Incendiary (Inferno 4)

I slip her panties aside, keeping my eyes trained on hers, and when she gasps slightly, I very gently run the tip of my finger down her slit.

It could be so easy right now to take away something that Richter has rights too.

Just one slip of the finger and she could be mine.

I shake my head as I get to my feet and look at the boy.

“She’s ready for you.”

“I don’t know how to do this,” he tells me as he rubs the back of his neck nervously.

“You will once you get your dick in her,” I assure him with a smirk.

I lean a hand against the wall and watch as he takes his shirt off, then his pants. It takes him a few seconds before he’s brave enough to take his boxers off, but when he does, I can see he’s already getting hard.

“Give it a tug. You don’t want to go in unless you’re completely hard. It’ll fuck up the experience for both of you,” I instruct him with a nod.

Richter looks at me nervously before he reaches down and fumbles for his dick.

I roll my eyes.

“I do have other things I need to do today,” I bark at him.

He takes a deep breath as he moves to stand in front of his sister.

She has her eyes on him now, and only him, as any good wife should.

It’s when she pulls up the bottom of the tunic that I find myself becoming angry.

The way she does it is exactly the same, slow way that Taylee did.

That bitch flashed her pussy at me more than once, and even though it didn’t result me in fucking her every time, she sure as fuck let me know when she was in the mood.

I reach over and slap her hand violently, then whip up the tunic the rest of the way.

She looks up at me in confusion as tears sting her eyes and I hold up a warning finger.

“We aren’t here to watch you be a fucking whore. You’re supposed to be a good girl. Act like one.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy,” she says quietly, and I reach over and slap the boy in the back of the head.

“Get moving,” I tell him when he gives me an outraged look.

Taking a deep breath, he moves closer to his sister, crouching enough that he can line up his little pecker with her hole.

As soon as he presses into her opening, her hands grip the couch cushions.

I look away for a moment.

There’s a little bit of Taylee in all of them it seems.

And none of me in this fucking useless boy.

I grunt as I move toward them and put my hands on his shoulders.

“Line it up,” I instruct him irritably.

When he shifts slightly, I put my weight into him.