Page 82 of The Tangle of Awful

She glowers at me and then turns her puppy dog eyes on Dad. He usually melts under that particular gaze, but not this time. His body straightens and he steps forward, crowding us.

“You’re not leaving,” he says, voice firm and unyielding. “End of discussion, young lady.”

I laugh because Dad trying to be fatherly right now is pretty fucking comical.

“Excuse me? You’re not my dad!” Aubrey yells, going back into psycho mode. “I’m eighteen. I can do whatever I want.”

Dad grabs her jaw, forcing her to look up at him. Her eyes are wide, nearly bugging out of her head. “I said you’re not leaving. We’re done talking about this.”

“You can’t hold me captive!” she shrieks, wriggling in our hold.

“The hell I can’t,” Dad growls. “You’ll stay here where it’s safe. Where we can protect you.”

She freezes and then tries a different tactic. “Oh yeah? Gonna tie me to your bed, Hugo?” Her head jerks out of his grip and she pins me with a hard glare. “Or will I be taken to yours, Spencer? Exactly who do I belong to? Who’s my warden?”

The room goes quiet as she waits. She’s trying to trip us up—playing chicken until we release her. I peel my stare from hers and look my dad right in the eye.

“I’m going to put my dick in her smart mouth, Dad, until she stops fucking talking about leaving.” I grin evilly at him. “Any objections?”

His jaw clenches and I can see the moral battle flickering in his eyes. Then, much to my surprise and a testament to his equal obsession with her, he shakes his head. “I’m rather tired of this conversation too. Do what you need to do, Spencer.”

“You’re just going to walk away and let him face fuck me?” Aubrey screeches. “Fuck you, Hugo. I thought you loved me.”

He chuckles, dark and sinister. “Who said I was walking away?” He hooks his finger into her tank top and bra strap, slowly tugging it down over her shoulder. “I’m staying right here.”

She gasps as his mouth meets her bare shoulder. This is totally fucked-up, but I’m here for it. Honestly, I want to see if Dad will really go through with it. Sharing a girl with your son has to be a mindfuck.

“Take her shorts off,” Dad orders. “She can’t go anywhere without shorts on.”

I rip off my T-shirt and then reach for the button on her shorts. She doesn’t try to stop me. In fact, her hand slides to my hair, fingers ruffling through it like she does at night before she falls asleep. I can hear Dad messily kissing her shoulder and neck as I pull her shorts down. Her panties come down next. Before I can touch her, Dad’s hand cups her pussy and then his finger slips inside of her.

“Oh,” she breathes.

I want to shove his hand away, but it’s fucking hot watching him fingerfuck her.

“Get on the bed and watch her come,” Dad growls between kisses on her neck.

I’m hard as stone, which makes taking my jeans and boxers off a little complicated. When I’m fully nude, I climb onto her bed and grip my dick.

“Take your shirt off, Love. I’m tired of looking at it. Bra too.”

She trembles with need but dutifully obeys him now, ridding herself of the last of her clothing. Dad dips down to suck on her tit, tongue laving over the nipple and making her groan. I fuck my hand harder and faster, enjoying this fucked-up show.

“Look at your stepbrother,” Dad rumbles. “Would you rather be over there sucking his cock or with my fingers inside you?”

“B-Both,” she whines. “I need you both.”

Pre-cum leaks from my slit, rolling down the crown of my dick, begging to be licked.

“Come suck my dick,” I murmur. “Come here, baby.”

Her hooded eyes meet mine and she gently pushes Dad’s hand away from her pussy. She saunters over to me, tits jiggling with each step. I’m entranced by how goddamn sexy she is. Like some sort of lethal panther, she prowls onto the bed, finding her way to my dick. I stare at her, fixated on her supple lips and rosy cheeks.

From the corner of my eye, Dad removes his clothes and then walks over to the edge of the bed. Her tongue licks up the pre-cum on my dick and then she’s yanked away from me. Her nails rake down my abs and she cries out. Without preamble, Dad grips his own dick and then thrusts into her.

Seeing her staring up at me, inches from my dick while my dad fucks her is the single most erotic thing I’ve ever encountered. I grab hold of her hair, jerking her closer to me. Her mouth eagerly tries to suck my cock into her mouth. Again, Dad yanks her back, slamming into her roughly.

She moans, eyes fluttering in ecstasy. She fucking loves this.

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