Chapter Eight
I use my forefinger and thumb to spread her pussy lips apart, then glance up at the boy, exposing the tiny pink pearl.
“You see this?” I ask, using the tip of my finger to gently rub her clit.
She squirms slightly at the sensation, and I smirk.
Maybe she wants Daddy more than she wants her brother, but that’s not on the cards tonight.
I reach over and smack Richter on his arm to get his attention away from Skylar and he rubs his arm as he finally tears his eyes away from her splayed in front of me and nods.
“Do you know what to do with it?” I question as I continue to gently run the tip of my finger against it.
Skylar sucks in a breath and wiggles on the table, getting my attention for a mere moment.
Just like Darby and Taylee. Jocelyn didn’t react to me laying my hands on her like this.
He shakes his head as he looks at me. He’s trying to hide what he’s feeling right now behind a mask of rage, but he looks more like a hungry lion than a pitiful lamb.
He’s losing his will right now and that’s exactly what needs to happen.
“Alright,” I continue as my finger keeps circling the hard nub. “There are a couple of things you can do, but right now, you need to learn the basics.”
I get to my feet and move to the side, my hand never leaving her soft pussy, my finger still forming slow, deliberate circles.
If I let him fuck her tonight, she’s going to have to be wet so I’m doing him a favor.
I’m being a damn good father to both of them right now by stepping in and doing my part when I could just let them figure it out on their own.
“Wipe the spit from your mouth and sit down in front of her,” I tell him evenly.
It amazes me that the sight of pussy can make him so fucking hungry for something he’s never had, but I refuse to let him slobber all over her.
He has to learn to do this the right way and he needs to be a man about it.
Using the back of his hand, Richter wipes at his lips, then takes the seat I was occupying during dinner and sits down for his own special meal.
His eyes never leave Skylar.
They flicker to my finger, then to her hole, then back again.
If that’s all he wants to do with her, then I’ve already wasted my fucking time.
“Take a deep breath,” I instruct him.
I watch as he fills his lungs with his sister’s scent, then uses both hands to run his hands back through his hair.
I chuckle, glancing down at Skylar whose face is a light shade of red, and watch as her breathing becomes ragged.
She’s going to come from something so menial that it’s almost not worth it, but I’m curious to witness it.
Since I won’t be fucking her, I think I’ve earned the right to see what she looks like when she’s tipped over the edge.
Richter grabs the sides of the chair and pulls himself closer to her, but I hold up a hand to stop him.
I turn away from him and lean over Skylar, moving my finger in a faster circle.
She closes her eyes tightly and bites down on her lower lip, grunting.