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  Yes... but it’s not enough.

  Needing more, I slid a second in, moaning a little as my body began to stretch to accommodate it, giving me a small taste of how good it could feel to have a nice thick cock stuffed inside me.

  “That feel good, Kara? Is he fucking you hard enough?” David’s tone was rough and commanding, a side I’d never experienced before. But I wanted to.

  He was so sexy, sexier than I ever imagined, and now all I could think about was riding his cock while he spoke to me in that stern, velvety voice.

  Just as I began to wonder what role David would play next, he moved into position behind Kara and Benny, rubbing some clear liquid on himself as he guided his erection toward her pussy. When she realized he was getting closer, she somehow stopped moving.

  What is he doing?

  At first, I thought David was going to wait for her to slide off Benny’s cock so he could take a turn, just like before, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. David meant to enter her at the same time, only he was pushing against her other opening.

  Oh god...

  My mouth opened in shock as David slowly, gently pushed against her ass, sliding his cock into the tight hole until he was deep inside her. Once she was completely filled, her body easily accepting both men, the three of them began to move in tandem, sliding against each other, moaning and crying out.

  Kara began to shake and whimper, but the sound wasn’t one of fear or pain, but of pleasure – pure pleasure.

  My head was spinning, thoughts reeling out of control. I had never imagined anything like this in my life, never thought something so strange and primal could cloud my mind with such desire. As the scene continued, I began rubbing the little nub between my thighs harder and faster, not even knowing what I was doing but simply acting on instinct, working toward some unknown end until my legs began to feel like pins and needles and I was on the verge of falling off some invisible cliff.

  “Fuck... I’m gonna fucking come soon,” David growled, his rough voice pushing me right over the edge, sending me spiraling into bliss as my body trembled helplessly, spasming hard as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down.

  In a daze, I slid my sticky fingers from my soaked panties and watched as David pulled out of her, his shaft glistening as it twitched in his hand and a thick white substance began to spurt from the engorged tip, splattering like paint onto Kara’s butt and thighs.

  Whoever was filming began to move in closer, zooming in on David’s release as it dribbled down toward Kara’s opening.

  Not two seconds later, Benny was pulling out and squirting his release all over the girl’s glistening skin as well, coating her with it.

  “I think my little Kara likes being covered in cum,” Benny said with a laugh as Kara ran a manicured finger through the thick white trail before lifting it to her mouth to have a taste.

  Oh. My. God.

  My fingers were back inside my panties in an instant. As erotic as it was, I was ready to watch the whole thing over again, and this time I was going to pretend that I was Kara, that I was the sexy girl that David and his friend were sharing.

  I wanted to imagine what it was like to be fucked by two men at the same time.

  At least until I heard Daddy calling from downstairs.

  Frantically, I turned off David’s DVD player, deciding that I’d just have to come back up and watch it over again another time, preferably when my stepdad wasn’t home.

  ...

  In the months that followed, I often found myself in my stepbrother’s room – whenever I was home alone. It was my new obsession, and I had no intention of stopping anytime soon, no matter how sick and depraved I knew I was for watching.

  The following week, just a few days before my graduation, I knew that David would be coming home from college to spend the summer here with Daddy and me before it was time for both of us to pack up and leave for the fall semester – that was, if I managed to get a scholarship.

  Though, after watching David’s tape over and over, I had a feeling I’d never be able to look at my stepbrother the same way again.

  Briefly, I’d wondered what Daddy would think if he knew the dirty thoughts I had about his son, and for a split second, I even wondered if it would make him jealous. Realizing how ridiculous that thought sounded, I immediately chastised myself for even considering it.

  Of course Daddy wouldn’t be jealous. He’d probably be upset and disappointed. He’d probably kick me out on my ass.

  Maybe I was delusional, but something inside me longed to know what Daddy would think about my new obsession. I kind of wanted him to be jealous, and I didn’t know what that said about me as a person.

  Was I freak for wanting that kind of attention from my stepfather and stepbrother?

  Probably, but it was hard not to want them both.

  To me, Daddy and David were the hottest guys in the world, both of them equally sexy in their own way. Of course, Daddy was older and more distinguished, not to mention the fact that his dark hair was flecked with quite a bit of grey. He also wore clothes that were a bit more mature, like slacks and button up shirts, along with his reading glasses, while David had always been more of a jeans-and-a-t-shirt type guy.

  I had to admit that even though he was close to twenty years older than David, Daddy looked every bit as good, especially for a man in his forties. With bodies like those, it was obvious that both men had won the lottery when it came to good genes.

  Why my mother thought money was worth giving up a man like Daddy for some wrinkled old geezer, I’d never know.

  It was her loss.

  Not that it was my gain, though.

  Yeah, I got to spend time with him every once in a while, but nothing ever happened other than the fact that he’d stare at me on occasion. I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about all those times. Were his thoughts as depraved as my own? Doubtful.

  I knew I had no right thinking about Daddy that way, or David for that matter, but I just couldn’t stop. It was as if David’s dirty movie had awakened something inside of me, something strange and new, erotic and wanton. It was like I was possessed.

  ...

  I knew my desperation had reached an all-time low when I came down for breakfast one Saturday morning, freshly showered and dressed in nothing but a pair of panties and a short, silky robe that had once belonged to my mother.

  My wet hair was pulled back with a clip so it wouldn’t get in the way as I cooked breakfast. Bacon, eggs, and toast – Daddy’s favorite.

  Ever since he’d gone through the trouble, a week earlier, of making me a special breakfast for my eighteenth birthday, I’d been trying to think of a way to show my gratitude. That simple act of generosity, and sweetness, was like his way of telling me I was welcome there, even though I was legally an adult, he wasn’t going to shove me out the door to fend for myself.

  I was grateful for that and I wanted him to know it.

  By the time I was nearly done, Daddy entered the kitchen, clearing his throat a bit before I heard the sound of his chair scraping against the floor.

  “Smells amazing, Erica,” he told me as he grabbed his morning paper off the kitchen table, where I’d left it for him when I brought it in. Daddy wasn’t the type to break routine, so I knew he’d read for the next fifteen minutes and then, in an hour or so, he’d be off to work, even though it was a Saturday.

  When the weekend came around, I often wished Daddy didn’t have to work, but I knew when he did, at the very least, I’d be able to get some time alone to watch David’s video.

  Both prospects were promising, if I was being honest.

  As often as I made breakfast, it didn’t take long before the food was done and everything was plated neatly, ready for him to dig in and enjoy. “Breakfast is served, Daddy,” I chimed, sitting his food in front of him with a bright smile.

  I felt rather proud of my work.

  Once the plate was sitting in front of him, Daddy opened his mouth to sa
y thanks, but the only sound I heard was the clatter of silverware hitting the porcelain platter. When I looked up at him, startled, his eyes were on me, his gaze locked somewhere between my tummy and my chin.

  Feeling confused, I looked down to see what he was staring at. I got my answer.

  Oh god!

  Somehow as I was cooking and moving about the kitchen, my robe must had slid open, exposing one of my breasts for all the world to see. My first instinct was to immediately cover myself, but under Daddy’s unwavering gaze, I was frozen in place. Stunned and paralyzed.

  My body suddenly began to react, nipples hardening into stiff peaks, while that familiar fluttering in my belly had somehow evolved into an aching clench that rooted itself deep between my thighs.

  Maybe I should have been embarrassed or ashamed, but there was too much desire in my stepfather’s eyes to feel anything of the sort.

  As if he were lost in thought, Daddy’s hand barely reached out, moving as though he planned to touch me, but then jerked back once he realized what he was doing.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized, moving quickly to tighten my robe once I’d snapped out of the lust-induced trance I’d been under.

  I couldn’t believe I’d been so naive as to think that he felt the same kind of lust I did.

  “Don’t apologize, sweetie. Never apologize for that. You are so beautiful,” he said kindly, tenderly, but there was a hint of something else in his voice, that strange darkness was back along with something else, something naughty and dangerous.

  “You really think so?” I asked him. “You really think I’m beautiful?”

  “Of course you are,” he whispered, touching my cheek. The moment his skin made contact with mine, I began to wish desperately that he’d touch me somewhere lower, but I could tell by the look in his eyes that he wasn’t going to.

  Feeling defeated, I nodded slightly, giving him a quiet reply of “okay,” but even I could hear the skepticism in my voice.

  “Do you need me to prove it, Erica?” he asked sternly, letting his dark, dangerous side out to play. “Do you want to feel how beautiful I think you are?”

  His voice was so harsh and sexy that I didn’t even consider what he might have meant before I bobbed my head up and down in agreement.

  “Come here, then – sit in Daddy’s lap,” he practically growled, showing me a side of himself that I never dreamed existed. Without hesitation, I slipped onto his lap, not even caring that my robe had slipped open again, exposing my naked breasts and little white panties to his hungry stare.

  Once I’d settled in place, I realized quickly that Daddy was hard in his pants, his erection right beneath me, pressing firmly against my bare ass.

  The realization made my head spin, and my eyes were probably as wide as saucers.

  “There, sweet girl. You feel that?” he asked sharply, punctuating his statement with a sharp thrust of his hips, which allowed his erection to slip between my thighs and rub against me, making me feel more aroused than ever before. “You feel how hard my cock is, just from looking at you?”

  With a stunned expression, I nodded, looking up over my shoulder at Daddy’s stern face, wondering what he’d want to do next. Would he want me to touch him? Maybe he’d ask me to suck him...

  As often as I’d watched it, I was pretty sure I could do it like the girl in David’s video by this point, but I wasn’t sure.

  If Daddy let me suck him, would he wanna fuck me too?

  God, I thought I might die from anticipation waiting for his reaction.

  For a brief second, I felt his strong hands ghosting over my bare thighs, opening my robe a little more, but then they were gone. “Don’t you ever doubt yourself again, Erica. You are such a beautiful girl,” he told me finally before tapping my bottom as a sign that I should hop off his lap.

  Wait...?

  “Oh... uhh... okay,” I stuttered, and once I was standing on shaky legs, I looked back at him with shock and confusion written all over my face.

  Then, as if nothing had happened, he simply began eating his breakfast and reading the paper.

  What the hell?

  “Daddy?” I asked impatiently once I’d stood there for a few long minutes, feeling confused and utterly ignored.

  “Yes?” he replied after swallowing a mouthful of eggs, barely sparing me a glance.

  “Don’t you want me to...” I began but trailed off, not really sure what I was even asking. Finally, Daddy looked up at me blankly from above his paper, his eyes penetrating but blank. Hoping he’d understand, I motioned toward the still-hard erection tenting his slacks.

  Didn’t he realize what I was offering?

  “I have to go into work early this morning, Erica,” he said, his voice slightly impatient, while I fought the urge to throw myself at him in hopes that he’d do something to ease the hollow ache between my legs.

  Maybe I was going crazy, but I just couldn’t fathom how he wasn’t as desperate as I was. How could he rub up against me the way he did and then not want to keep going?

  My eyes trailed back to the still-hard bulge in his pants, and I felt even more confused than before. He must have possessed some insane willpower if he could just ignore that enormous thing and act as if nothing had happened. As it was, I was so horny that I knew exactly where I’d be headed the as soon as Daddy was out the door.

  David’s room was the perfect place to spend a little alone time.

  The moment Daddy was done with breakfast, he disappeared upstairs for about fifteen minutes while I cleared the table and did the dishes. I wondered for a split second if he was up there touching himself, but that wasn’t my concern. He’d made that fact abundantly clear to me when he’d pushed me away for trying to make him feel good.

  Maybe I was overreacting...

  Several minutes later, Daddy came down dressed and ready for work. After the way he’d acted earlier, though, I half expected him to ignore me, but instead, he called me over to say goodbye.

  With an arrogant smirk on his beautiful lips, he slowly slipped his hand inside my robe and roughly cupped my breast before placing a single kiss on my mouth. For the second time that day, I froze where I stood, and before I’d even had a chance to savor the feeling of that kiss or his hands on me, Daddy pulled away, grabbing his briefcase from the kitchen counter.

  Not again!

  Why was he playing these games with me?

  “I’ll be back this evening,” he murmured, once more acting as if he hadn’t just touched me intimately or kissed my lips.

  Even after he was long gone, I could still feel a lingering reminder of the way it felt to have his mouth on mine. It wasn’t my first kiss, but it had been so long since the last one that it might as well have been.

  Feeling frustrated and confused, I ran upstairs to David’s room, determined to forget about the way Daddy was toying with me.

  With a sigh of relief, my hand slid beneath the waistband of my cotton panties. I was already wet and achy in all the right places, so I knew it wouldn’t take long to get me going. Once I turned on the DVD player, I fully expected David’s movie to start playing, but then nothing happened.

  Frowning, I stared at the little LED panel on the front, confused by the fact that it kept blinking an Insert Disk message. Maybe I had played the thing too much and worn it out. Just to be sure, I opened the tray, hoping to find David’s shiny silver disk sitting there, but it was gone.

  At that moment, I thought I might cry for sure.

  The only person who could have taken it was Daddy, but why? How did he even know it was in there to begin with?

  Frantically, I looked around David’s room, hoping Daddy had just put the disk in a case somewhere in an effort to straighten things up a little before my stepbrother’s arrival. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I spotted a clear plastic case that had been pushed between the DVD player and David’s entertainment center.

  Grabbing the case, I popped it open.

  The disk wa
sn’t in there. Instead I found a folded sheet of paper. Maybe it was nothing, but as usual, curiosity got the better of me.

  I unfolded the single sheet of notebook paper, immediately recognizing Daddy’s handwriting.

  Erica,

  If you’re reading this note, then you must know that I’ve taken the naughty movie you’ve been watching.

  You have been such a bad girl, sneaking into your brother’s room to watch him fucking. Do you think he would be very happy to learn that you’ve invaded his privacy?

  I have seriously considered telling him what you’ve been up to while he was away at school, none the wiser.

  Should I tell him? Should I let him know that you’ve been touching yourself and wishing that it was his cock pushing into that tight virgin pussy instead of those little fingers of yours?

  It’s a tempting thought...

  Maybe I will... Maybe I won’t... That’s for you to decide!

  For the rest of the week, I expect you to be Daddy’s good little girl. No touching yourself, and don’t bother looking for David’s movie. You won’t find it where I’ve hidden it.

  Yours,

  Daddy

  Oh my god! I couldn’t believe it! Daddy somehow knew what I’d been doing and had taken David’s movie and hidden it from me, like I was some kind of addict or something. My heart was racing and my head felt like it was spinning, like I didn’t know which way was up or down.

  This was so fucked up.

  For the rest of the week, I tried to avoid Daddy, still embarrassed that I’d been caught. It was downright shameful. Not only did he know that I was lusting after him, but he also knew that I was touching myself and thinking about David as well.

  He probably thought I was a freak or a slut.

  On some level, I knew I wasn’t any of those things. I was still an innocent virgin, but what other words could describe a girl who wanted to be fucked by both her stepbrother and stepfather at the same time?

  It wasn’t normal, that’s for sure.