Total pages in book: 12
Estimated words: 10512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10512 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 53(@200wpm)___ 42(@250wpm)___ 35(@300wpm)
“I have school to pay for, Daddy,” she whined and worked more of her fist into her tight pink cunt.
“If Daddy knew his sweetheart needed money, she should have come to me. That pisses me off, baby. You know I would have given you whatever you needed.”
She pouted, and damn was that sexy. “I’m an independent woman, Daddy. I don’t need help.”
Fuck, it was hot that she was so strong in her own right.
“Pay her, Kyle. Let’s make this worth it for our girl.”
Kyle slowly grinned, and I knew giving her money turned him on in a depraved way, too.
Kyle pulled out his phone, already knowing how to send her funds since I'd told him beforehand….when we’d watched our girl perform online.
“My baby girl is worth more than any amount, but how about we start with a thousand dollars, darling?”
I smirked, knowing Kyle was playing with our sweetheart. She’d get all the money she needed. She just had to play the games we wanted.
She fit more of her fist into her cunt.
“Look at you stretching your pussy out. It’s getting all nice and wide for me, baby girl.” Kyle took another step closer. “Show us how well you take your daddy and uncle's orders.”
“That two thousand will get you two fingers,” she moaned as she inserted her index and middle fingers around her fist. “If you want more, it’s gonna cost you.”
“I want both of you to stretch this pussy nice and wide for Uncle Aiden and Daddy Kyle.”
Hearing our names said by her while she pumped her fist into her cunt had me on the edge. I pulled my phone out and sent her even more money, and the little spitfire smirked. She liked playing this game with us.
“The other hand, sweetheart,” I demanded roughly.
And she did exactly what I wanted.
She mewled and leaned back even more, spreading her legs wider for us. “This hurts, Uncle Aiden.”
I pumped my fist over my cock faster. I saw Kyle do the same.
“I don’t think Daddy would like knowing what you’re forcing his little girl to do.”
I groaned a little too loudly, but it matched my twin’s.
“My brother likes it, sweetheart. He likes watching you degrade yourself for our pleasure.”
“I’ve been so horny for the both of you for so long now. All my little pussy wants is to be filled with your big dicks. I want to feel nice and full.”
Kyle didn’t say a word as he moved to the bed, right in front of her splayed thighs, and pointed his cock at her cunt.
“This is wrong.” He crooked a finger for her to come closer. “But I’ve never felt anything better.” And when my brother looked at me, and I saw something severe in his expression. I knew. I knew what he wanted.
I needed that, too.
When I stared at Kyle’s cock, my mouth watered, remembering the dirty things the two of us used to do when we were kids...things we never spoke about after we’d done them.
This whole notion of being attracted to family wasn’t new to me. Phoebe wasn’t the first blood relative I desired. I’d wanted her father first.
“Fuck,” Kyle said when he was right there with me, remembering what we’d done as teenagers. “This is so fucked up even for us.”
I chuckled at the faux shock in my brother’s voice.
I didn’t miss the way Kyle’s gaze moved from my face to my fist stroking my cock. I wanted to play with my twin, too.
“So, you’re telling me the idea of your twin fucking your ass while you order your little girl to do all the dirty things you want doesn’t drive you insane and make you want to come?”
He looks back at Phoebe, who still has both fists wedged in her pussy. I noticed the lube sitting on the bedside table and wondered how much she’d used to get herself good and juicy.
“That’s my daughter,” Kyle whispered, shaking his head as if hoping the lustful ideas centered on Phoebe could be cast out.
“And I was your brother, but it was the best fucking I’d ever had, and nothing has ever come close since.” But I knew being with Phoebe would bring everything full circle. “If you really want to be logistical about it, you're far more related to me than you are to her.”
Kyle froze, his gaze swinging back to look at me. In that moment, I could see the various emotions flashing in his eyes: pain, regret, anger, desire, and lust. I knew at that moment Kyle would bend because he always did. Because he wanted this just as much as I did.
We were all fucked up, but we were fucked up with each other.
He’d spent his life denying what he wanted because it was wrong. And we knew it was. But we couldn't stop how we felt.