to myself that I wasn’t even close to being this physically inspired during my brief marriage to their mother makes me a bastard, but it’s the truth.