“Bradley,” Sierra whispers in my ear, her lips tickling the lobe, “you’re hard as a rock right now.”
I jolt from my existential fugue state, and look down. I am hard… what the fuck. I should be furious, I should be disgusted, I should be damn-near homicidal, but I’m not. There are times in life where every man’s masculinity is tested, and this was my final exam. Not only did I fail it, I took a steaming shit on the answer sheet, and handed it back to the professor with a smile on my face.
“I think your ex-husband might have a little cuckhold fetish,” Eleanor giggles, her chin resting on my other shoulder, “what a dirty little boy you are, Bradley; your own children…”
“I-I-I’m n-n-not,” I stammer, feeling my face flush, desperately searching for a way to gain control of this situation, “it’s not…”
“It’s not what?” Eleanor says, her words accentuated with a seductive fry. I feel her lips press against my left cheek, and I feel Sierra’s press against my right. They move their hands together along the angle of my pelvis, and Eleanor undoes my fly as Sierra reaches inside. Her cool, soft fingers wrap around my girth, and she sighs delectably into my ear.
“I’ve missed you so much, Bradley,” she whispers, stroking me, “we all have.”
“Laurie especially.” Eleanor laughs, and my gaze falls to my daughter. Her lean, nubile figure sits upright on the couch, framed by the bodies of my son and wife. Her legs are closed and bent at the knees in a façade of propriety, her eyes bare a mask of innocence, and her dainty shoulders slope vulnerably as she covers her breasts in false modesty. She’s being my little girl; my innocent, sweet, little girl. She murmurs soft tones of reluctance as her brother and step mother caress her, but I’ve seen the true Laurie; I know what she really wants. She wants me to ruin her. I feel myself grow even harder in her mother’s hand, and Sierra laughs knowingly.
“You can have her, Bradley,” Sierra’s sweet voice pours poison in my ear, “she’ll let you do anything to her.”
“She’s the family whore,” Eleanor says, her hand joining Sierra’s on my cock, “and she’s been waiting so long for you.”
“Fuck our daughter, Bradley,” Sierra whispers, “fuck her like she wants you to.”
Were I a man of true faith, I would be seeking the guidance of god. As it is, I have two devils on my shoulders, and no angels to refute them. There is no one to guide me to the honorific path, no one to help me through my most trying time. I feel the shame, self-loathing and loss of control, but most of all, I feel the temptation. My god, the temptation. The corruption that seeps its caressing tendrils into the primal corridor of my mind, and tells me it’s alright; it’s alright to want to fuck your teenage daughter.
I let Sierra and Eleanor drop my pants and guide me by the cock to my awaiting daughter. Her vulnerable façade fades as I near her, and the protective wrap of her arms and stiff posture slides into a lazy, splayed figure. Her innocent eyes sparkle with anticipation, and her closed legs separate to reveal the tight, leaking slit between them.
“I’ve been saving this for you, Daddy,” Laurie says in a baby-voice, “I didn’t let anyone else play with it.”
Eleanor relinquishes my member to Sierra, and takes Tom by the hand. Audrie gets up to join them, and the two girls leave in a fit of giggles as Tom fills his palms with their asses. I’m left alone with my daughter, and her mother. Laurie leans back, and beckons me forward with a leering finger and a promising grin. Sierra breathes hot and heavy against my neck as she guides my cock closer and closer to the point of no return; to the place where my family has gone in my absence; the place where I am going now. I feel the tender, soft flesh of Laurie’s thighs in my palms. I watch myself, almost unbelieving, as I guide them to separate. She spreads them willingly, staring up at me from the tops of her eyes, her petite breasts rising and falling with her shallow breaths of anticipation.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” she whispers, her voice quivering with desperate desire, “fuck your baby girl.”
I push the tip of my cock to her dripping petals, and stop. A moment of clarity strikes me; I can still go back, I can still save myself from this. Sierra uncurls her fingers from my shaft and watches me, studies me. Laurie splays her hands lazily beside herself, waiting for me to do the unforgivable. A heartbeat passes, and then another. I feel the battle raging within me, tearing my mind in half. I feel the warm, silky skin of my daughter’s legs, and the hot, dripping flesh of her pussy. I feel two, dainty heels push into the small of my back. I feel them guide me forward, and I see the sparkling sapphire eyes of my daughter smirking up at me. I feel myself lose the last of my resolve, and I see Laurie’s smile broaden as she guides me inside her.
“That’s it,” she whispers through grinning lips as her wet heat surrounds me, “come to me, Daddy.”
She envelopes me, taking every inch of my manhood deep within. She gasps as my girth stretches her, and her breathy expulsions turn to moans the deeper I get. Her legs flex around me, and her heels push harder, until our pelvises meet. She holds me in stasis; relishing the wrongness of the situation, and savoring my throbbing rigidity inside her. Her eyes droop in blissful satisfaction, and her inner muscles clench around me, drawing me deeper, embracing me in their wet, lewd hold.
“Oh, yes,” she gasps, licking her lips and taking a deep, indulgent inhale, “this is what I’ve been waiting for.”
“Oh fuck,” I pant, my mind boiling with desire and shame, “what have I done?”
“There’s no shame in it, Bradley,” Sierra says comfortingly, “there’s nothing wrong with you.”
“Yes, there is,” Laurie giggles through a breathy moan, “there’s a hell of a lot wrong with you.”
“Laurie…” Sierra chides her daughter, but Laurie just grins evilly at me, and begins to shift her hips.
“You’re a daughter-fucking piece of shit, Daddy,” Laurie laughs, her voice girlish and innocent, starkly contrasting the venom in her words, “you’re a weak little man who gets hard watching his son fuck his wife.”
I know she’s trying to get a rise out of me, I know she’s trying to make me lose control. Beneath the layer of malice in Laurie’s eyes, is an excited flame shining from her perverse mind. She grinds her hips in a sinuous rotation about my pelvis; her tight pussy lips gripping me and pulling slightly outward from her body with each circular pass. Her toned abdomen flexes in waves as she twists her body along the axis of her penetration. The glint in her eyes grows brighter, and the deviousness of her smile widens. She plants her hands into the cushions, and pushes herself off the couch, her arms straightening beneath her. She stretches backward, her spine arching, and her silky torso flattening below her swaying breasts. She grinds my cock deeper into her, growling in playful lust as she clenches her insides around me.
“You abandoned us, Daddy,” Laurie giggles, moans slipping between her words, “why did you leave me?”
“Sweetie,” I say, struggling against the need to thrust inside her, and the cutting edge of her words, “I just… had to go.”
“You just had to go?!” Laurie laughs, though there’s a dangerous tenor behind her mirth, “Is that all?”
“Your mother and I-”
“I know what Mom did!” Laurie yells, her voice quivering with rage and pleasure. The angrier she gets, the more passionate she becomes. She locks her legs around my waist in a vice, forcing me deeper inside her. Her hot, tight insides clench around me as she pulls herself upright in an arc of auburn curls and graceful athleticism. Her breasts squish against my chest, her belly presses to my abdomen, and her fingers lock together around my neck. She stares up at me; her sapphire eyes brimming with pleasure and hatred, her pale, full lips panting exerted breaths.
“You left me without a father,” Laurie growls, her voice shaking in lust and anger, “because your wife fucked some guy.”
“I’m sorry, Laurie,” I say, my voice wavering as her beautiful, deep eyes stare their wrath into me, “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?!” Laurie laughs, her mirth interrupted by the gasping tones of her pleasure, “Look what I’ve become, Daddy; look what your abandonment did to me.”
“She didn’t have a father to protect her, Bradley,” Sierra whispers her sweet poison into my ear, “she was left vulnerable without you.”
“Maybe if you were there,” Laurie moans, grinding her hips in an intense gyration about my pelvis, willing me deeper inside her as she spills her hatred, “Tom wouldn’t have raped me.”
“What the fu-”
“Maybe if you were there,” Laurie cuts me off, forcing me to look at her, “I wouldn’t have given in to him so easily.”
“Your son raped your daughter, Bradley,” Sierra whispers, her voice dripping in seduction, “and she loved it.”
“Laurie, I-”
“And maybe if you were there,” Laurie whimpers, her voice growing weaker with each drive of my hips, her eyes growing wider the deeper I push into her, “I wouldn’t have fucked my own mother.”
“But you weren’t there,” Sierra sighs, her lips brushing against my ear, her body pressing against my side, “and now we’re all lost.”
“I’m ruined now,” Laurie smiles, her voice quivering as a shudder of pleasure runs down her twisting back, “I could have been a normal, healthy young woman, but that’s been taken from me.”
“Now she’s a hopeless slut,” Sierra whispers, her voice seeping with desire, her hands unbuttoning her shirt as she presses herself to me, “just like her mother.”
“And it’s all your fault.” Laurie says, clasping her hands on my cheeks and holding my head forward, making me look into the pleasure-warped, hate-filled sapphire depths of her eyes. I feel her burning regard etch its way into my heart, and I feel her squeezing me wantonly from the inside. I feel her anger burrowing into my sockets, and I feel her heart beating frantically from her breasts as they deform against my pressing chest. I feel the malice in her words, and I feel her slender belly flexing and convulsing with the ecstasy I’m providing her. I feel her breath on my lips, and taste the air of her mouth on my tongue.
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