Chapter 11

11

Joe

I ’m only on my second beer, but the television above the bar has already begun to blur. The dark establishment is loud and messy around me, stools being knocked over due to drunkenness, skirmishes taking place by the pool tables. A biker and his missus make out in the darkness of the dance floor while a country western band plays at a raucous pace. I’m dead still in the middle of the chaos, making no move to stop any of it. I’m off the clock. And I can’t feel a thing besides guilt.

Yearning for my girls.

A sense of dread.

“How about another one, sheriff?” asks the bartender, who is around ten years younger than me. She’s been attempting to flirt with me since I arrived, but the idea of flirting back makes my skin crawl. I only see Bella and Charlie. I only want to feel their touch. No one else’s. Hell, at this stage, if their mother came back from the grave, I’d still burn for Bella and Charlie. I’d still be lost for them, unable to resist. I’m starting to forget what my late wife’s face even looks like, they dominate my mind so completely.

“Yeah, I’ll take another,” I rasp, sliding my empty bottle across the bar.

She sets a new bottle in front of me, on top of a napkin. Her phone number is clearly written on the edge. She waits for my reaction, but I don’t even make eye contact with her. When she doesn’t seem to take the hint, I stand up. “Going to the men’s room. Don’t let anyone take my seat.”

“I’ll be right here waiting, honey.”

“Shut up,” I mutter, weaving my way through drunk people toward the bathroom.

I’m not even in there for thirty seconds—and halfway through a piss—when I hear it.

Or them, rather.

“We’re looking for our stepdad!” Charlie yells over the music.

“Joe!”

“ Joe! ”

The band stops playing. Men immediately start catcalling. “Are you the bitch?” That question from Bella.

“We’re going to kill you!” There’s Charlie.

Glass shatters.

Jesus Christ. I give myself a shake and zip up, just in time for a man to enter the bathroom with a goofy grin on his face. “Holy smokes. Some girls are out there with bats. They’re pissed off and hot as fuck.” He elbows me aside at the urinal. “I need to drain the lizard so I can go shoot my shot. Bet they’re hellcats in bed.”

“Whoever came here on a date with Joe better run,” Charlie shouts. “Last chance.”

More glass shatters, followed by a chorus of ooooohs .

I’ve been in a state of shock until now, my senses dulled slightly by the beer, but now I mobilize, nearly ripping the door from its hinges in order to reach the girls and mitigate any more destruction. I can’t deny the way my heart beats erratically knowing I’m about to have them in my sights. Can’t deny the stiffening in my briefs or that low, starved twist in my loins. Fuck it , I’m thinking. Fuck it.

And my surrender only becomes more imminent when I see Bella in a white leather dress that barely covers her ass, her tits boosted by the strapless corset top. Charlie in a black mini skirt and a bra. That’s what she’s wearing. A fucking bra. They’re a male fantasy come to life—and they’re waving a bat at a woman, demanding to know if she’s on a date with me. Hell if a small smile doesn’t play around the corners of my mouth.

That’s my girls.

I need to get them out of here before they start a brawl. Or a feeding frenzy.

Men are practically salivating at the sight of them.

“ Bella ,” I bark. “ Charlie .”

When they both turn to look at me, their dual attention impacts me in the chest. I’ve been fighting something inevitable, haven’t I? I’m not doing that anymore.

They’re mine. That’s how they’re going to stay.

And so, despite the fact that a lot of people in this bar know me, know I’m the sheriff and these are my stepdaughters, I stride toward Bella and Charlie, anyway. I scoop them both up with a forearm beneath their juicy little asses, and I kiss them both in turn, my lips twisting over Bella’s, pressing them open to earn a whimper and the sweep of her delicious tongue. Charlie, refusing to be left out, grips and turns my face, planting a moaning kiss to my mouth, the rightness of holding them both sending a dramatic ripple through my engine.

Goddamn, the way I’m going to plow these two brats tonight.

“Where is your date, Joe? Who is she?” Bella demands to know.

“We’re going to kill her,” Charlie informs me with a serious nod.

“There’s no date. I lied.” They give me an identical blink. “I was trying to push you away for your own good. But I can’t do it anymore. I need my girls.”

“Oh, Joe!” Bella sobs, both of them throwing their arms around my neck.

“I love you, Joe,” Charlie whispers into my neck.

“I love you, Joe,” echoes her sister, railing kisses all over the side of my face.

Mongo’s is at a standstill, everyone watching us with their jaws on the floor, but I don’t give a shit. I’m a spoiled man, my cup overflowing with riches. They wish they had what I’ve found with Bella and Charlie.

It’s the stuff of dreams—and I never want to wake up.

“I love you, too, girls.” Still holding them in my arms, I head for the rear exit of the bar, where my cruiser is parked. “It’s finally time I show you how much.”

Charlie

We’re in Joe’s bedroom and it’s a breathless scene.

We crashed in here moments ago and now, Joe is taking turns making out with us on the bed. His shirt has been clawed off his body, his boots toed onto the floor. He’s on top of Bella, ransacking her mouth, his hips rolling, rolling, riding her pussy through his pants and her thong, their lips frantic. The skirt of the white leather dress is bunched around her waist and her tits are nearly free of the corset, her mouth growing redder and more swollen every time they come for air.

And then, it’s my turn again, Joe rolling off my sister and pinning me, his fingers unsnapping the front of my bra, my breasts bouncing out for his pleasure, his eyes darkening dangerously, his mouth attacking them with a grunt, suckling my nipples loudly while I squeal happily and Bella strokes her fingers through his black hair, murmuring his name, encouraging him.

“Suck her so good, Daddy. You suck her so good.”

“I love your mouth, Daddy.”

He breaks away with a groan, humping his hips between my open thighs, that long, impossibly thick part of him proof how badly he wants us. “My God,” he mutters hoarsely, reaching over to fondle Bella’s breasts while raking his teeth down the middle of my cleavage. Visibly eager to feel more of the magic only Joe is capable of giving us, Bella scoots closer and offers him both mounds in her hands, which he leans over and laps, sucks, bites. “Never tasted anything sweeter than you girls in my fucking life.”

“Do we taste like yours, Joe?” asks Bella, looking up at our stepfather through her long eyelashes.

“Hell yes, you do,” he pants.

“That’s what we are,” I say, sliding my palm down into the back of his pants, griping a handful of his butt cheek and yanking him more securely between my legs. “Please, Joe. It’s time to make it official.”

He drops his face into my neck and groans. “How am I going to stay hard long enough to satisfy you both?” He rolls back onto Bella, slanting a French kiss over her mouth, their tongues catching the light and making me clench with eagerness. “Just kissing your pretty young mouths and I’m ready to bust.”

“If you have to bust, do it inside of me,” Bella flirts against his mouth.

“Do it, Joe,” I say, biting his ear. “Bella first. It’s only fair, since you came all over my face today in your office.”

He grits his teeth, as if holding back his body’s reaction to my words. “Jesus, don’t remind me of that now. How beautiful you looked licking my come off your lips.”

“It tasted so good.” I reach between Bella and Joe, unfastening the button of his pants. “Put some inside of my sister now. She needs it.”

“ Yes , I need it,” agrees Bella, receiving a hungry round of kisses from above. “I need it, I need it, I need it.”

“I’m going to have two greedy pussies to contend with, aren’t I?” Joe grits, helping me lower his zipper. One shove of his boxer waistband later and his cock drops out of the opening onto Bella’s tummy, hard and straining. “You girls are going to be my new full-time job.”

“And satisfying you is ours,” Bella breathes, opening her legs. “Be my first and last, Daddy. It’s all for you. It’s always been for you.”

Watching Joe kiss Bella while he drags the tip of his erection over the opening to her body, over and over and over, works me into a feverish state. So hot that I have to reach into my panties and stroke my clit, feeling it swell when he looks over at me, his expression heating at the sight of me masturbating, even as he prepares to enter my sister. He’s looking at me when he eases an inch inside of her, his mouth falling open on a gruff moan.

“Oh my God. She’s so tight, Charlie.” Bella is whimpering beneath him, her thighs restless. “Hold her hand. Help her take me.”

I can’t stop touching myself and I don’t want to. Not when he’s finally putting himself inside one of us. Instead, I roll my cheek into Bella’s palm, cooing to her. “It’s okay, Bella. Relax. It’s going to be so good once you get used to him.”

“Listen to your sister,” Joe rasps against Bella’s mouth. “You’re going to live and breathe for this cock in just a few minutes. Let me break you in, baby, so I can get to banging this bratty little body.”

Bella nods bravely. “Yes, Joe.”

He suctions his mouth over the top of Bella’s, his hips slowly plowing forward, Bella’s thighs shaking more dramatically the further he drives himself inside of her—and the mingled sound of his hoarse moan and Bella’s anxious whimper is so hypnotic, the moment his girth is fully planted inside of her, I orgasm out of pure joy, lust, relief, homecoming.

“Son of a bitch, that’s fucking unreal.” He flexes his hips and a shudder wracks him. “Oh my God! How are you taking my whole cock in this tiny thing?”

“I don’t know.” Bella’s head rolls side to side on the mattress. “I don’t know. I feel it everywhere. It makes me feel f-funny.”

“Funny how, baby?”

“The way I felt when you licked me, but b-b-better.”

“Good girl. That’s good. Don’t move yet or I’m going to hurt you.” Slowly, he starts to rock his hips between my sister’s thighs. “Don’t move your little hips or I’m going to forget to be sweet.”

Obviously ignoring his instructions, Bella stretches her arms up over her head and wraps her fingers around the metal slats in the headboard, shifting her lower body enticingly. “Maybe I don’t want you to be sweet, Daddy.” Her voice falls to a whisper. “Maybe I want to be fucked like a whore.”

My gasp draws my sister’s attention, and we share a feline smile, pride burgeoning in my chest over her new boldness. Because that’s exactly what it’s going to take to keep Joe. To withstand all the gossip and judgment sure to come our way, now that he has kissed us in front of a bunch of loose-lipped locals. It has taken boldness to make us his obsession and it’s going to take even more to convince him to keep us forever.

“You…” He starts to ram his hips with more and more force between Bella’s legs, the veins beginning to stand out in his neck. “You watch that smart mouth, young lady.”

My sister is getting sweaty, too, her eyes glazing over. She likes him inside of her. A lot. In fact, when I lean back and peruse the place where their bodies join, I can see how soaked she is, more and more juice slicking down the curve of her buttocks, not to mention the squish sound Joe’s dick makes every time he crams her full.

“What if I don’t want to watch my smart mouth?” Bella is lifting her hips to meet his increasingly forceful drives now, her tits shaking like crazy, due to our much bigger stepfather moving closer and closer to a frenzied state. “Are you going to teach me a lesson?”

“Yeah, a lesson,” he grunts, visibly entranced by her. “Just like this.”

“Then my mouth is going to be smart as can be,” she breathes, dragging the tip of her tongue along the seam of his panting mouth, her body growing more eager, her grip solid on the headboard—and it’s a good thing, because he’s not holding back at all now, the backs of her knees hooked beneath this elbows, his big, sturdy butt humping, humping while the bed rattles underneath us.

I thread my fingers through his hair, lapping at his sweaty ear. “Joe?”

“Yes?”

My tongue is below his ear now, letting out warm breaths, biting gently, listening to him pummel my sister’s sex with his older, experienced cock and I find myself needing to satisfy my shameful curiosity. “Did you ever think about us while you were lying in this bed with our mother?”

“ No! ” he roars, but wouldn’t you know it? He fucks my sister harder after that question, clamping a hand around her delicate throat, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as her pussy grows redder and redder from being invaded. “N-no. No.” His head falls forward. “Yes.”

Right or wrong, triumph streaks through me. Lights me up.

“Shhh, it’s okay.” I bite my lip to hide my smile, sending my sister a sly look, which she tries to return, but she’s too busy trying not to scream with pleasure. “And we definitely weren’t fingering ourselves to sleep thinking about our new Daddy, either. Big.” I lick his neck. “Bad.” Reach behind him to gently squeeze his rebounding balls. “Joe.”

“Oh God. God help me, I’m going to lose this load.” He slaps his cock deep, closes his eyes and breathes in and out through his nose while grinding. “Am I putting it in Bella?”

“Yes,” I say, rolling his heavy balls around in the palm of my hand. “Give it to her. You can give me what’s mine later.”

Bella lowers her right hand from the headboard, slipping her fingertips down her belly, gasping as she starts to play with her clit, tears starting to leak down her temples. “I can’t believe Joe is finally going to come inside me.” Lust appears to be slurring her words, her eyes unfocused, heated. “I’ve wanted it so bad.”

“Me too, baby. For too goddamn long,” he groans, beginning to thrust once again, his tongue licking into her mouth repeatedly until she’s raising her hips in a delirious fit, screaming for his seed, her heels digging into the flesh of his butt. “Lord almighty. I’m about to make a mess in you, little girl. This tight thing ain’t even going to hold half of it.”

“I’ll try, Daddy,” Bella whispers, biting her lip like she has a secret—and Joe rears his head back and yells. “I’ll try and hold as much as I can.”

“Keep flexing it, Bella. Oh yeah. Oh God , yeah.” Joe is out of control now, pinning Bella to the bed with his chest, his hips rearing back and slamming home, moisture spraying everywhere, even onto me, as I’ve slipped down the bed to watch Joe’s eruption. “Keep squeezing that hot-ass cunt around me. I’ll give you anything you want. Anything .”

“I’ve got everything I want. We do. We’ve got you, Daddy,” she pants into a kiss, but that’s the last coherent thing she says, her mouth forming an O, her back arching dramatically off the bed, Joe’s big hands scooping beneath her bottom to hold her fast to his pumping cock as she writhes and wiggles and screams through her climax.

“If you’re old enough to take this cock, you’re old enough to take every drop of this come, too, you hear me? Spread those nineteen-year-old legs and take what you begged me for . ” Joe’s back and thigh muscles ripple and flex, his face screwing up with pain as he orgasms, his alternating curses and words of praise loud enough to hear in another dimension, let alone down the street. He flattens my sister onto the bed, violently ramming upward between her thighs while he rakes his open mouth over the top of hers, her fingers tangled in his hair, sobs wrenching from her chest. “Good girl. Good girl. Good girl.”

I’m struggling to breathe watching them reach the crescendo, my nipples in aching spikes, my fingers back to playing between my legs, rubbing my clit, which is still so sensitive from my first orgasm. When Joe collapses on top of Bella and starts to kiss her eyelids, her sweaty forehead and mouth, I assume they’ll be in repose for a while. I’m crawling over to cuddle and celebrate with them when Joe sits back on his knees, his back starting to heave faster, faster.

When I travel on my hands and knees around to the front of him, he gives me an incredulous look and we stare down at his still erect cock, which drips with his essence, along with my sister’s.

Bella sits up, too, woozy and flushed, but clearly dumbfounded.

“It’s still so hard,” she praises, kneeling down as if praying to the altar of our stepfather, running a marveling hand up Joe’s bare chest. “Didn’t you put all the come inside of me?”

“I’ve never come that hard or that long in my life,” he says, breathing hard. All three of us glance at the photo of my mother on the other side of the room, as if to apologize, but none of us are sorry. Not anymore. We’re too wrapped up in the here and now. Each other. “But God, I already need to go again.” He strokes himself, moaning, his hot gaze zeroing in on my naked breasts. “Christ, maybe I need both of my girls to be satisfied.”

“Charlie,” Bella urges, beaming at me. “It’s your turn.”