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“Is that so? Or do you make the most trouble when I’m with you?”
Bella and I exchange a surprised glance.
“What do you mean?” Bella asks.
“Nothing.” I’ve never seen such a conflicted look on Joe’s face before. He massages our scalps with his big, capable hands, eyeballing the couch like it might be hiding snakes. “I should really get back to work.”
“No, Joe,” we whine simultaneously, both of us reaching for him, urging him to sit down on the couch, which he resists. “Watch our show and cuddle with us.”
“I can’t, girls,” he rasps. “I shouldn’t.”
“You’ll loveThe Summer I Turned Pretty. We promise.”
“I seriously doubt that.”
Our eyes pool with tears on cue, Bella’s bottom lip trembling. I blink back the moisture in my own eyes, as if I’m trying to put on a brave face at the prospect of his desertion. That being said, I already know we’ve got him. He freezes at the sight of our unhappiness, the fight going out of him.
“Fine, I’ll stay. But just for a little while.”
Bella and I beam at each other. We can work with that.
As long as she understands I’m going to win the seduction challenge?
Nobody gets hurt.
4
Joe
Oh, my lord.
This is the exact situation I should be avoiding.
I’m sitting between my half-dressed stepdaughters on the couch watching this show for teenage girls and my dick is hard as a rock. Worse, they’ve snuggled up beneath my arms on each side, their fingertips roaming up and down my chest, playing with the buttons of my uniform shirt, smoothing my collar, fingering my badge.
Charlie with her see-through lace bra, her nipples stiff and most importantly, visible. I can see her gorgeous little tits and how she rubs them against my side when she settles in, looking me right in the eye while she does it. And not for the first time, I wonder if she’s been fucked yet. God, I should not be wondering that. She’s nineteen. A legal adult who can do what she likes. It’s none of my business.
Except my hands bunch into fists at the thought of what I’d do to anyone who lays a fucking finger on my Charlie.
That goes for Bella, too. Sweet Jesus, how many times did she roll up those gym shorts? When she leaned sideways and opened her thighs to retrieve the remote control, I could nearly make out her pussy hole against the seam of those molded-on shorts. Has she let anyone fill up that hole yet? Seems awful small. And she seems criminally clueless about my reaction to that flash of sweetness.
Fuck. I need relief. Need it so bad. Beating off during my morning shower isn’t cutting it anymore. I need some down and dirty filth.
But I can’t have that filth with Bella and Charlie.
Uh-uh. Don’t even think about it.
My denial doesn’t lessen the pressure in my cock, though. Pressure that builds a little more every time they cuddle closer, their palms wandering up and down my chest.
“I want to be kissed like that,” Charlie sighs at the television.
“Like what?” I ask, barely aware of what’s happening on the screen. I’ve got too much happening in real life to watch anything fictional. But when Charlie’s comment starts to sink in, I toss a glance at the screen to find two teenagers making out on the beach. “No one has ever kissed you like that?” I say, knowing full well it’s a bad idea, but needing to appease my curiosity. When I tell you I’ve lost countless nights of sleep wondering if Bella and Charlie are virgins, I’m not exaggerating.
And if they are, what it would feel like to take it from them.
Wrong on so many levels.
Their mother obviously deserved a much better man than me.
