Incendiary (Inferno 4)

A small smile curves the edge of my lips.

“You’re almost there, baby girl,” I tell her softly.

It’s taking so much willpower right now not to bust through her wall with my fingers.

I’m leaving that up to Richter to do since she’s going to be his wife, and he’s going to do it with his little pecker before anything else.

“Come on girl,” I say, leaning down, closer to her face. “Open your eyes and look at Daddy when you come.”

Her hand instantly grips my forearm. I doubt she even understands what I’ve said to her or what’s happening, but the way she digs her fingernails into my flesh tells me that she’ll be good from now on.

Skylar whimpers as her body starts to shake.

I glance quickly at Richter to make sure he’s still paying close attention, and when I realize he is, I go back to looking at my little girl.

“Skylar?”

She lets out a loud gasp as her body lifts slightly off the table, and her eyes widen. Her fingernails dig in deeper as she finally gives in to the little treat I’ve been giving her.

“Good girl,” I say as I gently run a hand over her hair. “At least we know you’re capable of that now.”

I reach for one of the cloth napkins on the table and wipe my hand clean before I toss it on the floor, covering the mess I left for her, and go back to instructing.

“Think you can get her to do that?” I ask Richter.

He nods confidently and it’s all I can do not to laugh. There’s no way that Skylar will be able to come again so quickly, but part of the lesson is practicing until everything is perfect.

He leans forward reaching for her clit, and then looks up at me angrily when I smack his hand away.

“Not with your hands,” I bark at him.

“But that’s what you—”

“Don’t you want to be your own man?” I snap. “Now listen to me and do what I tell you to.”

He grunts as he sits back in the chair, and I let out a heavy sigh as I reach for his shirt and pull him forward.

Skylar sits as best as she can, and I shake my head at her, nodding for her to lie back down.

“Do what I did with my finger. Use your tongue,” I instruct him with a nod as I cross my arms over my chest.

“But I don’t know how,” he objects, looking up at me in frustration.

I close my eyes for a moment and take a deep breath, forcing myself to be patient.

“You’ll figure it out once you get going. Start with how I used my finger. And make it fast, I don’t have all fucking night.”

Richter takes a deep breath as he scoots his chair forward and grips Skylar by the hips.

“Don’t you think she should take her damn panties off first?” I ask irritably.

He hesitates for a moment as she shimmies out of her underwear, recovering quickly when I stand up, fully prepared to force his face against her pussy if I need to.

He slowly places the tip of his tongue against her clit, then stops instantly when Skylar squirms.

“Keep going,” I tell him evenly.

I place a hand on the table and tilt my head so I can watch him until he finally seems to have the hang of it.

When his sister is moaning like her whore of a great-grandmother, I know I can leave them to it.

I nod in satisfaction when I come to terms with the fact that maybe they both want to learn after all.

Perhaps the boy will be ready to become the man of the house sooner than I’ve given him credit for.