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Chapter 1: SKYI was born 5 minutes and 38 seconds before my brother, Jareth. And my being first didn’t end there. I’ve spent my entire life doing it all first: crawling, walking, talking. I brought home the first A+ on a report card, was picked first in sports, and captained the volleyball and soccer teams. But through all of it, he’s watched over me like a hawk. In turn, I’ve been his champion because he was the one who always pushed and encouraged me to be the best I could, even before I recognized it for what it was, even when he grew taller than me when we were nine. Even now, on the verge of our 19th birthday, we’re trying to decide where our lives go now, but at least we're doing it together.He's my rock, and I don’t think I’d make it in life without him. It would be losing a limb, an essential part of me, not to be near him. To see him, talk to him, every day. I remember the heartbreak I felt when Daddy wouldn’t let us sleep in the same room anymore. I thought my world was ending at age 12. Bawling, snot-covered, hyperventilating, tears. It wasn’t pretty. Daddy took my hand, and I punched at him until I crumbled in his strong arms. “Sweetie, you’re growing up. Both of you. You both need your privacy.” He lovingly chastised me as I pouted. Jareth kicked him in the shins for good measure. “If Mama were alive, she wouldn’t make me.” I muffled into his chest.Daddy put his strong, loving arm around me and hugged me tight, kissing the top of my head. “Maybe you’re right, baby girl. But Mama left me in charge of you, and I think she’d want this. So we’ll give it a try. Okay?”I looked into his big green-hazel eyes, and they glistened as he smiled at me. I know now they were tears he was trying to hold back. I had never used our Mama’s death as ammunition before. It wasn’t until our birthday last summer that I realized how much it must have hurt him to use her memory that way. I apologized profusely, six years late. But Daddy was right because two months later, I got my period. And it was horrible. But that separation didn’t stop Jareth from coming into my room at night and hugging me as I cried through the pain of my cramps. He’d keep me warm until painkillers dulled the ache. And he’s done this for me ever since. He’s so damn sweet I’m surprised dentists haven’t plastered a warning across his forehead. Beware, may cause cavities.“Stop biting your nails, Sky.” Jareth sighs, softly pulling my hand away from my mouth. His thumb strokes over my knuckles, sending a shockwave through me, and trying to ignore it, as always. It’s been like this for months, and it scares me. I don’t know what’s changed, but he looks at me every time as if he’s peering deeper than anyone else. Or when he touches me unexpectedly, I feel my blood thicken, and my belly winds tight. Staring when I shouldn’t, I admire his gorgeous cut, wondering what it would be like to have all that mass pressing me down. Or what he tastes like. Rapidly trying to shoo the thoughts away. Again. It’s wrong. It is so wrong to be thinking about any of this.“Daddy’s going to love the surprise.” Pushing the hair out of my face, he tucks the long strawberry strands behind my ear. I want to lean into his touch and stop as I avoid his gaze. His voice lowers. “I swear, the longer I look at you.” The heat of his fingers lingers along my jaw. “The prettier you get.” He sheepishly grins before pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek. Surely innocent.It embarrasses me, and I shove his shoulder and meet hard-muscled resistance to hide my thoughts. It’s almost annoying how robust he is. “Stop,” I whine with a bite. “I’m not. I hate my stupid pale skin and freckles.” Jareth got all the looks of our father, while I got everything our Mama had. Including the stellar metabolism of this tiny body of mine. Thank God, considering how much I like to eat. If only my breasts came in a smaller size. But Jareth is darker: complexion, hair, eyes, and my favorite sense of humor.I stopped growing in 6th grade, topping at 5 feet 5 inches. My entire high school career playing volleyball, my height made me a setter. And a damn good one because I worked hard. But how I wish I could have been as tall as Jareth. 6 feet of grace and lean muscle honed through years of ballet and contemporary dance. For thousands of hours, he honed his body and his skill. Everyone at school thinks he’s gay just because he likes to dance—neanderthal assumptions. I don’t bother to correct any of them. They are half right. I found his porn stash three years ago.Shrugging off my response, he sighs. “You’re just as beautiful as Mama was. More, I think.” Long, warm breath skates down my neck. My toes curl. “Look.” He fans his fingers around my bare shoulders, which heat more than my skin. Engaging our reflections, meeting my trepidation, I’m frozen, snared by the darkness of his eyes. Dipping in the hollow of my neck, the petal light touch of his fingers zings, warming me in places it shouldn’t. I squeeze my thighs together as he grazes his hands down my arms. “Soft.” He murmurs, dragging his fingertips across my stomach and sliding beneath the waist of my skirt. He breathes in deep. “You smell like sunshine on a spring day, Sky. Like fresh daisies and dew.” Another deep breath. “Apricots.”Fluttered pulses rage in my ears as I lean back against his rigid chest, wanting to sink into his words. I feel the hard bulge poke against my back and watch his pupils dilate. “Even if he doesn’t like the surprise, which I know he will, he’ll never stop appreciating you, Sky.” His hand has settled on my stomach, thumb stroking slowly. It’s kicked over the trove of butterflies in my stomach. He knows I can feel his erection, and yet he doesn’t try to turn away or stop the compliments that are as good as the way he’s touching me. The attention flatters me in all the best possible ways, even if I don’t want to believe it all. “I appreciate you.” The roughness in his voice is low and broken. “All of you.”Trouble. I need to break away, but feeling him is too tempting. Moving slowly, I roll my hips to rub my ass against his length. He holds me tighter, and a tiny moan escapes me. I thought I could resist. I can’t. He’s never touched me before, not like this. Dropping my head back against his shoulder, I wrap my arms around the one holding me to him. “Isn’t there a contract somewhere that says brothers are supposed to be assholes to their sisters?”Full sculpted lips spread into a wily pearly grin, and his broad shoulders bob with a chuckle. He winks, stepping back, leaving an indelible imprint on me. The ghost of him against my body will linger into my dreams, where we do awful, amazing things to each other. This will simply drive my needy hormones to simmer to a steady boil.The doorbell rings, and I run to get the door, catching my breath to take the delivery from the driver and give him a $5 tip and a thank you. I put the enormous bouquet of sunflowers on the table along with the card I picked up last week. “I wish you’d let me pay you for at least half, Sky. You went all out on him this year.”Adjusting the stems, I smile and tilt my head, futzing further with the stems. “It’s his birthday. You don’t need to pay me back.” Then, I see the stare that he’s giving me now. I bite my lip. “I’ll find another way for you to pay me back.”Leaning back against the wall, crossing his arms and ankles, he looks me up and down. “Really? How?”I swing my hips, walk past, and bop his nose with a finger as I pass by. “I’ll let you know.” He growls, and it makes me laugh. I kind of like getting him riled up. It feels palpable and honey-sweet. I want to turn him on. Entertaining this thought is evil, especially on our Daddy’s birthday.Hours later, Jareth and I considered our surprise a success. Daddy bear hugs me, and I bury my nose in his chest. He smells woodsy and sweet. “Baby girl, thank you.” His eyes are welled with tears, but his adoration means I did well.“Anything for you, Daddy. We love you, and here’s to another forty-whatever years.” I grin like a spastic mad woman and enjoy the happiness I’ve brought him. The house is booming with music and laughter, and it doesn’t die down until near midnight. I spend most of it keeping a tangible distance from Jareth. Not to avoid him, but so I can feel his gaze. Catching him watching me across the room is intense. He doesn’t bother looking away when I do. Instead, he gets this mild tick in his jaw, a tiny curve at the corner of his mouth, and deep lines pursing between his brows. It’s adorable.Daddy bids his farewell to the last of the guests. Leaning with a heavy thud, his back to the door, he lets out a long sigh. I also think he’s a bit drunk. “It’s time for this man to go to bed.”Jareth gives him a long, back-slapping hug. “Happy birthday, Daddy. All the credit goes to our precious girl. She planned all of it.” Daddy cups Jareth’s cheek and pats it softly, his eyes soft with pride.Waving a hand, he heads upstairs while Jareth and I clean up. He rinses dishes before handing them to me to load the dishwasher. Once it’s full and running, he grabs my wrist before I walk away. My heart stutters as I lean a hip against the counter. He strokes my palm, and my pulse patters against my skin. I hate it and don’t want it to stop.The tension will snap, and I’m unsure whether either of us will recover from the recoil. But this is what it’s been like for days. Weeks. If I were to put a time stamp on it, it would be months. It’s been like this for fucking months between us. This forbidden desire.Raking up and down my body, pinning me with his eyes before his body and caging me. I take in the perfection of his sculpted lips as he drags his tongue across them. “This was great. Tonight. What you did for him. He needed this.” I press my hand to his chest and feel the thunder, then slide it down his rippled torso to rest on his hip. The cotton barrier of his shirt does nothing to hide his angles and curves.Speechless. My mouth is dry, and I can’t inhale deep enough.I want to kiss him. I want him to kiss me, and this is so wrong.But I’m not sure I care.“Thank you.” I manage to squeak out, sounding strangely sultry, surprising myself. “Jareth, I.” Darting over his face, admiring the fine blonde stubble on his strong jaw. No more babyface. This is the face of a man. Swallowing hard. “I want.”His hand skims up my arm and cups the nape of my neck, stroking as he presses his body against me. “You want.” Nudging me. His chest rises in short, shallow rises. The pause loses time as we stand there, no space between us, staring into the oblivion of one another’s eyes and finding something wanton.Honey-rich warmth courses through me. I can’t bear it. His lips brush against my cheek, and something deep inside me blooms. “Kiss.”I clutch his waist, my fingers digging to close the distance when there is nowhere to go. His cock is hard against my stomach, and my mouth waters. “Yes,” I manage, and his mouth is over mine, moving so slowly it doesn’t feel real. His hand slides down, cupping my ass and squeezing my core against him. Grinding back as I part my lips the moment I feel the slickness of his tongue glides along my seam. I take his thrashing deep licks as he tastes every corner of my mouth. Solid and demanding as he lathes. His fingers lace through my hair, and he grips, pulling, forcing my head to angle to him so he can probe his tongue deeper. I take it. I want it. He tastes like fire.My hands roam, feeling the smooth, rounded muscle of his shoulders. Hard yet soft, like other parts, I want to touch and taste. “Yes,” I say with more confidence. Our mouths mash, lips suck and swell, and we become the fever dream. “Ah, Jareth. I want you.” I confess, sucking in a breath, moving my hands to the button of his shorts. “Can I touch you?”He nods, and I let his cock free. Finally, setting my eyes upon the silky skin. It’s fucking beautiful. Thick, long, pulsing. The tip is blush pink like his cheeks. I stroke my thumb over the pooling bead of pre-cum and spread it all around him. After a stuttering inhalation, he lets out a long, low hum. “Fucking Christ. Sky.” He’s never said my name with such raw desire. I feel slick between my legs. “I have this for as long as I can remember. Fuck, baby. Nice and slow.”I wrap my fingers around his taut girth. He’s heavy and smooth. Pumping slowly to his base, I stretch his foreskin back, revealing the rest of his bulbous, glistening head, and if I don’t get it in my mouth soon, I might combust. I lose concentration as his fingers glide up my tank, and he yanks my bralette down to pull out my breast. Cupping, using the pad of his thumb to tease my nipple into an even tighter bud than it already is. I can’t hold back the moan that slips through my lips, and he retakes my mouth.He lifts me on the counter as I continue to stroke his massive length. He pulls down my tank, shoving it and the bralette down; they bunch around my stomach. His breath sears my tender skin as he takes my breast into his mouth one at a time. Tongue flicking, he sucks and tugs with his teeth, and I choke out a gasp. “You have the sexiest tits I’ve ever seen. I want to cum on them.” He says between suckles.I shove my fingers through his thick, dark blonde hair. “Then take me down to your room to make that happen.” It’s out of my mouth before I know what I’m saying. Because I want to make him cum. I want to watch him lose himself and be the one to do it to him.He scoops me into his arms, and I wrap my legs around him, locking my ankles at his back. Jareth’s room is in the back corner of the finished basement. It’s the furthest room from Daddy’s. The last thing he needs to know is what his little girl is about to do to his son. Softly kicking the door shut, he locks it. Our mouths seize the moment to explore, first mine, up and down the ropes of his neck, then him, kissing the hollow of my neck and licking up to my chin, making me giggle between pants. That makes him grin at me as he walks me to his bed.I’m on my knees, wiggling out of my tank and bra. His eyes hunt. He’s a wolf waiting on its prey. I am more than ready to be his feast. But first, he’s mine. I reach for my skirt, and he shakes his head, arching and narrowing his brows. “Not yet. I’ll take care of you in time.”I bite my lip, then tuck my hair behind my ears as I slip my fingers at the hem of his shorts and help him push them down his legs. His cock bounces, stiff and ready to set sail. I grab a pillow, throw it at his feet, and climb off the bed. Arching to look up at him, I grip his throbbing cock and stroke. “I’ve never done this before.” Because I’ve only ever wanted him, I don’t want to do something wrong and hurt him.Gently, his fingers comb through my hair, cupping the side of my head. “Lick me. Base to tip. Suck my balls.” I do as he asks, tasting and smelling his musk, which drives me mad. “That feels amazing. Suck on me. Just do your best not to scrape me with your teeth. That wouldn’t be amazing.” He chuckles, and it relaxes me. “It can get sloppy, and I like that.” I take him in with my eyes before closing in and running my nose along his shaft. He smells musky and like my cucumber soap. I stick out my tongue and drag it along his underside, and he moans from the bellows of his chest. “Fuck. Good, yeah.”More liquid beads from his slit, and I curl it around my tongue as I wrap my lips around his head. His thumb strokes my jaw, keeping his hand on me, guiding me. “I don’t think I can get your whole penis in my mouth.” I shrug. “You’re like, really long.” I want to do this for him the right way. I’ve heard stories and seen videos. But he’s so big.Again, his smile is so fucking sweet. God, I’m going to get a cavity sucking his cock. Fuck, it’ll be worth the filling. “You don’t have to. Just having your mouth on me like this is amazing. When I have to cum I’ll tell you.” I nod and start back at the beginning, sucking each of his shaved balls, taking them both in my mouth and making a wet mess, dragging my tongue up and down before pushing him into my mouth, stretching my lips around his girth. He makes the most delectable sounds, and I’m so wet and turned on as I bob up and down. I start pinching one of my nipples while he plays with the other. One hand stays on my head, fisting my hair now as his hips begin to rock. I moan over his cock, and it turns him on as I hold his gaze. I try to take him deeper and deeper until I gag, choking myself. Tears spring in my eyes, but the look of pleasure on his face is intense, and I do it again and again. Gagging and gurgling over his cock, making it sloppy wet. Thick saliva drips down my chin and chest. He’s moaning louder, and I feel him become rock-hard in my hand. “Oh yeah. Yes, baby. Make me cum. Baby… gonna cum,” he squeaks out, waiting until the very last second before pulling out with a loud wet pop.The first hard spurt of cum streaks across my face and tongue, and then the second closely follows. He grabs his cock and aims it at my tits, and the rest of his load paints me. I never knew so much cum could come out of a person. I feel wicked as I look up at him, smiling, and he’s sucking for air, looking like his knees are ready to buckle. He helps me to my feet before we both sit on the end of his bed. He stares at my tits for the longest time, looking like he’s laid claim to the ultimate prize. He draws through the streaks, rubbing it into my skin before cupping my face and pushing me back onto the bed, kissing me deep, tasting himself in my mouth.Hovering at first, he settles his body over mine, his hips and semi-hard cock nestling between my legs. A wicked smile softens his features. “You feel wet and hot. May I?”“Yes. Yes, Jareth.”My eyes roll back, and heat blooms as he licks up some of his cum, taking my nipple in his mouth and sucking hard as his fingers glide up my thigh pushing up my skirt and cupping my soaking mound, rubbing in small tight circles. “Time to reciprocate,” he says as if he’s ready to take all night to please me if he has to.I used to think it was strange that he devoured romance novels as if it was a way for him to pick up girls from dance class. Now, I feel like he’d been using it as research. He knows his way around my body better than I do.His mouth is wet and warm. “Touch me.” Shaking with anticipation. “Please.”
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I realize it’s Daddy’s birthday, but I think the ones getting the best gift tonight are Jareth and me. The feel of his cum on my skin has an assortment of particular naughty thoughts running through me. Now I smell of him. Of him. On me. God, this is amazing.Dragging his mouth and tongue across my skin, he leaves a path, hitching my breath. “I want to touch every part of you. Taste you. Make you shudder and break. I want you so fucking bad, Sky.” Jareth eyes are hazy but unfulfilled. My blowjob was not enough for either of us to sate our desires or curiosity. His words worm their way deep, and all I have in return is raw wanting. “I don’t care if this is wrong; everything with you feels right. Fuck I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”He's vindicating my thoughts and feelings. I brush my fingers through his thick hair. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything.” Biting my lip, looking away, his gaze too intense. But it’s because I’m embarrassed more than anything. “I’m a virgin, Jareth. I, I’ve never had sex.”I’ve kissed a few boys, been fingered a few times, touched some unsubstantial dicks, but that was before I started to have feelings for him. I denied myself the comfort of anyone else because all I wanted was him.His fingers curl around the band of my panties and skirt, pulling them off and tossing them casually away as if I won’t be needing them again for quite some time. On his knees, raking his gaze from mouth to breasts to pussy. His breathing looks controlled as he takes my foot, lifts it, and kisses my arch before sucking on my big toe. It tickles and is amazingly erotic, swirling his tongue around. Supplanting kisses, wet and warm against my ankle, calf, and knee, onto the sensitive part of my thigh as he fans and grips, pressing me wide. I’m acutely aware of how exposed I am as he stares at my pussy. “I am, too. I’ve been waiting for you. Always wanted it to be you.”His nose grazes up one thick lip and then down the other. He inhales deeply as he grips tighter and pushes my legs as wide as possible. I’ve never been more thankful for my flexibility. “Jareth. Fuck.” I groan as his hot breath envelops my folds. He flicks his tongue at my perineum, then drags upward to my apex with a long, wide slurp. Shaking at the thrilling sensation, understanding blooms that it will barely take him anything to make me cum. Lapping his long tongue, his mouth is a fever dream of ecstasy. Dipping and probing, flicking and sucking. He builds a ravishing need in me. I’m too sensitive. My belly twists, my whines ramping higher, and the feel of his hands pinning me to the bed, preventing my seeking hips, increases the pleasure tenfold. I never knew how much I wanted to be controlled and used. I burst with a roaring gasp, a burst of bright white fill the backs of my eyelids. My entire body pulses with hungry, aching waves, crashing me into pins and needles of ecstasy.Pulling his hair at the roots, riding through the convulsions as he sucks my clit harder to draw out the wave of glorious pleasure. Gasping for air, my lungs claw for control.“Fucking beautiful. You are so gorgeous when you cum.” He murmurs something else, but it’s hard to hear anything over the blood pulsing in my ears.He slides his hands up my body, groping gently. What I want most is happening as he presses his bare skin to mine—pinning me down with his massive weight. All my softest parts nestle into the planes and edges of his muscles, and I’ve never felt anything more perfect. I feel the hard pulse of him trapped between our bodies.Caging my head between a hand and elbow, he explores the gentle arch of my neck with the tip of his nose and lips. This is more. He is more than I could ever have imagined.I expected him to rapture and use me for his needs and whims. Instead, he’s savoring me in the most generous way possible, seducing my mind, body, and soul.“I want to feel you inside me,” I whisper against his ear before savoring the demand of his kiss that traverses deep to soft and everything in between. Exploring.Nuzzling my neck, dragging teeth, he nips and bites, and it turns my core into a factory of arousal. “Then it’s good I want to be inside you.” He angles his hips, holding his cock, rubbing along my swollen labia. It’s a lightning rod meant to melt me, and I roll against his heat. He slides along my seam, wetting his length, and we moan as he catches my entrance. “You’re so fucking wet, Sky. I love it. I love your pussy so fucking much.”He pushes in slowly, stretching my entrance to take his broad head.I gasp, “Jareth.” Grabbing his hips, tugging, and he penetrates further, his entire head sits inside me. It’s a pleasurable burn. His eyes squeeze shut, jutting his head back as his hips gently drive. My nails dig into his back as he breaks the barrier between lives. I no longer straddle innocence as he tears into my womanhood. I welcome him with open arms.Gulping for air, he pulls out to his tip and thrusts with a growl, sounding as if he’s being raked over coals. I’ve never loved pain. But this. The pain of my body being forced to take his thick length is the best kind of rapture. On the third full stroke, he knocks the breath out of me, and pain amalgamates into the most gorgeous sensation.Jareth’s body curves into a pure, taut muscular C as he sits deep, sheathing to his base, giving me every inch of him. Gritting through a gasp. “Oh, Sky, fuck. Fuuuck. I’m not going to last, baby.”Our eyes lock. “Big,” I pant.“Tight.” He draws back and forth, and the splendor emerges in a long, drawn-out groan. “And wet and hot.”I smile, lost in the utter sensation of drowning. My anguish to feel more digs at my fingertips. “Not big. Fuck. Massive. Your cock, Jareth. Oh god, your cock. I’m so fucking full. You feel so fucking good.”The next thrust, I pray my cries can’t be heard up two floors. If Daddy is awake, he’ll know. But I don’t want to stop. I can’t. I won’t.“Ah fuck, Sky. You’re so mother fucking tight, baby. Next time will be better, I swear.” Pressing his forehead to mine, our lips grazing, tongues lobbying for control.His thick cock hits something inside me again and again, and I nearly spasm. “There. Yes.” I’m remarkably close to coming again. “Don’t stop.” I beg in wet gasps. “Don’t. Stop.” He’s touching every part of me, and the friction is a powder keg. His grunts entice me, and I’m on the edge of something sublime.Faster and harder, he rams, and I don’t know who falls first. He roars low as my entire body clutches and squeezes. “FUCK.” Driving his hips, I feel the bursting pulse as he begins to fill me. “Milk me, baby. Milk that cock,” he pants frantically. “Mmm, yes. So good.” I cling to him as he pumps. His mouth finds mine again, and I’m lost in darkness. It’s magical. As if we were back camping earlier in the summer, sitting in the long grasses of the dark field surrounded by lightning bugs.I remember him pulling me into his lap, resting my head on his shoulder as we looked up into the starry sky. Every time he wanted to say anything to me, he’d press his lips to my ear, and I refused to acknowledge his desire pressing against my back. But I coveted it. Now, I have it, and I’m never letting go.There’s an abrupt vacancy as he pulls out of me. I feel awkward and empty, but it doesn’t last as he kneels back, looking at me and rubbing my legs. He leaves to grab a wet washcloth and cleans me up while pressing kisses to my thighs. “Sleep with me tonight. I want you in my bed.”“Jareth.” I shake my head. “Daddy wakes early. If I’m not in my room and he finds me here.”He cuts me off with a smirk I don’t understand. “Daddy won’t care. Trust me.” He says confidently as he strips down the bed. Questioning his statement gets lost as I stare at the stains of our mixed fluids wetting the bedsheets. My blood, more than I thought there would be mixed with all our cum. Unbridled pleasure courses through me. I’m getting off on the taboo line we’ve crossed. I'm ready to do it all over again. I watch him throw the sheets in the wash and help remake the bed.“Jareth?” I rake my hair, playing with the ends. “Thank you for not freaking out on me or making me feel like this was wrong. Upstairs, I thought.” I shrug, confused by my thoughts. “I don’t know what I would have done if you rejected my advance.”He casts his eyes away, thinking. Then he shackles my wrist with his fingers, pulling me into his lap, tracing the tip of his nose along my collarbone. My flesh sizzles. “Sky, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this. I prayed so hard for this. I’m finally rewarded. And we’re consenting adults. Nothing else matters, baby.”“I’m not on birth control. I should said something, but I.”“I’ll pick you up a morning-after pill. But I loved being in you bare, Sky. You feel amazing. Your heat surrounding my cock. The feel of filling your tight little channel with my cum.” Sharply inhaling like he’s devouring the memory. “God, it was exquisite.” I flood with arousal, his words nudging my desires. “Will you go on birth control for me? So I can always feel that?”I nod as he sucks and nips my flesh. His strong fingers squeeze my hips and stroke my back.“What about Daddy? He’s going to find out, Jareth.” I blush, my smile timid. “I can’t hide how I feel about you.”“You won’t have to.” Cupping my chin, his kiss is a promise. I still furrow my brow at him. “He knows how I feel about you. How I’ve felt for a long time.” My chin rests in his palms. “I told him months ago. I don’t want to tell you why, not now. But he knows.” There’s a hard bob as he swallows. “He asked me to wait. Maybe to see if I would grow out or away from these feelings, but they only grew stronger. And he knows we care about each other. We needed to make this decision together. And we have. We are.”Shock is too light a word for this bomb. My eyes are saucers, and confusion makes it hard to focus. I try to say something but can’t.“Baby, it’ll all work out. Trust me.” Hoisting me up and kissing me, he drags me to the shower.Once we’re done cleaning up, Jareth draws me close, throwing blankets over us. Nestling our naked bodies, his arm draped around my waist, we drift off. Sometime during the night, I wake to the gentle rubbing of his cock against my ass, kissing my shoulder, and groping my breasts. Pinching and twisting my nipples. My belly warms, and my core slicks as I press my ass against his length, letting him slide between my cheeks. Reaching back, sliding my fingers through the nape of his hair, holding his suckling mouth to my neck. “I love waking like this.” I know he can hear the smile in my voice.His throat is rough with sleep. “I’m so hard for you. I want to fuck your little hole. Not now, but soon.” I had never thought about it before, but I want the feeling of where he’s nestled, too. I want to try everything with him. I want him to fill me everywhere.I imagine all of it. Being held down. Filled. Filled everywhere. A flash of him beneath me and Daddy behind me, holding my back to his chest, thrusting together. My heart races, and I moan at the fantasy. Because Daddy knows, he knows Jareth has wanted me. He knows. He. Knows. Maybe that means he wants me too. There have been so many times that I’ve caught him watching me. I see them in a new light.I hum, stroking the thick pulse at his corded neck. “I’ll do anything you want.” I twist and roll, pushing him onto his back and straddling his perfectly tapered waist. Trapping his cock against my folds, I slide up and down his length. His eyes roll back, he groans, and I smile. “You like that, baby?” I’m done with pretense. The darkness emboldens my desire. “You like the feel of your sister’s pussy caressing your thick, hard cock?” I watch his lips twitch and fall apart. Greedy fingers dig into my hips, guiding me. “I want your cum in me, Jareth. Your thick. Hot. Delicious cum.” I draw the words out slowly as I continue to glaze his erection with my need. Rocking forward, lifting my hips as I catch his tip, sliding around him. Whining, “Oh, fuck.” The stretch of his thick head stretches my sore, sensitive skin as I take him slowly, working my body up and down, struggling to take every inch.“Need help, baby? It’s going to take some time getting used to me inside you.” His hands squeeze my hips as I slowly roll. I nod, and he spits on his fingers, then rubs my clit. I groan, pinning him down with my hungry gaze, my hands braced against his chest. My head drops forward, hair curtaining my face, rolling and riding his fantastic length.He pushes it all back, tucking it behind my ears, gliding his hand down, stroking over my nipples. “I want to watch you cum.” I rock as he finds my trigger with ease, and the moment I release, he thrusts up as I sink to his hilt with a thundering gasp. He fills my body with every sultry inch. His hands roam, pulling my nipples into his mouth, sucking me hard. Holding me tight, he penetrates without forgiveness. I become nothing but a sharp, continuous pant, whining and mewling for him to never stop.Jareth’s grunts are hard and hot as I claw for him. “More. Deeper. Harder. Harder.”Rolling us over, he pins my legs back, hands gripping the backs of my knees, pounding and driving. I forget everything: where I am, who I am. Who can hear our fornication. The louder I cry, the harder he fucks. Pulling out to his generous tip and smashing deep with brutal force. “You like it hard, baby?”“Yes,” I plead. “Oh god, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, Jareth. Please. I want it from my brother. Give it to me.” He does and more. Beads of sweat roll down his threaded muscles. I clutch at the sheets, moaning his name as white sparks my vision.I’ve barely regained myself when he growls, pulling out of me. “Hands and knees. Now.” He sits back, chest heaving, cock glistening, and I don’t pass up the opportunity to put him in my mouth first. His hands wrap around my hair, and he fucks my mouth. Feeling the incredible flex and contraction of his muscles as he pumps. “I’m going to make you learn to deep-throat my cock. I’m going to cum straight into your throat. It’ll be so good, Sky. You’ll beg to suck my dick.”He pulls back when I gag, and his cock springs out with a pop. He smacks my ass, and I shake it for him, giggling, so he slaps the other cheek. The sting feels incredible. Lining himself up, stroking my seam with his head, he thrusts, and the change in position rockets me. Bracing my hand against the wall, my pants are straight-up cries of animal pleasure as he slaps our cores together—a wet, loud mash of lust.We are so past any point of return—feral animals rutting, feeling only the thrill.Jareth is more virile than I imagined. I glance back, licking my lips. My lids hood with pleasure as he lets a glob of saliva drop from his mouth straight onto my asshole. He spreads it around, and a new sensation of pleasure rails through my veins. It’s a punctuation of heightened pleasure. “I knew you’d like that.” He adds more, and then I feel the pressure as he pushes a long, nimble digit inside. I whine as I feel a burn straight to the tips of my ears. “Two fingers, baby. All your holes are so fucking tight. I love it.” Gushing pleasure rages my body as another orgasm hits, cascading through me.His grunts grow harder and louder. “Give it to me. Give me that cock. Yes, Jareth. Yes.” I whimper as I feel him turn into steel. A swollen pulse sends shivers through me as his streams of cum send me into another orgasm. My pussy milks his groaning spurts. He pulls out, catches the thick drip of his seed, and pushes back into me. Long, lazy strokes, pumping until he’s dry.“Stay.” He growls through hard exhales and smacks my ass with a thwap. I want to crumple onto the bed but don’t move. Shock jolts me, and I yelp. His mouth is covering my pussy, tongue delving deep, sweeping. He wraps his arm around my waist, hauling me against his face as he slurps his cum out of me. I strain against another orgasm as he gently circles and pinches my clit between his fingers. Whimpering into a sensitive, quaking mess as he lays waste claim to my body.I collapse onto the mattress, and he drags me against his body, curling around me.Exhausted.Sleep.
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JARETHI wake half sprawled across the bed, half cuddling a soft, warm body. Sky. It wasn’t a dream, and I’m throbbing to be inside of her. I tug a couple of hard strokes to try and get some relief.Inhaling her intoxicating scent, I’ve loved her my entire life. We shared a womb, and now we can freely share our bodies and hearts. I glance at the clock on the wall. There’s plenty of time to leave her thinking of me for the rest of the day before I leave for work.Her pale, freckled skin glows in the dim light as her long strawberry locks cascade across my pillow. The crisp air has tightened her nipples into perfect pink peaks that match her blush areolas. Sucking on those firm breasts for the first time last night nearly made me cum on the spot. Her breasts are fleshy and heavy, and I want to fuck them and cum all over her pouty face. It's a long-term fantasy that’s cemented in my brain. Pulling the sheet down, drinking in her flawless body, she stretches against me, and the vibration hardens my cock to a painful degree. Her flesh is warm as I trail down her back to rub her tight ass. Her lithe frame is honed perfection. Strong yet purely feminine in curves where I like. I’ve nutted more times to countless fantasies of her than anyone else since my first hard-on. Watching her sleep in the bed next to mine, the first time I jerked off, spilling all over my stomach, I knew then I was a lost cause.Guilt has plagued me year after fucking year. I figured something had to be wrong with me to have these feelings for my sister. Fuck, no, not my sister. My twin sister.I press my lips to her hip and trail kisses up to her mouth, stopping mid-way to caress her perfect breast. Her blonde lashes flutter before her bright green eyes smile. “Good morning,” sleep coats her throat, and she sighs, stroking her hand up my chest. I roll her on her back, spreading her legs with my thighs, needing her to feel how rock-hard I am. Her eyebrows skim her hairline. “Well, well. A very good morning.” She’s slick as I coat my length against her. Sliding into her will be heaven.Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I tongue her nipples, drawing them into my mouth, sucking, and making her whine into a perfect bow. It’s sexy as fuck. Gripping my cock, I rub my broad head against her swollen labia pressing it against clit. She might be sore, but I want her to feel the pain. Feel me. She needs to know that she’s always belonged to me. Mine to play, fuck, tease, all of it. She feels so fucking good wrapped around my dick. “Good morning, my sweet, sexy sister.” I kiss across her chest. “I know you’re sore, baby. But I want to fuck you. Please, Sky?” Unabashedly pleading with her.She arches again with a moan, her hands gliding up and down my chest and arms. “Why are you even asking?” Her hips lift as she slides a tantalizing tongue along her teeth. “I’m already in love with my brother’s big juicy cock. The least he could do is use it on me properly.”I watch her face as I thrust, jarring her into my mattress, filling her tight little pussy with all my thick, ten inches. She cries out in a pantomime of pleasure. I could swallow it behind a kiss. Hide it. But I won’t. No. I want Daddy to hear us. I want him to get turned on and hard listening to her moans, knowing that his perfectly obedient son is fucking his precious daughter.Grunting, I use my entire body to burrow deep straight into her womb. “Can. You. Cum.” My words stutter as I rail. Her pussy is hot and creamy in seconds, and the juice loudly smacks between our bodies. It’s so fucking hot. Watching her porcelain mounds jiggle and bounce. Her blush lips shape into a wide OH, wailing louder and louder as I drive the air from her lungs. She may have been better than me at most things in life, but I will dominate her body in every way when it comes fucking her. “Need.” Gasping, I grunt with lust. “Tight. Sweet. Cunt. Cum on me, baby. Cum for your brother. Cum all over brother’s cock!” Every word is a sharp staccato, my hips jackhammering.I’m desperate to make her cum. My gorgeous, bold, soft-hearted sister deserves to always cum before me. My lips hover against hers as we share and fight for air as I change the angle of my thrusts, giving her what she needs. She gasps, and I moan as her fingernails dig into my ass, breaking skin as she unleashes a groan of wild gratification. The thunder in my chest rolls through my body as pins and needles ripple from my toes, curling them. My balls draw up, and the first shot of cum explodes out of me as her pussy vises around my cock. I lurch my hips, driving us to wave after wave of pleasure. A long moan vibrates through me as I fill her with my essence.Collapsing to my elbows, my cock twitching and pulsing. Rocking my hips with long, lazy strokes as she recovers. I never go entirely soft. With Sky, I’m a walking hard-on. I won’t leave her warmth until she needs or asks me to. I can get hard again inside her and keep this up until she passes out. Whispering behind a light chuckle, “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, Sky.” I’m bewildered by her hold on me. I admired her before but now, hot damn. She’s showing me her vulnerability.“Well, if Daddy didn’t have any suspicion before, he certainly does now.” I chuckle with a tiny wink.Her hands stroke my sides, resting on my hips. “Why do you say that?” Her brows tighten with worry. She doesn’t understand that he knows how I’ve wanted her in my bed. And he’s never told me I couldn’t get her here. Fuck, I think he’s wanted her in his bed, too. But she could only be here under no duress or coercion. She had to come to me. She had to be the one to offer herself. To open the door to what comes next.I kiss the ragged pulse in her throat. “Because it’s nearly ten, Sky. He’s certainly awake and probably making us breakfast like he always does on Saturdays.” My eyes crinkle with my smile, stroking her cheek with the backs of my fingers. “I’m going to take a quick shower and get ready for work. I’ll stop at the pharmacy for you on my way home.”Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking, arms clinging to my neck. “I want to shower with you.” Smiling into a kiss, of course, I comply with her request. The woman weighs nothing to me.Daddy is making breakfast, sipping at a mug of what smells like freshly brewed coffee, and flipping pancakes. He doesn’t even turn around, pointing to the table with the spatula. “Poured you one. Sit and eat because you are not running out of here before we talk, kid.” His tone is direct. More serious than I expected. I drop my bag by the door and sit. “Where´s Sky right now, Jareth?”I could risk being snarky and ask, where does he think? But I know better. It takes a lot to get Daddy upset. I’ve crossed the line before, and my ass took a beating for it. Of course, now I like getting a paddle to the ass, and he knows it. That’s why he doles out my ‘punishments’ accordingly. I’m sure I’ll get one for this.He rolls his neck like a boxer before getting in the ring. It’s his signature tell before every serious conversation we've ever had. Maybe it’s because he was one. The man still finds the time to work out at the local gym three times a week, keeping up as a trainer on the side for a few kids on top of his day job as an investor and day trader. It’s the same way he acted when I told him that I was in love with Sky when he caught me jerking off to videos I’d taken of her. He didn’t handle it like a typical father. I expected a brutal beating and to get kicked out of the house for being a sick, deranged fuck. Instead, he told me to knock it off with the videos because it invaded her privacy. He lorded over me as we deleted everything. Then he told me to be patient.“I understand the intense urges, Jareth. Sky is a beautiful, delicate creature.” He said that afternoon. Then, I learned more about our father in five minutes than in years of spending time with him.I look him in the eye, clearing my throat. He expects honesty. “She’s in the shower.” I enjoy the flavor of the coffee, taking my first sips. He always buys the best, making it with painstaking patience with a pour-over system.“So,” he sighs, placing a full plate of pancakes and bacon on the table. “She shares your feelings? Your intentions are now aligned?”I swallow hard, and he follows the bob of my throat as I wearily meet his gaze. Raking my hair back, I find it hard to speak. He sits, covering my hand with his. Out of nowhere, my emotions run amok, and it’s embarrassing as fuck. A culmination of pent-up emotion, I swipe at unexpected tears, trying to break free as I close my eyes and search the heavens for an answer. Elation. Joy. Pain. Guilt. All of it is balling into a knot. I nod, sharply inhaling to center myself and exhaling shakily.“Jareth, when you told me how you felt, I said that if anything happened, it had to be consensual, and she had to feel the same way. I’m not judging you, son. Your sister is fucking beautiful, smart, and you have a deep bond. I love you, and that will never change.” As I’ve always known, his reaction reveals how we are not a typical family. He’s so fucking calm and looks at me with warmth and understanding. “From everything I heard, it seems you followed my rules. But I want to hear it from you before I ask her the same question.” I nod at him again. “Sky consented? You never coerced her or forced her? Not even a little?”I shake my head with fierce resolve. “Never, Daddy. I swear on Mama’s grave.” He pats my hand and nods. I need to take a few bites of pancake before settling comfortably. Waiting for me to explain, I simplify it for him. “Yesterday we, the whole day, it’s like we were circling each other. After you went to bed, I told her how I felt. Everything between us was just so intense. She admitted to feeling the same—neither of us planned it. I just wanted to kiss her, feel her against me, hold her, you know? She smelled so good and felt so good. And then.” My cheeks burn, and I feel the flush climb at my nape. “She sucked my cock. I didn’t ask her to. She wanted to. And I wasn’t going to stop her knowing how good it would feel.” I admit defensively.His brows rise, nodding his head, “And?” He wants details. Of course he does, the wicked perv I know he is, chuckling. I love this side of him.I shrug, glancing toward the stairs to the basement where Sky is still getting ready. “And then I reciprocated.”His fingers stroke the back of my hand. “What did she taste like?”“Sweet, tangy honey. But not thick like honey. Unlike anything I’ve ever tasted. And she wanted me. I wanted her.” I shake my head, and my hands are expressive.He licks his lips before drinking from his mug. “Talk me through it, son.”I think about her pretty pussy stretching around me. “Fuck, Daddy, it was the best feeling in the world. She was so tight. It felt like an angel’s embrace. She was so sexy the way she took my cock. All of it. And I don’t think I can ever go back to not having her.” I grin. “Fuck, Daddy. She’s amazing in every way.” Raking my hair.Watching me over his mug, he twists his lips, partially satisfied. His fingers tap the table. I know he’s getting turned on, and I don’t blame him. “She bleed for you? Still a virgin?”I nod, and his eyes brighten as I say, “Covered my cock, all over the bed. A lot.” I grab another two cakes from the serving plate and cover them with syrup. “No other cock has ever touched her, Daddy. I was her first. And she was mine.”Praise coats his throat, “Good. I’m glad it was you, Jareth. No one else deserved that precious gift. You’ve been a perfect son to me and brother to her.”His dark brows arch at me, and I shrug. “Jareth, don’t lie.”I shake my head. “Not sex. Yes, I’ve had a couple of blowjobs and hand jobs. But that was my first time. Penetrating.” My heart races. “I was as gentle as possible with her, Daddy, I swear. I never hurt her. Never forced her.”He cups my jaw, stroking my chin, dragging his thumb across my bottom lip. “You’re such a good boy. Always respect her. Don’t ever force her. Sometimes, she’ll like a good long cuddle, and that’s okay. Understand?” He continues as I devour my food, nodding as I meet his eye. After last night, I realized I’m ravenous for calories.He manages a sly smile, combing back his dark blonde hair and scratching at his stubble curiously. “Is she shaved and bare, or do all her pretty strawberry curls cover her pussy?”I close my eyes and bite my lip. “Sweet, pink, bare petal lips, Daddy. She keeps a small patch of trimmed strawberry curls right above her little hooded clit. And she loves getting sucked there. Moans loud. Her clit is big, and when she’s aroused, fuck, it gets hard. And I told you,” I add excitedly, “she tastes so fucking sweet on the tongue. I nearly cum in my pants, eating her out. Thick fucking lips, and she gets so wet.” Pouring more OJ, I glance out the window to see rain spattering the windows. I turn back. I hesitate to add but do because he’ll ferret the truth from me. “She’s been keeping up with grooming like that for some time. All the girls on her volleyball team.” I shrug. “I found out when her friend Janey stayed for our birthday.” Daddy clicks his tongue, looking like he’s dreaming about twelve shaved pussies lined up in a row for him to feast on. I can’t blame him.Sky’s friend Janey looks like Sky. So, that night, we played a little doctor and had a show and tell. Of course, when I came all over Janey’s face saying Sky’s name, she freaked out and called me a nasty perv. But I let her ride my fingers until she came, so she never said anything to anyone.“What are you doing about protection?” I don’t say anything, averting his gaze. “Don’t get that sweet little girl of mine pregnant, Jareth.” His eyes narrow, and the corners of his mouth draw down. “I mean it, son. She’s not ready for that, and neither are you. Fucking Christ, you irresponsible shit.”My shoulders roll forward, and I hang my head a moment. “I’m getting her a morning-after pill. I don’t have any condoms. I asked about birth control, and she told me in the shower that she could go to the clinic and get started on something. I’ll get condoms today.” I feel his anger simmer. “I understand the consequences, Daddy. I hated the idea of not being able to feel her.” I hold up my hand to stop him from interrupting me again. “I know, I know I have to be responsible. And I will. We will. I’m sorry.”“I was impulsive at your age. How do you think I ended up with you two?” He juts his chin toward the stairs. “I got a box up in my room. Just leave me a few, just in case.” I stare at him as he shrugs his shoulders. “What? Just because I don’t bring any of them home doesn’t mean your Daddy isn’t getting laid. I’m a widower, Jareth. I’m not dead. Besides, my cock is too pretty to be retired.” He winks, and I snort a tiny exhale. Patting me on the shoulders, he messes my hair up, then exhales long and slow through his nose. “Fuck. My boy is finally a man. Finally. And with my sweet little girl, no less. I’m proud of you.” He squeezes my shoulder, staring down at me. Slowly, his fingers dig and massage into my muscles. It feels nice. Daddy has always taken care of us. He leans close, his voice low. “How receptive do you think she’d be in tasting her Daddy’s cock? Should I give her a bit of attention?”I choke on my coffee, and he smacks my back a few times. “Daddy?” My shock is evident. I figured he was interested but didn’t expect him to admit it.“Did I stutter? It’s a simple question.” His eyes are clear as day and dead serious, his thumb stroking my throat gently. “Maybe both of you? I know you’ve been thinking about it, Jareth. And I’d love the attention.” He freely admits. “I figure it doesn’t hurt to ask. We are all consenting adults, after all.”My brain is short-circuiting as fantasies galore give me a massive erection.“Morning.” We both turn to see Sky standing shyly in the doorway. Her hair is wet, soaking through my t-shirt, keeping her nipples hard. I’m not sure if she’s wearing any panties because none of her laundry was downstairs, and her pair from last night are probably lost under my couch or something once I flung them off her body. Timidly, she steps into the kitchen. “Thank you for making breakfast, Daddy.” She wraps her arms around his toned frame, pressing those glorious breasts of hers against his chest. Batting her lashes, she arches her neck to look up at him. “What are two talking about?” She bites her lip, and I want to suck on it all afternoon.Daddy chuffs her nose and smiles. “You, my beautiful woman. You.”
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4JOHNI am not a good man. No matter what fairytales I tell myself, my desires and what I’ve been doing and wanting for the past year tick a box in the sick, twisted, and perverted column. But I can’t help myself. I’m tragically flawed, and I don’t give a shit.Sky is continuously stroking a plait of her hair to keep her fingers occupied. She’s glowing and more beautiful than her mother ever was, and that’s saying something. I daydream about her in all the most inappropriate ways, but I’m past feeling guilty about it. The day Jareth confessed how he felt, I wanted nothing more than to encourage him to take what rightfully belonged to him. But he’s young, and I couldn’t trust him to know the difference between take and force. Jareth is still malleable. Parts of him are timid, unlike me. I love that about him. And I love that they’ve blossomed together into beautiful young adults with desires as dark as mine.It’s been an agonizing wait for this to come to fruition finally. Watching their poorly hidden flirtations and acting aloof to them has been frustrating as hell. I finally can turn us into the family I’ve dreamed of since I was eighteen.I pull out a chair at the table, smiling sweetly as she slips away from our hug. “Good morning, baby girl. You look rested.” And ravaged. No hiding that intoxicated after-sex look still on her face. Jareth fucked her good and hard. Last night, I came down for a drink only to hear the sensual, passionate moans of them fucking. It was deafening, with the headboard slamming into the wall with a wicked rhythm. I fisted my cock to it, imagining it was them sucking me off together.I kiss her crown as she sits. Her hair is wet and smells of apricots, and she makes a little uncertain noise. “You aren’t…mad, are you Daddy?”Fuck that. I never want them to feel ashamed. I pull her to her feet and hold her tight. Her scraping nipples scratch my chest through her wet, flimsy shirt. The thought of laying her out on the table and feasting and suckling on her as I fill her with my cock. Cupping her chin, I force her eyes to mine. She’s afraid of my disappointment. I lower my voice, stern but gentle. “Look at me, Skylar Vanessa Kline.” Thumb stroking her soft jaw, brushing my lips against her ear. Feeling the shock, hesitation, and curiosity takes shape as Jareth watches. Letting my fingers find her bare ass, tugging her against me. “I love that your first time was with Jareth. And I loved listening to you cry out his name.” Searching her eyes, her tongue darts and drags it across her bottom lip. Keeping my voice light and calm, the tinge of darkness shadowing the edges. I squeeze her ass, and it’s tight and ripe. Soft. “Did you want it, Sky? Did you ask your brother to fill your virgin pussy? Did you beg for his big cock to fuck you like a good little girl?”I won’t hide what I want. Her chest rises with shallow pants, my words burrowing into her core. Shifting awkwardly against my long ridge, I can feel she’s wet. Her eyes flash. She’s so receptive. Eager to please. “Yes, Daddy. I’ve wanted it for a long time.” Already sounding out of breath, trembling from nerves.She softens against me, and I see the glistening spark she shares with Jareth. “Good girl. I made you breakfast, and it’s getting cold, so kiss your brother before he leaves. Leave that sweet apricot taste on his tongue to give him a reason to get home quick.”Heat flushes her cheeks. “Yes, Daddy.”Jareth is near grinning after taking care of his dirty dishes. He cages her body with his against the counter, whispering something that makes her cheeks brighten—leaning against the counter with my hip, enjoying the sight of him using his tongue to open, sweeping deep into her mouth. Her full lips give in to his control as he palms the back of her head and her ass, grinding their cores together. She’s puddy in his capable hands. “Hey.” I motion to Jareth before he grabs his bag. Moving to him, I cup his freshly shaven jaw, stroking the strong line of his perfect bone structure, drawing my fingers down his chest. “Come home ready to play, son.”The energy shifts, palpable and hot. His mouth is soft against mine. Just a tiny taste and glide against his lathing tongue. “I’ll be home by six, Daddy.” He says as his fingers dance against the ridges of my stomach. His voice is low, put out by having to leave. “I told her to keep an open mind.”“Enjoy your day.” After he departs, I lean against the counter and encourage Sky to eat while I finish my coffee.I clear my throat once I know that she’s stewed enough in her thoughts. “I wasn’t lying before. I’m happy you and Jareth have chosen this. And you know, you’ll always be my little girl, Sky. Always. I want you to know that being in love with Jareth isn’t wrong. Never feel shame for those desires. Never feel ashamed about any of your desires.” She shifts, directing attention to me, pulling her smooth leg against her chest and resting her chin on her knee. She is breathtakingly beautiful. Her freckles create constellations across her cheeks, full light pink lips and bright green eyes, just like her mama’s. “I had a sister I loved, too.”“What?” Blinking, she frowns.I nod, looking away for the span of a breath. It’s been a long time since I’ve talked about her. “Yes. And I loved her from the depths of my soul. As you love Jareth.” I take my time. The emotions are still raw after all these years. “Cate and I consummated our love, like you did last night. She was mine, and I was hers. I didn’t think anything bad could ever happen. But I wasn’t smart about protecting her and got her pregnant. My father was furious when he found out—and tried to kick her out of the house. He told her that she could be someone else's problem and go be with the loser who knocked her up. She stood her ground. But then he laid hands on her, and I let it slip that the baby was mine. We loved each other, and we would be a family.“He beat me. Severely. That's where this scar comes from.” I point to the line along my jaw. “He refused to understand, and instead of letting us leave so we could keep our child, he forced her to get an abortion. But he didn’t take her to a clinic; instead, he took her to his so-called friend. Those monsters didn’t just kill my child, your sibling, but they killed Cate, too. She bled to death. Our father said good riddance and kicked me out anyway.”Sky wipes her cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Daddy. That’s awful.”I see her sweet, empathetic heart, exposing the ease of her emotions so willingly. “I’m telling you this because I want you to understand me and know that’s why I’ll never deny you and Jareth. You deserve that love. But I implore you to be careful. There are too many people like my father in the world, Sky. They won’t understand it. Us. Our family. None of it.”Her eyes glisten as she walks to me. Knuckling her chin, I meet her soft gaze. “I love you, Sky. Not the same as Jareth, but much more than I should. I have desires and feelings that I’ve held back from both of you.” She nods, blinking up at me, searching my face. Her fingers flex against my chest, and I want to feel what he’s felt because I’m selfish.“Oh, baby girl. Jareth told me being inside you was like being with an angel. Tell your Daddy, sweetheart. Were you an angel when you let your brother slide his thick cock between your legs?” I trace my hand down the gentle curve of her hip, pushing the borrowed shirt up and cupping her tender mound. She’s so slick with heat that I hear my fingers as I slide through her folds.For me? Jareth? Both of us. What’s important is that she’s not pulling away. Hasn’t even flinched once from my greedy hands. Yes. She wants this. Wants to feel her Daddy like her brother felt her.Tiny gasps fall from her lips as she leans into my touch. She’s hot and wanton with her freshly broken in pussy. My cock is thick and hard, my chest thudding. I drag my fingers through her heat, back and forth. “Tell your Daddy, Sky. When your brother came deep inside of this wet cunt were you a good angel?” Savoring the words on my tongue, she stares at my mouth, her lids heavy, drunk on my touch. “Did you enjoy taking your brother’s big, thick dick? Did it hurt when he broke that tender flesh and fucked until you came?”She nods, fighting to swallow. “Yes, Daddy.” Her breath is ragged as I circle my fingers, rubbing her pussy lips, drenching my fingers. I push my finger in deep, and she sucks in a whimper, rolling her hips. “Daddy.” It’s not a question. My little girl wants more.“Fucking wet and hot. Still full of Jareth’s cum?” Gripping the nape of her neck, stroking her pulse. “You like Daddy touching you like this?”She nods, lustful eyes lock on mine.“Say it,” I command with a hush, curling my finger just enough to elicit a moan from her. “You want Daddy to keep touching you?” Her channel is amazingly tight. “Just. Like. This.”“Yes, Daddy. I. Mmngh. I like being touched by you. I want to be touched by you both.”She clenches as I add a second finger, stroking her slowly. Pulling her closer, cupping her backside as I move faster, the heel of my hand pressing and rubbing her clit. Jareth wasn’t kidding about how swollen it gets when she’s turned on. I can’t wait to suck on it. Her eyes are locked on me, wild and desperate to please.God, it’s so easy with her.Jareth did more than take her flower. He took her seeds, watered her, and brought her into the sun to bloom into something hearty and vibrant. “Cum for Daddy. Let me feel it, baby girl. Then you can give your Daddy his real birthday present.”“What’s that?” She whines as I continue, notching her higher.I lick the rim of her ear. “Sucking your Daddy’s cock. And then I’m going to fuck you. Because you’re so fucking wet and want it. Don’t you? Yeah. Cum. Cum for Daddy and I’ll fill you with my cock.” She shudders, and her velvet walls grip my fingers and quake. Her body tense in my arms, her nectar coating my hand. I groan with satisfaction, sucking my fingers clean once she’s done.Dropping her head against my chest, she hums, panting and fisting my shirt. “That felt. Good. So good. Thank you, Daddy.”Cupping her nape, I caress her lips with mine. “Tell me how much you want your Daddy’s cock. I want to make you feel good, baby girl.”“Jareth was right.” A shy, flirty smile is brushed across her mouth like a tempting Mona Lisa.“He usually is.” I chuckle. I had planned to approach this slowly. Take my time to build up her desires. But seeing her tight nipples in that shirt, naked, scenting of sex. It’s too much. I can’t wait any longer, scooping her up with a whoop and taking her to my room.Once I’ve set her down, I pull off my t-shirt and shove out my shorts. Drinking me in, she’s staring at me with new eyes, raking my body. I’m healthy and maintain a regimen to keep in shape. Sky stares at my dick, and I smirk. Jareth inherited my impressive cock, but I have a nice curve that hits right where she’ll need. The flared head throbs for her sweet cunt, but first things first.She licks her lips, and I watch her nipples poke against her shirt. Words stall on the tip of her tongue. “Tell me what thoughts roam around in your head, Sky. There will be no secrets between us. Ever. Your brother learned that a while ago. It’s time you do, too.”She presses her fingers to her lips, staring at my cock. “I was wondering if you tasted like Jareth?”I say the words I’ve wanted to say for months. “Get on your knees, and you can find out.” Like a good girl, she does, fisting my length with two hands. She’s so damn greedy for experience and shy all at once. Sucking air through my nose sharply as she draws her tongue up and down my shaft. “Fuck.” I’ve wanted this for too damn long. “Don’t close those gorgeous emerald jewels. Understand?”She nods, licking and swirling around my head. “Yes, Daddy.”She stretches her lips over my crown, sliding me into warmth, and, “Fuck! Oh, Sky, you sweet slut.” Her brow tightens, and I twist her hair into my hand to guide her short bobs. “It’s not an insult, baby. I’m so turned on.” Drawing me in, creating a sucking heat. I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. Lurching intensely, so I pull back.Looks like I need to teach my girl. “Don’t stop trying. Swallow me, baby. Breathe through your nose and swallow, Daddy.” She tries and tries as wet slurps ring out, saliva drips down her chin, and she uses it to stroke the bottom half of my shaft. “Ugh, sweet fucking Jesus. Let go, Sky. Let me push deeper, and I know you can take it. Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.” She drops her hand from my shaft, and I pump. Floating sensations prick my skin. I want to close my eyes and enjoy it, but I need to hold her firm. Control her. “Take. Be a good slut for Daddy.”She’s gasping like a guppy, using the back of her hand to swipe her mouth. “I’m trying, Daddy. I promise.” She blinks her big eyes, pouting and working to please.Combing my fingers through her hair, she opens. Pumping my hips, pushing past her gag as she swallows. Tight and fluttering, delicious heat. “Good girl. You love your Daddy’s cock in your throat.” Holding her wild gaze.Her eyes tear, face flushing. It’s magnificent. I fuck her wonderful mouth. She cups my balls, and tingles of pleasure shoot up my legs.Barely blinking, holding her in my grasp, watching her take my length is the most erotic picture. “Next time, you can share me with Jareth. Jesus Christ, this is so fucking good.” Pulling out with a loud, bubbling slurp.Pulling off her shirt in one fluid motion, I find her breasts are round and plump—more than handfuls. Cupping, squeezing, circling her taut nipples as I walk us to the bed, I hover over her mouth, taking my time to lick across the seam, sliding between her pouty pillows to sweep in and taste. She’s a pliable dream, all sweet and syrupy.“Sit back, Sky. Time to taste your pretty pussy.”When she leans back, I don’t take my time, diving my face into the junction of bright pink flesh. Wet, dripping with want, I flick my tongue, and her sweet nectar coats my tongue. Soft. So fucking soft. She moans, high-pitched and writhing. “Daddy.” It’s breathy and perfect, grinding against my face. “I need it, Daddy.”“Shh. Daddy’s going to make you cum.” I lick, varying the pressure and depth, dipping my tongue, sucking her glistening clit. Sliding in two fingers, pulling that sweet nub between my teeth, she unravels, bucking against my face and fingers. Her orgasm explodes and covers my face.A welcome warm mess.I grab her thighs and roughly yank her down the bed. My feet firmly planted, I stroke my cock against her swollen pussy lips and watch her eyes go wide before fluttering. Running my hands over her body, crackling in lust. “You want me to fill your pussy, baby? Do you want to feel your Daddy stretch this little cunt?”Nodding, desperation strains her face. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”I tear open a foil, quickly rolling on a condom. I can’t chastise them for not being safe and be reckless myself. I’ll ride her bare soon enough. Sweeping my tip along her slit, catching her hood, nudging against her clit. Her noises are low and powerful. Notching at her entrance, her hips arching in my hands as I surge into her tight cunt, reveling in her scream. It takes four punishing spears to sheath to my hilt. Taking all of me because she’s mine, and I made her. Of course, she fits me. Her rippling walls fists me as an orgasm rips through her.I can’t believe how fucking good this feels. Grunting as she wraps me in her wet, hot pleasure. “Oh. You’re fucking…perfect. Fuck. Jareth was right. You’re a sweet, sweet fucking angel.”Gripping her tighter, my hand splays her stomach, pinning her down as I drive. Watching my cock stretch her abdomen with ravaging strokes. Forcing every wicked pant and cry, I tear them from her chest. Taking lustful delight in watching her tits bounce hypnotically as I fuck every ounce of pleasure out of her.I relish taking her harder and harder until she’s boneless, crying my name over and over, forgetting her own and finding my release, throbbing and pulsing.
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SKYThis has snowballed so fast I can’t catch my breath or think about what happens next. In less than twenty-four hours, I’ve given myself over to my deepest, darkest fantasies and desires. First, my twin. My love, Jareth. And now I’ve admitted to the world the hunger I’ve craved for far too long. Being filled with my Daddy’s thick, generous cock, I grab his bunching biceps. I beg with a nefarious whisper, “Fuck me, Daddy. Yes, harder. Deeper, Daddy, yes. I’ll be your good little slut. Promise. Give it to me.” I’ll be his perfect little girl, now and always. I’ll be everything to both of them.The moment I saw Daddy this morning and overheard him asking Jareth about my body, I knew that he’d been waiting and wanting as long as Jareth. And I love him more than anything for letting Jareth and I find our way together. But Daddy doesn’t just want me. No. But both Jareth and I. The idea turns the butterflies in my womb into a feral beating of bat wings. My panties would turn into a drenched mess if I were wearing them.Thinking about Jareth’s perfect mouth sucking Daddy’s cock while I could be doing any number of things to them or them to me fills me with dirty salacious thoughts. Thoughts I can’t fully form as Daddy rides me harder than I think is possible. I feel split in half, but I can’t tell him to stop. If he stopped, I’d die because this feels too good.I love the noises and grunts he makes, bottoming out, filling me deep. His flexing muscles thread and contract as he pounds with brutal strokes. I can’t think. His mouth is hot, biting my breasts, neck, and shoulders before licking and suckling with tenderness. I’ll have bruises to wear as badges of honor. A warning to others of whom I belong. His fingers tantalize and rub my nipples, my ass, my clit. Driving me to breathy, screaming orgasms again and again. And, fuck…again.His pupils envelop the green of his irises, leaving trace hints of hazel. With a voice low and lost in pleasure, “What a beautiful slut. Take my cock, baby.” Shoving me to the middle of the bed flipping me onto my stomach. Arching my hips up, he pins the small of my back, and I’m immovable as he fists my hair, yanking his reins, bowing my back. Unrestrained pleasure stretches through me, touching every nerve with every plunge as he forces me to take him to his hilt. The sinuous slap of our fucking is an aphrodisiac. “Does Daddy make you feel good, baby?” He grinds through a clenched jaw as if angry. But no, I know my Daddy. He’s not angry. He’s blanketed in bliss.White stars fill my eyes as I succumb. Desperate pants spill forth as he drives, “So. Good. Daddy.”“Your cunt is so hot. I’m going to fuck you with your brother, and we’re going to stuff your little cunt full of cock and cum.” He’s grunting loud and hard, his hips driving faster. My body tingles; I can feel him in the tips of my fingers and toes. “Going to fill this little pussy. Split you in half. Kiss you all better. And break you all over again.”“Yes, Daddy. Yes.” I’ll agree to anything for the honey-sizzling sensations burning my veins. I should be scared. I should feel guilt and shame. I fucked my brother. I’m letting Daddy do whatever he wants with me. I’m sick. Crossing the most prominent lines ever to be drawn in sand. And I don’t know if it makes me a bad person that I don’t care. Between the two of them, I’ll be the most sexually satiated nineteen-year-old in this god-forsaken town.His rhythm becomes uneven. Frenzied. Reckless. I pant, on the verge of blissful tears. Fucking as if punishing me. “My. Good. Little. Girl. Take it. Take. Your. Daddy.” His sweaty body curls around me. The swell of his engorged shaft yearns for release and pushes me off one last cliff, and I cry with a tight, silent, airy scream. My convulsing walls squeeze his length as my body seizes. Pulling him deeper, my fingers dig into the mattress of my bracing arm, the other on the back of my thigh, keeping myself spread wide for his punishing hips. I’m going to be sporting bruises everywhere from the two of them.He pulls out, chucks the condom in the trash, and shoves me flat, giving me his weight. It’s comforting feeling him cum, even if he’s wearing a condom. He’s heavier than Jareth—all controlled muscle. Pressing open-mouth kisses to my neck and shoulders, he sweeps my hair out of the way. “I’m glad Jareth asked you to go on birth control, baby. I can’t tell you how bad I want to breed your sweet cunt. I haven’t felt pussy this tight and good since my sister.” I turn my head to meet his smug eyes. His lips are like gossamer as he kisses me. Slick with sweat, I feel the warm droplets slide across my back as he slips inside, still hard, and we both moan from the feeling. He pumps long, slow strokes in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re heaven. Love you, baby girl.”“I love you, Daddy. Thank you. Thank you so much for…all of it.” I close my eyes to catch my breath. I find myself wrapped in Daddy’s down comforter when I open them again. He’s sitting beside me, propped against pillows, working on his laptop. Black glasses frame his chiseled face, sitting comfortably, eyes wrinkled in concentration. Handsome. He’s so handsome. I slide my hand along his thigh, feeling the fabric of a pair of wickedly soft boxer briefs.“I passed out.” My throat is dry as I push to sit. “Hey, baby.” His voice is gentle, like a cat come to curl up against my chest, and he looks at me with more love than I ever saw before. He pushes away his work and slides down, pulling me close. “How are you feeling, Sky? Can I get you anything, baby?”Snaking my arm around him, my ear anchors to his heart, breathing in the safety of a scent that I can’t place. My fingers rub the shallow valleys of his ribs. “Thirsty.”“Here.” Already prepared, he hands me water, holding the glass, and helps me sip. “I rode you quite hard, baby girl. I’m sorry. You’re barely broken in, and…well, I lost myself once I had you in my bed. Can I get you anything?”He’s so sweet. It’s easy to see where Jareth gets it from. I move, and holy shit, I’m sore in places I didn’t know existed in my body. A thousand different heartbeats pulse my skin. He was rough, but I liked it and wouldn’t ask for anything different. I’m happy he didn’t hold back. “I’m okay.”Brushing his lips against mine, his bright eyes searching my face. “Promise? I didn’t hurt you, did I? I want you to tell me if you didn’t like something. I was quite rough.”I’m unphased, shaking my head and gulping down the water. “No. You didn’t hurt me, I promise, Daddy.” I smile. “Between everything with Jareth and then this morning with you.” I chuckle, and my stomach flutters. “I’m just a little worn out. It was.” I laugh again, covering my mouth, trying to hide the glee. “I enjoyed it. All of it. A lot.” Blinking up at him, I watch the slow curve of a dubious smile.“Good.” Stroking my hair, he holds me tight, and I settle in his arms. “I wish I could explain how badly I’ve wanted this for us, Sky. And for you to not deny me one single iota. Knowing you weren’t afraid of this for us and to want it too.”I nod. “All of this, Daddy. Jareth. You. I’ve never felt anything feel so right. I’m waiting for this to feel wrong. And it’s the opposite.” It’s freeing to speak my truth from my heart. I yawn, “What time is it?”“A little after one. You passed out so quickly, baby. I made sure you were comfortable.” His fingers are light as he strokes my cheek. “It felt nice finally being with you, baby girl. Inside you, connected like I’ve wanted for months.”Better than nice. My fingers lazily draw a path against his chest, raking through the slight dusting of blonde and grey hairs. He’s damn sexy, and I realize, mine.“Listen, I’ve done all I can through email, but I have to go in for work.” There’s no hiding my disappointment. “I know I promised for my birthday. But I can’t finish this here, baby.” He searches my face, and I feel the waves rolling off him. Guilt. “How about I run you a nice bath, make you some lunch, and you take some time for yourself this afternoon.” He winks with boyish charm, and I grin, burying my face against him, trying to place that scent. “Sky?” I meet his earnest gaze. “I’ve waited a long time for this. I love you so much, baby girl. And Jareth. I want us to be everything to each other. Always. I want to teach you how to be the best version of yourself. To bring you and Jareth more pleasure than you know what to do with, especially when the three of us are together.” He pauses, eyes growing hard and lustful. “And I want to watch. I want to tell him what to do with you, to you. I need to control you both to sate my pleasure. Does that scare you?” His face tilts, searching for signs of me to balk or run.I try to formulate a response. He presses his fingers to my lips as I open my mouth to say anything. I turn, giving him my cheek to cup.“What I said earlier? While fucking you. That wasn’t just to get you hot and turned on. I’m deadly serious. I will fuck you with him in all ways. Share your body as we do dirty, hedonistic things to you.” He chuffs my chin as I grow slick between my legs. “And fuck, I can see you want it, baby girl. Even right now.“I felt how you responded to my touch. How you let me fuck you harder than I’ve ever fucked anyone. I didn’t hold back. I gave you everything.” He tucks a long plait of my hair behind my ear. Sighing. “I promise to take care of you. You and Jareth are my whole fucking world.”Sitting up, I need him to understand that I get it. I want it. God, how I want it. “You’re mine too, Daddy. Both of you. Yes. Without question, yes.”He draws a bath, scrubbing, washing, and conditioning my hair, then turns on the jet bubbles so I can soak. We chat about my volunteer hours at the shelter while eating a late lunch and I find out what he liked best about his birthday this year. “You can’t say me.”“I won’t.” He winks but then doesn’t say anything.After he leaves, I plan out a dinner menu and sketch a few ideas for my fall garden.I call the clinic, and they have a last-minute cancellation. If I can get there in the next hour, they'll fit me in this afternoon. I agree. The sooner I’m on birth control, the better. Using a condom with Daddy was disappointing. I wanted to feel his cum inside me like Jareth’s. I want to know he’s always inside and on me, just like Jareth.My chest grows heavy at the realization of wanting them both so entirely. For different reasons, yet the same. I need them both. I think I crave their control over me because I’m tired of being in constant control everywhere else. I have taken on the reins of responsibility in every aspect of my life. In their hands, I can let it all go. Let them use me, bringing us all pleasure.My phone buzzes. I grin to see it’s a text from Cris, my best friend and the only person I can talk about these things with to a point. I accidentally let it slip. I had a secret crush but held back for obvious reasons as she scolded me, wanting to know who. She’s let me off the hook as I remain vague. Keeping this from her feels like a betrayal, but I have no choice. No one can know what we’ve done, lest we be shunned or worse, especially with Daddy.C: where the hell are you? You were supposed to get coffee during my shift.S: I’m sorry. I fell asleep. Tired. Things with Mr. X escalated last night.C: HOLY SHIT! What can you tell me? Please tell me I’ll FINALLY get to meet the lucky man.S: sorry, lady. I don’t need to be judged for my personal choices. It´s way more complicated than you think.C: who’s judging you? I would never judge my favorite person in this worldS: can’t risk it. He’s very private.C: he’s married, isn’t he? Please don’t be a homewrecker. I have lines, babe. I love you, but…S: lol, not married.C: I don’t believe you 😉but I love you anyway.S: not married. promiseC: See you next Tuesday? Tony is taking me to meet his parents this weekend. No sex for me ☹well, at least not in the house, lol. Glad he has a roomy backseat.S: I think so. Will let you know. Gotta find the schedule. Have fun in the car. Kisses.C: be naughty, girl.I press a hand to my stirring belly, laughing at the butterflies I have for what comes next. And that leaves me thinking about everything Daddy laid out in scandalous detail. The three of us are going to need to discuss a lot of things. For starters, I want to start sleeping with Jareth again. Being separated from him all these years has been torture. But I can imagine Daddy will want my company from time to time. His bed is big enough; maybe the three of us can make it work.Then there’s whatever has been going on between Daddy and Jareth. The energy between them was palpable this morning. And I want them to tell me exactly how long they’ve hidden their feelings.I grab my purse and head to the clinic. The doctor is an older woman with smile lines bracketing her mouth. Bright orange glasses frame the other half of her face. Her bone-straight black hair, cut bluntly, skims her slight shoulders. “So, tell me Skylar. What brings you in today?”“I became sexually active. I need birth control. And my cycle is erratic sometimes. I can’t take pills. I mean, not well. I never learned, and I don’t have a regular schedule for daily things. Can we talk about options?” Clasping my hands tight in my lap, trying to be as direct as possible. No need to be intimidated if I want to own up to my actions.She nods, writing notes. A nurse takes my vitals, and we go through basic questions. “Are you in a monogamous relationship or multiple partners?” Looking up from her tablet, she must see the nerves written all over me. “No judgment. I want to take the best course of action for you. You’re young. Having multiple partners isn’t a crime.”I nod and nervously smile. “Two. Um, one of them, he hasn’t been with anyone else before me. The other, I know, has had partners in the past, but he’s responsible and good about protection. He’s very safe about his health. It’s complicated, but we don’t plan on seeing anyone outside the three of us.”“Okay, good. Poly. I’ve seen that before here.” She talks me through an examination that feels awkward but necessary. And I leave with a sore arm with my first shot of Depo. “Use condoms for another week. Here’s a morning-after pill for the unprotected sex you had last night. Follow the directions. And I’ll see you in three months.”“Thank you.” Relief washes over me as I shop for dinner ingredients.
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JARETHDrenched with sweat, I rip off my tank to change into my spare when I see Daddy dressed in business attire, which means he’s breaking his promise to us. But I know he wouldn’t unless he was forced to. He has a small bag in his hand, and I excuse myself from the group currently sucking down water during our fifteen-minute break. Wiping my face, I toss the small towel and cross the studio. He holds out the bag as I approach. “This is unexpected.” I smile, taking it from him. Our fingers graze, and after this morning, all the possibilities it brings send a zing through me.The kiss in front of Sky was unexpected but felt nice. It was praise that I hadn’t realized I wanted or needed.He palms the back of his neck and shrugs. I motion for us to step outside of earshot. “I knew your schedule was tight, so I stopped by the pharmacy for you. There’s a box of condoms, and I know the pharmacist, so there are a few extra Plan B’s. I told him I wanted my kids to have it getting into the dating scene.” I flush as he meets my eyes.He drops his voice to barely above a whisper, pulling me out of the way of pedestrians, eyes shifting. “You were right, Jareth. She feels like a goddamn dream.”A jealous streak sparks in my chest for a few hardened beats. I know where Sky’s heart lies—and Daddy’s. I’ve no right to lay claim. It’s strange, though, knowing she’s mine while understanding it is her choice. “Is she okay?” I worry, raking my damp hair and sending droplets of sweat to the floor. The raging lust I saw in his eyes this morning, I can’t fathom there was much way of gentleness behind their coupling.“She’s perfectly fine. His reassurance isn’t enough, and I want to call her. His hand captures and presses to the back of my neck, anchoring me more than physically. “I promise you, Jareth. I’m taking good care of her. Same as you. I made her lunch and gave her some ibuprofen to relieve any soreness. When I left, she said she’d be curling up on the couch with a book.” He closes the space between us. To the observer, it looks like a scolding. His tone carries a wonderful erotic edge. “And I’m looking forward to the two of us filling her. Together.” He sighs, glancing around. “But I’m so sorry that it has to wait. I tried to avoid it. I’ll be staying in the city for two days max. I want to get back to you as soon as possible.”“You promised.”The corner of his mouth curls up. “Sky said the same thing with that exact look.”“Good.” I hate his company sometimes. I realize it’s granted him the ability to care for us as a single father and provide us opportunities to follow our paths our way. But. “They gave their word. It’s your fucking birthday.” I gripe. The problem with being so successful is that the people in charge make you work harder and longer when you deserve time off. He hasn’t had a solid month of staying home for three years. At least every three weeks, he’s in the city for no less than three days and, at times, has been gone for two weeks straight, keeping and working international hours.He cups my face and pats my cheek, and it’s hard not to lean into the touch. I crave the attention. “Call or text, I’ll answer. Take care of each other.” Concern and expectations twist my face, and I deflate with a sigh, shaking my head. He adds, “Tell Sky I’m sorry. I love you both. I’ll be home as soon as I can.” He pinches my chin, looking me dead in the eye. "Wear the fucking condoms, Jareth."I don’t know why I’m disappointed since I was so jealous a heartbeat ago. “I promise. Be safe, Daddy. I’ll make sure she gets everything.”He winks, reading my tone, straightening his shoulders as I walk him to his luxury sedan. He drives off. I shove the bag into the bottom of my duffle and finish my rehearsals.Once home, I find Sky’s wearing a new sundress. It hangs mid-thigh, and it shows off her ample cleavage. It’s floral, and it looks like she smells. Fresh and citrusy. Her hair is pulled back into a long braid that hangs over her shoulder. Gloss highlights her pouty lips, darkening her eyelashes with mascara. Venus comes to life. I’ve always thought she was gorgeous, but she’s downright glowing.Slipping my fingers into her palm, squeezing, “You know that Daddy got called into work? He stopped by the studio.”She picks up her glass of wine. The table is dressed, and picturesque chicken salads full of delicious colors sit in our place. “I know.” I hear the disappointment.Brushing my lips over hers, I draw in and suck hard on her lower lip. She kisses me back deeper, and I haul her body against mine before remembering how gross I feel. But holy fuck, I can do this with her now. Taste her. Feel her.I groan, “Baby, I have seven layers of sweat on me. Give me five to shower?” I ask, knowing she doesn’t care, but I do. I add, “You look stunning, and this looks amazing. I’m a beast. Let me get cleaned up for my favorite sister.” I softly kissed her again to keep the taste of her on my tongue. “I want to talk about everything.” Wanting her to confirm my thoughts. I hate feeling jealous of someone who deserves Sky’s body and love as much as I do. Brushing my knuckles down her cheek. “You deserve to have this nice dinner you made with someone who doesn’t smell like a gym sock.”With a quiet nod, her eyes brighten as she steps back flirtatiously. “I’ll pick out some music.”I take the world's fastest shower, scrubbing extra hard. Throwing on a plain t-shirt, I slide on a pair of cotton shorts sans underwear because I have to do laundry the worst way. And I don’t see the advantage of having more clothes on since I plan on getting naked with Sky.Rifling through my duffle, I get the pills and a glass of water. She pushes them away, and I’m about to question all our life choices when she blows me away with her smile. “I got into the clinic today.”I loose the breath I’ve held all day, hugging her tight and rubbing her back. “That is great.” I toss the pack on the counter. “We’ll hang on to these. So, how about we eat?” I nudge her to the table. “Tell me what I want to know.”With incredible detail, she describes everything that happened with Daddy. The erection I sport wants to lay her out across the table. The images she concocted in my head of Daddy pounding her sizzle my skin. I want to watch that and be a part of it.“Daddy wants us to do things together.” She blushes, and it´s sweet and hot. She’s more sheltered when it comes to sex. “Share me. Us. And I really want to experience that.” I take a long drink, gulping down my excitement, knowing her thoughts are like mine. Of course, they are. We share everything.“What are you thinking, Jareth?”I’m thinking about how I’d love to fuck and cum all over her. I’m thinking about how I want to pin her against me while Daddy pins her down as we stroke in and out of her, making her scream. I’ve tasted her pussy, and now it’s all I want.I huff out a breath, brows reaching for the ceiling. “Honestly? A lot, Sky. You mostly. You’re all I’ve thought about today. I want to make you feel good and give you everything. And, yeah, I’d want to do all those things with him to you. With you.” I feel relief, being this open with her. Finally. “God, to bliss out all together would be a dream.”“Bliss out?” Her earnest question is sexy.I push my empty dish aside. “Like being high, but from pleasure. It’s what happens to me when Daddy paddles me.”“He what?” The pitch of her shock and scorn in her eyes is fierce.Shit. I didn’t mean to tell her that yet. I take her hand, kissing the raging pulse at her wrist. “It’s a good thing—a long story. And I’ve hated keeping it from you, but there’s a reason I have. I will tell you, but I’m not ready to yet.”Concern shadows her movements; she cups my face, and I cover her hand with mine. “Daddy doesn’t hurt me, Sky. He never has. It’s been a safe place.” I shake my head hard. “Fuck, Sky. I want to find out everything you like and vice versa.”“I guess there’s a lot I don’t know, huh? Even though we’re twins.”“That isn’t a bad thing. We can learn and explore each other together. Like we’ve wanted to, and we don’t have to hide.”After she finishes her wine, I pull her to the couch into my lap. The feel of her tight curves and her warm skin are smooth. Cupping her ass, my hand roams her back as we sink into lazy long kisses. She tastes like cranberries and citric dressing. Sliding our tongues together, swirling and curling until she draws back, her lips are bee-stung, and I want more. “I um. I think. Would you be mad we didn’t have sex right now?” The timid question shocks me.I grab her wrists, holding her arms behind her back, staring at her slack-jawed. “Skylar Vanessa Kline. Do you think I’d be upset at you for asking that?” Avoiding my gaze is her answer. What the hell? This is not the strong-willed, defiant sister I have spent the last 19 years with, womb to now. “Sky? If all you want to do is cuddle, I don’t care. I can jerk off just fine. I’ve been doing it for years. Baby, it’s your body. A body that I worship and respect. Because I want you and have tasted you, it doesn’t mean you don’t have a say. Your gorgeous mind and heart are what I care for. Where the hell is my older sister? The one who has always trudged the path and taught me to speak my mind and stand up for myself?”Shrugging a shoulder, she sighs. “I want to make you feel good, Jareth. When it comes to all of this, I.” She bites her dam lip again, and I pull it from her teeth with my thumb. A sharp nasal sigh accompanies a pout. “I don’t want to be in charge. I want. I want you and Daddy to use me because of how good it feels.” Another echo of a shrug. “I got really turned on with how forceful Daddy was. I liked it, and I want that from you, too.” She groans, dropping her head. I sneak the corner of her mouth, lifting. “I’m so sore, Jareth.” A pitiful chuckle erupts, and it spreads to me until I groan into her neck as she reaches between us and grips my dick through my shorts. “I do want to taste you again.”Holding her face, delving my tongue into her mouth, I feel her melt into my edges. With a playful smirk, I urge her off my lap. “Let’s go to my room. Your mouth is empty, and my cock is hard.”I hook my fingers around her straps and slide her out of her dress, leaving her in her pretty pink lace panties to admire. I trace my fingertips over all the marks Daddy left on her—tattoos of his dominance. I want to wear them. To match her with his claim.“Get on the bed, on your back. I want your head right here, baby.” Where I can slide my cock down her throat. Leaning over her, gripping her hips, I suckle on her perfect mounds, lathing her peaks into long, stiff peaks. “And if you’re a good girl, Sky, I’ll cum all over your face and tits. And if you aren’t, I’m going to shove my cock so fucking deep that I’ll leave you choking and gagging while I pump my load straight to your belly. Understand, baby?”She bites her lip, but her eyes light up. “Promises, Jareth?”“You might think that sounds great, but I know you can’t handle it. So, tell me, will you be a good girl for your brother?”She cups her tits, squeezing them, rubbing her thighs together. She’s a temptress. “I promise. But.”“But what?”“Will you call me your slut?” She licks her lips, leaving them glistening as I strip for her eager minx mouth. I stroke my length hard and ready to be serviced by my beautiful sister.I can’t keep the impish grin off my face as I slap my dick against her cheeks, rubbing my head around her lips. Wet and warm, her licks punching desire into the core of my balls. “Open your dirty mouth and suck your brother like a slut.” The heat of her breath travels up my dick, and I fist her hair, positioning her head where I want her. A generous amount of pre-cum drips off my crown, and I rub it across her lips.Sweetness pools in my stomach as I slide into wet heat. Watching her lips wrap and stretch, gagging her as I hit the back of her throat. Roughly coughing, I stroke her jaw, moving my fingers to her throat, caressing back and forth. “Swallow it, slut.” Keeping my voice distant, it feels strange calling her dirty names, but I see her thighs rub together. She may be sore, but she’s wickedly turned on. I palm her breasts, pulling her perky nipples. She moans against me, sending a skitter of shivers up my spine. “Yeah, that’s a good slutty sister. Take your brother’s cock like the greedy slut you are. Suck me off like you sucked Daddy’s cock.” And fuck, she does. Daddy must have already started teaching her how to deep throat earlier. Our dicks aren’t small by any measure.Her legs fall open, and I’m enthralled as her fingers rub over the pretty lace, turning it dark with her desire. Her moans get louder. In and out, I glide across her tongue. After the fourth hard push, she opens, swallowing me down. “Fuck, baby. Yes. That feels so fucking good. Suck that cock.”Her throat is tight, and I watch as my thick shaft moves in and out of her throat. She grips my ass, and I pump, feeding her, grinding my pelvic bone against her face. Pulling out, slapping her face with thick, bubbled saliva, surging back in, repeating the process over and over. “You feel so good, Sky. I love watching you do this.”“More, baby. Oh god, I love this. I want you to use me.”I won’t deny her. Lewd, raucous sounds surround my shaft as I fuck her mouth and throat. Panting hard, my fingers wrap around her neck, the other fisting her hair. My thighs burn gloriously as I pump. Groaning, “Fucking slut. Take that dick like a dirty, little cunt. I’m going to cum all over you. Fuck. I’m going to tell everyone how my sister sucks my dick. How much of a whore you are for your brother’s cock. Yes. You’re my fuck toy. Yes. Yes, you dirty fucking whore.”Gripping her thighs, my thumbs run down the edge of her pussy lips. I scent her arousal and my mouth waters. “Hold my ass.” I push her fingers away from her slick mound and rip off the thong. She doesn’t move her hands fast enough, so I pin them to the bed as I bury my face against her drenched pussy. Inhaling deep, her sweet musk fills my lungs. It’s fucking heady. Slurping and lapping her up, her gurgling moans are buried as I fuck her face. Sucking her clit, stroking her tender pussy. She cums, bucking and grunting around my shaft. The suction on my cock has me seeing explosions of newly made stars.“Fuck!” It overpowers my restraint, and I drive the first spurt of cum down her gullet. Pulling back to fill her mouth, she’s making foul noises as I empty my balls. I pull back, milking my thick, saliva-covered shaft, painting her face white, groaning with each exploding rope. “So, fucking good.” Slapping my spent shaft and spreading my cum all over her face. Feeding her my seed, she sucks everything I gather off my tip. “You’re fucking beautiful.” I suck in the air, holding it before letting it all out.I cradle her, moving us back onto the bed. The buzz of my orgasm tingles through my body. I want to kiss her feet and grovel and instead slide my tongue between her lips, swirling, tasting my seed in her mouth, sharing the reward, swallowing the rest of me down together. “Your pussy looked so delicious, baby. I know you said you were sore. But when you started stroking that sweet little clit I couldn’t resist.” I lie next to her, stroking my hand up and down her torso. “I hope you aren’t upset with me that I ate you out?”She’s still sucking air and answers with a shake of her head, gently touching my chest before dropping her hand. “When you made me cum, it was like I couldn’t get enough of your cock down my throat.” Her voice is raspy, coated, and stretched.I can’t help but apologize. “You’re not, by the way.” Pulling a long strand of hair from her sticky face, I kiss her forehead as she closes her eyes.Her mascara must be blow-job-proof because as tear-stained as her eyes are, it’s still immaculate. Barely smudged. “Not what?” She manages.Tracing her profile with my eyes, I caress her breasts with lazy fingers, following the veins to her heart. “A slut. A dirty whore. You’re none of those things, Sky. I’ll never truly think of you like that. You’re my older sister.”She laughs. “By five minutes.” She rolls to face me, and I let her take control.I grin like a madman. “But fuck if you don’t make me hard all the time, baby.” The blood rushes straight to my loins, gearing up for a long night.Our fingers twine, spending more time than we need staring at each other. “Hang on.” I jump up from bed, grab a wet washcloth, and clean her up. I turn off the lights and find some of her favorite lo-fi music.Crawling, she pulls me on top of her, and I gently settle between her legs, taking her mouth with mine with little urgency. I intend on giving her a safe space, wrapping my arm beneath her. It’s the height of summer, but all I feel is spring. Sky is my flower, and I intend to water her and keep her in the sun at every chance.We do nothing more than kiss. Our tongues and lips explore—lathing, gliding, sharing soft whimpers and promises. Silk, wet, velvet ache hugs my flesh. On instinct, I roll my hips, sliding my thickening cock against her need. Urges like this don’t need to be spoken between us. We’ve spent our lives speaking with looks and feelings. Maybe that’s why we are this way. “Baby, I love you more than life itself.”She grips my shaft, gliding me against her tight slit, notching me into her entrance. Catching the light in her unshed tears, I kiss her lids. “I need you, Jareth.” Her whispered invitation isn’t one I’ll ignore. “Now. Please, baby.”The pulse of her folds clings to me, and her walls ripple as I gently plunge. I watch the shadows of ecstasy transform her face while whimpers tumble in her throat. I reassure her even if she doesn’t need it. “So good, baby. I love you. Feel so good. That’s it. Oh fuck, yeah. Show your brother how much you love him, Sky.” I will never get enough of her after crossing these lines. We can never go back to before. Her tight heat fists my cock. I know I should be using a condom, but fuck, she feels so fucking good. I need to be bare. I’ll pull out. I can always pull out.Keeping time with my pulse, I delve with steady, long strokes. With every stretching pass of my mushroom tip, her lips quiver before I propel into the very center of her. I can hear how creamy and wet she is, coating my shaft with every savory plow. The path is tight, and I relish the fist of her body.Her arm snakes my waist, pulling me into her. I watch the glistening trail of her tears and kiss them away as I press us together. Thighs, hips, stomachs, chests, I ensure she feels the crest of every wave, loving her for as long as I can.Making love to Sky makes me feel everything. I want to weep, rut, and sing. Laugh and curl up and watch the stars in rich silence.The twining pull creeps up my legs, warmth unfurling. Pushing her leg back, trapping her, I spread her wide to be even deeper. The sounds we make are neither grunting nor moaning but something in between. I need to see her fall. To watch her beautiful release. Witness the soft curve of her mouth as she gasps, bursting and clenching. Seeing her cum is like witnessing the birth of a star.Faster, deeper. Our eyes locked, and I convey all I can through them. Yes, feel my cock, Sky. Feel it fill you. Take it, take all of it. Take me. I’m going to empty every last drop I have in her. No, I can’t. “Nngh,” I growl in frustration, slamming to the end of her. I need to pull out. I have to pull out. Screaming in my head, PULL OUT. But, fuck, this ache to be inside of her overwhelms me as instinct tells me to plant my seed. But we’re years from that, aren’t we? We can’t do that where people know us. We need someplace new where we can be a proper family. Maybe she’ll let Daddy fill her belly, too. Then we can be the perfect family.Every nerve ending tingles, trailing sparks down my spine, gathering in my balls. Sky’s moans are high, innocent siren calls of desire. Her thick, petal lips grip the base of my cock, pulling me in. Her wave breaks against my shore, and her fisting walls suckle for nourishment. I happily provide the milk her body desperately craves. I willingly spread my seed in her field with abstruse grunts. Throwing my head back, jarring her as I roar from the back of my throat, driving my cock as deep as possible into her spasming flesh.My balls are tight, and the powerful pulse of ejaculation keels me into an arch. Claw marks become tattoos as she digs into my shoulder. Sky’s lashes flutter, her lips twitching with every thick spurt I fill her with.I won’t apologize for it.Heaving, I drop to my elbows, hugging the leg clinging to my hip as I roll us to our sides, my cock seated comfortably inside her pussy as I refuse to let her go. There are no right words. I tell myself that it's okay if I close my eyes for a moment. Just a moment longer for us to be one.Exactly where we are meant to be.
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JOHNI should be exhausted after putting in two twelve-hour days. But I’m wide awake, staring at the ceiling of my tiny sublet, thinking about Sky and Jareth. About the last time, I took a palm full of Jareth’s ass, rubbing him softly before bringing down the paddle and turning his flesh bright pink. The countless hard gravel moans I’ve heard while I’ve watched him grip his pretty, thick cock and jerk off until covering my floor with his thick seed, groaning Sky’s name with every generous spurt.The first time I fisted his hair and slid my dick into his warm mouth. He hollowed his cheeks, sucking with messy intent, letting me coat his throat with my orgasm and stroking my fingers along his neck to feel him drink me down.They’re intrusive memories of time well spent bonding with my boy over these past few months. And now, Sky and her tight pussy are there too. So fucking pink and wet for her Daddy.My cock swells, screaming to be touched, but I ignore it. Torturing myself, squeezing my balls as I slide a sizeable vibrator up my ass. Remembering the vising fleshy channel of Sky’s barely broken-in cunt. I wanted to breed her so bad it hurt my chest. I press a button, and the thrusting dildo milks my prostrate. I close my eyes, rocking my hips into a rhythm against the sensations, sending the penetration deeper into me. I can’t wait for it to be Jareth’s cock. Covering my hand with lube before coating my length and pulling tight, I concentrate on my head. I imagine Sky riding me, whining for her Daddy, her tits bouncing against my mouth while Jareth spreads my cheeks and thrusts from beneath, sandwiched by my children.She’s covered with her insatiable wetness, dripping down my shaft. Jareth’s hands grip my hips, his thick cock stretching me wide as he penetrates. “I want you to fuck my ass, Daddy,” Jareth whispers against my ear. “Fuck me like I’m fucking you.” Sky licks my nipples, tugging between her teeth and biting. Enticing me with her breathy tone, “Fill me with your cum, Daddy. Put a baby in me.” Pulling her down hard over my cock as I thrust up. Making her moan and pant. Fisting her hair, shoving my fingers down her throat as she grinds her little pussy against me. Her cheeks wet with tears as I gag her precious throat. Sucking her nipples so hard she’s screaming for mercy as I make her cum again and again, not letting her rest. “Fuck me harder, Daddy. Fuck me. Yes, Daddy. Yes, Daddy. Oh God, give it to me!” Jareth pounding beneath me, I ride his cock as Sky rides me.The fantasy intensifies, and my fist chokes my shaft. “Oh fuck. Yes. Yes!” Gritting through my teeth, growling into the empty apartment. A culmination of desire, released with shaking legs as thick white ropes cover my stomach and spill down my hand as I milk it all out. I turn off the vibrator, gasping for air as my chest heaves, lying in the middle of the bed with a stupid, satisfied grin on my face. “Soon, enough. Soon, I can make it all a reality.” I pinch myself, knowing it’s no longer a dream.I think about Jareth and how I first propositioned him the day I caught him jerking off to those videos of Sky. Nearly a year ago. They’d barely turned eighteen. He declined with embarrassment, tripping over my offer to help. But then he knocked on the door of my private study a week later. It took a few weeks before our little sessions ran like clockwork. It was painstakingly detailed to ensure that Sky was always out of the house. It was two months of him watching me watch him, and he finally asked if he could suck my dick while he jerked off. I never hid how hard it made me to paddle his ass or watch him pleasure himself. I nearly fell over with gratitude. I’m not physically small; a feather could have done the trick.He drinks down cum like a dream, burying his face against me, letting me fuck his eager throat. Something I’ll have Sky doing in no time with his help. But that’s all we’ve ever done. I’ve yet to taste him. Touch him how I need. The game has changed now that Sky has opened herself to him and me. Everything has.I want our relationship to be open and free of outside judgment. The only way to do that is to get out of here. Someplace where we can adopt new identities, it’s time I move those pieces on the board and set it in motion—a few months tops. And I pray they’ll agree to my terms because I can’t lose them. They’re my world. My everything.Cleaning myself up, I stare at my reflection and wonder what their mother would think of me. Would she be disgusted? Ashamed? Perhaps she’d like it and be a part of it. I’ll never know, but that’s okay. I never told her about my sister for a reason. And I always kept my children as far removed from my mind until they could legally consent. It wasn't easy with Sky being such a beautiful creature, but I managed. Now, it’s time to reap my reward.Two more days of making money for rich assholes, and I get the largest commission of my career. I’ve built a nest egg large enough to cut and run at the drop of a hat. Two more days, and I can go home to live the life I’ve dreamed of. I can spend the rest of my life having mind-blowing sex with the most perfect couple. And I know it because I made them.
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SKYWhen the doctor says that there’s a small percentage that a person can still get pregnant on depo, they aren’t lying. Sitting on the couch, I huddle between Daddy and Jareth, their comforting hands stroking my arms, back, and neck. Telling them and myself through pathetic tears, “I want children. I do. But I can’t yet. It’s too soon.” They held my hand the entire time, accompanying me through the procedure, never questioning my choice. When I’m ready, it’ll be on my timeline.We’re all culpable, though. None of us took all the precautions we should have.Six months into this new life, I never imagined I couldn’t be happier. We’ve had a couple of close calls, almost being caught by Jareth’s friend Tommy. Out running errands, I kept teasing Jareth, and as punishment started fingering me. Tommy noticed our car, and thank God, Jareth saw him headed our way. He left me panting and, on the edge, shoving my skirt back down before he jumped out, and they talked for a half hour. A week later, my best friend Cris dropped by the house unexpectedly while I was being spit-roasted in the living room. Daddy groaned his lamentations, blowing his thick load down my throat while Jareth had my hair fisted tight, balls deep, coming inside me. And we weren’t being quiet about any of it. I’m not sure the music drowned out the noise.I’m confident that she heard us and chose to ignore the sheen of sweat covering me. She didn’t stay long, and the tension in her demeanor was palpable. I smiled and laughed as Jareth’s seed dripped down my thighs. I used my long skirt to hide the evidence as we talked about our upcoming plans in the foyer. Her quick exit made me paranoid. Then, the plans I made with her were thwarted as I clung to the toilet, throwing up. I was pregnant.She thinks I’ve been ignoring her when all I want to do is tell her. But she’ll never understand any of this. How happy I am to be loved and wanted on this level by the two most influential men in my life. And that what we’re doing isn’t wrong. I love her and her opinion, but my heart and love for Jareth and Daddy are more vital than anything, including her.After two weeks of rest after the procedure, I'm back to work and carrying on as if it's another Tuesday.Now, hauling bags of food from storage, I scoop kibble into metal dishes. The echoes of high whines and barks bounce around the cement floors as I swap out fresh blankets and toys for our avid chewers. This morning, someone surrendered the cutest mutt—part shepherd, part lab, part adorable in fifty different directions. Still wet and shaking water pellets everywhere, attacking my face with a tongue that has more energy than anything, I sit on the floor and spend the next twenty minutes playing tug of war until she curls up in my lap and falls asleep.“You found a friend.” Rafe smiles, kneeling to stroke the little mutt’s freshly bathed fur. He’s managed the shelter for as long as I’ve been coming here and volunteering for the last four years. A middle-aged, average man who comes across as everyone’s friend. Charming in a non-threatening way. He was someone I could always talk to, and he was keen on taking me under his wing. Telling me he always felt terrible that I was raised in a single-parent home. But Mama had no choice in leaving us, and it’s no one’s business as to why or why not Daddy ever found someone else.“How are you feeling, Skylar? Over that flu last week?” When I meet his gaze, it’s less concerned with a virus and more knowing than I want it to be. I shift uncomfortably, the scrutiny pounding my chest. He knows I wasn’t sick, and I don’t know how.“Um.” I look back at the puppy, and I rub her little ears. “Yeah. Thanks. Much better.”He sighs, and it’s layered with sour judgment, and my stomach churns. “Skylar.” His tone is readying to drop some verbal bomb on me. “Listen.” Standing to his full height, scraping his hand through his peppered hair. I move the puppy to the playpen to finish her nap, giving myself an out if I need to exit quickly. I don’t like how his eyes darken, darting past me, looking over his shoulder down the hall. No one else is around, and the hairs on my neck stand on end. “Look, I’ve known you a few years, kid. But I have to say something. I’ve kept my mouth shut, but quite a few times, I’ve seen some inappropriate behavior. Over these last months, when your Father drops you off for work. You think no one sees it, but I do, and it makes me sick. And then I saw something I refuse to ignore. So you need to tell me the truth, young lady.”My heart thunders in my ears, punching my ribs so hard I think it’s going to burst out like one of those aliens. My fingers are fidgeting, so I clasp them tight together. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rafe.” I try to come off aloof, but I sound like one of our scared kittens. The tremor in my voice is severe.“I was picking up the supply feed for my horses. That nasty clinic is there across the street. That so-called Women’s Care. I know what they do there—killing babies. And I saw you with your Father. As well as that brother of yours. They had hands on you, Skylar. Please don’t deny it. It made me damn uncomfortable to watch. Now, I know you as well as all my employees here.”I want to tell him I’m not an employee but a volunteer who can walk away when I want. Hell, I could even if I did get paid. But that doesn’t diminish the fact that he saw us there. It doesn’t matter what his views are or how small-minded he is.His lips pull tight, creating a deep frown. “You’re not dating anyone. I overhear all the gossip. I know what goes on in there, honey. You didn’t have no flu, did ya? Are you in a bad situation, honey? You can tell me. I’ll help. Tell me if he’s hurting you, Skylar. Has he been hurting you, sweetie? Been doing inappropriate things with you. Him and that nasty brother of yours. Tell me, honey.”Oh, this guy can fucking shove it so far up his ass. Nothing I do with Daddy or Jareth is inappropriate. And I will not stand here and let anyone berate or question our relationship. No one. His blatant accusation flares my temper, blood boiling. But it doesn’t stop the color draining out of my face. I bite back like a rabid badger in a cage. “What the actual fuck, Rafe?” I drop my hands, snarling. “How fucking dare you.” The split second of shame that tugged in my belly roils into full-fledged defensive mode. “How dare you accuse my family of anything of the sort. You have no fucking idea what or who I see outside these walls. You do not know me or them, you vile prick. That clinic is for women’s health, you soulless wanker. And as for all that gossip? You can fuck right off because you don’t know jack shit. You sick bastard.”I storm out, heading for the break room, avoiding his clawing reach to stop me. Grabbing my belongings, I see Rafe chasing after me, and a few other volunteers peek their heads out to see what the commotion is. “Skylar, don’t run away. I can help you, honey. I can report them.”“I don’t need help!” I scream at him across the parking lot. “Fuck you, Rafe. And fuck your assumptions. Stay away from me, and I quit, asshole!”The gravel crushing beneath me sets my teeth on edge. His desperation hits me in waves, making my skin crawl as he moves closer. There is nothing to help. I’m not in danger. Why doesn’t he get that?“Let’s talk about this.” I don’t see charm or friendship. I see hate and bigotry and a whole dollop of misogyny. His frown looks permanent, and his ancient eyes search me as if he can see the answers he wants painted on my skin.Turning on my heel, “No. I am a grown fucking woman, and my father and brother are there for me because they’re all I have. And they are privy to my life. Not you. I quit. Asshole. Leave me the fuck alone.” Flipping him off, I stomp to my car and take ten seconds to breathe before driving recklessly.Bursting through the house's back door, I kick off my sneakers with a huff, pitching them across the mudroom and hitting the wall with a thud. I look up to find crinkling eyes, content in their greeting. Daddy fills the doorway to the kitchen. “What’s wrong, baby girl? I felt you coming before you even opened the door.”I run into him, letting his arms swallow me into an embrace and cup his cheeks. I kiss him hard, using my mouth and tongue to explore and take, instantly turning all of my anger into hot, untethered lust. For him. This wonderful man. This man who raised me, who loves me, who brings me more pleasure than I ever imagined possible.His cock thickens against my belly, meeting my kiss with as much enthusiasm. Dragging my mouth across his skin, a reckless ache blooms for his touch. “Fuck me, Daddy. Right here. Gimme that beautiful cock.”He says nothing, his actions precluding any words. Ripping off his shirt, I drag my tongue over his broad chest, and hard muscle meets my lips as I lick. His fingers are nimble and quick, shoving off my jeans, pulling my top off, and leaving me in my bra and panties. Squeezing my thighs, lifting me against him, I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles.Our kiss is frantic, swallowing one another’s moans for more. Plopping my ass on the counter, I shove his pants down. I reach between us and groan as my fingers grip. He’s velvet soft and hard as a rock. I squeeze and stroke, rubbing the bead of liquid from his slit. His voice lowers as he handles me without kid gloves. “Gimme that cunt, baby girl.” Pulling my thong to the side, rubbing his broad head against my clit, then he slides between my folds. We both watch as he stretches my entrance, pushing in with aching control and then pulling out slowly just to thrust fast and deep.The burst of pleasure kicks the butterflies in my stomach as he instantly fills me. I lick my lips, watching how his cock disappears. Each time he pulls out, his shaft glistens. “You like watching, Sky? You like watching Daddy fill your pretty cunt?” Out and in. In and out. “How bad do you want it, baby girl? You want me to fuck you like a righteous slut? Does my whore want it rough?”Always. Breathy, wanton moans shiver out of me. “Yes. Oh, God, Daddy. Fuck me. I want your cock so bad it hurts.”Lacing my fingers around his neck, gluing me down with his hands clutching my ass, he grunts in time with raging thrusts. Fast and furious. I welcome the bruises he’s going to leave behind. The wetness grows, and it becomes a slick and sloppy fuck as the frenzied endorphins soothe my aching need. I smile into our kiss, and he leaves me senseless. “You’re hot, baby girl. I love your pussy.” Sliding his hand between us, his thumb strokes my clit, sending me over an edge I hadn’t realized I was on. Crying out his name, shuddering against him. His muscles thread and bunch, growling deep in my ear, “Sweet fucking cunt.” Yanking my breasts out of my bra, his mouth is a bright ember, sucking one nipple after the other sending me into another wicked, earth-shattering orgasm. “Look at Daddy. Let me see that ecstasy.” Fighting the rolling back of my eyes from blood-curdling pleasure, I lock on him, letting him strip me emotionally bare.Never taking his eyes off mine as my pussy clenches and ripples around him. “Fuck.” Three driving thrusts, lungs sawing the air, his cock is steel before it throbs, pumping me full with his seed as I milk him. Resting his head on my shoulder, he chuckles. “I love my fucking life.” Keeping us locked together, he carries me up to his shower. Our mouths barely part the entire way, our teeth clack, and we laugh at ourselves. He gets me all soapy, washes my hair, and patiently waits me out, resting my head against his shoulder, deflating. “I quit the shelter. Rafe said he saw us, Daddy. Last week, outside the clinic, he accused you of awful things. I told him he was an asshole for suggesting anything horrible like that. Accusing you and Jareth of hurting me.” Angry tears sting my eyes, looking up to see his blurry face. Beneath my hands, he goes stiff with anger that is not meant for me. “Daddy, I know you love me. And I know you never did anything to me that I didn’t want. I’m so mad at him for making me feel ashamed. It was one breath that I felt, and I’m furious he did that.” My fists ball at his sides as he presses his lips to my temple.His fingers massage my shoulders as he pulls me closer. “Oh, my baby girl. I’m sorry.” There’s a long pause. “Did he say what it was that he saw exactly?” His rigid calm creates a vigil awareness as I feel his anger beneath my fingertips. The few times I’ve witnessed it, it terrified me, and I was grateful not to be on the receiving end.I shake my head. “He said that it looked incredibly inappropriate. And because it was at the clinic, he went straight to accusing you of hurting me. Like, like some monster. The last person you would ever hurt would be me or Jareth. I wanted to scream that it was none of his business. My choices, my decisions.” Relaxing my fists, feeling his sculpted shoulders. “I didn’t know how much I wanted this—needed this for all three of us. No one understands. No one will ever understand. Will they? You tried to tell me.”Cupping my face, his thumbs stroking, dragging along my bottom lip. He takes my mouth in a preciously sweet kiss. Full of promise, not stopping until we can no longer catch our breath.He’s hard again, pressing against my belly, and when he tries to turn away, I grip his eager cock and stroke, and he pushes against my palm. Kissing across his chest, I suck on his nipples, scratching the graying chest hair. “I love having your cock inside me, Daddy. I love being your baby girl.” Looking up at him through wet lashes. “I’m your slut. I enjoy every hard fuck as you force me into submission. And I love how in the middle of the night you make love to me, slow and tender.” He combs his fingers through my hair, twisting it around his hand and yanking my head back, exposing my neck. He licks up my throbbing pulse. “Jareth will be home soon.”He takes my mouth once more, tugging on my lower lip. “Then let’s wait, baby girl. Tonight, we take things up a notch.” He doesn’t say anything else about that. His mouth demands and searches, swirling my tongue with his. Running his nose along mine. “Forget, Rafe. Fuck anyone who thinks I would ever hurt my precious Skylar. Let him think the worst. Who cares. We’re adults. You can walk away any time you want. Any of us can.”“Never.” Pressing my ear to him, letting him hold me under the spray of the water as it washes away our sins. “Never, Daddy.”We finish our shower and wait for Jareth. I’m sprawled out naked, on my stomach, propped up on elbows, legs swinging back and forth. I feel a thousand times better than I did when I got home. “Go fish.” I giggle as I make Daddy draw from the messy pile of cards between us.“Ah.” He grins, showing the seven of spades and laying down another pair. I stick my tongue out at him.“Well, isn’t this the perfect sight to come home to?” Jareth hangs off the doorframe, freshly showered, looking like he’s been hit with a generous second wind. Pushing out of his sweats, I admire how his cock twitches, swinging like a ballast between his muscular thighs. I can’t keep from licking my lips and catching him staring at my mouth.Daddy yanks the cards from my hand and puts away the deck. “Get that sweet ass over here, son. Your sister needs some special attention tonight. From both of us.” I look between the two of them, and Daddy winks. “There’s sharing, and there’s sharing.”Jareth arches a questioning brow before a dark line draws it down. “You okay, Sky?” I nod. The flash of worry evaporates. He crawls onto the bed, rolling me over, pinning me down, and straddling my chest, rubbing his throbbing head around my lips. “Good.” Brushing my hair back and gathering it in his fist. “Then you’ll have no problem sucking your brother’s cock like a good sister should.”Sticking out my tongue, I flick it against his clean, smooth tip. He smells and tastes clean, and the musk that is undeniably him fills my lungs. “I love my brother’s cock. Especially in my mouth.” Batting my lashes flirtatiously.“Oh, I know you do.” He smiles, biting his lip and groaning as he draws back his foreskin and slides his pretty pink head past my lips.
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JARETHWe’ve tucked Sky into bed. I hate that she’s in pain, but it was her decision, and Daddy and I will support her in every way.But none of what is going on changes tonight’s plans. It’s always been Sky between Daddy and me, dominating her willing mind and body. After months of talking and teasing play, I’m giving myself over to him. It’s been one thing to say how badly I’ve wanted this and another to follow through. I don’t know why I´ve been scared. Even now, I’m shaking with anticipation, my nerves getting the better of me.After primping my hair, I freshen up, pulling on a fresh pair of lounge pants.I find him in the kitchen pouring us drinks, and he looks relaxed, wearing a pair of black sweats and shirtless, the same as me. The light plays beautifully off his olive skin, round, defined shoulders, and muscular back. I want to grind against him while digging my fingers into his hard flesh. On queue, as if he can hear my thoughts, he turns with a knowing smirk. I take the offered drink and run my hand through his dusting of chest hair, and his calloused hand cups my jaw. “You look…delicious.” I chuckle, shaking my head at his absurd observation. “Gorgeous. Just like your father.” Adding a wink only rushes more blood to my cock.I love this man. I can only wish to be so confident. But I can’t let him get away with it. Not that easily. “Ego much, Daddy? We all know who’s the better specimen.” I joke, feeling the sparking heat between us. He’s been away for a few days but told work under no circumstances that he would not be there for Sky with her medical appointments.And I’m relieved to have him here. Since our relationship has opened and intensified, he’s also looking slimmer and boxing less, losing the bulky muscle. Leaner. More cut and defined like me. And fuck, it is so damn sexy.Sliding his large, veined hand to settle at the curve of my back, thumb stroking, we clink glasses. Then he kisses my neck and the back of my jaw. My palpitations are breaking my chest open. “You ready to be fucked by a real man tonight, son?”Playing off my pounding heart, I glance over my shoulder. “There’s one here?” Glaring back at him with a smarmy grin.He doesn’t smile as he slides his fingers beneath the waist of my pants and grabs my bare ass, squeezing hard, yanking our cores together. His cock is long, and the pressing of it against mine calls forth all the blood. “Such a smart ass,” he says, nuzzling into my neck, licking and kissing my pulse, quickening it. He doesn’t let me go as we take long sips from our glasses. “So, this is how it’s going to go tonight.” He begins to lay the groundwork.I cup his jaw, interrupting him to draw his lips to mine. Before rules or plans, I just want to feel him. I find it strange to take a mouth shaped precisely like mine, sharp-edged, sculpted, and thick. His tongue masters mine, pushing, gliding. He’s eager to take me deeper, never letting me go or slipping from his grip.Johnathon Robert Kline. Daddy. Oh, but fuck, does he taste like a man: Autumn, smoky whisky, musk. We move across the open floor plan, taking our dance to the couch, finishing the contents of our glasses before he shoves me back and sprawls his thick, athletic body over mine. Linking our cores, grinding our clothed cocks together. I’m always amazed at his formidable control. One of the lessons Sky and I have learned over these months is who he is as a sexual creature as opposed to the man. Sometimes the pushover. The jokester. But he’s a shark. He knows exactly what he wants. And when he wants something, he takes it without apology. And right now, what he wants to take is me.And God, I want him to take it. This is long overdue. He’s been patient, waiting until I was ready. In the end, though, he wants it, so he’s getting it.While he licks and nibbles, arousing me with every tiny nip and suck, he shoves down my pants. He grips my cock, strokes, and I arch into his rough hand as he swallows my moan. “You ready for some bondage, baby boy? Daddy can’t wait to split your ass open.” And he means it. The most I’ve had are a couple of fingers. No plugs. I want only him, knowing it will hurt.His thumb skims my tip, rubbing the liquid bead around my head. “Mmmm, fuck, that’s nice, Daddy,” I say as I drag my teeth across his collarbone. “Yes. I’m ready.” The corners of his eyes branch, looking as fine as the wine he buys. It’s adding to the hard buzz I’m feeling from the alcohol. He grips tighter, and I grunt, shuddering in his hand, lifting my hips to chase the friction.Amusement flits across his face. “Baby boy likes it rough.” From him? Without a doubt.“Rough like this.” I groan as I shove my hand down his pants to grip his well-endowed, curved cock. I fist him tight and pump him base to head. His answering call clatters our teeth with a heated kiss that grows sloppy and out of control. We’re moaning and groping, unable to fill our cups. “Should we.” I pant against his chest, licking and flicking his nipples. “Go upstairs?”He moves down my body, taking my pants with him. Rubbing his stubble against my cock. I hiss, watching him draw his tongue up the dark vein from my base to tip and back, and then he pulls my entire sack into his mouth. The heat surrounding my balls is intense, and I shudder as he sucks. My throat tightens, breath catching as fire consumes me. He pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I suck hard as he pushes my leg up over his shoulder. I rake my fingers through his thick hair, shifting to give him better access as he uses his mouth. Barreling mixed sensations prick and skate my skin. His tongue does devilish things to my taint as he devours my ass. The cascading drum in the pit of my core rumbles like a storm.My heart throttles as he pushes a finger into me. Awe and determination, rasping, “I’m going to stretch you like the whore you are.” Pushing to his knees, smacking my rump, the sting is instant. My cock twitches eagerly for more. “Get upstairs, baby boy.”I’m a kid in a candy store, taking the stairs two at a time, his laugh not far behind me. Walking through the door, I see something new hanging from the ceiling. Thick chains support a black leather swing with leather cuffs hanging from various D rings and carabiners. Excitement zips up my spine. Thoughts not only of tonight but of the future with Sky. The hundreds of things we can do with her in this wonderful contraption race through my mind, and my cock aches for her sweet rapture. I grip myself and stroke lightly, walking to Daddy’s large bed and crawling to the center. I prop my head against a fist, stretched out, waiting for him to come to defile me in every way. His frame fills the door, and he leans against it casually, drinking another glass of wine and watching me.“You’re too fucking pretty for your own good.” He approaches the side of the bed I’m facing and pulls items out of the drawer. Systematically, he lays them out. A large metal silver butt plug shaped like a giant spade that I’ve seen him use on Sky. A thick cock ring, anal lube, throat desensitizing spray, a leather belt, and a red silk blindfold.“I told you I didn’t want a butt plug, Daddy.” I peer up at him, my face framed in disappointment.He pats me on the head like a puppy. “No one said it was for you, baby boy. Daddy wants to feel good, too.” Popping open a bottle of pills, he drops one into his palm and then swallows it down with the remainder of his wine. Picking up the butt plug, climbing to me. “Open your mouth, slut.”Energy nips at my body. I open my mouth wide, and he swirls it around my tongue, and I suck on it. Dripping lube on his fingers, he reaches back to rub his ass, then takes back the plug, inserting it into himself with slack-jawed pleasure and a small moan. “That’s better.” He sighs, rolling me onto my stomach. He spanks me like the naughty boy I am. Lifting my hips, slapping me again and again, knowing how badly I crave the pain. Each cheek flares, feeling the precious sting of his hand. Flipping me back over, he straddles my head and sits on my chest. “You’re a dirty tease and a slut.”I rub his thighs. “Just having fun, Daddy. I know you like it.”“Open,” commanding cooly, gripping my mouth open. I stick out my tongue, and he sprays the back of my throat multiple times. It’s the numbing spray we use on Sky to help her deep throat, primarily when we both use her on the same night.While the numbing agent takes hold, he slides down and wraps his mouth around my cock, swallowing it whole. I ram my head back on a pillow, lifting my hips. “Fuck, Daddy.” He’s bobbing and sucking me hard, fisting, then yanking me out the side of his mouth, popping off and licking my shaft. The sensations he creates with his firm mouth and stubbled face are nothing short of seduction. I could get hard a hundred times in a row to have him keep doing this. “Get in position slut.” He shoves my thighs up to smack my ass again. This time, so hard, my eyes tear up. I fucking love the pain. I lie across his bed, my head hanging off the edge. He fluidly moves, and his shaft bounces in the air. He’s a steel rod, and my mouth waters to wrap my lips around him.I’m sure he needs no aid in getting or keeping an erection. But I know he’s careful with his recreational use of the pill he took. He wants to fuck me long and hard tonight. He rolls on the cock ring, seating it tight to his base. Slapping his velvet-soft, rigid length against my face. “Give it to me, Daddy.” I open my mouth wide. He slides in nice and slow to wet his length. He tastes salty and clean. Delicious. I moan against his hilt when he sheaths, stretching my throat as I choke him down. Pain erupts as he roughly fists my hair, thrusting faster and faster, grinding against my face, choking me every chance he can, grunting from a primal place that I recognize—holding me down, choking the air out of me until I’m bucking. Over and over and over again.Every reprieve I get involves copious amounts of saliva dripping over my face and gulping for breath. He pulls us back onto the bed, straddling my head and trapping my arms. Gripping the back of my head, he buries his dock in my throat to fuck. “Yeah, slut. You fucking dirty whore. Suck that cock, you fucking sissy. I always knew you loved cock. Love your Daddy’s cock don’t you, slut? I’m going to do this to your pretty little asshole, you fucking whore. Ah, yeah.” Snarling, spitting on my face, rubbing it in with his thumbs. “My boy’s a whore for his Daddy. You’re my sissy, faggot, aren’t you?” Another thick glob of spit hits my eye, and he swipes it across my face. “Dirty cock sucking slut.”I’m so fucking turned on right now, my dick hurts. It drips with pre-cum, dying for attention. I love degradation and humiliation. The dirtier, the better. He knows it.He leaves me clawing for air as my head thunks back on the bed, and he smacks his saliva-coated cock against my face. “Next time, I’ll cum all over your beautiful face, faggot. Now. Get in the swing. Daddy’s going to rape your tight little hole.”The room is charged with more energy than I can handle. I never saw myself being such a little needy bitch or enjoying so severely debased. But from him, I am here for all of it. I revel in being mistreated and dominated by him. Because when it’s over, he takes better care of me than anyone else. All the awful words he hurls at me, he feels about himself, and I need to be the safe space for him. If he hates himself, I’ll replace it by loving him.Beneath all of it. I know how much he respects me. That’s why I need it like the drug it is.I pull myself up into the thick straps. They easily bear my weight as I get comfortable. My back and shoulders are supported while my ass hangs out in the open. Pinching my chin, lifting my wide gaze as he looks me over. “You with me, Jareth?”Mindful of where my head is at. I nod. “Yes, Daddy.”“Good boy.” It tickles as he grabs my foot, dragging his fingertip up my arch, and I jerk with a wide grin and chuckle. He smiles graciously and then sucks my toes. My eyes roll back as my semi-hard shaft refills with blood. Bending my leg back, he buckles a cuff around my ankle and clips me in. Doing the same with the other leg, I now understand what women feel like getting a gyno exam. Or what Sky feels like at her doctor’s. He cuffs my wrists back above my head.I’m spread wide and prone for his taking. Sweet anticipation has me licking my lips, my heart pounding as my chest fights against the shallow breaths.Standing, our cores flush, he fists our shafts together, rubbing our tips together with his fist. My head falls back, mouth slack. “Fuuuuuck.” Then my jitters flash as he lays the small leather belt over my chest. Not a belt. Not really. More of a long choker. He slides the thick black strap across my chest and then slaps it against the backs of my thighs. Spanking me until I’m panting, skin stinging with heat, my cock leaking like a fucking faucet. The entire time between the lashings. He works my asshole with a copious amount of lube. The strikes become more brutal, and the last two have a terrible snap. I cry out with an awful whimper. “Daddy.” It comes out breathy and needy. My reward is three fingers being shoved knuckles deep into my ass.I choke, gasping, clenching, and fighting the pain and fullness.“Mmm, my good baby boy.” Sliding his fingers out, a ripple of fear fills my chest. Gripping his cock, he presses his plush pink helmet against me. “You ready, Jareth?” He asks gently, rubbing a hand up and down my chest and stomach, appreciating my grooves and edges of muscle.Moaning, I shake my head. “Fuck. Oh god.” Then I nod, giving in to the way he’s staring at me like a true predator. “Yes, Daddy.”Penetrating slowly, I whimper like the sissy he knows I am. I want his cock buried deep in my ass, but I’m trembling all over, fighting the intrusion. He’s patient and tender. “Take a deep breath, pretty slut. I won’t rape you yet. That’ll be later.” I nod as he pets my chest. “Such a pretty little slut. My pretty son who fucks his sister.” I’m panting, mouth wide. Fighting the bonds is useless, but I still try. “Mmm, my cock loves your ass, Jareth. Tell Daddy how bad you want him to breed you.”I grapple for air, and the burn is too intense. Flames flare through me as his head probes in and out, and I mewl. “I want your cum to drip from my ass, Daddy. I need you to breed me like the slut I am.”He groans, pushing deeper, and I clench as if I could stop it. Stroking out, he can’t penetrate past my fear. His hand wraps around my cock, then it’s his mouth, and the distraction relaxes me. “We talked about this, baby. Don´t clench. Push against it.” The pressure mounts and I give in to his request, but suddenly, I feel too full. It feels like I need to take a shit, but not because I don’t have to. Fuck.He soothes and pets me. “That’s it. Take it, baby. Take your Daddy’s cock.”My eyes are going to bulge out. “Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck.” His fingers dig into my waist, and he uses the swing to slide my body up and down his shaft while hammering his hips into me.I gasp with short, sharp bursts as the underlying pain lasts only a few strokes. Intense, blood-thickening pleasure wraps itself around my limbs, curling around my chest. I surrender to the unbridled indulgence. Whines puff out of me, “Oh, ohh, ohh. Daddy, fuck, Daddy. Oh god, yes. Give it to me. I’m a dirty slut. Teach me, teach me to be your good boy, Daddy.”Bruising pinpoints dig into my hips as he pants. His raging, stiff cock stretches my asshole like he wants. Like I want. “You make your Daddy’s dick ache. You’re my naughty little faggot, Jareth. You make me so fucking hot for your ass.”“Yes, Daddy.” I feel dirty and wicked. Desire rakes down my skin like his eyes. “I’m your faggot. Fuck me, Daddy.”“You have the sweetest, tight little ass.” He pulls out, staring at the gaping hole, and then plunges in again. He does it several times before leaving me empty and thirsting for more. “You ready, baby boy?” I nod, every nerve firing, and my muscles shake uncontrollably.He wraps the choker around my neck, tightening it, the tail long, ready to be tightened. He unclips my ankles, bends my legs back further, and reclips the rings. Mouths, chests, his cock sheathed in my ass. Every point of contact of his sears into the memory of my flesh.Fanning fingers wrap around my shaft, and he strokes, maintaining lust-filled eye contact. He slides out and then plunges. “Fu- You’re so. Hard and deep.”“You make me hard, Jareth. Your pretty whore body. Teasing me. Enticing me.” Thrusting to the hilt, filling me perfectly, using my body to support his. “So fucking tight. Your body is so hard. Masculine. Virile. And you gave me your faggot cherry ass. Virgin ass that’s been begging for your Daddy.”It’s hard to ignore the statement. After everything we’ve done, letting him finally fuck me has been worth this fantastic, delightful humiliation.He's on me. In me. Grinding his hot breath on my neck, I strain to touch him. He smiles before my world goes black, and he blindfolds me. His kiss is hard and heavy. Our tongues tangle in heat, probing. All I can do now is feel. And I can’t bear it. It’s too much. “I want your cum inside me, Daddy, please,” I whine again as he licks and sucks my neck, bouncing my body over his shaft while jerking me off.He licks my ear, whispering, “I’m going to rape you now.” The leather stretches with a whine as he tightens it around my throat. I struggle for air as he pounds into me. My heart is ratcheting. A sliver of fear and I surrender to his trust.Tighter. Tighter.Blood rushes my ears, and deafening silence overtakes me.Tighter.His grunts are wicked and seething. His hand concentrates on my mushroomed head, filling his palm.I’m a giant nerve being used for nothing but the dominating pleasure of one man.Sublime pleasure and sensations with no name flow through me as I fight for air and find none. A word echoes down a long, dark hallway, rasping and vile. “Incestuous faggot.”All of my muscles seize, ejaculating harder than I ever have before. Thick, wet ropes hit my face—one after another. The belt slides away, and like drawing shades to let in the light, I find oxygen. Daddy is buried to his hilt, and I feel the heavy twitches as he pumps me full of his cum. Panting into my neck, gripping me so hard I’ll have to find excuses if someone asks about the bruises as his fingers replace the strap around my neck. It's tight, but granting me the air I need. His thumb digs hard strokes along the cable of my throat.The twitches of his cock go on and on, breeding me. Gritting through his teeth. “I’m going to plug my cum inside you. When I’m ready to go again, I’m using my cum to breed you again, fast and hard. You understand that you’re Daddy’s little rape toy tonight?”I barely nod, my voice gravel, “Yes, Daddy.” He quickly swaps his cock for a large silicon plug trapping all his cum inside me. Exhaustion swamps me. Chest heaving as a shiver runs through me, I try to recover from the most powerful orgasm of my life. My limbs hang limp as he removes my restraints and helps me to the bed.Daddy wraps the blankets around me tight. Twisting the cap off some water, he cups my head and helps me drink. “Slow sips, baby. Nice and slow. That’s it. Catch your breath.” He brushes his fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Jareth. I’m going to get Sky. I want her to help take care of you.” I open my mouth to protest and then give up. “She’ll want to be here for you. Besides, I promised her, okay?”I nod. The adrenaline wearing off makes the shakes worse. “Okay.” He feeds me a large square of dark chocolate and watches me finish the water before he leaves.Sky curls around me in a blink once Daddy gets me cleaned up. I don’t even register her voice and pass out while they’re talking.In the dead of night, I crack open an eye and find moonlight reaching through the window with soft tendrils. On my side, I watch Sky as she sleeps, tucking a strand of her hair back. I feel Daddy’s strong hands grapple my hips, pulling me to him and rolling me onto my stomach. The plug makes a slurping pop as he pulls it out of my ass and sets it aside. Climbing on top of me, spreading my legs with his knees, not saying a word, he notches his cock at my hole and thrusts deep with a grunt. I swallow the scream of pain as he rams in a second time with a muffled grunt. Pressing his lips to my ear, he says, “You’re mine to use. Always. Whenever I fucking want. Don’t you forget it.”I blink slowly, lifting my head to look at him in the dark. “Yes, Daddy,” I say with nothing but affection. He laces our fingers, our forearms layered, his face pressed to my neck. I watch Sky, oblivious, as Daddy drives with forceful grunts, filling me fast and hard, emptying into me with the promise he made earlier.Then he returns the plug snuggly inside me. I whimper against him, and he quiets me with slow, lingering, powerful kisses. “You can take it out in the morning. Go to sleep, baby boy. Daddy’s here to take care of you.” I roll to my side, and he pulls me tight, back to my chest. He snakes an arm around my waist, and I do the same to Sky.
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Jareth’s hips demand, taking his pleasure fucking Sky’s mouth as he pins her hands against the headboard. Rough gurgles pour out of her throat, and a devilish smile pulls at my mouth as I pull lube from the side drawer. Crawling to them, gripping Jareth’s neck and taking his mouth in a deep kiss, curling my tongue around his before sucking his bottom lip, tugging and leaving him wanting more with a harsh nip. “Hope your day was good, baby boy.”Closing his eyes, sucking on the lip I nipped, he doesn’t break stride, thrusting deep and choking Sky. “Good. You?”“Excellent. Better now that you’re here.” Kissing his powerful bunching shoulders, trailing my fingers down the rugged ridges of his stomach. Watching him fuck is a turn-on; feeling the pack of muscles tighten and work is an aphrodisiac. “Want some help, baby boy?”Jareth moans, “Mmm, sure, Daddy.” He slides out of her mouth and pushes right back in, cutting off his words and thoughts.I reach around, gripping his thick base, licking up his neck, and pumping his shaft as Sky works his head with her wicked tongue. Long and wrapping, slathering his head and forcing shivers out of him. “That’s it. Suck your brother’s cock. You love sucking his dick, don’t you, baby girl?”Wicked, glistening eyes smile as she nods. I coat my shaft in lube and straddle Sky’s waist, wrapping my arm around Jareth. Sliding my cock between his tight cheeks, finding home, and penetrating his tight little hole. He slaps my hip, clutching and hissing as I work my way deeper and deeper into the dark fist of his body. “Oh fuck, your ass is so tight. I’m going to make you cum in your sister’s throat, baby boy.”He clenches around me, and I see stars. I want to pound into him. To make my boy beg, but tonight is about their pleasure, not mine. It doesn’t take long to build the friction he needs, tweaking his hard nipples as Sky tugs his balls and sucks and lathes his head. I grip his base harder as his grunts turn to sharp pants and high whines. Every noise is erotic and perfect. I love knowing exactly when he’s going to blow his load. Jerking my hips faster, holding him in place, I sink to my hilt.As if holding a hot rock in my palm, the pulse of his cum shooting out brings intense pleasure as his ass clenches. Our chests rise and fall in unison. Sky trills, drinking him down in gulps, popping off his wet cock with a gasp. I ramp my hips faster, building the friction as the fluttering tingle emanates from my core. Pressing my head between Jareth’s shoulders, groaning. “She gets my cum, baby.” Pained to do so, I push him off me, dick in one hand. I pin his back, keeping him out of the way as I aim for Sky’s open mouth. Her pink pillow tongue is ready and waiting. Spurting quick, thick ropes to the back of her throat, I fill her mouth and cover her face. Grunting, driving my hips, fucking the air as I milk my cock.Breathing heavily, I spare a word, moving away. “I need to clean up. Jareth, put that tongue to good use and make your sister cum.” I give his ass a hard slap.I wash up and lean in the doorway, watching Sky grind against Jareth’s face, moaning and fisting his hair, trying to get him closer and deeper. Her breasts pressed between her arms, nipples cutting the air in time with her pants. The elation is met with a rawness as Jareth doesn’t let her go. His mouth consumes, gripping her hips and forcing her down. Her body seizes and shakes, coming all over his face.It's a gift having them in my life. That we’ve been given this. I hope they’ll appreciate everything I’ve put in place to move us from here to where we can be ourselves. I’d rather live with a small lie than hide and not live at all.Jareth and I pull our lounge pants on, Sky a sexy robe that barely covers her ass. We work like a fine-tuned machine to make dinner. Sky explains to Jareth what happened with Rafe. He’s silent for a time, mulling over emotions he needs to express but doesn’t quite know how, given this new terrain. He takes her hand, giving it a generous squeeze. Forbidding her, “You can’t go back there. Ever.”“We had that discussion, son.” His stern gaze slides to mine. “Because he could be a problem. I’d hoped to avoid something like this. But we were in public and not paying attention to our surroundings. I realize the circumstances are not ideal. So, I ask that you trust me to do what’s best for this family.”They nod, simultaneously saying, “We trust you.” The stereo of their voices, still laden with innocence, makes me smile.I lay out my plan for our future and watch the nuances in their expressions as they process. There is a seed of doubt that they’ll say no, leaving me behind. But they are who they are, and don’t let me finish before agreeing. “We trust you, Daddy. Always.” Sky’s gentle fingers trace the small of my back, leaning her head against my shoulder.Jareth looks at Sky, and an unspoken conversation passes in their eyes. It’s fascinating and unnerving.She runs her fingers around my waist, palming my cock, and it instantly responds. “How can I thank you for taking such good care of us, Daddy?”I close my eyes and lean into her firm touch as Jareth takes my hand, and we palm his cock together. He’s hard and ready for me to control him. To control them both. I draw an invisible line down Sky’s chest, parting her robe, sliding open the tie, and exposing her round, heavy breasts. “It’s time I fucked your ass while your brother fills your tight cunt. No more plugs, baby girl.”Jareth bites his lip, leaving my hand behind to grope his sister’s breast, licking around her nipple before sucking her deep into his mouth. She’s nervous, licking her lips before biting and tightening her mouth. But she knew this day was coming. And I made Jareth promise that it was my cherry to pop. She’s trained enough. I want to fuck her with him properly.Grabbing the troublesome lip with my thumb, I pull it free. “I’m not in the mood for pussy. And I already had your brother today. And as nice as his ass feels, I want yours, baby girl.” Cupping her chin, forcing her fluttering gaze as Jareth awakens her body with need. “You won’t deny me. I’ll take it. How nicely is up to you? I’ll make it hurt if I have to, Sky.” I roughly rake a hand through Jareth’s hair. “Will you like it as rough as your brother, I wonder? Will you be a little whore for your Daddy’s cock when I fuck your ass? Just like he is for me?” Cupping her pussy with my free hand and finding her sufficiently wet. Whispering harshly, “Has he told you yet? How he’s mine to rape? About how much he likes it?” I slide through her folds and shove two fingers in, and she makes a lovely sound from deep in her chest.Jareth cups her cheek, brushing his lips over hers before taking mine. He tastes like mint and cherries. Sky’s lips part for me next, and she tastes the same but somehow lighter. “I want to feel her cum around my cock, Daddy.” He groans, his mind already there.Each of us takes one of her hands and we lead her to the bedroom.
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Daddy’s phone won’t stop ringing. He curses under his breath, apology in his eyes. “It´s not work.” It isn’t the typical ringtone that his phone is set to. He curses again, reading the screen. “I have to take this.”Jareth and I watch him disappear down the hall, turning into his office. “Cam? What’s going on?” That is all we hear before being shut out.We wait in his room, lying toe to toe and nose to nose, letting our fingers dance together. Twenty minutes later, Daddy comes in and quickly dresses. “I have to see a friend. It’s an emergency. I’ll be back, but not until late. Get some rest.”“Be careful,” Jareth adds before Daddy is out the door again.Rolling to my stomach, I rest my cheek on my arm. “I hope everything is okay. He’s been like this before.” Jareth has a look in his eye. I hate the feeling that he knows more than I do. “Tell me, Jareth. Everything you’ve hidden from me. Why did he talk about raping you? And you know where’s gone off to. I don’t like feeling like this.”“Like what?” His hand smooths down my back and settles in the slight curve above my ass.I sigh. “Like you both are trying to protect me from something. I’m not innocent here. I’m fucking my twin brother and my father. I had to get a fucking abortion. I’m not sheltered, and you two are keeping me in a glass cage. Are you afraid I won’t like it?”Jareth rolls to his back, scrubbing his hands over his face and exhaling what sounds like a weighty burden. “I enjoy being used, Sky. I permit it. If he wants me, he can take it. Take me wherever and whenever he wants. If I want it to stop, I have a safe word. But the thing is, I never have. I’m not sure I ever will. It’s more than rough sex. It’s… degrading. He calls me things that force me to feel ashamed. Things that I know make him feel ashamed about himself, about us. It’s an outlet to put all the things we hate about ourselves. For wanting to fuck one another. And you. A way to vent without hurting anyone else.”“Where have you done this, if not here?”He shrugs, rolling back onto his side and propping his head up. “In the car. He’s forced me to suck him off. When I’ve been out with friends, I’ll get a text telling me to meet him outside, or he’ll grab me, like when we went to Tommy’s party a couple of months ago in their laundry room.” He doesn’t need to read my mind with the layered emotions shone there. “I like it, Sky.”My nail digs into the seam of the pillowcase, my thoughts meandering and circling back again and again. “Is that something you or he wants with me? Is that why he brought it brought it up, you think?”The warmth of his hand against my face is gravity, and I lean into it. His mouth is over mine in a breath, demanding not with urgency but power and heat. Shifting over me, my body reactive with instant need, spreading my legs, his hips pressing us together. The hard silken touch of his cock drags across my center, and the soft moan that rattles out of me gets swallowed with his.His cock slides in, and I can’t hold back my biting gasp. Fanning my fingers with his, then twisting them together. Driving hard and slow. Fucking me like a loud, lapping tide. “If you want it, Sky, we’ll do it. It’s your decision. It’s fantasy—a powerful one. You have to really want it. Wanting to be violated without permission. Because that’s what it is.”I take his words to heart. Not the words themselves but the tone. The seriousness to understand the implications. “Love me, Jareth. Love me like no one else can. Love me.”Pinning my arms with his, jerking his hips, the play of emotions part his perfectly sculpted mouth. “I do love you, Sky. More than anyone.” The friction of his pelvic bone keeps hitting my swollen clit, building me up. Layer upon layer of tight desire. “Cum on your brother, baby.” He’s fighting with me. That precipice grows narrower with every stroke.The tide overtakes me. Drowning from pleasure is the best kind of death. My body bows and clenches, and Jareth thrusts, our cries braiding together as I milk his seed. Our strangled exhales regulate, and right before sleep takes me, Jareth pulls out, wrapping me tight. I wake feeling fuzzy and tingling, reaching out to find the mattress warm but empty, where Jareth should be. Daddy’s arm tightens around me, cupping my breast, plucking my nipple like a harp string. I hum a note of content. His yawning groan presses his very rigid cock against my thighs. His hips are alive, stroking my wet seam as he opens me, wrapping my thigh over his hip.There’s a heartbeat in my womb that belongs to him. Jareth for dinner. Daddy for breakfast. I love my life. His hand traces down my stomach, notched in my entrance, stretching me around his head. We groan together as he penetrates slowly. “My baby girl is wet for her Daddy.” His wicked exhale tickles my throat. “Did I wake you, daughter? I’m sorry.”He’s not sorry. I don’t want him to be. Pushing back my hips, I run my fingers through his hair, grappling his neck. “I belong to you. Making you happy, mmm, gods, matters, Daddy.”“That’s right.” Tipping my face back, taking my mouth in a rugged, hungry kiss. His hand is everywhere, squeezing, groping, possessing me. An orgasm erupts as he pinches my clit, swallowing my hapless cry. His throat is still coated with sleep but dark nonetheless. “Get on your stomach.” I obey, and he starts kissing along my shoulders and down my spine, a trail of forget-me-nots. Lifting my hips, he spreads my cheeks and inspects my ass. I can’t hide the blush circling my cheeks and bury my face in the pillow. His tongue is wicked, swiping over my ass and tasting me. My fingers dig and clutch the sheet.My ribs feel too tight as he delves two fingers into my soaking pussy, working my clit again with his thumb. Tiny gasps rock out of me as I push against his probing tongue. The coils tighten in my womb, desperate, pushing me higher until I can’t hold on. My moan is muzzled in the mattress.“You going to be good, baby girl?” The lube tingles with warmth as he spreads it around my hole. I feel flush, heat piercing the tips of my ears. My entire body is on fire.Nodding, exhaling more than answering, “Yes, Daddy.” I want him. Inside me. Taking me like neither has before. I want to feel what they feel when they fuck each other. I know it isn’t the same, but I don’t care. I’m so ready. I will never get enough. I want them filling, fucking, taking my needy, throbbing body. I ache for their constant touch. Their approval makes me heady. Turning my head, I meet his devouring eyes. “Give it to me, Daddy. Please. Fuck my ass.”“Hands above your head.” I grip the headboard. “Love how you obey.” His appreciative hand glides down my back. The tip of his broad head feels too big as he presses slowly, stretching, unable to hold back my loud keen. Hitting a barrier, I start panting, cutting out the light screwing my eyes shut, and taking shallow breaths as his fingers brush my spine. “Just like a plug, baby. Push back and open for your Daddy.”I’m a sycophant when it comes to him and Jareth. I trick my body into accepting his gift. His fingers tender, stroking my hips, and he sinks, covering my body entirely with his. The weight of him was a blanket of hard muscle. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Too much.” It burns and stretches, and my fingertips throb with fullness. Like my blood will burst out of me to make room for him. I have no control as my body trembles and shakes.He pulls out and pushes back in. “Nice.” Driving and grinding his hilt against my cheeks. “Jesus fuck, Sky. Your asshole is tighter than your pretty little cunt.” In and out.In.Out.In.Out.Even if I could open my eyes, I wouldn’t see anything with pleasure overtaking me. Gliding his hands down my arms, circling just above my elbow, he angles his body enough that I can take a deep, shaky breath. The onslaught he delivers, I know, is but a morsel of what he does to Jareth. I am the bounty, how he plunders—shoving his thighs between mine, lifting and pulling me back over his shaft, slapping his full balls against my wet slit. The pressure and heat are licks of brimstone up my skin. I feel my body slick with sweat as he pounds into me.Rough, lewd, choking grunts vibrate through me. I don’t know if they belong to me or him. Perhaps both. My throat is raw. And fuck if it doesn’t feel spectacular. His strokes are jagged and without rhythm. With a frustrated groan, he pulls out, and hot ropes of cum paint my back. Two. Three. Four. Then he shoves back inside me, spilling the rest of his seed, pressing hard kisses to the back of my neck.“You look pretty with my cock in your ass. Sound like a little slut taking your Daddy.” There’s something prideful in his chuckle. “You get that, Jareth?”“Yes, Daddy.” Jareth sets his phone on the dresser. His smile lights up his sparkling eyes. “Good morning, beautiful. I made you breakfast.”I push to my elbows, frowning at him. “You recorded that?” Angling back to see Daddy’s satiated smile. “Without my permission?” Anger flares, replacing all the delicious endorphins.Daddy slaps my ass, and the sting is hotter than any spanking I’ve ever been dealt. “Don’t be a brat. And don’t act like you didn’t know.”My stomach sinks, color draining from my face. “But I didn’t. What are you doing with them? And don’t either of you dare say spank-bank.”The smack of my other cheek radiates through my entire body. Tears sting my eyes. “I told you not to be a brat, Skylar. I will put you over my fucking knee.”It’s too hard to swallow the hard lump in my throat. But I didn’t know and want to dig in my heels. It’s safer not to. If I want answers, I have to be calm. “Yes, Daddy.” Casting my eyes anywhere but at them. “I’m sorry.”Jareth sits next to me; with a warm washcloth, he cleans up my back and tucks my long strands from my face. I swallow the urge to shove his hand away, but fear of a proper spanking that would leave me unable to sit for a week keeps me in check. “Faces blurred—voice modulating. No one has any idea.” He scans my face, drawing me in for a hug while Daddy washes in the bathroom.As calmly as possible, I make my point. “A conversation needs to take place for me to know. One where you have my undivided attention. When did I agree to this? You both know I listen to music when cleaning around the house. And that I,” shrugging a shoulder, “zone out sometimes.” I want to be interminably livid. But we don’t have a normal relationship, and the budding exhibitionist in me may be a bit curious. I do get off on it when one of them watches while the other one fucks me. Holding their hot gaze, turned on and impatient, knowing they can’t do anything but ogle while jerking off.“I won’t tolerate bratty behavior in my house.” There’s something detached from Daddy’s demeanor that drops the temperature of the room. Pimples cover my skin, and I shake, wanting to pull the blankets over me. He calmly sits on the bed. The firm grip on my wrist is all the warning I have as he hauls me over his knee. His disappointment is simmering. “Count.”He palms my ass, smoothly rubbing it as if admiring my ass. But my chest aches. “I didn’t know. I’m not trying to disappoint you. I’m sorry.” Ragged breaths stumble out. “Daddy, I’m.”I’m left gasping as biting pain surges through my veins as his hand comes down.He fists my hair, yanking my eyes to fall on Jareth, who has moved to sit patiently in the chair. His hand moves to his crotch. His eyes dart to Daddy’s, and he frees his cock, pushing off his bottoms. He’s steel the moment Daddy’s hand comes down. He starts jerking off. It’s like they can read my mind. And I hate and love them for it.Daddy’s voice is tempered with another yank of my hair. “I said. Count.”Feeble, air entwines my words. “One.” Another gentle rub, and then tears spring with the next upswing of his hand.
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“T-two.” Again. Again.Again.Twelve strikes of equal, grueling punishment. Lifting his knee higher, exposing my folds, the thirteenth and final centers on my pussy. He rubs his fingers along my seam. “So. Fucking. Wet. Tell me you don’t like getting punished, baby girl.”I am dripping. This must be why Jareth likes to be punished by Daddy. It’s impossible to ignore the craving need.“Your sister deserves a reward. A gift from her loving brother?” Daddy dips a long finger in, up to his knuckle. I bite my lip, humming a moan as he sucks off my arousal. “Tastes like sunshine.”Eyes that covet and relish my pain meet mine, and Jareth’s chest grows heavy. Daddy guides me to my feet as Jareth approaches, grabbing my wrist and spinning me around—my back to his heaving chest. Licking the outer edge of my ear, his unsteady exhales trickle down my neck. “Give me your other hand.” I obey, and he manacles my wrists with his large hand and phenomenal grip. Bowing my back, he slides his cock between my thighs, coating his length.Daddy moves around us, phone in hand, recording everything. Slapping my breast, knowing how it turns me on more.My eyes flutter closed at the sinful pleasure of feeling my brother between my legs. The ache in my pussy wars with the hot pain of Daddy’s handprints searing my ass. He kicks my feet wide; his knees dip as he forces me onto my toes. Ask anyone, and they will tell you that Jareth is gentle and caring. And when he makes love to me, it is better than anything I could have ever dreamed.But not now. Not this. No. That Jareth does not exist. He thrusts with a snarling groan. Forcing his thick cock into the tight angle he’s pinned me into. Locked in position, he fucks as if I am nothing but a place to dump his frustration. His muscles are strung tight threads, slapping my thighs, driving my hiccupping, short groans out of my full throat as he takes his pleasure. Fast. Hard friction. The crown of his cock rubs so perfectly. The power with every thrust, I feel my pleasure yearn for release.Driving up, his feral growls and hot pants singe my ear as he releases my hands, wrapping his arms around my waist, holding us flush as he drains his balls with his twitching cock. Nuzzling into my neck, fingers kneading my body, and kissing my jaw. “Taking your punishment like a good sister always should.” His arms tighten, and I cling to them.Daddy cups my chin, kissing me lightly. “When we discussed it, I realize now, was when you told us you were pregnant. So, I admit, perhaps you weren’t in the frame of mind to ingest what was being discussed. It took you time to tell us; you probably weren’t thinking about anything else. Let alone being engaged in the decision. But turning your ass pink and turning your brother on like that was a beautiful sight. Tell me you didn’t enjoy that, Sky.”We can talk about it later, I decide. As I drop my head to his chest, he takes my weight, pulling me into his lap. “Is your friend okay, Daddy?”There’s something sentimental in his eyes, his sweet smile pushing ever so slightly at the corner of his mouth. “He is. Thank you for asking, baby.” He seems to want to say more, but then he doesn’t. I’m not sure if it makes me uneasy or not.
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Sky waits a couple of weeks before asking about the videos, and we rehash everything we thought she already knew. She lies across our laps, engrossed in all our wicked copulations. Biting her lip, looking sexy as hell, she watches a blindfolded version of herself. Daddy slowly stripped off her lace bra and mini skirt, fingering and eating her out until she cums with uncontrollable force, squirting all over his face before he laps it all up. Then taking her in a powerful, delirious fuck, coming all over her face before scooping it all up with his cock and feeding it to her.Her eyes slide to his, and he squeezes her thigh, his fingers brushing lightly over her mound. “I love when you cum like that, baby girl. You taste delicious and ripe every time.”She gasps, pointing to the number of views. “Holy shit.”I grin down at her. “I told you. They love it.”“The one with the most likes is this one.” He hovers the mouse and clicks. “A few cheerful comments approving of the way I’m telling you to swallow your brother’s cock while you ‘delightfully took your Daddy’s dick like a good slut’.” He chuckles with another wink. His mouth slants, his thumb stroking down her cheeks.She blushes a sweet, rosy pink and sighs, shifting slightly; I catch the sliver of her parting legs. “Do you have to go to work this weekend, Daddy?”He closes the laptop, lifting her legs to turn and face us. “The end of this month is it. I turned in my resignation letter to the partners.”My jaw is on the floor, brows stuck high in shock. “It’s really happening.” He nods.Shaking his head, his throat bobs, and jaw twitches. Locking eyes with each of us, “I can’t keep us safe here anymore. I hoped to wait longer, but after Rafe’s accusation, it’s a matter of time before others start asking, accusing us of doing awful things. I have friends, but they can’t keep others from looking the other way much longer.”It dawns on me. All these friends. He told me about his friend Cam and his daughter when we began my paddle sessions. I hadn’t realized the extent or network of the connections.Looking down at Sky, stretched out between us, her milky skin glowing. He draws a path with his finger from the tip of her chin down to her clit. “It takes an iron will not to touch you when we go out. To steal private moments in public. To feel your lips against mine whenever I want.” He sighs. “Both of you.” There’s an intense longing, a sadness in the slight angle of his mouth. “I have friends who are like us. One of them will help with new documentation. Skylar, you’ll take your Mama’s maiden name, Hyland. And Jareth can drop Kline, use Maxwell as his surname.” I can’t hide my skepticism, and he sees it. It feels too big and impossible. He cups my face, and I hold him there, sinking against his palm. He’s scared. We all are. I see it, the vulnerability. I feel it and hear it when he fucks me, and for some reason, it makes me appreciate him more. “We can thrive on our terms and no one else’s.”Taking Sky’s hand, he presses a kiss to her palm. “I promised to protect you both. ”Fresh panic takes hold in my chest, squeezing hard. “Our friends. What do we say?” I ponder.“Son. Friends you’re forced to lie to when they try setting you up on dates. Friends you lie to when you say you love your sister. Unable to tell them that you’re in love.” He arrogantly grins. “Friends, you can’t gloat to when you want to brag about how you love when I ride your ass, making you cum like a fucking fountain.”The grin fades, and he scrubs a hand over his face and then rakes through his thick hair. “I want to hold your hand, kiss you for no reason, and not let go. I don’t want to hide. You and Sky deserve more. We all do.” The pregnancy of his pause jolts me with worry.I shake my head and chuff. “You have a place in mind, don’t you?” He narrows his eyes, and it’s easy to follow the path.Sky’s fingers crawl up his arm, pulling him to cover his mouth with hers. She licks her lips, tasting him. “I overheard you a few weeks ago. I thought it was a work trip. But then you mentioned selling the apartment in the city.” Sky turns her hand in his, fingers squeezing his palm. I recognize the curt tone of his nod. Leave it to my straight-laced sister to break the rules. She’ll receive a proper paddling for eavesdropping. “You know how I feel about listening to uninvited conversations, Skylar.” Even I can feel the hard drag of his eyes travel her body. “What am I going to do with you, baby girl? Have I not reddened your ass and fucked you hard enough yet?” He pushes up her shirt, and I finish pulling it up and off, stretching her out like a cat. Tonguing her soft belly up to her breasts, sucking her pink peaks, lathing each one.” His eyes dart up to mine, and the invitation goes to my dick. “Do you have to leave for the studio soon, or can you join me?”I grope her lonely breast, pinching her swollen nipple between my fingers and drawing out a moan as she arches. Her long lashes kiss the tops of her cheeks. “I’ll watch.” I’d rather take my time, but I can easily nut one out all over her pretty face.“Good enough.” He continues up her chest and throat to her open mouth, sucking on her lip before popping off. My cock strains against her back.As much and as often as I enjoy bedding my sister, there’s something that gets me wickedly hot under the collar watching Daddy fuck her. It doesn’t matter if it’s harsh punishment, fast and frantic, or making love slow and smooth. He makes her moan in ways I don’t. Abusing her with his beautiful, thick cock. I have no issue being forced to sit aside, tending to myself as he enjoys his spoils. He has more than earned it. And it translates just as equally when he fucks me. Tying me down, turning me into a whimpering, needy bitch. Begging for him to fill my guts with his cum.I’ve been thinking. Since she came to us in tears, not ready to have a baby. I think Daddy should be the one who plants his seed first. I know he wanted another child. I‘d love to give him the opportunity. Maybe I can convince her once we’re free. Sky has always dreamed of having a family. We can give her all the babies she wants. Raise them with the same love, guidance, and understanding he gave us.Cupping her mound, rubbing his fingers in her swollen pussy lips, he smiles up at me. “Oh, baby boy.” Swirling his tongue around and around her taut, long nipple. “You can be late. Let’s take this little eavesdropping slut upstairs and stretch her pussy with our cocks. Let’s make her moan for both of us, baby boy. Jerk off and cum all over her pretty face and tits later. I’d rather feel your hard heat against mine, being fisted inside her walls. Let’s pump her full of cum. Practice breeding her. Together.” Pushing two fingers inside her, the wetness laps at his digits. “Isn’t that what you want, Sky? You want your Daddy and brother to hurt and stretch your tight cunt with our thick dicks. You like the pain, don’t you? We’ll make you take it all at once. Wear your little slut body out.” Clear, concise statements. Not questions. He’s telling her what will happen, telling both of us.And because I’m me, I follow his commands like a loyal son. Pushing to my feet, I haul Sky over my shoulder. A spattering of giggles follows her loud oof. “The playroom, Jareth. I’ll be there in just a minute.”With two fingers, saluting him, I take the stairs two at a time and turn right instead of left into his bedroom. The makeshift playroom has a spanking bench and leather sex swing, along with drawers full of toys, paddles, and various handcuffs and lubes. Tossing Sky onto the bed, ensuring she bounces into the middle. She arches like a cat again, rolling to her stomach, propping her head up to watch me.“Shouldn’t you text work, Jareth?” She winks.“Worry about yourself and what we’re going to do to you.”A soft laugh. “I am.”I text Rachel and Mike and toss my phone aside, then strip off my shirt and pants, freeing my hard-on. It bounces and points straight at her, and she licks her lips. I fist my shaft for her. “See something you like? You’re an insatiable minx, Skylar.” She nods with a hum. “You love it. Love being touched in all your pretty holes. Fucked by your Daddy and brother.” Blinking slowly, enticing me closer with a crooked finger. I crawl over the bed. Each brush of skin crackles with heat as I hover, gently lowering. Every point of contact is a surge of sexual fusion. Calf. Thigh. Hips. Chest. Shoulders. Lightening in a bottle. Grinding my erection in the tight crack of her ass, she tips her head back, and I take her mouth in a long, delving kiss. My tongue slides against hers until she’s pliant. Fuck foreplay. If she isn’t wet enough, she will be. Reaching between us, I spread her legs with my knees and angle my cock slipping between her folds, notching into her entrance. Pumping and thrusting, her tight heat surrounds me as I flex my hips, probing deeper.Breathing heavily into her neck, sliding my hands between her and the mattress, cupping her breasts as I pin her down, chest to back. The tantalizing slide of her walls tickles my length as I pull out to my tip before plunging back in with a thundering grunt. “You make me so fucking hard, Sky.” Her fingers reach back, forking my hair. She sounds desperate for attention, my wicked, needy twin sister. “I want to force you to cum.”“Don’t ever want you to stop trying.”Kissing her again, licking the raging pulse of her throat, I love her body with long, punishing thrusts before Daddy joins us. I wish I could make fucking her my full-time job.
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Meeting Nico Riggatto at the sex club I frequented in the city has been more than fruitful. He and the others have helped me understand my desires for Sky and Jareth. Nico introduced me to Cam. They taught me how to dominate and top Jareth when he wanted to follow through on his urges for Sky. Eventually, they introduced me to the rest of the pack.We’re rarely all able to get together, but when we do, it’s a weekend-long orgy at Louis’s in the city or at Cam’s in California. Like-minded souls share stories and concerns, carefully vetting who gets into the inner circle. The pack officially formed after we found a guy trying to get in Cam’s good graces and had been grooming his daughter. He was abusing her in every way and was thankfully caught trying to pimp her out to us. She’d only just turned fourteen.I was sick on the spot when they told me. I might be okay with incest, but they sure as hell will be adults deciding for themselves.Ricky worked the case. He was having an affair with his stepdaughter. She busied herself swallowing down his cock while he told me their story. “She came home that first spring break. The moment her mom left, this slut stripped down right there. Me, I’m getting hard staring at her perky tits and dark bush. She crawled into my bed and said I’m legal now, Daddy, and I want to be fucked by a real man, not a little boy.” He shrugged his shoulders, grinning at Nico and me. Kimmi licked up his shaft, smiling up at him. Staring down at her, pushing her back down, groaning, “Gotta give a baby girl what she wants, right? So I shoved her on her back and railed her cunt, popping her cherry like the sweet little dessert she is.” He bites his lip, taking a shuddering exhale. “Don’t make me cum yet, baby.”Last year, his wife found them fucking in the kitchen when she should have been going out of town. Cancelled flight. Bad timing. He’s divorced, and he and Kimmi have a little boy, and they got engaged at her graduation.My conscience was settled when we discovered that guy had been made into a pin cushion waiting to post bail. Grousing into a glass of whiskey, “I might have thought about Sky and Jareth when they were sixteen or seventeen, but I couldn’t fathom touching them. No fucking way. There are lines, man. Hard fucking lines.” I told Jack, the newest member of our group. His daughter Jynx was a petite twenty-year-old who had recently transitioned. We were more than welcoming to her.Shelley, Cam’s daughter, was busy getting double-teamed by Louis and him. Paul, Louis’s son, straddled my lap. He was pretty, with sculpted cheekbones that could cut paper. He sported blue hair, dark eyeliner, and hard edges of muscle beneath his crop top. When he wasn’t bartending, he was Louis’s submissive in every way. He ran his hands over my chest and up into my hair. He’d just finished sucking Nico off. Kissing up my throat, “You’re a good Daddy, Mr. Kline.”“Am I?” I fisted his hair, yanking him back to kiss down his corded neck, feeling his erection press into my stomach.Ricky grunted, his daughter slurping over his cock. “You’re a good man, John. We’ve all had that war in our heads. You respect your babies. Make yourself feel better.”Paul smiled, unzipped my jeans, and stroked me to life. “Fuck that prime piece of meat in your lap, John. If you don’t, he’ll pout, and then his Daddy will be forced to punish him.”Louis raked the back of my hair and stepped around to his son. “He likes being punished, don’t you, baby boy?” Louis chuckled, stroking his throat, taking Paul’s mouth in a demanding kiss. “Mr. Kline appreciates a tight ass, Paul. Be a good boy for him.”I should have said no, but he was so fucking pretty, and I couldn’t have Jareth. He was still seventeen and untouchable. I bent Paul over the couch, appreciating the cute assless briefs he was wearing, and fucked him until he was a whimpering mess. That same night I fucked Shelley while Jack’s daughter, Jynx, fucked my ass, filling me with her very thick, very hard cock.I tuck away the memory.Grabbing my burner phone, I quickly text Nico.J: Depositing $ now. How’s your B.G.?I wait for a response, and a video attachment comes through. His cock sinks into the bright pink cunt of his dark, olive-toned daughter. She’s a few months older than Sky, but Nico is fifty-five instead of my forty-three. Her hips are wide, and her tits are big with dark long nipples bouncing against his thrusts. She’s sucking on a lollipop and smiling at the camera. Her thick, wavy black hair fans out like a dark sun. His deep, thick voice overlays the slapping of their fucking. “You remember my friend J, baby? Tell him how much you like your Daddy’s Big D, Tiff.” She reaches down to feel him push and pull as he stretches her cunt. Her voice is small, like a baby doll’s. “Mmmm, love my Daddy’s monster dick and when he accidentally cums inside me. Come play, J. Daddy likes sharing.”N: My B.G. is being satisfied. And your B.G. & B.B.?J: waiting and probably fucking w/o me there. Can you push up the timeline?N: two days you can pick up. You have to have a taste when you get here. BrotherJ: She does look sweetN: she is. If only her Mom tasted just as sweetIt won’t hurt. A blood pact is a blood pact—something I’ll need to explain to Sky and Jareth.I pull off my shirt and unbutton my pants, ascending the stairs. Finding Jareth sprawled over Sky, hips rolling, both moaning, blood rushes lightning-quick straight from my brain to my dick. A twinge of ache pulls in my balls as lust fills my lungs with a heady, deep inhale. The sweet, musky scent of sex. Of them. So beautiful the way they move. “You warming that pussy up, Jareth?” Pushing to his elbows, his hips don’t stop as he smiles at me, and my cock pushes out of my placard. “You make her cum?”His face turns that of pleasurable pain, driving his cock deep. “No. Unh. Edging her. Her punishment. Listening in. Unh. Telling me and not you.”Watching his ass flex with every drive is art. I want to take a bit out of him. I groan with approval. “Good boy.” Fisting my length, I cup my balls, massaging them. “Let me see it. Build her up, make her whine like a bitch.” I revel in his delving strokes. Her cream coats his dick, white and glistening. Lifting his hips as he drives, rubbing that sweet spot deep inside her. A place my natural curve caresses perfectly when I fuck her in that position.A low purr rattles my throat as Sky pants, her fingers clutching at the sheets. Begging. “Oh God. Right there. Please. Don’t stop. Daddy, please. Let me cum.” Two pitches higher in her gasps, and Jareth pulls out of her, trapping his cock between their bodies. She’s writhing for release, near tears from the empty torture.I approach the bed, gripping my base. “Suck on me like good little sluts. Both of you.” Jareth, already on his knees and closer, licks my underside with a wide flat tongue, and I suck air through clenched teeth. Swirling around my head, wrapping his lips around me, sliding down. “Fuck, you did always love sucking on your pacifiers.” His bright eyes look up at me through dark, thick lashes.Cupping the back of his head, Sky moves, taking my sac into her mouth, tonguing my balls gently, her suckles loud and wet. Tiny sparks set fire to desire. Closing my eyes, dipping deeper, feeling the back of his throat as he swallows me whole. I hold him there, kneading his neck. “Mmm, good boy. Just another minute, fuck, you feel good.” The muscles of his throat constrict around me, fluttering. “Good slut.”Releasing him, he pulls off with a pop, and I make them switch. Sky’s throat is tighter, and I pump into her, loving the struggle and fight she puts up. “I know this makes you wet.” She hums when I let her go. Webs of thick saliva stretched between her mouth, chin, and my glistening shaft.I take the center of the bed, pulling Sky into my lap, straddling me on her haunches. Skin dewed with sweat, she looks like a goddess. I rub and grope up and down her thighs while jockeying with her tongue in a ravaged kiss. Jareth supplants wet kisses across her shoulders. “We’re going to worship and punish your body, Skylar.” I huff out, catching my breath as I guide her rocking hips, hugging my shaft with her pussy. She licks her lips and nods. I cup her nape after sweeping her silky hair back off her shoulders, flitting my tongue over each erect nipple. She tastes salty. Smells like apricots and sex. “Stretch your little cunt while you fist us together, cum all over us.” Kissing across her chest, fighting for oxygen, it rapidly rises and falls. She’s so turned on and hot that she might combust.Gripping my cock, Jareth guides her over me, sliding me through her warmth. She writhes to reach orgasm, rubbing against my crown. He wraps his arm around her, growling in her ear. “He hasn’t given you permission. Not yet, baby. Taking her mouth, their sweeping tongues, I lift my hips.She slides down, and her enveloping heat skips my heart. “Oh, sweet fuck, you feel good, baby girl.” The walls of her tight silk spasm. It won’t take much for her to cum. I love touching her, running my hands over her tits and stomach and legs. She moans into Jareth’s mouth as I fill her with every aching inch I have. Up and down, her hot flesh squeezes. Cupping her chin, she hits bottom; I redirect her, pulling her with me as I lie back. Her sharp peaks scrape my chest. Nuzzling, biting, and licking her neck and shoulders, thrusting up, finding a glorious rhythm.Her pants are loud and thick as the room grows humid.Jareth watches on his knees, his thighs pressing into mine. He wants in so badly that the tip of his tongue glides across his lips as he stares at where my cock stretches her beautiful pink hole. I’m hungry, too. To feel the eye-rolling thrill of frotting inside of her. “Lube up, baby boy. I want to feel your dick against mine.”Smacking her ass, squeezing, sucking her flesh, biting and tugging, she makes such glorious noises. Jareth’s gentle tap on my thigh tells me he’s ready, and I drive up deep. Gripping her tight against my chest, pressed to her ear. “Take it like a good fucking slut, baby girl.”His shaft is wet and warm and silk. Steel. Gods, he’s so hard. Stretching her cunt, he penetrates. Her pants are heavy. Whining, “It burns. Oh fuck, oh fuck. Daddy. Jareth. It hurts.”“What’s your safe word?” I cup her throat, squeezing, then stroking with my thumb, scanning her eyes.“Rabbit.” She cries, tears thick, coating her cheeks.“Do you need to use it?” Jareth asks, his short strokes gliding against me as he refuses to stop or show reprieve. He’s a good boy, punishing his sister.Her brow wrinkles, and she shakes her head. Whispering, “No. No, Daddy.”“My girl knows how to take her discipline, don’t you?” Nodding, she gasps for air. I know she can take it. Jareth groans, and I feel the pulse in his throbbing dick tunnel, using me as a guide into her dark recesses.Sky’s tears are plump, and I lick them off her cheeks. “Cry all you want, baby girl.”Jareth pumps, stretching her sweet pussy. A hot honey of juice explodes around us as she orgasms. Her body is pinned to me as he grapples her hips, thrusting, riding her for pure pleasure. They both feel like a boundless, warm ocean crashing against me. Our collective lamentations are wordless noise. Modestly pumping my hips, joining Jareth in the plunder of the most exquisite cunt I’ve ever known or felt. The cunt I made to fit us both.Sweat rolls down our brows, chests, and backs. I tighten my hold when our rhythm breaks and Jareth takes advantage, ramming into Sky with fervor. The indulging slap of our skin grows as we fuck, and her velvet tunnel squeezes our cocks. The broad head of his cock scrapes mine with perfection. “Oh fuck, Daddy. This, fuck. Oh yeah, so good. So, fucking good.” He groans, “Need to cum. Fuck!”His release tremors a mating wolf call against my cock. I let go and follow him to oblivion. Our hips conjoined, driving into her immobile body, pumping her full of thick, glistening seed. “Ah, fuuuck.” My toes flex as Sky’s cry catches in her throat, and her body shakes, clutches, tugging, pulling us deeper. Riding out her orgasm, flush to my skin. “That’s it. Oh fuck, baby girl, take it. Take all that cum. You earned it.” Every word is a needle caught in my throat. Waves of pleasure lap through my veins, and it feels like time stops.Brushing her hair aside, I meet Jareth’s satiated gaze, slack-jawed and panting. He looks like a golden God as his body trembles, painted in thick sweat. “You’re going to suck all that precious cum up and clean your sister’s beautiful pussy as well as my cock.” I grab his thigh, thumb stroking. The need to feel him and maintain our connection fills my chest.
I wish they understood how much I loved them. Would do anything for them.
He gives a bob of his head, brushing back sweat-soaked hair. “Yes, Daddy. I’d love to.” The little shit winks at me, so I blow him a kiss.“Enjoy our spoils, son.” He slides away, and I lift Sky’s hips to dislodge our bodies. She whimpers from being emptied. Pressing her face against my chest, she starts shaking.Stroking my fingers lightly up and down her spine, I take her plump mouth in lazy pleasure, tasting her exhaustion. Her heavenly submission clings to me. I hold her, murmuring what a wonderful woman she is as I kiss her salty skin. Jareth’s lapping at her swollen pussy, drinking everything down like a good baby boy. Fucking her gently with his fingers as he licks. “Jareth,” she cries as he makes her cum.Then his mouth is around me, sucking down every inch. I fist his hair, and carnal urges dance in my blood. My voice turns rough, “Good boy, clean that cock real good, baby.”
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C: We need to talk. My place? 7?S: I’m free tonight. I have to talk to you too.I expect her to ask about my secret boyfriend, some light teasing like usual. It doesn’t come. Just three bouncing dots disappear and reappear, and I go through this four times before I give up and toss my phone on the bed. We haven’t been careful enough—the taste of freedom to divine. My closest friend knows, and I have no idea what to say. No idea what she’ll do.Jareth’s warmth folds me into him, wrapping an arm tight around my waist and instantly slipping his hand down my shorts to cup my mound, fingers teasing through the silk of my panties. Sometimes, I hate how easily he can turn me on. Him and Daddy. My wicked men. Jareth kisses the tender spot behind my ear, and I press my back to his chest to be closer as if we could share the air between us again as we had in the womb.“What’s going on, baby?”I roll my hips, rubbing my ass against his bulge as his finger dances around my center. The only thing separating us is a few layers of troublesome cotton. “Don’t you have to work today?” I sigh as he licks the shell of my ear. My heart is thundering, lightly dragging his nails up my bare skin, then sliding under the lace, delving his fingers to explore my folds and test my eager body. He makes me so wet; I wish I understood why. “Mmm.”“Answer the question, baby. Or I’ll make these cute noises you make stop.”I reach back for his hip, the other hand up to trace the cord of his throat to feel his restraint. “Cris wants me to come over.” I know he hears my underlying worry. I couldn’t hide it. My body will always give me away.Pushing a finger in, he strokes my pussy, drawing out the wet to rub my clit and dipping back in. “She knows, Sky. She has at least suspected for a while, I think.” His breath is hot on my neck, licking and sucking. “And if she confronts you, there’s no reason to lie. We’re leaving. She'll try to understand if she’s a real friend. If not, it is what it is. No one can touch us, baby. They can’t touch what we have. No one can.”Stripping off my clothes takes no effort, and he eases me onto the bed. The weight of him catches my breath. He’s gained muscle these few months. His planes and edges are more defined. Daddy, too. The weight is a comfort as he cages me. It’s sexy as fuck how they use this power to control my body. Palming my breast, striking licks of heat to my core, tugging my nipple between his teeth, I arch to him as he yanks off his towel. Once he’s had his fill, I draw his length into my mouth. Sucking and swallowing him down, he brushes back my hair, watching as I stretch my mouth around his girth, moaning my pleasure. I lick his underside to swallow him down, my throat squeezing his head. My hands traverse the sinew of his thighs, squeezing his delicious ass as he tenderly fucks my throat.Shuddering, breathing heavily, his fingers tighten in my hair. “I’m going to go slow, Sky. Make you shatter around my cock. Take my time filling your sweet little cunt.”He sits back on his heels, and I straddle his lap, fingers wandering over the corrugations of his stomach. I grip his cock, notching and sliding down, chuffing out moans as he stretches me. I don’t know when my body will ever get used to his size. His deft hands splay across my spine, taking my mouth in a kiss filled with his need, his tongue lingering and searching, taking, curling his fingers around my shoulder, pushing me down, bottoming me out and swallowing my gasps—sensations of being too full and not full enough fight pulse with my racing heart.Dragging my nails gently down his chest, pinching his nipple between my thumb and finger, I swallow his moans back. He holds us together, rocking. With only his cock inside me, rubbing every tender, needy spot. Shifting our angle to catch my clit at his base, grinding me against his silken skin. “Cum for me, baby. Cum hard. I need to feel you.” His mouth is over-controlling and delicately loving. It feels like floating in a temperate pool, eyes closed, all I see are stars. “I need my sister’s pleasure. That’s it, baby. Fuck you feel so good around me.”He grabs my ass, hauling me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Guiding me back onto the bed, chest to chest, he rolls his hips, penetrating deep, dragging out too slowly but punishing me with hard thrusts. A controlled ravenous fuck in the guise of making love. My body is teeming beyond the physical, arching to meet him and striving for what feels unattainable. The dire need to surrender. Not yet. Not yet. Oh God, not yet. Sharing heavy sighs, gasping for breath, he pumps and fucks and fucks. He forces my keening mewls out. The tight punch, pulling back like watching the fast-forward of a seed growing, pushing out of the earth, grasping for the light. Even under his weight, my back bows, and I cry out his name, clenching his thick silken shaft, digging my fingers into his back and ass as I ride him over the edge and beyond.Curling his hips, prolonging my pleasure until I’m crying. The sensitive exposure too much, tears spring in the backs of my eyes. “Oh god, Jareth. It’s too much.” I gasp, digging my nails in harder, knowing he’ll be bleeding.With a final plunge, he groans from deep in his belly. As if his orgasm is being drawn from the center of his soul. The wicked twitch of his cock thumps inside me as he fills me with his thick seed. Breathing heavily, his eyes are hazed in transition. “When we’re settled, I want you pregnant. I want Daddy to put a beautiful baby inside you. He deserves the chance to have another child, and you will be the best mother, Sky. And you’ll take me seed, and we’ll build the most beautiful family, baby.”I feel like I´ve been dropped from a considerable height, the air knocked out of me. After what I went through. I’m not ready yet. I don’t. I don’t think I am. I don’t know when he looks at me like this. My eyes darting with his. I’m speechless.He kisses me softly, rubbing his thumb across my lips. “I want to watch him plant his seed deep in your womb. I want to watch you carry his child. And then you’ll carry mine. And we’ll be the family we’re meant to be.” Brushing his fingertips down my cheek, I can’t breathe. His tender eyes look down at me. “We love you so much, Sky. And I know it scares you. You thought you weren’t ready, but I think you are. Reconsider. Will you do that for me, baby? Think about it?”I cup his jaw, biting my lip, almost breaking my skin. I turn my face away, and he cups my cheek, forcing my avoidance to end. “I don’t know what to say to that.”He says nothing more about it. His grin is sunshine after a downpour, knowing I’ll consider it. My legs relax, falling off his hips, but he doesn’t move. I love the feeling of him inside me, but he slips out. He gets a warm washcloth, cleans me up, kisses my thighs, and gives me a few extra licks. My sensitive clit has me shuddering, and I’m forced to swat him away.Dressing, he scrolls through his phone, glancing at my phone. “What time are you going to Cris’s?”“Seven.” I exhale, picking at the fuzz on the blanket. I exude worry. It reminds me I should never play poker.“Do you want me to come with you?”I stare off, mulling it over, and then slide my hand into his as I go to him and bury my face into his chest. The drum of his heart bleats against my ear as I nod. “Yeah. I need you there. I don’t want to do this alone.”I dress, and we preoccupy ourselves with the mundane chores of the day and cook a small dinner for two—Daddy’s last trip away until we move. At a quarter to seven, Jareth drives us to Cris’s. Nervously, I twine my fingers with his as we stand outside her sun-faded apartment door. My hand hovers, unable to bring myself to knock. Worry sinks like a rotten stone in my stomach. I hate feeling this way. Like I’m doing something wrong.Jareth raps with three hard knocks.Cris swings the door wide, and her eyes immediately slide to see our joined hands. She doesn’t look back up at me, swallowing. Her lips purse and two line furrow between her perfectly shaped brows. She steps aside, her arm outstretched to welcome us even though her eyes tell me something different. “I just opened some wine. I’m pretty fucking sure that I’ll need it.” She mumbles the last part.“You alone, Cris?” Jareth asks, pressing his hand to my back and guiding me further into the apartment. The walls are plain, but she’s made do with hanging bright abstract artwork in second-hand shop frames to bring a shine to the space—a typical off-campus apartment. Cris isn’t rich, but her parents help her enough to keep her comfortable.Pouring three full glasses of dark red liquid courage, Cris takes a long chug before coming up for air. “Um, yeah. Just me. I didn’t think anyone else needed to be here for this conversation. It seemed a private matter.” Her eyes dart between us. “And I wish I could say I’m surprised to see you here, Jareth, but that would be a lie.” There’s a stench of callousness to her words.“Cris.” I move toward her, and she holds up a hand and then pinches the bridge of her nose, her mouth twisting, trying to disguise her disgust. Then she downs the rest of her glass, pouring another and sliding the two others toward Jareth and me. The room feels too small, the air thick and hot with something else.I slowly sip. Jareth twirls the stem between his fingers. Fingers that were inside me, not but a few hours ago. I peel my eyes away.Cris’s light-hazel eyes are capricious, typically playful and full of mischief. Jareth senses my building distress, and he strokes my back. “Whatever it is, Cris, say it. Get it off your chest.”She rolls her eyes hard. “If I know the truth, I’m afraid I won’t be a very good friend. But if I don’t ask. If I ignore my suspicions and keep it inside, I don’t think that would make me a good friend either.” Confusion pulls her mouth tight. “I’m going to work my way in. From the outside, okay? Because I have to understand something.”Jareth and I nod.Her eyes close, taking a deep breath. “I know what I’ve heard. I stopped trying to convince myself, making up stupid excuses.” She’s talking herself up, afraid to ask what she needs to have the truth. And we won’t do it for her. We’re not obligated to make her feel comfortable about her feelings. She drops her hand from pinching the bridge of her nose. “When did it start? Has this been a thing for, like, years, or fuck. I don’t know?” Raking a hand through her tight reddish-brown curls. “No.” Shaking her head. “Fuck. No. You two are fucking.” It’s a statement, not a question. “I know what I heard. I saw you at the studio a couple of weeks ago. I thought it was Shelley Perkins. She’s Sky’s height, and they have the same hair. You were fucking her, and I thought good for you, Jareth. And then I ran into Shelley at the store when she should have been with you. I. I didn’t know what to think. I mean… Jesus.” She cackles, and not an ounce of humour can be traced. “Please tell me this is in my head. Or is it some weird twin shit? Ugh, I can’t. It’s fucking gross.”Jareth opens his mouth, and I step up. “It’s not.” A frustrated growl tightens in my throat. “Cris.” I plead, “We love each other. Daddy and Jareth.” I cut myself off, her eyes widening, mirroring mine. I’ve said too much.Danger pierces her eyes. “I knew what I heard that day. I excused it all. The fucking rumors are true? You are fucking sick! I’m pretty fucking sure where I grew up that what you’re doing isn’t called love. Not when you’re letting your brother and father fuck you at the same time. What is wrong with you? You're sick. You should be ashamed of yourselves for ever thinking this is-”“Shut the fuck up!” I scream, watching our fifteen years of friendship swirl down the drain. My chest splits as I feel my heart break. “We’re leaving, Jareth. This is goodbye, Cris. Have a nice fucking life.”She points at the door. “Don’t let it hit you on the way out.”“You know, it’s close-minded people like you who refuse to understand that consenting adults have a right to what we want. There’s nothing wrong with what we want. It hurts no one. I wasn’t groomed or manipulated. I chose Jareth, and he chose me. And yeah, I fuck my father. At least he kept his thoughts and actions to himself until I said I wanted him. Unlike your prick of a father who trapped me in the bathroom at fourteen and jerk-offed on me while you slept.” Her jaw drops, and Jareth’s mouth tightens into a white line of hatred. I’d never told anyone that. No one. I pretended it didn’t happen.“You’re a lying bitch!” Cris covers her mouth with both hands, ignoring what she knows is the truth. That her father has been a predator for years. I know I’m not the only one he did that to.“Now, who’s lying? You know exactly what kind of man he is. Did you never wonder why Jasmine and Shawna stopped being your friends? Or why Holly and Tiffany wanted to hang out more? Because they were fucking him. When they were fifteen. You’ve known me since kindergarten, Cris. I’ve never lied to you. And I’m sorry I don’t meet your perfect expectations.” My hands tremble, and I realize hot tears are coating my face. I clumsily swipe them away. “I can’t wait to be done with this town and these people.”“You’re leaving Central Cove?”Jareth shakes his head. “Yes. Look, Cris. I came tonight because we both know you’d manipulate her if I didn’t. You’ve always been like that. And now.” He narrows his eyes on me, seething that I never told him about her father. “She needs to be protected.”“I wouldn’t hurt Sky.”“Bullshit.” Cris glares at him, and Jareth rakes his hair. He glares back. “Tatum.”“Don’t.”“What about him?” I ask, having not thought of the boy for years.“Cris told him you weren’t interested in him. Broke his little fledging heart. He had a massive crush on you, Sky. We all knew it. And Cris here was there to help him mend his broken heart. Sucking him off at O’Malley’s party that weekend.”“What?” I look between them. “No. Cris was sick.”She looks down into her wine as if something interesting suddenly starts swimming laps in the glass.“She wasn’t sick. She got you out of the way because she wanted him to herself. And that’s one example of the many I know about.”“You’re an asshole, Jareth.” Cris spews, pacing her small apartment. “Well, I’m keeping you from manipulating her again.”“It doesn’t mean she doesn’t need protecting.”I wrap my arms tight to my waist, shrinking in. Now I’m questioning everything she’s ever done and said. “I don’t need to be protected from him, Cris. I fought it as long as I could.”Jareth’s eyes stalk Cris. “Don’t you think we tried to fight these feelings? Do you think this has been easy for any of us? The fucking turmoil we’ve put ourselves through.”Cris cocks a hip, leaning against the kitchen island. “And John?” Exhaling hard.“Is the same man you’ve known your entire life. He takes care of us, Cris. Never, and I mean never.” He emphasises the word with a hard V. “He never said or did anything improper to either of us growing up.”My face flushes, and I pull Jareth toward the exit. “It doesn’t matter.”Jareth takes a card from his pocket and slides it across the counter to her. Cris eyes it as if it might bite her. “If you were ever Sky’s friend.” He taps it twice, then takes my hand. “This is how you get in touch. In two weeks, we’re gone. We’re never coming back. And no, don’t ask where.” He slides an arm around my waist, pulling me close and kissing my crown. “We’re the same people you’ve always known. And in the end, what you think doesn’t matter, Cris. But you’re important to Sky. At least you were. Goodbye, Cris.”I don’t say anything as we leave or drive away.The moment we’ve passed the threshold, Jareth is on me, his rage, his fears spiraling into impatient desire. He scratches me, yanking down my pants and underwear. Quickly freeing his cock and shoving me over the back of the couch. His mouth is hot and greedy, biting my neck and impaling me. I’m not ready, and the burn of him stretching me makes me buck. His hand comes down on my ass so hard the sting flares seconds after the slap lands. “You’ll take it and love it.” He digs into my hips, hauling my hips up and back, driving painful thrusts. Concentrating his anger, air whooshes from my lungs as he rams into my flesh. I claw at the couch, and he fists my hair, sending high-pitched pants and screams from my throat. It’s fast and hard. And fuck, it feels so good to be used by him so violently.Gripping my neck, yanking me back against him, arching my back, he looks me in the eye as he growls. “You’re mine.”Every molecule in me is burning and angry. My body is twisted and taut. “Harder.” I whimper as he casts his spell, pinching my nipples. It’s all pleasure and agony as I cry and whimper.The crush our of bodies echoes in the quiet of the house. “Love this cunt. My cunt. Daddy’s cunt.”“Yes,” I agree with a forced sigh.“Sweet. Fucking. Sky.” His cock swells, and he’s hitting that perfect spot. My orgasm thunders through my body, and the moment my pussy starts milking his shaft, his seed jets into me. Folding me over the couch, his body curled around mine, twitching, feeding me spurts of hot cum. The gravel-stabbing exhale of his chuckle sends me into a fit of giggles.“Penny for your thoughts, brother?”He buries his face into my neck, kissing every bit of exposed skin he can. His arms wrap me tight, thumbs stroking my ribs. “I fucking love you. That’s all.”“That’s all?” I grin back at him, and he laughs louder with a grin that can never be too much.
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I haven’t been able to chase away gathering thoughts—the roughness. It’s rooted and growing, and I write about all my darkest secrets in my journal—these horrible imaginings. Every time I’m bound, begging them for it to be harder. To choke me. Slap me. Force themselves on me when I say no. Fear-inducing arousal is a drug, and it’s getting me off in the best way. But it’s not enough. There’s something more I want, and I don’t know how to ask either of them. The unexpected freedoms of moving away from the town that shackled us have done more than let us be in the open. It’s freeing my inhibitions even more than I imagined.Unfortunately, time-consuming distraction gets in the way. I chicken out every time it’s sitting on the tip of my tongue. So, I use my excuse to abstain from sharing my thoughts by redecorating our slightly outdated farmhouse and ordering furniture. Painting. Overseeing contractors replace pipes, counters, and flooring. It’s a madhouse during the day. By night, we’re exhausted. And my secret desire remains unspoken.Sunrises here are my new favourite things. Sipping at my tea, the scenery out the large bay window from our cosy living room is serene. The melodious tunes of birds perched nearby welcome the new day. Lush greens grow brighter and suddenly turn into layers of browns, ochres, deep reds, almost purple, and golden wheat. It’s unreal. The jagged hills are littered with grazing sheep. Idyllic is too small and imperfect a word; I'll use it until I think of a better one.Sighing and thinking that I live in a painting.Jareth is with a contractor who is planning to remodel one of the outbuildings. He’s turning it into a dance studio. Rumours and inquiries come his way for dance lessons as curiosity makes its way through the locals. They’re cautious of the Americans but friendly nonetheless. Willing to give us a try. We will do whatever we can to fit in without ruffling feathers.When they’re done speaking and toeing stones with bored feet in the driveway, Jareth waves, dangling the car keys, indicating that he’s headed into town. This means I’ll be alone since Daddy is still on the mainland and will not be due to return until tomorrow. I melt into the day's chores, ticking boxes as I unpack, organise, dance and sing to the latest album from Regina Spektor since no one is around to criticise my tone deafness. I think I sound perfectly fine. Them handing each other earplugs one afternoon had me biting my lip and leaving me surly.Oblivious to the world, I work.A sudden chill skates up my spine, and I feel I’m not alone. I freeze as a large hand covers my mouth, and an arm wraps around my hips, yanking me off my feet. Thoughts scatter like light puncturing through the sky. The hand at my mouth is gloved, and I taste the stale latex. Fear coats my stomach like lead as I try to kick out and get slammed to the floor on my stomach. With a knee digging into my back faster than I think possible, my arms are yanked back, my wrists are zip-tied, and a thick hood is thrown over my head, blocking out the world. Screaming and fighting back, they’re too strong. Too fast. Faster than my racing heart. There are no neighbours to hear my cries for help. We’re out here, alone, sitting in the middle of nowhere. Just like I wanted. Now, I regret picking this postcard picture of a home. Tears fill my eyes, and defending myself gets forgotten as my fight or flight becomes trapped beneath the weight of this intruder. I can do neither.I stiffen, feeling my chest ache with curdling panic as the sharp edge of a knife presses against my neck. “Play nice, or I’ll make ya bleed.” The surly, accented voice bellows next to my ear. “Nod, if ya understand.” I don’t know how I manage, but I nod.Lifting me over his shoulder, the creak of the floors and stairs shift under the weight of us. Throwing me on the bed, yanking the hood off, the light blinding. He’s covered top to toe in black; a balaclava covers his face. I see sinister slashed brows and… purple eyes scrapping down my body. Purple. Contacts. It's like something out of some dark fantasy novel.“What do you want?” I whimper. Thoughts of trying to buck him off are fleeting as I stare at the shiny knife he flashes and taps my forehead with. His answer springs tears for a new reason as he slaps my face—a metallic tang blooms in my mouth. Cutting a slice in my t-shirt, he rips it open, exposing me. He hums with approval. “Please. Don’t.”Instead of a slap, he backhands me, sending an ache through my jaw. His cackle is frisson. “Fuck, those are pert an’ pretty.” I screw my eyes shut as he fondles and gropes, tweaking my nipples with too erotic a touch. My brain screams while my body betrays me. My core dips, saying, You like this. This gets you off. Setting the knife aside, his fingers close around my throat, and he relieves me of the life-giving oxygen I need while expertly pinching my nipples hard. My body, the betrayer, rubs its thighs together at the pooling heat. Heat I don’t want. He climbs off me, hooking into my shorts and wrenching them off, digging his latex-covered fingers into my thighs, keeping me spread and exposed, burying his covered face against my centre and breathing in deep and loud. “Let’s get started here, lover. Ya smell like flowers.”Small sobs tear out of me. They sound like someone else. Like, I’m watching this outside of myself. Exposing his covered mouth, he drags his tongue through my folds and groans before clamping over my pussy. Sucking. Licking. He devours. I try to wriggle free. His fingers dig into my hips. Breathing hard, I can’t stop the coaxing thrum he’s building; at least three fingers violate and thrust into ravaging strokes. He’s enjoying it and getting me off without my permission. The pressure on my clit is too much. Slamming my head back, fighting against rolling my hips into the bursting explosion, I arch against the shivering orgasm he’s pulled out of me. Shaking. Crying, he’s a blur through my tears, standing on his knees, unzipping his fly and reaching in to stroke the heavy ridge in his pants.Flipping me over, he breaks the zip-ties and shackles cuffs around my wrists, binding my arms to the headboard. Grabbing my ankles and sliding me down the bed, he stretches me out. “Look. At. That. Arse.” He spanks me until I’m a whimpering mess. Whimpering and slick.I hear the shedding of clothes. Twisting me onto my back and crawling over me, he hooks his arms into the crooks of my legs, shoving them back as he aligns himself. I feel the heavy drag of his head through my pussy. “Knew you wanted it. Wet cunt.”Shaking my head, “No” is a long string rolling off my tongue.I didn’t fight hard enough. Fucking orgasming as if I want it. Gods, where is Jareth? Did he hurt him? “Yer cunt is tight. I’m goin’ to enjoy this.” He wedges his head in, licking my ear and biting. “Fresh peach.”He thrusts.Thrusts.He thrusts and grinds until I feel his hilt rub against me.His groan sends bile up my throat. I give him what he wants. I scream through sobs as he rams, jarring my body up the bed. Time no longer exists as he fucks without reprieve. Driving as violently as possible and abusing my breasts, biting my neck, breasts, and nipples, rolling his hips with every plunge, cajoling a wicked twisting feeling. It unwinds in my core. “That’s it, peach. I feel it. Mmm.” His fingers wrap around my throat, and he chokes and fucks until I seize beneath him. “So. Fucking. Good.”The moment my vision clears, I feel the aggressive hardening right before... “Oh god, no.”He burrows deep with a long, satisfying grunt.A grunt that, once I climb from my self-imposed stupor, I realise that it sounds way too familiar. But, no. It can’t be.It. Can’t. Be.“Da…Daddy?”He fucks through his release, quickly pushing away, his quick exit stinging while his seed slowly drips out of me. Pulling the covering off his head, my breath lodges in my throat as he glances over his shoulder, licking his lips wickedly. “Who else? It’s what you asked for. What you wanted.”
How?
“Daddy?” Purple contacts. My journal… “Oh.” It’s a sound, a breath more than a word.He takes his time in the bathroom, returning with a warm cloth and smiling green-hazel eyes. Freeing me, my arms drop to my sides as he takes his time cleaning me up, pressing tender kisses up and down my body. Quietly assessing the bruises he’s left behind. Bruises that I hate and love because they’re from him. His head tucked between my legs, giving me lazy licks. I shudder as he slows time with his mouth and tongue—supplanting kisses over every exposed inch of skin.Finally, smirking up at me, his lids heavy, lashes thick. “Should have seen my face. Fuck, Sky. I nearly spit my drink out. I got so hard in the restaurant, jerking off in a bathroom stall only to be hard again in minutes.”Embarrassment flooded my veins, giving way to heat as he continued to woo my body, latching onto my nipple. I stare at him, his hands cupping and testing, running his fingers through my folds. “It was an accident. I never meant to send it. Not, oh god, not to you.” His eyes slowly narrow as I grip his bicep, shaking my head. “I um. I didn’t mean to send it to you. My journal.”Crawling over me, trapping me with his hips, cock trapped against my belly, brushing his lips over mine. His kiss is sweet, sliding his tongue along my lips, sweeping in and feeding him my moan. “I think you wanted it so badly that it wasn’t a mistake. You wanted to be taken. You wanted the violation. Wanted to be,” he sighs, low and aroused. “Raped.” Giving him my neck to run his tongue down. My pulse throbs as I absorb the truth. It’s a fantasy that has been blooming for weeks. “And you liked it, didn’t you? Being forced to cum like that. Used and defiled. My little slut loved it, didn’t she?” Cooing the words like a love poem. “I loved it, too, baby. It was a rush. Scaring you. Fucking those tears and screams out of you.”Reaching between us, he strokes his cock hard and ready. Sliding through the silk, hitting my hole and thrusting. Sheathing in one potent move, I hiss from the pain, the abuse still fresh. I welcome it. He drags out slowly, then rams deep, staring down at me with lusting eyes, driving a moaning cry out of me with each angry stroke. “Yeah. You love it when Daddy fucks you like a whore. You dirty slut.”“Yes.” Grabbing his ass, pulling him in deeper, wrapping my legs around his hips. “Harder, Daddy. Do it.”Our skin slapping, he bulldozes with his steel cock. Growling, “This. What. You. Want.” Heat blooms as he slaps my tits, pinching my nipples. “Make my dick. Feel so good, baby.”“Choke me.” He obliges with a sinful smile. “Yes. Give it…to me.” He cradles my flesh, using only his hips to drive my pleasure. I cry out again, seizing around his shaft as he fills me with his thick seed. Catching our breath together, he lies beside me, drawing lazy circles around my growling tummy. “Will you tell Jareth?”He curses under his breath. “No secrets between us. Ever, Sky. It’s not like you can hide these bruises.”As terrifying as it was, it got me off in a new way, as if the shame were fuel. The violation, once he started, my body sought for it like a drug. “Will you do it again?”Pinching my chin, turning my face to his, “Do you want me to?”I know my answer but bite my lip, tucking back my hair. “Yeah. I think I do.” Meeting his stare, he nods.“I won’t lie, Sky. Your response, because it felt real.” He picks up a tendril of hair and smooths it between his fingers. “I can say that I haven’t been that turned on since the first time you let me tie you up and fuck you.” His fingers trail along my jaw, pressing a gentle kiss. “I’m sorry if I hurt you. But it had to feel real.”It did feel real. I had detailed explicitly how badly I wanted to be forced. But knowing I sent it to him instead of my notes, maybe it wasn’t an accident. My subconscious was doing the work for me. I felt ashamed to ask for something like this, especially from Jareth. I know he likes it rough from Daddy; I can’t tell if he’s ever wanted to cross that line with me. To that severity. My beautiful, overprotective brother.“So, you cut your trip short because of my blunder?”A coy smile and shrug of his shoulder. “Business had concluded. All your confession did was put me off for a day while I planned this little… Playtime with my baby girl instead of coming back even earlier.”“I like how you get off putting me in my place, Daddy.” I tease, biting my lip, rolling him onto his back and propping up on his chest, drawing my finger in lazy circles around his neck.“Everything about you gets me off, Sky.”A smile tugs at my mouth. “Can we just stay here all day? Jareth should be back soon. And we could.” I drag my finger down his chest, circling his dark nipple. “Play some more.”A deep growl rumbles through his chest as he strokes my back. “And how do you want to play? You want both our cocks inside that sweet tight pussy we worship. Our cum coating your insides, leaving you breathless.”Not a question.Heat gathers, warming me. Gods, how he knows me. “I have to tell you something.” He cups my cheek, thumb stroking my lips. “I had the IUD taken out. When I said, I had those bad cramps. It wasn’t from my period.”His irises grow, swallowed with need. “Well then.” His fingers follow the curve of my ass, cupping my pussy and hauling me up to straddle him. “I don’t care if it breaks me. I’m going to fuck you non-stop for weeks.” I run my fingers up and down his torso, feeling his cock thicken once more between my legs, and rub my sore pussy along his shaft. “You won’t be able to walk by when we’re done with you. You know that, right?”Grabbing my thighs, he watches me slide back and forth, catching his tip with my clit and moaning. “I’m ready. Now that we’re here, Daddy. I need you to put a baby in me. You. Jareth told me he wanted our first child to be yours. He’s agreed to wear condoms.My words stir something profound, and his cock becomes hot steel covered in silk. It feels so fucking good.Grabbing me and flipping me over, pinning me to the bed on my stomach, he thrusts to the hilt as his thighs kick my legs wide. A violent cry surges out of me as I welcome his remorseless invasion. “This is what you do to me, baby. Your magic cunt and body. You gorgeous, fucking woman. I’m going to make your belly swell with my child.” He fists my hair, yanking and arching me back as he burrows in my slick flesh. “Your cunt is so fucking tight right now. Swollen and used by me. I’m going to make you hurt, baby. Leave you dripping in my seed. You’ll stay by my side, and I will fuck you every time my balls ache for release. And with you, that means always. Do you understand me?” He pulls harder, forcing a cry from me.His command is a fever, keeping me warm from the cold. “Yes, Daddy.”“This is my pussy. I made it for me. Jareth’s cock doesn’t touch this cunt until I say, do you understand? Not once.” He spits on my ass and rubs it against my hole, pushing in his thumb, making me feel even fuller. “He can fuck this hole. Or you can swallow his cock like a proper dirty little slut. But this tight cunt is mine.” It all comes out in a jerking, huffing mess of words as he pumps and digs deep. Replacing his thumb with one finger and then another, fucking for both our pleasures. His hips bruise my already sore body. Fast, short thrusts. Grunting and defiling. We find beautiful release as one, crying out with soul-swallowing groans. I feel his seed jet into me, his cock thumping deep in my belly; I milk his essence. My pussy savours and caresses.He doesn’t move off me, not even when his shaft softens and eventually slips free of me. “I love you, Sky. Daddy’s beautiful girl. Is there anything you won’t let me do to you?”I inhale deeply, taking in his scent, shaking my head and lose the fight to stay awake. My body feels drained, used, abused and loved by the man who made and protects me—dreaming of our perfect family.