Chapter 4

4

Joe

O h, my lord.

This is the exact situation I should be avoiding.

I’m sitting between my half-dressed stepdaughters on the couch watching this show for teenage girls and my dick is hard as a rock. Worse, they’ve snuggled up beneath my arms on each side, their fingertips roaming up and down my chest, playing with the buttons of my uniform shirt, smoothing my collar, fingering my badge.

Charlie with her see-through lace bra, her nipples stiff and most importantly, visible. I can see her gorgeous little tits and how she rubs them against my side when she settles in, looking me right in the eye while she does it. And not for the first time, I wonder if she’s been fucked yet. God, I should not be wondering that. She’s nineteen. A legal adult who can do what she likes. It’s none of my business.

Except my hands bunch into fists at the thought of what I’d do to anyone who lays a fucking finger on my Charlie.

That goes for Bella, too. Sweet Jesus, how many times did she roll up those gym shorts? When she leaned sideways and opened her thighs to retrieve the remote control, I could nearly make out her pussy hole against the seam of those molded-on shorts. Has she let anyone fill up that hole yet? Seems awful small. And she seems criminally clueless about my reaction to that flash of sweetness.

Fuck. I need relief. Need it so bad. Beating off during my morning shower isn’t cutting it anymore. I need some down and dirty filth.

But I can’t have that filth with Bella and Charlie.

Uh-uh. Don’t even think about it.

My denial doesn’t lessen the pressure in my cock, though. Pressure that builds a little more every time they cuddle closer, their palms wandering up and down my chest.

“I want to be kissed like that,” Charlie sighs at the television.

“Like what?” I ask, barely aware of what’s happening on the screen. I’ve got too much happening in real life to watch anything fictional. But when Charlie’s comment starts to sink in, I toss a glance at the screen to find two teenagers making out on the beach. “No one has ever kissed you like that?” I say, knowing full well it’s a bad idea, but needing to appease my curiosity. When I tell you I’ve lost countless nights of sleep wondering if Bella and Charlie are virgins, I’m not exaggerating.

And if they are, what it would feel like to take it from them.

Wrong on so many levels.

Their mother obviously deserved a much better man than me.

“I want to be kissed like he’s kissing her,” Charlie explains, playing with the button of my shirt. “All smooth and rhythmic. With tongue.”

“Guys our age suck at kissing,” Bella pouts.

“So, you’ve both been kissed,” I say.

They look at me like I’m crazy. “We’re nineteen, Joe. Of course we have.”

An unholy ripple of jealousy travels from one side of my chest to the other.

I do everything in my power to swallow my next question, but the envy has taken too much of a toll. “Is that all you’ve done? Kissing?”

They look at each other, then up at me with wide, blue eyes. “Are you asking if we’ve had sex, Joe?” Charlie asks, very softly. Too softly.

And she flicks open the button she’s been playing with.

Alarm bells start going off in the back of my mind, but I can’t move. Even if I wanted to stand up, I couldn’t. My dick is off-the-charts hard. They would see it. They’d know I’m nothing but a pervert in one single glance at my lap.

“Forget I asked,” I say, hoarse. “I don’t want to know.”

Bella turns and plants a knee on the couch between my outstretched thighs, levering herself up. I’ve barely caught my breath from the sight of her nipples nearly showing over the neckline of her low-cut tank top…when she leans down and drags her lips against the side of my neck, making my cock jerk. “We haven’t had sex yet, Joe,” she whispers. “But we’ve practiced together with our pillows. I call mine Joe.”

Red. Alert.

What the fuck is happening here?

Bella is joking. She must be. There’s no way this young goddess is attracted to me.

“Bella, enough. Let me get up.”

She trails her lips along my cheek, rubbing them side to side against my mouth while every blood cell in my body storms south. Especially my brain cells. “I’ll let you up if you kiss me like they do in the show. Just once. I want to know what it feels like.”

“I want a turn, too,” Charlie says in a hushed voice. As if we might get caught.

“No,” I protest raggedly, grabbing Bella’s hips, intending to move her. But she either anticipates me or she’s quicker, because that knee in between my thighs moves and now she’s straddling me in her tight fucking shorts, that fantasy ass dropping onto my stiff cock before I can stop it from happening.

She gasps. “Joe.” Her hips wiggle around, and I hiss a curse, coming very close to emptying my balls right there in my uniform pants. “Charlie, Joe’s penis is sticking up!”

“Get off,” I beg her.

Bella continues to wiggle around, riding my cock side to side though her gym shorts and my pants, worsening the pain until it’s almost life threatening. “I think…you want to kiss me, Joe,” she says, leaning close enough to rest her tits on my chest, those hips moving in a figure eight pattern from heaven. God help me. “I think you’d like to do even more than kiss me.”

“ Bella .”

“Hurry up,” Charlie breathes, her face flushed. “I want my turn on him.”

“Shut up, Charlie,” Bella gripes at her sister, her pussy grinding on my aching cock. “Don’t rush me.”

“You have one minute to get off him.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll throw you off!”

Bella’s eyes flash with malice. “Fine!”

My brain is imploring me to put a stop to this madness. I’m their stepfather—and a cop. I’m more than double their age. And now I’m starting a fight between these two when I’ve never seen them in anything but perfect harmony. All of these things combined are unforgiveable. “Bella, I’m getting up now—”

Her lips silence me, along with her hips pressing down hard at the perfect angle and all I can do is bury my fingers in the couch cushions and groan brokenly. I feel her triumphant smile against my mouth a split second before she slants her head and sips at my lips, teasing, testing, while her sister gasps beside us. Then she goes in for the kill, lapping her tongue into my mouth and finding mine, touching it and coaxing a fire inside of me that I’ve been trying my damnedest to subdue. But oh fuck, the flames erupt once our tongues start to circle and dance, her thighs getting impatient around my hips as I grip the back of her hair roughly and pull her flush, so close, showing her how a man kisses.

“I can’t believe you’re kissing Joe,” Charlie whispers.

I can’t believe it, either, and that shocked admission should remind me to stop, but it’s impossible, because Bella is sweeter than the finest sugar, her curiosity giving way to confidence and now we’re going at it hungrily, her tight little cunt raking up and back on my stiff cock, humping it eagerly, her tits bouncing right out of her tank top.

“Oh Jesus Christ, I’m going to have to beat that pussy up, ain’t I, baby?”

“Yes, please,” she whimpers, reaching down for my zipper.

“Nope, time’s up,” Charlie announces, shoving her sister clear off my lap. I barely have time to catch my breath before she’s taking Bella’s place, her plush tits swelling out the lace bra she’s wearing, her pupils dilating as she focuses on my mouth. At the same time, she’s scooting as close as possible, a sob popping her lips open when she feels my wood, her fingers digging into my shoulders—hard—her hips starting to writhe, that pussy discovering the feel of me while Bella watches, trying to catch her breath.

“I want more. I want another turn.”

“I just got on!”

“Joe! Make her move.”

“Girls,” I growl. “No fighting.”

I’m playing with fire here. Suddenly I’ve got these angels fighting over me and I wasn’t supposed to touch either of them in the first place. But when I should stop, when I should apologize for allowing us to make a big mistake, Charlie tugs down the lace cups of her bra and reveals the hottest little set of tits I’ve ever seen on anyone, apart from her sister, who has a nearly identical pair that are equally hypnotizing.

Charlie fingers her nipples, frowning. “I don’t know if I want him to suck my nipples or kiss me.”

My cock strains violently, making me grit my teeth in pain. “Charlie, no.” I sit up, determined to put an end to this, but she plants her hands on the back of the couch, levers herself up and leans in close, shaking her tits right in front of my face—and a twisted kind of lust sinks its teeth into me, refusing to let go. “Just a little, Daddy?” More pouting. God, why can’t that be annoying, instead of hot? “Since Bella got to kiss you first?”

“Charlie…” I rasp, right on the cusp of losing control. “You know I can’t. We can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I’m your stepfather. Yours too, Bella. This is wrong. This…” I break off on a moan when Bella reaches between her sister’s legs from behind and begins a slow, firm cock massage that I can feel in the back of my fucking throat. “Bella, baby, no.”

“You like it,” Charlie whispers, leaning in to press her peaked nipple against my lips. “Admit you like us. More than you should.”

“Girls, please…”

“Suck, Daddy,” Charlie whines, pushing closer, her nipple tasting like honey against the tip of my tongue. And I don’t suck, I gorge myself . She’s been driving me to drink for months by strutting around the house in these paper-thin yoga pants and now I’ve finally got her ass in my hands, kneading those bratty cheeks while her sister jacks me off through my uniform pants, my mouth noisy on Charlie’s tits, sucking and licking and biting those plump, palm-sized globes. “Bella, it feels so good.”

“He’s going to suck me next,” Bella breathes, excitedly.

“Fine. I’ll suck him .”

“No, you won’t. I’m doing that first.” My zipper comes down and she’s gripping me bare, giving me a mind-blowing stroke, just as Charlie dives for my mouth. Oh my God. My God. My God. I’m being jerked off by my nineteen-year-old stepdaughter while I make out furiously with her sister, my hands down the back of her pants, gripping those sweet, bare cheeks that have kept me in a chokehold all summer. Any minute now, I’m going to blast off and I have no idea where my come is going to land. The urge to pump it inside one of them leaves me shaken and horny, unable to stop driving my tongue into Charlie’s delicious mouth. I’m going to flip her onto her back and fuck her until I ejaculate, while her sister watches.

Wait. What the hell am I doing?

What would their mother think of me now?

That jarring thought has me breaking the kiss and lifting Charlie off my lap with shaky hands. I settle one stunned sister on the couch besides me, groaning raggedly at the sight of Bella on her knees in front of me, pulling her long blonde hair back into a ponytail, clearly preparing to suck me off. But I can’t let that happen. I can’t.

Using a pillow to cover my rampant erection, I lunge off the couch to my feet, crossing the room with determination, keeping my back turned while I catch my breath.

“Bella. Charlie,” I say, eventually, dropping the pillow to secure my still hard cock inside of my pants. “That won’t be happening again.”

As I grab my keys off the table by the front door and slam out of the house, I’m positive I hear them say, in unison, “That’s what you think.”

If I thought they were making trouble before…

Something tells me they were only getting started.