Daddy’s Little Secret (Wet For Stepdad)

Abigail’s Pov I never thought I’d end up here, strapped into a swing in our basement, my brother Cassian kneeling between my legs while my Dad’s massive black c**k was behind me. My skin still stung in the best way, little rivers of hardened wax cracking as I squirmed, my p***y already soaked just from the way they’d been looking at me all night. Thanks to my stupid college boyfriend that dumped me… if not I would never have had a chance to have s*x with my stepdad and brother. It began a week ago. When Dad came home from the office, he was exhausted but looked more handsome. I was lying on the couch in one of his favorite white shirts, I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. When he walked in, his brown eyes were locked onto my bare thighs. He always had his eyes watching me as if I were a painting whose contours he was cataloging, the swell of my hip, my n*****s pushing against my soft shirt. He never took them off me that night. “You’re going to get me in trouble, Abi,” he whispered as he dropped his keys on the counter. His voice was rough, the kind of rough that made my p***y tighten. “Wearing my shirt like that, are you trying to make me lose my mind?” I bit my lip, pulling my fingers up my stomach until they touched my breasts. “Maybe, I just like how it smells like you, Daddy.” He groaned and walked to me, his hand caressing up my thigh. “You asked for this,” he whispered, his fingers teasing the hem of the shirt. “f**k, wet for daddy, already?” He didn’t give me a chance to respond. He slipped two fingers under the fabric, rubbing slow circles over my c**t. “Yes… Daddy…I am wet for you.” “You have been like this for a week, haven’t you? Needy little thing, waiting for Dad’s f*****g touch, hnn?” I screamed when he pinched my n****e through the shirt, my back arching. “Daddy…” “Shh.” His mouth landed onto mine, his tongue forcing its way inside me, and he tasted like whiskey and sin. He kissed me like he owned me, like he’d been starving for it. His right hand tore the shirt, buttons popping down, and then his mouth found my left tit, sucking hard, biting just enough to make me scream. “You’re going to be mine tonight, Abi. You’re going to let dad f**k you, aren’t you?” “Yes… Yes,” the word turned into a moan when he finally pushed two fingers inside me, curling against my G-spot. “Oh God, Dad, yes…” He chuckled as he added a third finger, stretching me like he had been craving this for a long time. “Good girl.” Then his phone buzzed. He pulled back just enough to glance at it. “f**k. Your brother is on his way home. You want him to see you like this? My fingers in your tight little cunt, my mouth on your t**s?” My breath hitched. My brother was built like a f*****g god, with a c**k that had ruined more than one girl in college a few months back. The idea of him walking in, of him joining… “Yes, Dad,” I whispered. “I want him to see. I want him to—” “To what?” His fingers curled inside me, making my words dissolve into a broken cry. “To f**k me with you, Daddy,” I cried out. “I would be excited to wrap myself around your beautiful, thick cocks.” His eyes widened. “Dirty little girl.” He pulled his fingers out, bringing them to my mouth. “Suck them,” he commanded. I listened to him, tasting myself on his fingers, my tongue swirling around them. “That’s it little slut, get ready for the real show,” he whispered. I was so happy that I would finally be f****d by my stepdad and brother, whom I had been wanting for a long time. Cassian didn’t even knock. He just barged in laughing then stopped midway. Dad’s hand was still tangled in my hair. His gaze dropped to my p***y, glistening and swollen, then flicked up to meet mine. “What… are you two f*****g doing… right now?” “Cass, your little sis has been waiting for you,” Dad said. His thumb pressed against my c**t, making me jerk. “She’s been very good for me. Thought you might want to join us.” I could see Cassian’s c**k was already half-hard in his jeans, throbbing like a bird trying to flee from its cage. “Are you sure about that, Little sis?” His voice was rough, but his eyes were locked onto mine. I nodded, spreading my thighs wider. “Yes, brother, I want you two. I have been wanting this since. I’m such a little w***e for both of you.” And that was all it took. Cassian was on me in seconds, his mouth crashing onto mine while Dad unzipped his trousers, freeing his big thick c**k. Cassian’s hands were everywhere… cupping my breasts, pinching my n*****s, sliding down to join Dad’s fingers inside me. “f**k, you’re f*****g soaked,” Cassian groaned against my lips. “You’ve been thinking about this, haven’t you? About both of us f*****g you senseless? Showing no mercy?” “Yes… yes…” I gasped when Dad’s c**k pressed my entrance. “I have been dreaming about it, I have wanted both of you to f**k me like no tomorrow…To f**k me like my body was made for you.” Dad didn’t give me time to adjust. He slammed his big thick into me in one rough thrust, stretching me around his perimeter. “Oh f**k, Daddy…” I clawed at Cassian’s shoulders, my nails digging in his skin. “Dad, it’s too f*****g big…” “No, little sis, it’s not,” Cassian murmured, his lips trailing down my neck. “I know you can take it.” His hand was wrapped tight around my neck, tight enough to make me beg for air. “You deserve to be f****d well.” “Now be a good little slut and suck my f*****g c**k while dad f***s that pretty little p***y of yours.” I didn’t have to think. I got down on my knees and my mouth opened as Cassian pulled out his thick, long c**k that was already leaking, and I took him deep into my mouth, my throat opening up for him. Dad grabbed my ass, ramming his c**k into me from behind. “f**k! This feels sooo goodddd,” I moaned softly against my brother’s c**k. The dual sensation felt like I had been reborn into a harem. Dad’s c**k pounding my p***y while Cassian f****d my mouth had me seeing stars. “That’s it,” Cassian groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Take it all, little sis. Let me feel that w***e throat around me.” He thrust deeper, hitting the back of my throat, I gagged, saliva dripping down my chin. “f**k… yes, just like that.” Dad’s hands were brutal on my waist, his c**k pistoning in and out of me with wet slapping sounds. “You love this, don’t you baby girl?” he grunted. “Getting used to both of us, and being our little fucktoy.” “Yes, Daddy, I love being used by both of you,” I moaned around Cassian’s c**k, my p***y clenching around Dad’s c**k. The sound of skin on skin, the obscene squelching of my arousal, the way they both groaned when I hollowed my cheeks—it was too much. My orgasm crashed into me, my body shaking as I came on Dad’s c**k, my moans muffled by Cassian’s c**k. “I want you both to f**k me every day. I love your c***s. I want you to f**k my holes like you can’t live without them.” “Little w***e,” Dad growled, his pace never slowing. “Now it’s our turn.”