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,” she sobs, trembling.
I’ve never seen Charlie so enthralled in my life. Her wide, excited, obedient eyes are pinned on our stepfather’s reflection, her fists twisting in the carpet, her sides heaving.
“I’ve seen those vibrators in your drawer.” He lands a sharp smack against her right ass cheek. “If you haven’t taken care of that cherry all on your own, I’d be shocked. And that’s okay, sweetheart. That’s better than okay. You’re just a little bit hornier, aren’t you?”
“Yes. Yes.”
“I’m going to take such good care of my girl’s extra-needy pussy. Aren’t I? And the fact that you’ve been playing by yourself means I can be a little rough now, doesn’t it?”
Charlie is nodding vigorously, her hair starting to stick to her forehead and neck, because she’s sweating so hard, purely from his words. This man. Is. A. God. All I can do is languish on the bed and admire him while his come dries on my inner thighs and he prepares to fuck my adopted sister.
“Show me how a horny girl behaves, Charlie.” He spits on her backside and spanks it, making me swallow a moan. “A girl who needs three different shapes of toys in her panty drawer. Show me how she tempts a man to fill up her pretty wet cunt.”
My sister bites her lip in hesitation, looking over her shoulder at me, but Joe only massages her scalp soothingly, his voice dropping another octave. “She’s going to see us fucking every chance we get, Charlie. Get used to not hiding. From either of us.”
Briefly, Charlie closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, they’re smoked out, glassy. Her knees open wider on the ground and she starts to circle her butt in our stepdad’s lap, her skirt hiked up, but still covering the top half of her butt cheeks. “What were you doing in my panty drawer, Joe?”
“Putting laundry away,” he rasps, swiping sweat off his upper lip.
She lets out a low, husky laugh. “Liar.”
He yanks on his fistful of her hair and swats her buttocks with the opposite hand, causing her to cry out with weak-kneed pleasure. So he does it again. And again. Leaving huge red handprints on her upturned bottom. They move in a flow, the way I did with Joe, as if the three of us were built with each other in mind. He presses her cheek to the ground, levering her backside toward the ceiling and she gasps, her fingers coming up between her legs, plunging into her soaked pussy, drawing them in and out for me and Joe to see.
“There she is,” he says, squeezing her ass cheek in his grip and pulling it to the side, so he can watch the way she’s slipping wet fingers in, out, in, out, in, in, in. “So good at masturbating yourself, Charlie. I’ve gotten good at it, too. Can’t even imagine how many times you were playing with your toys on the other side of this wall while I fucked my fist.” He snags her wrist and pins it to the small of her back, shhing her while she whines. “Next time you want to play, come sit in my lap with no panties on and I’ll give you a treat. I won’t let you up until we need a towel to clean up what you did.”
“Daddy,” she implores him, pressing her bottom against his lap. “Fill me up. Fill me up, please!”
“Almost.” He bends over Charlie and trails his tongue downward from the top of her spine to the hem of her skirt where it rests against the valley of her behind. To my delighted surprise, he uses his teeth to lift her skirt higher, to her waist. Then he nestles his mouth between her buns, appearing to lick her there. “Tell me the truth, sweetheart. Have you ever put one of those toys in your asshole?”
Cheek still pressed to the floor, she bites her lip and nods. “Y-yes, sir.”
“How far in?” he asks, his breath coming fast and thick.
“Most of the way,” she whispers, face reddening.
Joe curves himself over Charlie, his ribs puffing in and out like a bull preparing to mate. He reaches down and circles his erection with his fingers and pushes it into Charlie, rutting into her with a long, guttural grunt, her gasp mimicking mine. “Ah Jesus. You might have been playing with yourself a while, but you’re as fucking tight as your sister.” He pulls out and drives in again, his jaw losing tension, even as it builds in his back and thighs. “Going to pump here for a while, Charlie, then I’m going to finish in that candy apple ass.”
“C-candy apple?”
“On account of me wanting to bite into it.” He sets into a rhythm, his balls high and tight, but still swinging back to front. “And that stick goes right up the bottom doesn’t it? Just like mine is going to do. Bet you’re a lot juicier than an apple, though, ain’t you?”