Chapter 7

Dad collapses over my back for a moment, breathing heavily, his sweat-slicked forehead bowed against my shoulder blades.

I’m recovering too. Just imagining the erotic image of the three of us horizontally sandwiched like this—Dad’s head down on my back, my head and hair spread across Dominick’s stomach, his head still between my splayed knees—it’s almost enough to have me on the edge of a fresh climax.

Dad’s the first to speak. “Sorry, Dominick, I wasn’t thinking.”

At first I think he’s apologizing for crushing Dominick, but as ever, Dad’s full of surprises.

“You’ve got to get in your sister’s tight little cunt. Do it now, while she’s still wet and fresh.”

Dad gets up and helps roll me of Dominick. I stand shakily and look at Dad, eyes wide. Is he serious? My legs feel like jelly and I have to hold onto the bottom of the bedframe so I don’t sink to the floor.

Dad cradles my face. “It’s a big day for all of us, sweetie. You aren’t going to cheat your brother out of having your juicy cunt on the day you lose your virginity, are you? Do you know what a gift that is for a man?”

I blink. Well, when he puts it that way…

Um. I guess…not?

I look over at Dominick.

His eyes are on me. He lifts a hand to cup my face. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Sarah.”

I glance back at Dad. He doesn’t say anything to contradict Dom, but a look of disappointment comes into his eyes at my hesitation.

I take a deep breath and I lift my eyes back to Dominick. “How do you, um…you know…want it?” I gesture back at the bed.

Dominick never got off and he lays down. Then he gestures for me to join him. “Are you sure? I mean it. You don’t have to—”

“Don’t be a fucking pussy.”

Dominick glares at his father but I just reach out and put a hand on his shoulder.

“I want you,” I whisper.

His eyes never leave mine. “Then come here, beautiful.”

I nod and get back on the bed. As soon as I do, he takes my hand. With the contact, my nervousness immediately flees.

This is my Dominick.

He lifts up and kisses me as he directs me how to sit across his lap.

He pauses again. “You sure?”

My heart leaps at his caution and consideration. So welcome after Dad’s callousness.

I nod and put a hand to his cheek. Yes. I want this with him. I need it. Everything is a confused jumble, but God, I need this connection with him more than anything right now.

He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he lines himself up at my entrance. Unlike Dad, though, he lets me direct the pace as to how fast I want to slide down on him. And his talented fingers are back at work.

The bed squeaks with Dad’s weight as he sits down behind me. Dad lifts my hair off my neck and then bites at my ear before whispering, “Oh yeah. What’s it feel like having your brother’s big cock going in that slick little pussy, sweet girl?”

My sex clenches around the tip of Dominick’s cock. The soreness is a little more apparent again, but not bad. Dad’s words make me feel strange. Both guilty and turned on. I don’t like the confusion they make me feel even as my stomach tightens with arousal.

I continue lowering myself on Dominick. I hiss as he starts to fill me up and lock eyes with him. His eyes are wide with wonder. I clench around him in response. His hands come up to my waist.

At first I worry he’s holding me so that he has leverage to jam himself into me really hard like Dad did.

But no, his hands simply caress reverently up and down my ribcage.

“You’re so beautiful,” Dominick whispers, then he does an ab curl to lift up and kiss me. I sink the last little bit of the way down so that I’m fully impaled.

It’s the sweetest moment.

And then Dad starts to pluck at my nipples. “So hot. That’s right. Fuck your brother good.” Dad sucks at my neck while Dominick kisses me.

Well, at Dad’s words, Dominick breaks away for the slightest moment. I think I see his face tighten with some kind of tension, but then his lips are on mine the next second.

Every worry, every thought, every apprehension I’ve had about everything that’s happened throughout the entire morning evaporates under Dominick’s kisses. Having him wrapped around me—while also having him inside me? Dad’s manhood might might have the slightest physical edge on Dom, but I’ve never felt more full than when I’m with Dominick in this way.

Full of love. Full of warmth. Safety. Safe-keeping.

When he finally starts moving his shaft in and out, it’s the most right thing in the world. Almost instantly, I’m on the edge of climax

Dominick sees it.

Of course he does. He’s sitting up so that we’re chest to chest, still holding me close though I can’t imagine the abdominal strength it must be taking for him to keep the position. He swivels his hips up and into me, hitting me at such a perfect angle.

Dad bites the back of my neck, but I barely feel it because Dominick—and then waves and waves of—ohhhhhhh.

Where the other orgasms today were sharp and short, this one is a warm heat that lights me up from my core. It washes outward to the tips of my fingers and then flows through every follicle of hair. No corner or cell or molecule of my body is left untouched. I gasp with the shock and pleasure and how fully Dominick just penetrated every single bit of my being.

I’ve never felt so beautiful, so—

“Look at our little whore, son,” Dad says, pinching my nipples hard. “Little nympho just milked your cock like she lives for it. God, they always want it so bad.”

I yank away from Dominick, mortified, and swing around to look at his dad.

What a jerk! What just happened between Dominick and I was so perfect and he—

“How did it feel to have both your Daddy and your brother’s cocks inside you within half an hour, sweet girl?” Dad’s voice is softer as he cups my cheek. With his other hand, he’s yanking roughly at his cock. He’s fully erect again, and he twists when he gets to the glistening tip, then jams his hand back down.

My tirade dies on my lips.

Oh my God, he’s right. I just let two different men have sex with me, one right after the other. If that’s not the very definition of a whore, what is?

Dominick slips out of me and Dad’s hand slides around to grab my hair. Dad gets on his knees on the bed and he pushes me down on my back.

“Open your mouth. Swallow what Daddy gives you. Show me how much you love being a little whore for Daddy.”

Then he starts jacking himself off right over my face.

Just like they did in that one porno my friend Bonny made me watch one time. I thought it was degrading and horrible then.

And now? I don’t know. I don’t know. It’s happening and I can’t think—

“Open up,” Dad commands, slapping my cheek with his dick, his face going dark when my mouth remains closed. “Don’t make Daddy punish you again.”

Desperately, I search for Dominick. He’s sitting on the other side of the bed, his back to us.

“Dominick,” I whisper.

Dominick turns to me immediately. I reach out a hand and he takes it. I open my mouth to say something else and cum hits my face.

“Sweet little whore!” Dad shouts.

I sputter as cum fills my mouth and coats my cheeks. My eyes squeeze shut so I’m not prepared when the cock shoves in my mouth.

“Suck it,” Dad orders. “Suck it clean.”

“Dad!” Dominick objects, but I do what I’m told.

I open wide and accept the big, thick object in. The cum is strange tasting, salty and bitter and a little sour. I lick and suck and cough and I’m pretty sure there are tears running down my cheeks, mixing with the mess.

Dad finally pulls his cock out of my mouth. He brings his large hand to my face. With his thumb, he rubs my cheek, smearing my tears together with the remainder of his cum. “My sweet, sweet girl,” he murmurs before kissing the top of my head and then dropping to the side of me. He reaches for a pillow, one of which somehow managed to actually stay on the bed in spite of… all of it.

He shoves it underneath his head and closes his eyes. He looks perfectly at peace. His chest and temples are sweat-slicked, sure, but he seems like he just finished a vigorous workout. Worn out but like he has no worries in the world.

Certainly not like he just finished deflowering his step-daughter along with his son in an insane threesome.

I’m afraid to look in Dominick’s direction.

If he’s fallen asleep just as easily and left me alone, after— After—

I open my mouth and try to take a breath but the air just isn’t there. And there’s still Dad’s cum all over me. I gasp for air again but still can’t manage it.

“Sarah, come on.”

Once again, Dominick’s strong hand grasps mine.

That air I was searching for so desperately finally flows into my lungs. I look over at Dom and his hazel eyes are full of concern. He helps me off the bed. It’s warm in the house but my body is covered in goosebumps. I shiver as he leads me out of my room.

I have no idea where he’s taking me but I feel less and less connected to my body or my life or really… anything at the moment.

Is this what every girl feels like after losing her virginity?

Is this what it means to transition to womanhood? Like you dissociate from your own body for a little bit and feel kind of floaty and weird and—

“Sarah? You okay? You still with me?”

“Huh?” I look over at Dominick as he leads me into his room and closes the door behind us. Dominick’s eyebrows furrow and his mouth tightens.

“Christ, Sarah.” He wets a wash cloth under warm water from the sink and gently scrubs at my face. And then he pulls me into his chest and wraps his arms around me.

For a second I’m sure this is the start of the next round and I tense up. I wait for his hands to drop to my bottom. Or for him to grip my hair and jerk my head back.

But he just…holds me.

Hugging me.

He’s hugging me.

When he tries to pull back, I cling tighter.

“Sarah honey, I’m not letting you go.” He whispers into my hair. “But we need to get you in the bath. You’re freezing. And I can just imagine how sore you must be.” He winces and his face crumbles. “I want to make it better. Please let me make it better.”

His words. They open the dam I didn’t even know I was holding back inside me. A sob bubbles up and I press my head even harder against his warm chest as he leads me to his ensuite bathroom.

He puts a hand on the back of my head and holds me to him while we walk. “Shhhh, shhhh,” he whispers. “It’s all going to be okay. It’ll be okay. I promise. I’ll make it okay. I swear.”

When he tries to pull away from me to turn on the bath faucet, I don’t let him. The first burst of tears has slowed, but I can’t, I just can’t release him yet.

He finally maneuvers us so that he can get to the faucet with me attached to him like a starfish suckered to the front of his body.

The splash of the water against the porcelain tub as it fills up is the only sound for a little while. I like the soothing noise it makes. And when I snuggle a little further to the right, the steady thump of Dominick’s heart calms me down even more. I’m so cold and he’s so warm. I want him to keep me warm forever.

The water finally stops.

“It’s ready,” Dominick says. “You’ve gotta let go so I can help you in.”

I shake my head against his chest. “I’ll be fine. I don’t need a bath.” I hold him even tighter.

After a second, he sighs, then says, “Okay, let go of your death grip and we’ll go in together. Deal?”

I look up at him and smile.

His eyebrows are still slanted in concern, but at my smile, his face softens.

His eyes search mine.

“I love you,” he whispers.

And my heart explodes.

That’s a thing, it really is. And it’s what happens to my heart. Just like earlier, when my orgasm reached throughout my entire body—his words do that now.

Because I feel the same way.

Today has been full of confusion and madness and pleasure and pain but finally here is something I know to be true—I love Dominick Winters.

His eyes widen and he claps his hand over my mouth. “Don’t say it back. I mean— You don’t have to say it back. I mean Christ,” he shakes his head, his neck reddening. “I don’t expect you to feel the same yet. Or ever,” he rushes on. “I would never try to pressure you. And after today…” His eyes shoot back in the direction of my room and his face clouds over.

Meanwhile, I reach up and pull at his hand on my mouth. He finally seems to notice me yanking at him.

“Sorry,” he says and drops his hand.

I can’t contain it another second. “I—

“Don’t—” He cuts me off, this time just with a finger over my lips. “Please, promise you won’t say anything about what I just said. Swear you won’t. I can’t bear it, okay?”

“But—”

He shakes his head vehemently. “Swear.”

I look up at him unhappily but finally nod my head. Why won’t he let me share my feelings with him? Is he afraid I’ll say I don’t love him or that I’ll say I do? Is he regretting what he said already? Did he not mean it, is that it? And if he does love me, why wouldn’t he want to hear it back?

“Come on,” he smiles at me again and kisses the tip of my nose. “Let’s get in before the water gets cold.” And with that, he lifts a foot into the bath.

I follow him. He settles me in front of him in the bath. The hot water feels good but stings slightly against my sore sex.

The soothing warmth and Dominick behind me soon make all the worries of the day slip away, though.

“You know I’ll always take care of you, don’t you, beautiful?” he whispers into my hair, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close.

I nod drowsily and settle my back against his chest.

He chuckles into my hair. “Rest. You deserve it.”

The world dissolves into the warmth and the comfort I feel in his arms. I’m not sure if his next words are real or I just imagine them. “I love you. I’ll never let you be hurt again. I swear, Sarah. I swear on my life.”