Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16919 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 85(@200wpm)___ 68(@250wpm)___ 56(@300wpm)
Welcoming Jacob back from our week-long trip on her hands and knees. He probably only has another sixty seconds before he comes in a fit of lust. Four years later, there’s still something about his stepsister’s pussy that snaps his willpower in half. And it’ll never change. This hold we have on each other is too consuming. Too necessary.
Maybe part of Jacob’s struggle to last is me, sitting here, watching. Admiring. Every once in a while, they glance over to make sure I approve and when I do, they go all the harder. Moaning and straining, Zoe’s knees squeaking on the deck.
We love her.
Our obsession with each and every hair on her head is outrageous.
Eternal.
She is the glue. The missing piece we always needed.
And now she’s our wife. Mother to our three children.
Our sexual paradise.
We have several homes around the globe and we take our time sailing between each one. We often fly to remote destinations to satisfy Zoe’s need for adventure, but we take those adventures with her. We also bring several experts and safety personnel along and threaten their lives if she gets a single fucking scratch on her beautiful skin.
She is ours to spoil…and she spoils us, too.
Jesus Christ, does she ever, I think, my cock swelling at the memory of the eager suck job she gave me this morning in the shower. My breath shudders out and I stub my cigar in the ashtray, reaching down to rub my hard dick through my shorts. Jacob’s gaze cuts toward me, sees what I’m doing and he pounds his shaft into our wife harder, his hoarse groans drowning out the ripple of water against the side of the boat.
“Come for Daddy, Zoe,” I rasp, loud enough for her to hear.
And right on cue, she undulates, pushing back against my brother’s rocking lap and trembling, crying out up at the night sky.
The moonlight touches the streaks of moisture traveling down her thighs and I can’t wait to see how the effect looks on camera. Already can’t wait to relive the moment Jacob makes a choked sound, his back hunching, jaw slackening, his tight buttocks flexing, flexing, holding himself deep as he shoots off into Zoe’s phenomenally tight pussy.
When it’s over, Jacob flops face down beside Zoe, the moonlight kissing his strong, tattooed back, the juicy curves of his sweat-covered ass. He reaches over and strokes his fingertips down her spine, looking at her lovingly, and I take a moment to admire them, to love them as well, before I rise slowly to my feet. I strip off my shirt and toss it aside. Both of their heads come up, breathless awareness in the eyes of my brother. Our wife.
Zoe must be a mind reader, because she comes to her knees with a secret smile curving her lips. She gains her feet and approaches me, hips swaying, the most gorgeous female on the planet.
Mine.
Ours.
She kisses me on the lips, giving me just a hint of tongue, before winking.
“I’ll keep the camera rolling.”
And then I take her place at the bow of the boat.