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by Alexa Riley


  “You know damn well you can’t keep it from me,” he said, closer than she realized.

  Gavin had come through the house like a bat out of hell and she ducked into the closet to try and think before he got a hold of her.

  That was the problem with the two of them. He wasn’t just her husband, he was her daddy, too. And she always did what Daddy said.

  “Tawny, I can see your bare feet under there. If you’re wanting me to come in there and haul your little ass out, then so be it. But I’m going to fuck you good and proper no matter which way we do this.”

  She bit her lip and pushed the dresses aside to step out. One look at her face and Gavin was in front of her.

  “Shit, baby, what’s wrong?” His face paled immediately. “What happened at the doctor’s? All your text message said was you were all clear.”

  “I’m fine, I’m fine,” she said, realizing she probably scared him. “He said everything looks good.”

  “Then what’s got you twisted up and hiding from me? I thought you were just trying to give me something to chase.” Gavin smiled as he pulled her into his strong arms.

  Tawny put her head on his chest and he kissed the top of her head.

  “It’s just that we’ve got five boys,” she said, looking up into his eyes.

  His hands traveled down to her ass and pulled her against him as he carried her out of the closet and into the bedroom.

  “You’re damn right we do. I gave you every one of them,” he said, rubbing her against his heavy erection as he walked to the bed. “I’m in need, baby. Real bad.”

  Tawny put her hands on his chest and let out a breath. “What if maybe we used a condom this time?”

  Gavin looked confused for a moment and then he broke out into a loud laugh, shaking his head.

  “God, I thought for a second you might be serious.” He laid her down on the bed and started tugging on her shorts.

  “No, I’m serious, Gavin.”

  His hands paused as he looked down at Tawny and then his eyebrows furrowed together. “What are you talking about? Is there a reason you don’t want me to fuck you bare?” Tawny tried to sit up, but he came over on top of her and put his weight on her body to hold her in place. “Is there a reason you don’t want my baby?”

  “It’s not that, really. I just…” She bit her lip, trying to think of a way to explain, but decided to go with honesty. It was always best to talk it out with Gavin. Any time she ever needed anything, all she had to do was ask. Was this moment really so different? “I love you.”

  “And I love you. Now tell me what’s got you so worried you want me to wrap my dick in plastic before I fuck what belongs to me?”

  Tawny couldn’t help herself and let out a little laugh. “What if we never have a girl? What if you keep giving me boys? We’ve never talked about stopping, but I know you won’t be happy until I get my own pink bundle.”

  “Damn right. You told me what you wanted and I’m going to keep doing it until I make it happen.”

  Tawny rolled her eyes at her adoring husband, the man who would literally do anything to make her happy.

  “Daddy, you know I told you I wanted a girl, but that doesn’t take away from my love for every single one of our boys. Or my love for you.”

  “You can’t call me Daddy and ask me not to fuck a baby into you,” he said as his hands slid down lower and to her panties. “I won’t let you deny me.”

  “That’s not what I’m saying.” Tawny’s breath grew heavy as Gavin’s hand pushed the wet material to the side and his rough fingers dove between her tender folds.

  It had been a long eight weeks of petting, and her body ached to be filled. To be pounded into the mattress by Gavin’s hulking, sweaty body until they both couldn’t move. Tawny tried to remind herself why she was putting up a fight. It felt so good to have him touch her, but it was the only relief she’d had and it wasn’t going to do the job. Not if her soaked panties were any indication. She needed the width of his cock stretching her wide and the pulse of his come inside her.

  “What are you saying?” He slipped his fingers from her clenching hole and slid them into his mouth, licking them clean.

  “I’m saying maybe we should talk about having another baby before we try and make one.” The words fell out in a rush as if saying them quickly would help lift the weight on her chest. But even admitting her fears didn’t make her feel better. Only Gavin could do that.

  He slipped the round head of his cock between Tawny’s hot folds, and her breath caught in her throat. She arched her back and closed her eyes at the feeling of his warm smooth skin against her own.

  “Baby, look at me.”

  She did as he asked, and there was so much tenderness in his eyes. He always looked at her like that. Like she was the only woman in the world.

  “I’ll never put anything between us. But if you really don’t want another baby, we’ll figure something else out.” Gavin pushed in a little, and the stretch hurt so good it made her whole lower body ache for more. “Just don’t ever tell me I can’t have what’s mine.”

  He thrust all the way in, and Tawny cried out as she clung to him. The feel of him was almost too much. He was so big that it should have been impossible for him to fit, yet her body always adjusted. She was meant to take him, meant to belong to him in every way.

  Her breasts were heavy with milk as he kissed his way over to one. Her nipples tingled as they let a drop of cream balanced on the tip as he thrust into her. When his tongue found the sweetness, he moaned, opening his mouth over the peak and taking his share. That was what she would miss the most. She loved feeding her boys, but especially her daddy. There was something so intimate and dirty about those moments.

  “Don’t take this from me,” Gavin whispered against her sensitive silk around her nipple. “It’s my treat, too.”

  Her uterus clenched as his heavy thrusts became less controlled. He always tried to be careful with her, but when he was desperate, all bets were off. His big body moved above hers, and she was pinned to the bed without a way to stop it. Not that she would even try. But the thought of him taking what he wanted only heightened her desire.

  “Give me one more try,” he pleaded as he thrust all the way to his heavy balls and held himself there. Seated deep within her, he flexed his thick length, teasing her with what he had to offer. “I can feel you opening up for it. No matter what your mouth says, your pussy wants to breed. I told you I’d take care of you and make your father proud. He’s been made a granddaddy five times over, but don’t you think he’d want a little girl, too?”

  “Oh god,” Tawny gasped as she felt her warm, sticky desire travel down between them and smear on the inside of her thighs. Her body was ready and waiting. Even after just having a baby, it craved another. As if there was some primal instinct inside of her to breed with her daddy.

  “That’s it, sweet girl, let me in.”

  She spread her legs wider as Gavin pushed in deeper, but never pulled out. He held his hefty cock right where Tawny needed it most, and her body no longer belonged to her. She tensed as his warm release began to pulse inside of her, triggering her climax. She came with a scream, her constant need finally sated by the spray of his semen into her womb. She’d been bred in that moment. She could feel it. Just like all the other times. She knew the moment it happened that his seed would take root, but this time it was different.

  When she lifted her heavy lids and looked into his possessive eyes, he knew it too. He grunted as pulled out just a little before sliding back through the cream they just made. His cock now slick with release he began to thrust harder and in longer strokes.

  “See? All you had to do was spread those pretty legs and let me have my way.” Gavin grabbed her hands and held them above her head as he pounded into her. “Gonna make good and damn sure you get your baby girl. And there won’t be any more talk about condoms or keeping me out of your pussy ever again.”

  “Yes, Daddy,” Tawny breath
ed as his rough thrusts owned every inch of her.

  Her love for Gavin was unlike anything she’d ever felt before. And their sons were the pride and joy of their lives. Tawny didn’t have plans to have so many children, but with the way she couldn’t keep her hands off him, it was bound to happen. But in the core of her soul she knew that with how much she loved Gavin, there was no way to control it. All she could do was grow their love and surround them with the family she’d always been missing. Her father would have been proud of the woman she’d become and how Gavin had taken such good care of her.

  Gavin was right, but then again, he always was. And nine months later, when they were in the hospital holding their pink bundle of joy, Tawny couldn’t have felt more complete. It was all truly a fantasy come to life that became a fairy tale.

  THE END!

  This whole book bio is a WARNING!

  A step-dad and a stepbrother hook up with their virgin stepdaughter/stepsister. The dad and son don't mingle. They just take turns with the heroine.

  Friend to friend, this book is filthy. It's a smut-fest like we've never written, and you'll probably die of shame when you read it.

  There's no cheating, and it's even safe! But we've left plot at the door and gone over the line.

  Not for nothing, but you don't want this book. It's a 10,000-word story we had to write for our own personal enjoyment.

  BUT If you insist on buying it, please know that I tried to stop you.

  Enjoy. We sure did.

  Chapter 1

  Rick

  I watch as she scurries around the kitchen putting food onto plates. I can’t seem to pull my eyes away from her creamy, thick legs as she moves about the kitchen wearing one of my shirts. It’s something she always does on laundry day.

  The older she’s gotten over the years, the higher and higher the thing seems to be hitting on her fucking thighs. Thighs that seem to be taking up every one of my thoughts lately. Thighs I think about late at night when I stroke my cock. Thighs I want to part before feasting on what lies between them. I want to sneak into her room and taste that young pussy that I know still has a cherry. It’s in there and it needs to be taken.

  Running a hand over my face, I try to ease some of the tension, a tension that’s been building for months now. A hunger like I’ve never felt. It can’t be fed and is growing each day.

  I should’ve seen this coming. When little Gracie’s mom skipped town five years ago when Gracie was only thirteen, I made no move to track her down. I found out a year later she died from a drug overdose, making me a widower. The only guilt I felt was for Gracie losing her mother, but in all honesty she never really was one.

  Gracie was part of the reason I’d married the woman to begin with. They lived down the trailer court from me and my own son, Ty. I felt sorry for the little girl who ran around, dirty and mussed, and her mom wasn’t half-bad to look at. She had men coming and going, and it worried me for the little girl who wasn’t so little anymore.

  Her ass wiggles as she moves back and forth through the kitchen.

  Her mom and I lasted for about a month, if that. She was gone before the ink was even dry on the marriage license. Probably just happy there was someone else to take care of Gracie. Ty and I have been doing that for the past five years, but the older she got, the more things started to change. I didn’t see her as the dirty little girl anymore. Oh, I wanted to make her dirty, but in a whole different kind of way.

  As if finally noticing me, she turns her head, looking over her shoulder.

  “It’s almost done. I made your favorite.” She places a plate on the table before making her way over towards me. Her waist-length, snow-white hair bounces around her with each step, her tits doing the same. She’s old enough and got big enough titties that she should be wearing a bra, but she’s not. Standing on her tiptoes, she gives me a kiss on the cheek. I clench my fist to stop myself from grabbing a hold of her and pulling her into me. Filling my hands with her lush ass while I find out if she has panties on under my shirt.

  I should tell her to stop dressing like this. That she’s putting me on edge. That I’m going to take the very thing she seems to be taunting me with. I’m not the only one who seems to be noticing her lately, either. Ty’s eyes follow her just like mine do.

  “Is Ty going to be here soon?” she asks, making another plate.

  “He stayed late to pull some overtime. He’ll be home in a little bit.” At my words she finishes making the plate, then puts it in the microwave. It’s something she always does when either one of us gets home late from the factory. We both know that no matter what when we walk in the door, she’ll have warm food on the table for us.

  If you ask me, her staying after she graduated from high school is going to seal her fate. You can’t walk around half-naked in front of two men and think they aren’t going to want a taste. We live in a small town. Most of the population works at the local plastics factory. It’s not like you can go down the road to a local bar and get some easy pussy—unless you want to fuck the same thing everyone else is fucking over and over. Why would I want that when I have a sweet young pussy at home?

  I would smell her cunt as I stroked myself off into a pair of her little white panties. I lick my lips thinking about the pair I got out of her dirty clothes last night. I’d already ruined them. The smell of her pussy was long gone from them, coated and replaced by my scent. It wasn’t enough. I need more. I want to taste it straight from her cunt as I jack my cock.

  She has to be out of panties by now. I have a feeling Ty’s been doing the same thing, so between the two of us, we must have gone through all of them by now. Does that mean she doesn’t have anything on under that shirt as she moves around, her big tits bouncing with each step?

  “You’re not hungry?” she asks, standing next to the little table in the kitchen. She licks her thick bottom lip before her teeth sink into it.

  “It’s not what I want,” I grunt out, making no move to come closer to the table.

  “But it’s your favorite.” She looks down at the table, then her big, blue, innocent eyes meet mine in confusion.

  I make my way over to the table, pulling out my chair and sitting down. She follows suit, and I can feel her eyes on me as I dig in. I do love her pot roast, but today it holds no taste. I sink my teeth into the juicy meat, and with each bite my hunger grows. A hunger that wants to be sinking its teeth into something else.

  When I’m finished, I look over to see she hasn’t even taken a bite of her own food. She just watches me like she’s waiting for something.

  “Do you want more?” she asks, the same confusion from before coloring her tone.

  “It’s not what I wanted.”

  “I can make something else.” She scoots to the end of her chair like she’s about to get up. The action makes the shirt she’s wearing slide up her thighs. One little move and I could find out if she has those panties on or not. I grip her by the wrist, halting her movements, my eyes locked between her legs.

  “Show it to me.” My words come out thick. I don’t look up at her. I keep my eyes locked right where I want them. I feel her pulse pick up, but her fingers move to the hem of the shirt.

  Her hand comes between her legs as she lifts the shirt up just a little, showing me her simple white panties.

  “They smell like you. I found them in your room when I was cleaning.”

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