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“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…thatto 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.
13
Joe
Idrag myself into the kitchen and set about brewing a pot of coffee. Catching sight of myself on the glass of the microwave, I wince. For a man who has spent the last forty-eight hours fucking two energetic nineteen-year-olds, I look like hell. There are bags under my eyes from lack of sleep. Hickeys all over my neck. Nail marks down my chest and back. My back and hips and jaw are sore. My hair has been pulled and fisted, leaving it in ninety directions. Yeah, I look like shit.
But damn right there’s a smile on my face.
Over the course of the last two days, I’ve had to make use of the times Bella and Charlie were asleep. I had work to do. After all, I’m driving them to college in a few days and there’s a lot of shit to resolve.
I make myself a cup of coffee and carry it to the kitchen island, leaning forward on my elbows to take a sip, visions from last night going off like fireworks in my head. Both of them on their knees, taking turns sucking my dick. Oh yeah. That’sa memory that’s going to stay with me a long time. Although, they seem intent on making a newer, hotter memory every three hours or so.
It's a tough job, but somebody has to do it.
Across the room, there’s a picture of my late wife standing in front of a waterfall. It was taken on our honeymoon. She was a good woman. I’m never going to forget her and I won’t let the girls forget her, either. But as soon as possible, I’m going to set about taking more pictures of Bella and Charlie. I want hundreds of them. I want them smiling, pouting, causing trouble, being angels. They’re extraordinary and I want every single snapshot of their personalities recorded.
I’m sure their mother would be horrified to know some of the things I’ve done to her daughters over the last two days…and all the things I intend to do to them in the future. But that’s a burden I’ve decided to set down. Bella and Charlie don’t just make me happy…they make me feel young. Like I could conquer anything. Scale the highest mountain. Before them, even in my marriage, I was just going through the motions. Doing what a man in his forties ought to do. Work, provide, smile, sleep, repeat.
Now my two obsessions have breathed life back into my body.
I’m not going to live in shame for accepting their gift of a second lease on life.
And I plan on rewarding them every single day for making me their man.
I hear whispering in my bedroom—Bella and Charlie are awake, and my dick hardens to stone in my briefs, ready to perform. If I’m keeping proper track, it’s Bella’s turn to go first again. I’m going to throw her up on this here kitchen island and eat her pussy for breakfast, that’s what I’m going to do. I’m already salivating at the thought of her glistening pink flesh,her cries of pleasure. How Charlie will watch me lick Bella off, getting turned on the whole time, meaning she’ll be soaked by the time it’s her turn—
I frown when I hear the girls start talking louder and I hear distress in their tones.
