Chapter 29

Three weeks ago, if you told me I'd be in a relationship with the girl I pined over since I was fifteen, I'd call you a liar. If you told me I'd also be sharing her with my dad, I'd laugh in your face. But this is my life and I honestly can't picture it any other way.

Again, it's only been a few weeks, but I have my girl, a job, a home, and my dad. What else could I need?

Sloane's been making big plans for the Iced Rose and it's hot as hell to watch her get excited about her ideas and when she puts her business hat on, I'm a goner.

The house is almost done. And I'm sad that soon she won't need to stay here a night or two a week while things happen there.

We helped her move her bedroom stuff the day after she bought the bar.

Then that Friday, her cabinets and countertops were delivered, so while she worked, Dad and I got them all installed and ready to go.

The last thing to do is tackle that backyard and paint the downstairs which we can do at any time since our girl wants the walls all white.

Which is why I pitched a crazy as hell idea to my dad and he agreed surprisingly. We didn't tell Sloane so this could be a real fuck up, but I think she's gonna be fucking stoked. I can't wait to see her face.

We pull up to her house and I get out, making a beeline for the door. I knock twice before grabbing the handle to open it, but it's locked.

Good girl.

Sloane pulls open the door a second later, smiling. She's wearing a tattered Def Leppard shirt that just barely covers her large tits. The skirt she has on is black and tight as hell on her thick thighs and it's split up her leg almost to her pussy.

The woman is a wet dream on legs.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" she asks. "Did we have plans that I forgot about?"

"Nope." I smirk mischievously. "We have a surprise for you. It was my idea, so if you get pissed, know that Dad wasn't totally on board at first."

"Okay… you're making me nervous." She steps out onto the porch and her eyes go wide. "Why the hell is there a U-Haul in my driveway? What did you do?"

"We're moving in… if you'll have us, that is." My tone is tense and I worry my bottom lip, staring at her.

"Ummmm." She goes silent while staring at the U-Haul. Then she lets out a deep belly laugh.

"What the fuck did you do, Atlas?"

"I don't like not having you with us at night. You can't move in with us since this is where you see your future and, well, since I can't see my future without you, I told Dad we should move in with you."

"But you have a house. Your dad owns that house and it's a nice freaking house."

The man in question comes up the walk and answers her, so I don"t have to.

"It's just a house. I was going to resell it, and I called a realtor to see if we could have it appraised. But she suggested leasing it on like VRBO. Then I had another idea. So I called Edward, and he's going to lease it during the auction every year in case anyone needs a place to stay for their weekend of fun."

"That's smart. But that weekend can't cover your mortgage." She puts a hand on her hip.

"No. But he's going to reserve it for the whole month of the auction so they can set up the bedrooms to suit the guests and then clean up thoroughly afterward so I can rent to whoever the rest of the year. But his monthly offer almost covers my mortgage for the year."

"So what do you say, baby?" I pick her up and spin her around in a circle. "Can we move in? Please. We'll help with chores, bills, and orgasms. You name it." I wag my brows.

"I–I–do you really want to live here?"

"Hell yeah. I want to be wherever you are. Please say yes, so that my next surprise isn't in vain." I clasp my hands together and shake them at her.

She taps her chin with a finger like she's deep in thought. "Hmmmm… Yes!"

"You're sure?" Dad asks.

"Sure as anything. Is all your stuff in the U-Haul?"

"Just our necessities. I figured we could go back and you can pick any furniture from the house you want here." Dad comes up the steps and grabs her, picking her up and carrying her into the house.

"Wait! What's the other surprise?" she shouts over his shoulder.

I follow them inside, shutting the door behind me. Dad sets her down in the middle of the living room, which is still empty.

"I ordered something, and it came today while we were loading up the U-Haul."

"What did you get?" Dad asks me.

I didn't even tell him what I was ordering. He saw the UPS guy pull up, but it's not like we've ever been concerned about what the other is buying. I put it on the truck last and offered to close the door so it would stay under wraps.

"I bought us a custom bed that is big enough for all three of us, so you don't have to switch rooms every night or so."

"No. I am not sleeping in a bed with you every night. It's where I draw the line." Dad crosses his arms, staring at me.

"Why? Sloane can be in the middle and I'm not asking to cuddle."

"It would be nice to have both of you with me every night. I wouldn't have to choose who to sleep with and it would free up two bedrooms if you don't each need your own." Sloane bites her bottom lip, looking at my dad.

"You two," he growls. "Just keep pushing me further and further. You know that, right?"

"It's my nature to push." Sloane winks.

"Well, then I guess we need to take the bed in the room down and put this new one up so we have a place to sleep tonight." Dad heads up the stairs and we follow.

I can't believe we're all going to live together permanently and that Sloane didn't even have to beg to get Dad to share a bed.

He's whipped, and he doesn't even know it yet.

We unpacked the U-Haul,and while most of our clothes are still in boxes in the living room, we managed to put away our bathroom stuff and set up the bedroom.

I'm lying in the new bed, waiting for Sloane to come out of the bathroom. She wanted to take a shower before bed since she is going to get her food sanitation license tomorrow. The first step of her plan to rule the bar industry is to serve at least pizza at the bar.

So she has to be certified, and she asked us about coming down to see if there is any way to put a kitchen in the back at all. Nothing crazy, but she wants to serve appetizers; the perfect drunk food, as she called it.

The bathroom door opens, and she comes out in nothing but a green towel. My mouth waters at how the towel barely fits around her body.

She walks past the bed to go to the dresser and I snatch her wrist, stopping her and pulling her down onto the bed.

"Atlas!" She laughs.

"Baby, you can't come into our room in just a towel and think I'm not going to touch and lick every inch of your skin." I kiss the tip of her nose.

"I like hearing you say our room." She worries her bottom lip.

"I do too. Now, I need to shower as well, since we were moving all day, but first I want you to come on my tongue." I roll so I'm on the side of her still, but I'm over her. Dipping down, I kiss her lips as I pull her hand away from the towel.

The worn green fabric falls to her sides, revealing her soft belly and tits. Sloane, being a plus-sized woman, has its benefits; for instance, her left tit falls to the side and the nipple lands directly in front of my lips, begging for me to suck it.

I wrap my lips around her stiff peak and suck it into my mouth, lavishing it with my tongue. She arches her back and I use the movement to slide a hand between her thighs, over her mound, and through her folds.

"You're already so wet for me. You want my tongue, baby? Want me to lick you till you scream and your other lover comes running?"

"Yes," she whispers. "Where is he, anyway?"

I move down her body, spreading her thighs and sliding in between them.

"He went to make sure everything was locked up and to get a bottle of water."

"Ok–AYY!" she cries as I pull her clit between my teeth.

I release her little bundle, only to lap at her like a dying man in the desert. Bringing my right hand up, I dip two fingers into her tight hole and begin to fuck her with them.

"Shit. God. Yes," she pants as I eat her pussy like a man possessed, making sure I curl my fingers inside of her to rub against that perfect spot.

Her hips start to move on their own, grinding against my face, and I smile against her core as I lick and suck at her clit.

"I'm gonna come. Dammit, this is fast. Fuck!" She grips the sheets as her back arches up off the bed and screams.

I continue to lick her through her orgasm in long, languid movements.

When she comes down from her high, I pop from between her thighs, crawling up her body to give her a quick peck and then I hurry to the shower with a boner from hell.

"Dick!" she calls, giggling as I leave her on the bed.

"You're gonna get this dick when I'm clean and out of the shower!" I shut the door and shed my clothes, getting in the shower and hurrying through my routine like it's an Olympic event.

I quickly shut off the water, step out, and grab a towel. As I rub it over my skin, I hear it.

Sloane"s whimper.

Dad. He must have heard Sloane and hurried back upstairs, only to find her lying on the bed like the present she is. Naked and blissed out.

I open the door and stand in the threshold, taking in the scene.

My dad is lying on the bed while Sloane is on top of him, rocking her hips back and forth as she rides his dick. He's pinching and tugging at her nipples as she picks up speed.

She looks like a fucking goddess.

I got her all ready and warmed up and he sneaks in and takes advantage of my work.

With a hand wrapped around my cock, I stroke myself as I step over to the bed and climb onto the bed behind Sloane.

I push her down so she's leaned over and I can see her holes better.

Positioning myself at her entrance, I push my mushroom head slowly inside, beside my dad's.

"Oooh!" she mewls at the feeling of her little hole being stretched.

"Atlas," he warns, feeling that I'm pushing into her pussy.

"I got her ready and you stole my hole. So share or get out."

"I am no—" he starts but Sloane kisses him.

"Shut up and fuck me, Rip," she murmurs against his lips.

He gives no more argument as he sucks a nipple into his mouth and I begin to thrust in and out.

It's a little weird to know my dick is rubbing against my dad's, but the feeling of her pussy strangling us and the added friction has me shoving that thought out of my mind.

I slap her ass cheek and my dick jerks inside of her as I watch her ass jiggle.

Dad starts driving up into her in alternate movements from me.

Sloane moans loudly and my dad chuckles.

"You like that, baby? You like knowing that both mine and my son's cocks are inside you?"

"Yes!" she cries.

"You like having your stepdad and brother fuck your little cunt, don't you, naughty girl," Dad grunts.

"Fuuuck!"

Her pussy clamps down around us as she sobs her release. There's a light sheen of sweat covering her flushed body.

We don't stop fucking her. I'm barreling toward my own release as I pound into her.

My dad grunts underneath her, stilling, and I can feel his warm cum covering my dick.

It's filthy and wrong, but it sends me over the edge. My fingers dig into her soft flesh as I release rope after rope of cum inside of her.

"Goddamn baby. You're perfect. I love you." I kiss her back before pulling out of her.

"Mmhmm," she hums.

"She's out. Not sure she's sleeping, but she's off in another world." My dad chuckles.

"I'll get a rag and clean her up," I tell him, sliding off the bed and heading back to the bathroom.

When I come back to the room, he's lying beside her in a pair of black sweats. Sloane is curled up next to him, naked and lightly snoring.

Gently, I part her legs and slide the rag over her red and puffy cunt, cleaning up the mess we made together. She doesn't stir or make a noise.

I clean myself up quickly and toss the rag into the mesh hamper she has by the door. Grabbing a pair of gray sweats, I slide them on and flip the light off before climbing into the bed on the opposite side of my dad.

The blanket moves, covering us, and I wrap an arm around Sloane.

"Night," I tell my dad.

"Night."

I kiss Sloane's shoulder. "Night baby. Love you."