They can watch

“You girls are more than welcome to watch, but the first round is all me.”

Mindy claps, delighted. “It’s like porn, in real life! And we know all the actors!”

You clear your throat. “I’m guessing I don’t get a say in this.”

The three sisters turn and give you a look that reminds you very much of Lisa. With you put in your place, they turn back to each other.

Izzi shrugs. “I’m okay with that.”

Before you know what’s happening, you are in your bedroom, stripped down to your boxers. All three of the girls are eying you up. “Moment of truth!” declares Sara, pulling down your shorts. Even though Izzi and Mindy have… let’s say seen… it before, there is still something embarrassing about being a spectacle. That doesn’t stop it from being full mast.

“Nice!” Sara says.

“We could have told you.” Mindy is smug.

“Hush from the peanut gallery,” Sara suggests. Mindy pouts, but subsides.

Sara steps close to you and looks you in the eye. “I’ve wanted this for a very long time.”

“Wait, what? Really?”

Sara almost blushes. Her freckles stand out a little. “I’ve had a crush on you since the moment Mom introduced you to us.”

You’re floored. “You never said… you never indicated…”

Sara gives you that familiar look. “Of course not! I was a girl. My stepdad? People would have said I was sick!” She grins wickedly. “But now…”

You enfold her in your arms. She comes willingly, eagerly, bringing her face up to yours. You kiss your stepdaughter. She reciprocates with enthusiasm, pressing her face into yours.

“Take off your clothes!” Mindy cheers. Sara doesn’t pause in her actions, but flips the bird in the general direction of Mindy.

You elect to follow Mindy’s advice, running your hands up Sara’s supple form and dragging the fabric along with. Sara raises her hands to allow you to remove her shirt. She unclasps her bra.

“Like what you see? Daddy?”

Words fail you. It turns out the light freckles on her face are mirrored more strongly on her breasts. They are perky and firm, and her pink nipples are rock-hard. Rather than stammer through some incoherent statement, you take hold of her left breast in your hand while your mouth explores the right. You knead and suck, enjoying the sensations.

You’re not the only one. “Yes, John, don’t stop!” Sara’s breathing is quick and thready. Her knees buckle, and you catch her with your free arm. You move her to the bed, continuing your ministrations.

“Her nipples are really sensitive,” comments Izzi to Mindy.

“I’m a little jealous,” admits Mindy.

Sara’s hips are bucking, so you unbutton her jeans and slide your hand inside. She is soaked, so you slide a couple of fingers right inside, and this sends Sara right over the edge. She gasps and arches, grabbing your hair and pulling it tightly as she orgasms.

“Nice,” comments Mindy. Izzi hushes her as Sara weakly flips her off again.

Sara pushes herself to a seating position, removing her pants. “Hang on, stud, you’re not getting off that easy.”

“I’m not the one who was easy to get off,” you reply, enjoying your word play.

Sara tries not to smile, but fails. “All right, I’ll give you that one.”

She pushes you over onto your back, and begins to kiss you again, rubbing her crotch onto yours. She rubs along you a few times, then straightens up. You gaze upon her glory, her auburn hair tumbling down her shoulders, her freckled chest, her hard nipples. With a small sigh she impales herself on you.

Sara’s eyes are mostly closed as she rides you, her small hand clamped on your pectoral. You’ve been hard for a while now, so you glance to the side to find something to think about to delay orgasm.

This does not help you. Izzi and Mindy are seated in the chair nearby, Mindy on Izzi’s lap. They have both disrobed, and Izzi is idly playing with Mindy’s clit. Mindy has the same half-slitted gaze as Sara. Izzi is looking at you with what looks like approval. Mindy’s hand is clutching her small breast.

Sara’s body slumps over you. Her hips are pumping furiously, and you try to slow her down. She is having none of it. She kisses you again, gasping into your mouth as her body works furiously. The sounds coming from the side also build in urgency. You can feel your crescendo building. Sara pushes down on you and straightens with a loud moan. You try to keep the pace going for your own orgasm, but she slows to a stop.

You’re disappointed. On the one hand, you like to think you’re a gentleman. You got Sara off twice, so that should be enough for you. On the other hand, you were so close…

Sara climbs off you and sighs luxuriously. “John, that was fantastic.”

“You weren’t so bad yourself, sweetie.”

Sara looks at your still raging hard-on. “Obviously not, since you’re not finished. That’s okay, John, I’ll take care of it.”

She leans over and takes hold of your shaft, then slowly slides the whole thing in her mouth.

“Nice!” says Mindy. “Take it all, sis!”

Izzi smiles and kisses Mindy on the cheek. “This is really turning you on.”

“Mmm hmm,” moans Mindy. The color has risen in her face and upper chest.

Sara’s mouth somehow gets tighter as you push against the back of her throat. She has obviously done this before. She glances up at you as she slides her face back and forth, maintaining eye contact. She can feel the build-up in your increasingly tensing body. “Come in my mouth,” she almost begs you.

“So hot,” sighs Mindy. She’s getting close, too. Izzi’s speed increases as she senses her sister’s impending orgasm. Sara’s nail travels up your happy trail, and that light sensation is enough to push you over the edge. You orgasm into Sara’s mouth. As soon as the first spurt hits the back of her throat, she pulls your cock out of her mouth and lets the rest of it hit her in the chest. She smiles up at you. “Good boy.”

This is all Mindy can take. She gives a full body shudder as the orgasm takes over her. Izzi smiles at all of you.

“I love you, family.”