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)
“Yes, Joe. I’m sorry, Joe!”
After a few more spanks of my palm, Bella scrambles off my lap, joining Charlie where she stands at the door, shellshocked. The energy in the room is fraught, the air charged with a kind of electricity I’ve never experienced before. My cock is rigid and straining in the unzipped V of my uniform pants, and I can see they’re confused by the combination of need and anger. And by what just happened. My God, I just delivered spankings to my grown stepdaughters. I didn’t ease them into the punishment, either. I slapped those asses good and hard.
Guilt swarms my middle. “Girls, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have—”
Charlie and Bella trade a sly look.
It’s so brief, I almost miss it. But it’s followed by them both bursting into tears.
And suddenly, their behavior over the summer begins to make sense.
Too much sense.
I can’t believe I didn’t detect this pattern before now. Bella and Charlie get into trouble, I bring them home and shout at them. Then I immediately regret being harsh, apologize and…cuddle with them until they feel better.
They’ve been pissing me off on purpose.
“Why?” I ask, slowly coming to my feet.
Bella sniffles. “Why what?”
“Why have you been making me angry on purpose?” I ask, enunciating each word.
They trade a startled look, confirming my suspicions.
They both open their mouths to lie, but fibs aren’t going to work anymore with me. I keep walking until I have them both sandwiched between the door and the hot press of our nearly naked bodies makes them tremble and moan.
The tears are gone. They were bullshit.
They’ve always been bullshit.
“You think it’s funny to manipulate me?” Their surprise over my astuteness should be insulting, considering I’m a cop, but I can’t focus on that right now. “All of the shit you’ve been pulling, all the crying…was so I would touch you?” I breathe into their hair, my fingertips brushing up and down each of their outer hips. “Is that right?”
Bella chews her lip, exchanging another glance with her sister. “Not only so you would touch us. We wanted you to give us attention.”
“It just…” Charlie scrubs a hand in the center of my pecs, her eyes glazed as if she’s in heat just from touching me. “It just took us a while to realize the kind of attention we needed. One day…cuddling wasn’t enough.”
Understanding dawns. “Girls,” I sigh, sliding my palm up and down their spines. “You’re just getting older and developing certain needs. I just happen to be the closest man. It’s not me you want. Your bodies are searching for…relief.”
They’re both shaking their heads no, but I know I’m right.
There’s no way these beautiful creatures feel something authentic for me. They’re just confused by their bodies growing needs. “Did I hurt you when I spanked you?”
“No,” Charlie breathes, leaning in to kiss my shoulder.
“I loved it,” Bella admits in a murmur, her tits starting to rise and fall faster.
“You were only crying so I’d…”
“Touch us more,” Bella whispers, crowding closer to my body and levering onto her toes so she can lick a path up my neck, the drag of tongue on flesh making my balls tighten. “We only want you, Joe. Please keep touching us.”
My cock pulses, my skin growing feverishly hot.
Perhaps I’m making excuses to keep going, but the path to hell is paved with good intentions, right?
“I’m just going to give you girls some relief, to prove that’s all this is. It makes sense you’d come to me for pleasure, because I’m your provider and you trust me. But I’m not supposed to provide sex. So I’m only going to relieve you this once, so we can stop the games. Okay?” I grip my pained dick and begin to stroke it, my flesh swelling when they both watch my movements eagerly. Obsessively. “Go sit beside each other on the bed.”
7
Bella
Idon’t know what is making me hotter.
The spankings. The dirty talk. Joe’s authoritative demeanor.
Or the fact that he called us on our bullshit.
In nineteen years of life, not a single soul has managed to decipher the mind meld constructed by me and my adopted sister. Joe did. He figured out our logic and he didn’t look at us like we had nine heads. I was already wildly attracted to him, but now?
I’m borderline feral.
Charlie is feeling the same way. My sixth sense is telling me so.
We’re sitting on the bed in front of Joe, docile and ready to do as we’re told, almost like we’ve been placed under hypnosis.
Joe’s zipper is down, his erection stretching the material of his briefs. He’s shirtless and covered in a light sheen of sweat that is making his big boy physique glisten in the dimly lit bedroom. His belt is causing his unzipped pants to sag, so he whips the leather through his beltloops with a snap and drops it on the ground, making Charlie and I whimper. Oh, my goodness, our stepfather already had us, but now we’re in his thrall.