A One Man Job

Epilogue

EPILOGUE

Joe

One Year Later

I drain my protein shake, doing a disbelieving double take as I see myself in the mirror on the way out of the bedroom. My God, I’m barely recognizable. I’m in the best shape of my life—and it’s no wonder why. I had no choice but to condition my body to keep up with the insatiable demands of Bella and Charlie, meaning daily trips to the gym and consuming three times the amount of protein I used to eat.

Apparently, I’ve been too busy working, exercising and tending to the girls to notice how different I look. My gray sweatpants hang off the V of my hips, my stomach ripped and toned. My tatted arms are jacked out of pure necessity. Both girls love to be picked up and manhandled, fucked in a standing position. Or up against walls. And I’ll happily spend hours training my body to be able to fulfil those requests.

I leave the bedroom and deposit the empty protein shake glass into the sink, checking my watch, need tightening my loins when I see the girls should be home in ten minutes from their morning classes. A year ago, I transferred into the sheriff position of our new town and I like the people I work with, but I keep to myself. Men have a disgusting reaction when I tell them I’m in a relationship with two college-aged girls. They ask me for my secret. How I managed to get so lucky. They ask for scintillating details I refuse to give.

And women? They react with pure loathing.

I don’t say much to anyone. Just do my job and go home, to the new house I bought not too far from the college campus. Which is exactly where I want to be. Where I’m meant to be. Waiting for my girls to come home, so they can tell me about their day. Lay their problems on me, knowing I’ll take care of them. So they can take turns getting what they need from my body and I can get my fill of theirs.

Reaching down, I adjust my erection, gritting my teeth over the pressure that builds so quickly now. It’s little wonder I need to fuck so often now when they’ve trained my body to do exactly that without getting tired—

Two car doors slam in the driveway and I hear the telltale signs of a squabble between Bella and Charlie. Uh oh. A moment later, they burst through the front door and throw down their backpacks, carrying the energy of twin hurricanes.

“Joe, Bella thinks she gets you first today. Tell her it’s me!”

“I told you. You had him first yesterday, Charlie.”

“No, I didn’t!”

I scratch my belly absently and sigh through a smile. Bella and Charlie don’t usually feel the need to fight over me, because I devote a lot of energy to making sure they’re getting equal attention, but they are still sisters. Occasionally, sisters are going to have a bad day and get into an argument. That’s life.

They’re going to forget all about it once I have them moaning.

“Charlie,” I say, stepping between her and Bella to cup her cheek. “You’re forgetting about this morning. I’m not surprised since you were still half asleep.” I take hold of her ponytail, tilt her head back firmly and fuck her mouth with my tongue until the tension starts to leak out of her. “You crawled on top and rubbed one out on my cock while your sister was asleep beside us.”

“I was only half asleep,” Bella sniffs. “I know you snuck a turn, Charlie. That’s how I know it’s me first today.”

Charlie is rubbing her palms up and down my bare chest, looking contrite, but her eyes are bright, probably remembering this morning. How she took me deep, leaned forward and went passionate kiss for passionate kiss while she worked her clit on me with tight jerks of her hips, masturbating with the use of my dick. “Fine. I guess that’s fair.”

With a squeal of victory, Bella grabs hold of my arm and turns me around, tempting me into a slow, thorough exploration of her mouth, me stripping off her little tank top when we come up for air from the kiss, while her sister plants love bites on my back, her hands stroking me everywhere. My ass, abdomen, pecs, her fingers moving in my hair.

“Can I just have it hard and quick, Daddy?” Bella whispers against my mouth. “Right here? I just need to feel you so bad. Nothing feels like you. Nothing .” I’m already taking her panties off from beneath her tight-ass skirt and picking her up, planting her bare butt against the front of the counter. “I hate every second we spend away from you.”

“ Hate it,” Charlie whines, her fingernails scraping over my nipples, making me grit my teeth on a hot shudder. “And we hate when you go to the gym. All the women stare at you and hit on you. We know it.”

“We’re going with you next time,” Bella says, screaming behind her teeth when I enter her wet pussy with a single thrust, slamming her ass up against the counter and rattling the wooden doors, my balls, as always, ready to implode from the slick tightness, the way her thighs lock around me like missing pieces, my heart swelling over the act of being joined with someone I love to a desperate degree. “We’re going to remind everyone you’re taken.”

“You can come with me to the gym whenever the hell you want,” I rasp, banging her roughly with scooping slams of my hips, her pussy juicing eagerly around my shaft. “I’m only there to stay fit. To service my girls. No other reason.”

“And you service us so well, Daddy,” Charlie whispers in my ear, her fingers sneaking down the back of my sweatpants, and I hold my breath when she teases the entrance to my ass, her finger damp in a way that tells me she licked it first. That digit rubs and plays, and finally slides inside of me, all the goddamn way, while I ram my cock into Bella, my lusty groans filling the kitchen, along with Bella’s whimpers, the wet squeak of her cunt.

There’s pressure everywhere now. Front and back.

In my throat, my head, my chest.

I’m pouring sweat, delirious with unspent hunger, awash in an embarrassment of riches watching my stepdaughter’s tits bounce in sync with my pounding thrusts, her eyes projecting nothing short of hero worship onto me while I fuck her like an uncaged beast, her ankles knocking into my outer thighs and her sister’s finger buried in my ass.

“Get me pregnant, Joe,” Bella whispers, while Charlie grinds her finger higher, then adds a second, making me choke out a curse, my balls twisting up into my undercarriage. Lord have mercy . “We decided I’m going to have a baby first.”

“ What? ” I say raggedly, my hips unable to stop rutting, rutting, rutting, she’s so fucking tight and perfect and drenched. Belonging to me .

“She stopped taking the pills you put us on. She stopped last week,” Charlie murmurs in my ear, licking the lobe. “It’s time, Joe. We want this so bad. We want to make our Daddy a father.”

Looking into Bella’s eyes and feeling Charlie’s warm, loving breath on my back, I realize…yeah. I want to start a family with my girls, more than anything. I’ve been keeping the desire at bay, but now that the moment is here, imagining them with swollen bellies, everyone knowing I’m the father, pitches me over the edge into oblivion and I look Bella in the eye while I blast off, her orgasm pulsing around me, her screams of joy joining with Charlie’s reverent whispers of encouragement. And I know three things simultaneously.

That without a doubt we’ll be welcoming a child in nine months.

That Charlie will demand a turn immediately afterward.

Lastly, until the world stops turning, I’ll love Bella and Charlie with my very soul.

They’ll love me back, too.

And wouldn’t you know it? All of my predictions come true.

THE END