Chapter 4

After dessert, which was spumoni, always a favorite of mine, I slid into Brooke next, even as Riley spread her cheeks and began rimming her to everyone’s delight. I definitely wanted to plow and impregnate my stepdaughters, all three of them, now that it was legal and I had the chance. The laws in place in the past never made sense to me. Sure, teenagers weren’t as mature as twentysomethings, just as twentysomethings weren’t as mature as thirtysomethings, etc. This didn’t make them children, and infantilizing them was likely to make them less mature, less responsible, not more so.

Now, of course, Erica, Brooke, and Riley could mature a little faster, under my direction and guidance, as they raised my spawn with me. Then again, Siobhan could help out with that process as well. Karen could be more involved if she pulled her out of her ass, though I couldn’t process not to go through with the divorce. She would have a hard time selling me on that, even if I took her back in some fashion. Why would I want to continue to have my finances and my life so entangled, legally, no less, with her? No fucking thanks! She would need to make a very solid case for that.

“Fuck, Daddy, your cock ... it’s the best thing ... ever ... other than Riley’s tongue up my bum ... okay, both are the best ... thing ... ever! Fuck, yes ... eat ... my ... ass, sis! Fuck my pussy, Daddy! Fuck me harder, please, Daddy!” Brooke urged me as I slid deeper inside my own stepdaughter from behind.

“Hey, sis, your butt is so yummy, you know ... I have to eat it so much!” Riley told her sister, even as Erica spread my cheeks and started rimming me.

When I felt lips engulfing my balls and realized that it was Siobhan rolling them around in her mouth, I had to really work not to have sensory overload. I pushed and pulled, in and out of Brooke, my cock exploring her depths with more than my usual vigor, eager as I was to make her cream herself and to put a bun in her oven. That was when my phone rang, of all times, and I picked it up, at least partly out of mischief. It was Karen, of all people!

“Jim, have you seen my daughters? Erica, Brooke, or Riley, or all three? They’re not around here and I haven’t seen them all evening,” Karen began quite unceremoniously, not even a hint of courtesy or civility in her tone.

“Well, as a matter of fact, Karen, our daughters are all with me right now,” I chuckled, “do you wish to speak to one of them? I got Brooke a bit ... occupied at the moment, but perhaps you’d like to speak to Erica or Riley?”

“No, wait, let me speak to Mom, pretty ... please!” Brooke snatched the phone away while mouthing an apology.

This she followed up by pushing back at me with her hips, I might add. I quickly caught on to her intent, chuckling as I thrust deeper inside her and bottomed out for probably the third or fourth time inside her. Erica still explored my cornhole and my butt-crack with her tongue and Siobhan still had my balls rolling around in my mouth, while Riley continued to eat Brooke’s ass like it was going out of style.

“Hey, baby, which one is this?” Karen asked, clearly a bit nervous now, and frankly worried about what her daughters were doing with their stepfather.

“Hey, Mom, it’s me, Brooke, yeah, Daddy said that I was a bit ... occupied, well, that’s one way of putting it ... Daddy’s balls deep inside my tight, teenage twat, from behind, I might add. Yeah, Mom, Daddy’s fucking me, and he’s amazing! You should try it some time, oh, wait, you did, and then you screwed up by kicking him out!

“The only father that I’ve ever had, at least who mattered a damn in my life, and you kicked him for helping out a friend! Fuck you for that, by the way! You brought this wonderful man into our lives, who fucking raised me, loved me, protected me, provided for me, a real man, and you then kicked him out! Fuck you very much!” Brooke told her mother now.

“Honey, he’s not your father! He’s your stepfather, and not for much longer! I know that you grew attached to him, and that’s partly my fault, I guess. I suppose that some things have to be my fault, as awful as that sounds. Anyway, he’s still not a good man. He fucked Michelle, and don’t tell me that he didn’t enjoy that, just because he was ‘helping her out,’ what a crock of shit!

“This business of him being mad that I kicked him out of ‘his own house,’ is getting old! It’s a divorce, so I should get the house ... that’s how it’s supposed to work. A man only gets to keep a house if he keeps the wife! You’re letting him breed you for what, to get back at me? For what, honey? You’re really going to be grounded when you get back home, young lady, you and your sisters!” Karen screamed, not realizing that Brooke and I had the phone on speaker.

“Mom, that’s bullshit and you know it! Besides, it’s too ... late!” Brooke declared as she creamed herself on me, moaning loudly, “he’s about to come inside me, just as he already did inside Erica!”