A One Man Job

Chapter 12

12

Bella

J oe is a god. That’s all I can assume.

He’s fierce. A protector. Gorgeous. Honorable.

His stamina is apparently otherworldly.

He’s our Daddy. Forever and ever, amen.

My body is languid and sated after his raw, ferocious treatment of me and the subsequent orgasm that has changed me for life, but he’s a duty-bound man. He takes his responsibilities seriously and his body must recognize that Charlie and I require equal attention, that we hunger for his awareness evenly, because he is carrying my sister across the room and putting her in front of a full-length mirror on her hands and knees. Her eyes close in bliss as he massages her backside in roughly reverent hands, his arousal still standing straight up like a monument to sex.

“You want something a little different than your sister, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“I want whatever you give me.”

“Good answer.” He gathers her hair around his fist and pulls her head back, speaking against the crown of her head. “I know what that fuckable body needs, don’t I?”

“Yes,” she sobs, trembling.

I’ve never seen Charlie so enthralled in my life. Her wide, excited, obedient eyes are pinned on our stepfather’s reflection, her fists twisting in the carpet, her sides heaving.

“I’ve seen those vibrators in your drawer.” He lands a sharp smack against her right ass cheek. “If you haven’t taken care of that cherry all on your own, I’d be shocked. And that’s okay, sweetheart. That’s better than okay. You’re just a little bit hornier, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“I’m going to take such good care of my girl’s extra-needy pussy. Aren’t I? And the fact that you’ve been playing by yourself means I can be a little rough now, doesn’t it?”

Charlie is nodding vigorously, her hair starting to stick to her forehead and neck, because she’s sweating so hard, purely from his words. This man. Is. A. God. All I can do is languish on the bed and admire him while his come dries on my inner thighs and he prepares to fuck my adopted sister.

“Show me how a horny girl behaves, Charlie.” He spits on her backside and spanks it, making me swallow a moan. “A girl who needs three different shapes of toys in her panty drawer. Show me how she tempts a man to fill up her pretty wet cunt.”

My sister bites her lip in hesitation, looking over her shoulder at me, but Joe only massages her scalp soothingly, his voice dropping another octave. “She’s going to see us fucking every chance we get, Charlie. Get used to not hiding. From either of us.”

Briefly, Charlie closes her eyes, and when she opens them again, they’re smoked out, glassy. Her knees open wider on the ground and she starts to circle her butt in our stepdad’s lap, her skirt hiked up, but still covering the top half of her butt cheeks. “What were you doing in my panty drawer, Joe?”

“Putting laundry away,” he rasps, swiping sweat off his upper lip.

She lets out a low, husky laugh. “Liar.”

He yanks on his fistful of her hair and swats her buttocks with the opposite hand, causing her to cry out with weak-kneed pleasure. So he does it again. And again. Leaving huge red handprints on her upturned bottom. They move in a flow, the way I did with Joe, as if the three of us were built with each other in mind. He presses her cheek to the ground, levering her backside toward the ceiling and she gasps, her fingers coming up between her legs, plunging into her soaked pussy, drawing them in and out for me and Joe to see.

“There she is,” he says, squeezing her ass cheek in his grip and pulling it to the side, so he can watch the way she’s slipping wet fingers in, out, in, out, in, in, in. “So good at masturbating yourself, Charlie. I’ve gotten good at it, too. Can’t even imagine how many times you were playing with your toys on the other side of this wall while I fucked my fist.” He snags her wrist and pins it to the small of her back, shhing her while she whines. “Next time you want to play, come sit in my lap with no panties on and I’ll give you a treat. I won’t let you up until we need a towel to clean up what you did.”

“Daddy,” she implores him, pressing her bottom against his lap. “Fill me up. Fill me up, please!”

“Almost.” He bends over Charlie and trails his tongue downward from the top of her spine to the hem of her skirt where it rests against the valley of her behind. To my delighted surprise, he uses his teeth to lift her skirt higher, to her waist. Then he nestles his mouth between her buns, appearing to lick her there. “Tell me the truth, sweetheart. Have you ever put one of those toys in your asshole?”

Cheek still pressed to the floor, she bites her lip and nods. “Y-yes, sir.”

“How far in?” he asks, his breath coming fast and thick.

“Most of the way,” she whispers, face reddening.

Joe curves himself over Charlie, his ribs puffing in and out like a bull preparing to mate. He reaches down and circles his erection with his fingers and pushes it into Charlie, rutting into her with a long, guttural grunt, her gasp mimicking mine. “Ah Jesus. You might have been playing with yourself a while, but you’re as fucking tight as your sister.” He pulls out and drives in again, his jaw losing tension, even as it builds in his back and thighs. “Going to pump here for a while, Charlie, then I’m going to finish in that candy apple ass.”

“C-candy apple?”

“On account of me wanting to bite into it.” He sets into a rhythm, his balls high and tight, but still swinging back to front. “And that stick goes right up the bottom doesn’t it? Just like mine is going to do. Bet you’re a lot juicier than an apple, though, ain’t you?”

Wow. Charlie is rifling her hips back to match his thrusts, making her bottom smack off Joe’s belly, whimpers kindling in her throat, her eyes focused on his in the mirror. She’s incredible. “Only for you, Daddy.”

“That’s right. Nobody else touches what’s mine now. My gorgeous girls, my gorgeous pussies. All fucking mine.” He’s riding her for broke now, reminding me of a Wild West cowboy, chest damp with perspiration, his hair in a sweaty sideways mess that I find as endearing and sexy as the rest of him. His head is thrown back, eyes closed in bliss as he gallops, his enormous length appearing and disappearing inside of Charlie with sharp sucking sounds, her mouth open, her cries growing more and more high-pitched. “Squeezing that dick, little girl, ain’t you? You close?”

“Uh-huh,” she hiccups. “Uh-huh.”

Growling with satisfaction, Joe reaches between my sister’s legs and starts a gentle massage of her clit, moving her flesh around on the pads of his fingers, and I can see it all happening in the mirror, like the best pornography money could buy, Charlie’s pussy dripping on the rug, her breasts shaking from the force of his pumps, eyes glazed, but definitely focused on reaching her climax.

“You’re going to put it back there?” she asks him, pouting out that lower lip.

“That’s what I said, Charlie.”

A small head tilt. “Did my mom let you do… that to her, Joe?”

He makes a sound, part guilt, part lust, nostrils flaring. “No.”

Charlie gives me a conspiratorial smile in the mirror, but hers starts to waver almost immediately, because Joe is strumming that spot between her thighs and it’s taking the best toll, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip, trapping a scream, followed by Joe fucking deep as possible and grinding his cock while she groans and shivers uncontrollably, her orgasm letting out onto the floor while his fingers continue to tease and play and learn her.

I roll onto my back at this point and start to stroke the come-soaked valley of my own pussy, letting my head dangle backward over the edge of the bed, so I can watch Joe pull out of Charlie’s sex and put the smooth tip of his shaft between her cheeks. Into that forbidden entrance. Giving easy, shallow thrusts of his hips, but even that seems to be providing him unimaginable pleasure.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God,” he chants, sweat dripping off his face.

“Does that feel good?” Charlie watches him in the mirror, her face alive with excitement. “Go deeper, Daddy. Do to me what you weren’t allowed to do to her.”

“Stop,” he grunts, sinking in a little deeper. “ Ohhhhhh . It’s so fucking good .”

“Who wouldn’t give a man like you anything he wanted?” she purrs, angling her hips higher, cheek to the rug. “You going to let him have you like this, too, Bella?”

“Yes,” I whimper, sinking two fingers into my entrance. “I’ll start playing with your toys to get ready. I want to please Joe in every single way.”

“I’m going to blow again,” Joe heaves, hips beginning to lose rhythm. “One more inch, Charlie. Please, I’ll give you anything you want.”

She shakes her bottom in his lap, smiling at him over her shoulder. “Take two inches, Daddy.”

He comes apart at the seams, bucking once, holding fast while tremors move through his powerful body, spend puddling on the floor beneath their joined bodies, more and more and more, still, when Joe pulls out of Charlie’s rear entrance and uses his fist to jack the rest onto her smooth back, leaving a trail of white milky semen on her spine. I find my second peak, nowhere near as delicious as the one Joe gave me, but enough to calm my need, and I crawl over to them where they sit in a heap in front of the mirror, laying on my side and settling my head on Joe’s thigh. Charlie rests her head on the other and he strokes both of our hair until we fall asleep.