Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 94(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Scott lets out a low wolf whistle.
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous,” he rasps. “I like that one where she’s bent over, pulling her cheeks apart. Can’t wait to be in there, tasting those tight holes. But fuck man. How’d it get to the current situation? Did she ask you for the gang-bang? Or did you put her up to it? And why does she want to be fucked by multiple men so bad?”
I shrug, deciding to gloss over the hairier parts.
“Lily’s a young woman who’s in touch with her needs,” I say in a casual tone. “That’s something we can thank women’s lib for. These days, ladies aren’t afraid to articulate what they want in bed, and what Lily wants is to sample cock. A lot of it.”
Barrett squints piercing blue eyes at me.
“And you’re okay with that?”
I shrug.
“I mean, I’m not exactly an expert at raising kids, but I think it’s better if my stepdaughter sows her wild oats under my supervision.”
Cross snorts.
“Isn’t that an oxymoron?” he asks in a wry tone. “If you’re sowing wild oats, you’re doing it without adult supervision.”
I shrug.
“Maybe, but my stepdaughter and I are involved, both physically and mentally, and her happiness means a lot to me. So yeah, I think it’s best if Lily experiences group sex under my watchful gaze. I mean, think about drinking: would you rather your kids get drunk for the first time with a bunch of inexperienced teenage alcoholics, or would you rather introduce your child to alcohol yourself, while warning them of the benefits and drawbacks of the stuff?”
Barrett shrugs his broad shoulders.
“I don’t have daughters, but I know my sons were pounding beers with their friends by the time they were fourteen.”
I shake my head.
“Shit man. That’s real fucked up. Fourteen?”
Barrett nods, his chiseled jaw tight.
“Yeah, which is why I’m not in a position to judge. None of us are,” he says with a meaningful gaze at Cross and Scott. “Maybe we haven’t fucked our stepdaughters, but being a parent is never easy and I’ve raised two boys. I guess Scott, Cross and I just want know the why of this encounter, and you’ve told us: it’s because Lily requested a gangbang.”
“She absolutely requested it,” I growl in response, blue eyes flashing. “This was her idea, definitely. Why, do I give the impression that I’m forcing her?”
Cross shrugs, taking a sip of his sake before popping a rice ball into his mouth.
“I don’t know, my man. I mean, the whole situation is obviously a clusterfuck. You’re what? Forty? Forty-five? And you’re sleeping with a woman two decades your junior, who also happens to be your dearly departed wife’s daughter. Oh, and she’s financially dependent on you, so she’s vulnerable. Let’s not forget that.”
“She is financially dependent on me,” I affirm. “Lily has a trust, or rather she had a trust. She blew through it while in New York,” I grimace. “But I put a stop to the spending, and I’m adding to the trust once more, so she’ll get back on her legs again.”
“Yeah, but for now, she’s vulnerable, my man. Your stepdaughter gets everything from you, from a roof over her head to food on the table. Can you blame us for wanting to make sure she’s doing this of her own volition?”
“I appreciate the diligence, but I assure you, she wants the gang-bang,” I say in a smooth tone. “She asked for it.”
“Okay,” Cross responds in a deep voice, his expression intent. “But one more thing: Lily’s legal, right? We don’t want to be caught with our dicks buried deep in an underage vixen.”
“Lily’s legal,” I immediately reply. “Turned eighteen last year. Soon to be nineteen, in fact. Does that take care of your questions?” I ask in a smooth tone. “Or are there more that I should address?”
“No, no more,” Scott growls. “We’ve dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s. Thanks, my man. We didn’t mean to put you under the microscope but fuck, your daughter’s juicy and we just want to make sure everything’s kosher before shit goes down tomorrow. Lily’s a ten,” he adds. “I don’t know how you got her to pose for the camera, but she’s ripe. And fertile.”
“She’s on birth control,” I interject immediately, suddenly feeling a rush of jealousy. “Don’t even think about getting her pregnant.”
“Possessive some?” Cross asks, lifting his sake glass to me. “Sounds like you’re the man who wants to give her babies.”
“In fact, I do,” I say, feeling the jealousy subside a little as I down my first piece of sushi. It’s raw mackerel on special Japanese rice spiked with a bit of vinegar, and it goes down smooth. This restaurant is definitely worth the four-figure price tag, even if I’m not a huge raw fish dude. But there are more important issues at stake, and after swallowing, I turn to my buddies once more.