I Catch My Stepdaughter and Her Bestie in Bed, Then Join Them

Henrik shoved the front door shut with his hip and let his carry-on thump against the wall. Forty-two years old, tie already hanging loose, he had walked out of the last Chicago meeting early and grabbed a sooner flight, hungry for a quiet afternoon in the house he shared with his wife and his twenty-one-year-old stepdaughter, Rebecca. The place felt hollow. No radio. No clink of dishes. He toed off his shoes and started down the hallway with a beer on his mind.

Then a moan slipped under Rebecca's bedroom door.

It was low and wet, the sound a woman made when she had stopped performing and started taking what she wanted. A second voice answered it, higher, almost a laugh that broke into a gasp. Henrik froze. His wife wasn't due back until late tonight. Rebecca had claimed she would be at the university all afternoon, buried in her senior thesis.

He told himself to keep walking. His body didn't listen.

He set his hand on the knob and eased the door open an inch, then two.

Afternoon sun striped the unmade bed in gold. Rebecca lay naked on her back, dark hair fanned across the pillow, her long pale thighs spread wide around Bianca's hips. Bianca—Rebecca's twenty-year-old best friend, the one who slept over so often she kept a toothbrush in the hall bath—was just as bare, her compact, curvy body rocking in a slow, filthy grind. She was tribbing Rebecca without shame, pussy dragging over pussy, swollen clits catching and sliding in a glistening mess. Rebecca's two fingers were buried in Bianca's cunt, pumping in time with that grind, the wet noise obscene in the still room. Bianca's mouth was latched to Rebecca's throat. Both of them were flushed pink and shining, so lost they had not heard the door at all.

Henrik's cock thickened instantly against his zipper. This was his stepdaughter. He had lived with her as an adult under his roof and had never once crossed the line, and now she was writhing under her best friend, moaning, her full tits bouncing with every roll of Bianca's ass. Forbidden heat slammed through his gut so hard his mouth went dry. He stood in the doorway, breathing through his teeth, watching their juices smear down Rebecca's inner thighs as Bianca ground down harder. Rebecca arched off the mattress and hooked her ankles behind Bianca, shameless. The wet click of their pussies filled the room. Henrik's knuckles went white on the doorframe. His feet stayed planted. He could not look away. He watched her fingers pump inside Bianca and felt his whole life tilt.

Rebecca's eyes opened.

They found him in the doorway and did not fly wide with panic. They went dark and hot. A slow, wicked smile curved her mouth even as Bianca kept grinding against her. Bianca followed her gaze, gasped once, then smiled too, cheeks blazing, lips wet.

"Hi, Henrik," Rebecca said, voice husky, fingers still moving inside her best friend. She didn't cover a thing. She beckoned him with her free hand, two glistening fingers curling. "Don't just stand there staring. Come here."

Bianca bit her lower lip and rolled her hips once more. "Yeah. Come closer. We see you."

Henrik's throat worked. He stepped over the threshold and shut the door because leaving it open felt like insanity. His pulse hammered in his neck and at the base of his cock. Rebecca sat up enough to keep Bianca straddling her, their pussies still pressed together in a shiny seal, and looked him dead in the eye.

"I've wanted this since I turned eighteen," she said, shameless. "Fantasized about you walking in on me. About you joining us. I never said it out loud because of Mom, because of the house, because of everything, but I thought about it. A lot." She glanced at Bianca, then back at him, pupils blown. "We both did today. When we heard you might get home early."

Bianca's laugh came out shaky with arousal. "It's so fucking taboo it makes my head spin. Your stepdaughter. Me in her bed. You watching. It shouldn't get me this wet, but look." She took Rebecca's wrist and pushed those two fingers deeper into herself, then drew them out shining. "I'm dripping just knowing you stood there and stared."

Henrik crossed the carpet. Rebecca reached for his belt. Bianca reached for his shirt buttons. He bent, and Rebecca kissed him first, open-mouthed and hungry, tasting like Bianca's cunt and peppermint gum. Then Bianca tugged his jaw toward her and kissed him too, sweeter, messier, her tongue sliding along his. Rebecca palmed the thick line of his cock through his pants and groaned into his mouth when she felt how hard he already was. Bianca stripped his shirt and raked her nails down his chest. He got a hand between their joined bodies and found both of them soaked, folds slippery, clits swollen. They moaned into his mouth in overlapping, filthy notes.

Clothes came off in a clumsy rush. His pants hit the floor. His cock sprang free, heavy, flushed dark at the head, and both young women stared with hungry smiles. Rebecca wrapped her fingers around him and stroked from base to tip, slow. Bianca leaned in and licked the bead of precum off the slit, then offered her wet tongue to Rebecca so they could share the taste, kissing around his cockhead. Henrik's hands filled with Rebecca's ass and Bianca's breast. Desire stacked until neither girl could keep still, hips rolling against his thighs, mouths back on his. He could smell both of them, sweet and sharp, and it made his cock kick in Rebecca's fist. He was rock-hard, leaking over their knuckles. Both of them were dripping down their thighs, panting, pulling him onto the mattress between them.

They tumbled back into the wrecked sheets in a knot of limbs. Henrik pushed Rebecca's thighs apart with one hand and Bianca's with the other, and they giggled and then moaned in the same breath when he buried his face between them. He ate Rebecca first, dragging the flat of his tongue through her flushed, swollen folds, sucking her clit between his lips while Bianca straddled Rebecca's ribs and leaned down to kiss her. The girls made out wetly above his head, tongues sliding, spit shining on their chins, while he licked Rebecca in long, devoted strokes until her hips jerked off the bed and her fingers twisted in his hair. Then he turned his face and hauled Bianca's ass backward so he could eat her too, tongue-fucking her dripping hole, his nose pressed into the cleft of her ass. Rebecca reached up with both hands and played with Bianca's tits, pinching the tight pink nipples, pulling her best friend down into a deeper kiss. He took greedy turns, Rebecca then Bianca then Rebecca again, until both of them were shaking and their juices ran down his chin.

"Fuck me," Rebecca gasped, grabbing his hair, tugging. "Please, Henrik. I need your cock."

He crawled up her body, wiping his mouth on her thigh. Bianca swung a leg over Rebecca's face and sat down without being asked, lowering her wet, swollen pussy onto Rebecca's open, waiting mouth. Rebecca moaned into it like she'd been handed a gift and started licking, greedy and messy, her nose bumping Bianca's clit on every pass. Henrik notched the fat head of his cock at Rebecca's entrance. He looked down at his stepdaughter's flushed face, half-hidden under Bianca's ass, at the way her throat worked as she ate her best friend, and he pushed in.

She was tight and scalding. He sank to the hilt in one slow, relentless thrust and she cried out against Bianca's cunt, the sound vibrating through Bianca's whole body. Bianca gasped and ground down harder. He fucked Rebecca hard in missionary, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the bedroom. Bianca bounced on Rebecca's face, grinding in filthy little circles, one hand braced on the headboard, the other reaching back to squeeze Henrik's ass and urge him deeper. Rebecca's tits jolted with every thrust. Henrik hooked her knees up toward her chest and pounded her, watching his thick cock disappear into her stretched pink pussy, watching Bianca's pretty asshole wink and flex as she rode Rebecca's tongue.

"That's it, take it," he muttered, voice wrecked. "Good girl. Both of you. Fuck, you feel perfect."

Rebecca's muffled moans went high and broken. She came first, clenching around him in hard, fluttering pulses, her scream soaked into Bianca's pussy. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her through it, grinding against her clit on every in-stroke, until she was twitching and whimpering and still trying to lick Bianca at the same time, sloppy now, overwhelmed. Bianca moaned when Rebecca's tongue found her again. Henrik pulled out at last, his cock glistening, strings of Rebecca's wetness connecting them for a second before they broke.

"Your turn," he growled at Bianca.

He manhandled Bianca down onto her hands and knees at the edge of the mattress. Rebecca, dazed and grinning, slick-chinned, slid underneath them on her back between Bianca's spread knees and Henrik's. Henrik gripped Bianca's hips hard enough to mark and drove into her from behind, doggy-style, burying himself to the root in one punch of his hips. Bianca wailed and dropped to her elbows, ass up, back arched, taking every inch. Rebecca craned her head up and licked—first Henrik's drawn-up balls, then the stretched shiny place where his cock split Bianca open, then Bianca's clit, then all of it in a messy, devoted circuit, her tongue everywhere at once. The dual sensation nearly undid him. He fucked Bianca in long, brutal strokes, her ass rippling, her tits swinging under her, while Rebecca sucked his sac and flicked Bianca's clit with the pointed tip of her tongue.

"Don't you dare stop licking her," Henrik said, and Rebecca moaned yes against them.

Bianca came hard, a sudden gush around his cock that soaked Rebecca's chin and throat and the sheets beneath. He kept going, using her through it, his pelvis slapping her ass in a wet, relentless rhythm. Rebecca reached up with two fingers and rubbed Bianca's clit in tight, mean circles while she kept licking his balls, until Bianca came again, sobbing into the pillow, thighs shaking so hard she almost collapsed. Then Rebecca's other hand dropped between her own legs and she rubbed herself in frantic time and came a second time just from the sounds, her cry muffled against Henrik's sac.

Henrik's control finally frayed. The sight of his stepdaughter's mouth working under them, of Bianca's cunt gripping him, of both of them wrecked and wanting and asking for more, shoved him to the ragged edge.

He pulled out before he lost it, cock dark, dripping, twitching in the air. Both women scrambled onto their knees in front of him without being told, mouths open, tongues out. He stroked himself once, twice. They shared him—Rebecca taking him deep until her throat fluttered around the head, Bianca licking his shaft and the spit that ran down, then switching, then both of them sucking the swollen head together, sloppy and eager, spit running to his base, their lips meeting around him. He warned them, voice breaking. They moaned yes around him, yes, give it, come on our tongues. He came in thick, pulsing ropes across their tongues and lips and cheeks. They kissed through it, filthy and delighted, passing his load back and forth, swallowing some, letting the rest drip down their chins onto their tits. They licked each other clean and then licked him clean, still hungry, still smiling, Rebecca's hand on Bianca's nape, Bianca's fingers still idly stroking Rebecca's wet thigh.

They collapsed in a lazy tangle on Rebecca's bed, Henrik on his back in the wrecked sheets, Rebecca tucked against his right side, Bianca against his left. Sweat cooled on their skin. The room smelled like sex and the open window. He traced slow circles on the damp curve of Rebecca's hip. Bianca kissed the corner of his mouth, then the hinge of his jaw. Rebecca kissed Bianca, unhurried, then turned and kissed him the same way, satisfied, lingering.

"That was better than the fantasy," Rebecca whispered against his lips.

Bianca's fingers walked down the hair of his stomach and rested over his softening cock, possessive and gentle. "Your wife doesn't come home until late a lot of nights. We could do this whenever she's gone. Nobody has to know. Just this room."

Rebecca nodded against his chest, her voice a warm confession on his skin. "I want it to be regular. Secret. Just us three, in this bed, every time we get the house to ourselves." She nuzzled closer, her thigh thrown over his. Bianca hummed agreement and laced her fingers with Rebecca's across his stomach. Henrik kissed the top of Rebecca's dark hair, then Bianca's smiling mouth. His heart was still hammering, but the want in him had settled into something certain. He wasn't going to pretend he didn't want the next time.

Rebecca lifted her face, eyes bright, and asked, "Next time she's out of town, you coming straight home to us?"