The Wanted Short Stories (Wanted 5.5)

She smiled and began walking toward the steps. She up a few steps and stopped. She slowly pushed her shorts down and then hooked her fingers under her panties. She sat down on the wooden stairs and moved to the edge. When she spread her legs open, I let out a moan.

“My turn,” she softly said.

I dropped to my knees and quickly buried my face between her legs.

“Oh…yes…”

We usually never did anything like this out in the open since the twins started opening their bedroom door, but tonight, something had come over both of us. Her hands began pulling on my hair as she pushed my face in closer to her. I slipped two fingers inside her, and she let out a gasp.

“Oh yes…Josh,” she whispered.

I flicked my tongue faster against her clit as I pushed my fingers in and out. I began sucking on her clit, and she lost it.

“Oh God…shit…shit…shit…”

I looked up as she had both hands covering her mouth, and her eyes were closed. I loved making her come. I quickly began kissing up her body, and then I slipped inside her and slowly started moving in and out. I was about to come, so I pulled out and lifted her up.

I carried her into the kitchen and set her down on the island. “Lie down, Heather.”

She moved and lay down. I crawled on top of her, and I pushed inside her warmth. I couldn’t believe how wet she was.

“Jesus, you’re always so ready for more, Heather.”

“Yes. Hard, Josh. I just want it hard.”

I began giving her what she wanted. Each time, I would slam into her a bit harder, and she would let out moan after soft moan.

“Fucking yeah,” I hissed between my teeth.

She lifted her shirt and bra and started playing with her breasts. I grabbed on to her hips and pulled her up some as I began pumping faster and harder.

“Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes! Ah…”

I could feel her squeezing on my dick, and I was just about to come when I heard, “Daddy? You’re not supposed to jump on the furniture.”

My dick instantly went down. I stopped moving and looked at Libby standing there, clutching her teddy bear in her arms.

“Motherfucker,” I whispered.

I glanced down at Heather. She was laughing so hard that she had tears running down her face.

Somehow, between her laughing and crying, she managed to say, “Finally! I’m not the one deprived of an orgasm!”

I quickly pulled out of her and reached in a drawer for a hand towel. “Very funny, Heather.”

I got down as Heather pulled her bra and shirt down.

She looked at me and said, “My pants are, um…”

Then, Libby turned and walked away. I began following her as she made her way back into her bedroom, and then she climbed up into bed.

Oh dear God, we have a sleepwalker.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when Heather stepped out of the bathroom. She was wearing a beautiful red dress, and she grinned from ear to ear as she spun around.

Oh, holy hell.

The damn dress was completely open in the back, and the slit damn near came all the way up her leg.