Chapter 6

6

Charlie

I ’m hit with a lot of emotions at once.

Chiefly among them is betrayal, yes, even though I agreed to the seduction challenge. My sister taking full advantage of my absence to entice Joe shouldn’t surprise me. But I can’t help but feel betrayed, nonetheless. Secondly, though…I’m surprised to find myself turned on by the sight of Joe on the verge of planting himself inside of Bella. She’s in her ridiculous, teeny tiny pink bikini, covered in suds from apparently washing the car. Her hair is in fresh waves, cat eye on point. I can’t really blame Joe for giving in.

But I’m not about to lose this competition. Bella will hold it over my head for the rest of our lives, same way she gloats about being older and thus, wiser. Eventually, her bragging about seducing Joe first will become unbearable and I’ll have to kill her. So really, by cock blocking her right now, I’m saving her life. You’re welcome, bitch.

“Joe, how could you?” I sob, throwing down my purse. “I got my nails done in your favorite color and everything! You left me out because you don’t love me.”

“Now, Charlie, you know that’s not true,” he struggles to say, because he’s breathing so heavy, his hips still grinding on my sister, though it’s obvious he’s trying to make himself stop. “We got carried away. I—”

“He just can’t help himself around me,” Bella says, tossing me a wink. “Some privacy would be nice, please.”

“Do you actually think I’m going to leave you alone with him?” I scoff, approaching them while an idea starts to form. It’s not much of a plan, but it’s all I can think of while my bones are turning brittle with jealousy. And reluctant lust. Because, oh wow…seeing Joe’s long, thick erection in his hand, poised to enter my gorgeous sister, is a sight I’ll never forget. If I wasn’t determined to win the competition, I might even stand there and watch what happens next. I bet it would be incredible. Instead, however, I strip off my light cotton dress, drawing Joe’s hungry attention, playing with my tits while he slides his bare arousal up and down in the valley of Bella’s water-and-soap-slicked bottom. “Are you going to fuck my sister, Joe?”

Conflict tangles with need in his eyes. “She’s not giving me a choice.”

“You always have a choice,” I murmur, pinching my nipples and rolling them between my thumbs and index fingers. “For instance…” I lift onto my toes and tease his mouth with a lick, then a deeper, groaning kiss. “You could put it in my mouth,” I say, lapping at his tongue, my fingertips trailing down his belly to wrap my hand around his shaft. “All the way to my throat.”

“We’re kind of in the middle of something, Charlie,” snaps Bella, wiggling her hips between Joe and the car. “Joe, please, I’m so wet. Don’t stop.”

I kneel at Joe’s side, shaking my hair back. “Put it in my mouth first. I’ll get you ready.”

“Liar!” Bella plants her feet on the ground and turns to face Joe, drawing him forward by the lapels of his uniform shirt, taking his mouth in a passionate French kiss while she winds her legs around his hips. “She just wants to make you come, so you won’t be able to take me. Don’t fall for it, Joe.”

Once again, from this angle, I’m reluctantly turned on. His big hands on her ass, kneading it hungrily, his cock straining toward the juncture of her thighs, the pink bikini strip shoved to one side, leaving her sex awash in sunlight. If I had a camera, this would be the idea porn angle. But this is not a movie we’re making. My pride is at stake.

And Bella is winning the battle because she already had the advantage before I arrived. He’s groaning into their kiss, jacking his incredibly large sex in his right hand, preparing to put it in her shiny hole, muttering about what his tight girl is going to feel like. How he’s been dreaming of getting inside of her. But he’s looking down at me in between kisses, his eyes brimming with yearning. He wants me, too. Badly.

I can only let him have me, though. So I pull the failsafe switch.

“We challenged each other to see who would seduce you first.” I shove to my feet, just in time for Bella to break to kiss and give me an outraged look. “Are you going to let her win so easily?”

Joe pulls back very slowly, his narrowed gaze traveling between my sister and I. “You girls did what? ”

Joe

I shouldn’t be surprised.

Bella and Charlie are menaces in so many ways. They’ve wreaked havoc on my patience with their antics for just over a year. Now they’re tormenting my body, day in and day out, forcing me to sleep in the office, lest I come home and make this mess worse. Even now, knowing they made some silly wager, I’m considering banging my stepdaughter against my police cruiser. The one that says “sheriff” along the side.

In other words, I’m very close to giving in and setting this terrible behavior loose.

Bella is flexible and smooth and kisses me in a way that proclaims she’ll be a dirty whore in bed. Haven’t even taken her virginity yet and she’s offering me up that ass on a silver platter. I want my cock inside of her so bad, I’m starting to drip.

At the same time, I want to cram myself between Charlie’s plump lips and put my come in her belly from a different direction. She’s always wearing this raspberry-colored lip gloss and her mouth is slathered in it now, giving me visions of my balls slapping against her chin while she struggles to drink her fill.

My God, I am so close to the edge, I’m full of cracks.

Lust drowns out the shame a little more every time they come on to me.

Am I a lost cause? Is there any point in resisting?

Yes.

Yes, I have to. I need to. I’m not this man. I’m not going to sleep with my stepdaughters when their mother has only been in the ground for a year. When they only blew out the candles on their nineteenth birthday cake a couple months ago.

I have the respect of this town. My deputies.

I’m better than this.

Right?

I’m not so sure when Bella reaches down between our bodies, her tongue in my mouth while she tries to guide my cock home, to that perfect little hole.

“If I win, you win, right?” she breathes, her blue eyes excited. My God , she’s sexy.

So is her sister, who is guiding my hand to her tits, her tongue licking my bicep.

I’m seconds from fucking my stepdaughter in the backyard. In broad daylight.

While I’m on the clock.

After finding out they made a bet to see who could bag me first.

No.

My self-respect saves me just in time.

They thought getting me to cave would be easy?

Not happening. And it’s time they learned they can’t play fast and loose with me.

With a burst of frustration—with my painful physical state, with them, with myself—I break free of Bella’s drugging kiss, haul her off my car and position her under one arm, stuffing Charlie under the other and carrying them both like a couple of sacks of potatoes into the house while they sputter and flail.

“Joe!”

“What are you doing?”

I don’t answer until we’re in my bedroom and I’m kicking the door shut behind us, as if the ghost of my wife might catch us in the act. I toss Bella onto the bed, but keep hold of Charlie, as I turn to sit down on the edge of the mattress, draping the girl face down over my lap. “Your mother didn’t punish either of you enough,” I growl, landing a loud slap on her tight ass. “Now you’re nineteen, doing whatever the fuck you please.” Another harsh spanking that makes her gasp and clutch at the bedclothes. “Not on my watch. You’re going to learn a hard lesson, girls. You play with a bull, you get the horns.”

I continue to spank Charlie another several times, disquiet stirring inside of me when my red handprints rouse an even more untenable heat in my stomach, my balls throbbing like a son of a bitch, wanting for all the world to put Charlie on the floor on all fours and plow her from behind. I’ve accidentally seen the vibrators in her panty drawer. Overheard her using them in the shower. She’d be down to take me doggy style. Of the two sisters, she’s the slightly less innocent one and God help me, I want to exploit that quality.

“You want me to fuck your smartass mouth, huh? You wouldn’t fit half of this cock between those glossy little lips, sweetheart.”

“Yes, I would,” she cries out.

“No, I’d fit it. I’d be in charge. Not you, brat.” I take a handful of her ass as I’m explaining this to her, squeezing it until she hisses in pain. “I’d wrap your hair around my fist and make you look up at me while I work it down your throat.”

I’m tempted as hell to execute the plan I’m voicing out loud. Bella is next, though, and soon enough, I can’t resist putting her in Charlie’s place, throwing her face down over my lap while she whimpers, slapping the breathtaking curve of her backside which is still damp from washing my car, that tiny pink string not covering a goddamn thing. “This ain’t a fucking bathing suit, baby, it’s a request for cock.” Slap. Slap. Slap. “You hear me? You go out in public wearing this, you’ll be begging for a spanking by the time I’m finished with you. You cover yourself up when you’re not in my house.”

“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.”