Chapter 7

7

Bella

I don’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.

“Lie back and spread your legs. I want to see how wet your pussies are.”

Charlie and I blink at each other, our expressions groggy with need. Inch by inch, we lower ourselves onto the bed and easing our knees apart slightly.

“More.”

My stomach hollows with that single command, my nipples beading painfully in the bathing suit top. I pull my feet up, propping them onto the edge of the bed and spreading my legs, closing my eyes as his palms skim down the insides of my thighs, his thumb tracing the seam of my sex, up and down until it parts naturally.

“Very nice, Bella,” he rasps, sucking my wetness off his thumb. “I’m going to enjoy licking the rest of that up.”

I make an anticipatory sound at the same time as my sister, our hips starting to writhe, fingers twisting in the comforter, now that we know what’s coming. Joe is going to use his mouth on us. There.

“Charlie, let me see.”

My sister is still wearing her panties, but she lifts her lower body now, Joe aiding her in sliding them down her thighs and I’m surprised to find my sex squeeze just watching the intimacy between them. His older, scarred hands on her lithe legs, rough fingers taking her frilly underwear past her ankles and shedding them on the floor. Eyes on our stepfather, Charlie parts her thighs, sucking in a shaky breath when Joe spanks the juncture of her thighs lightly a couple times, knuckling his way into her wet slit and rubbing there, continuing while she arches her back, breathing faster and faster.

“There you go, sweetheart. We didn’t get to play as much outside, like your sister and I, so you needed a little more teasing, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Now you’re sweet and creamy, just like her.” He gets down on his knees in front of Charlie and kisses the insides of her thighs, one by one. Lingering, his gaze locked on her wet flesh. “Go lay on top of Bella.”

“What?”

“Lay on top of her. Face up. I want to eat them at the same time.”

I’m so overcome by what’s happening, it takes me a few beats to understand the position he wants us in, but when I do, I can barely believe we’re about to participate in something so erotic. So illicit. Charlie looks at me with a question in her eyes and I nod, sliding an arm beneath her waist and helping ease her onto me, her butt pressing down on my sensitive pelvic region and making me bite my lip at the full, terrible/wonderful pressure she applies, her back coming down to align with my front, her head finding its place on my shoulder. We breathe like that while Joe watches us, his attention starting on our faces and carrying downward to our stacked hips. Our bare privates so close together.

“Open Charlie’s legs wider for me, Bella,” says Joe. “Open yours, as well. So similar in looks, in shape, you girls. Let’s see if the similarities go lower.”

His voice, the situation, the pace…it’s all sending hot shivers through my body. My hands are trembling as they grip Charlie’s knees and guide them open, pushing mine wide at the same time, all three of us struggling to breathe in the quiet bedroom.

Joe is knelt directly in front of us and we’re hiding nothing. I don’t want to hide a single thing from this man. He’s earned the right to see every part of us. “Yup. Golden and slick, the both of you. Would you look at that? Goddamn . Charlie, you’re dripping onto your sister,” Joe chides, leaning in so we can feel a gust of his warm breath on our wet pussies. “Does that mean you want some tongue?”

“Yes, please,” she heaves. “I mean, I think so. I’ve never—”

She jerks on top of me when Joe’s face disappears between her legs, a ravenous rumble muffled by what I can only assume is my sister’s flesh. Yes, it has to be, because she’s whining his name, her knees flexing in my grip.

“Oh,” she hiccups. “Ohhhh!”

“What’s he doing?” I breathe in her ear.

“He’s…he’s…!” Her breath catches and droplets hit my face. Tears are leaking down her temples. Her buttocks continue to grind and wiggle down on my pelvis and its starting to feel good. Uncomfortably good. So good I must concentrate on not letting myself enjoy it too much. “Right there, Joe. Don’t stop. No!”

My entire body erupts with heat when Joe’s mouth moves to my flesh, slapping his tongue down on the top of my slit, slithering it downward into my parted wetness and lapping me up with a snarl. Up, down, up and down until Charlie cries out because I’m squeezing her knees in a death grip. He flattens his tongue, pressing tight to my opening—and I start to cry, too, big, gloppy tears rolling down the sides of my face. It’s like someone has found the release valve for tension I didn’t know I’d been holding and the other side is in sight now. Joe is in control and Joe knows everything.

Oh, my lord does he know everything.

“Charlie is a little spicy, like cinnamon. And this angel is all sugar, ain’t she?” Joe leans back, licking his lips while looking us over, our awakened flesh flushed and waiting for more, our thighs trembling excitedly. “Put them together and it’s the kind of perfect taste most men only get to dream about.” He spits on Charlie, then me. “Your Daddy isn’t most men, though, is he?”

“No,” I whimper.

Charlie shakes her head adamantly. “No.”

He goes back to work on Charlie and she gulps in violent breaths, her butt lifting to meet his tongue’s strokes sometimes and other times, she’s confusing me with that sustained pressure on my lower body. I turn my face to the side and close my eyes, biting my lip until I draw blood, not sure what else to do. My head is delirious and I’m clenching uncontrollably, so sensitive that I scream when Joe’s tongue rakes down my clit, up, down, then worries it between two lips, not pinching or tugging, just rubbing, and it’s heaven, it’s heaven and hell because I need the storm to break so bad. So bad.

“Joe. Joe. No please, no please, no please. Be inside of me. Inside of me, please.”

“Me too,” Charlie sobs, both of us reaching for him.

“No, girls. I’m already crossing too many lines,” he says, his voice muffled by Charlie’s flesh. “Already so close to being an addict for these hot little cunts. We fuck once and I’ll be mounting you every chance I get.”

“That’s what we want,” I inform him breathily, lifting my hips eagerly when he lowers his mouth, finding my clit again. “Don’t you get it?”

“You might think that now…”

“No,” Charlie says, moaning when Joe’s thumb finds her sensitive gathering of nerves and starts to strum while he licks mine, staying like that while a crescendo builds inside of me. “W-we’re a-always going to want you. Joe, Joe! I’m… ohhh .”

My sister shakes on top of me with the force of her orgasm, Joe lifting his face briefly from his ministrations to catch Charlie’s moisture on his tongue, moaning low in his throat, before he brings that wetness to my sex again and softly agitates my clit, faster, faster, my pleasure blinding me, prickles washing over my scalp and spiking my blood pressure with raw ecstasy.

“Joe,” I chant over and over again. “Joe, Joe, Joe.”

“Keep these legs wide fucking open,” he growls, rising to his full height.

I watch over my sister’s shoulder as Joe strokes a fist down his shaft, then back up, once, twice, his movements jerky. His eyes blaze a path from my sister’s pussy to mine—and our sixth sister sense kicks in, because we each push a finger inside ourselves and Joe stumbles forward, groaning like an animal, his semen spurting all over our naked bodies.

“Son of a bitch. Son of a bitch ,” he pants, fapping himself in a blur of fist on flesh.

“Good Daddy.”

“Cover us in it, Daddy.”

Pain screws up his features, a huge pump of white fluid slopping down his wrist, his stomach hollowing with a vibrating shudder. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! ”

All at once, our legs collapse, or I stop holding Charlie’s or the world tilts. I don’t know. Only that I’m sideways on the bed a second later and Charlie is no longer on top of me. We’re covered in Joe’s essence and he’s sitting on the corner of the bed, back muscles bunched, breathing heavily.

“We can’t let him get away,” Charlie mouths at me, her eyes dazed, hair in disarray.

I nod and we both converge on our stepfather, dragging him back into the pillows and snuggling his extra-large body until the tension begins to lessen, me and Charlie smiling contentedly at each other over the impressive expanse of his chest.

“I’m just going to rest my eyes,” he says firmly.

We nestle closer, planting kisses on his shoulders and face, thanking him, murmuring words of praise for the indescribable bliss he just gave us, our fingers stroking his hair soothingly.

He’s snoring in no time.