Page 7 of Show and Tell
“It was a natural chain of events, actually.When Lily left for boarding school, she was scrawny and pubescent.When she came back, she’d changed.She’s gorgeous now, as you saw from the photos I forwarded, with curves in all the right places.Hell, she’s a fucking pin-up, and we were attracted to one another from the get-go.Sure, the situation’s fucked up and we talked about the pros and cons about getting involved.But we went for it, and fuck, she’s a goddess with those big tits and ripe ass.”
Scott lets out a low wolf whistle.
“Yeah, she’s gorgeous,” he rasps.“I like that one where she’s bent over, pulling her cheeks apart.Can’t wait to be in there, tasting those tight holes.But fuck man.How’d it get to the current situation?Didsheask you for the gang-bang?Or did you put her up to it?And why does she want to be fucked by multiple men so bad?”
I shrug, deciding to gloss over the hairier parts.
“Lily’s a young woman who’s in touch with her needs,” I say in a casual tone.“That’s something we can thank women’s lib for.These days, ladies aren’t afraid to articulate what they want in bed, and what Lily wants is to sample cock.A lot of it.”
Barrett squints piercing blue eyes at me.
“And you’re okay with that?”
I shrug.
“I mean, I’m not exactly an expert at raising kids, but I think it’s better if my stepdaughter sows her wild oats under my supervision.”
Cross snorts.
“Isn’t that an oxymoron?”he asks in a wry tone.“If you’re sowing wild oats, you’re doing itwithoutadult supervision.”
I shrug.
“Maybe, but my stepdaughter and I are involved, both physically and mentally, and her happiness means a lot to me.So yeah, I think it’s best if Lily experiences group sex under my watchful gaze.I mean, think about drinking: would you rather your kids get drunk for the first time with a bunch of inexperienced teenage alcoholics, or would you rather introduce your child to alcohol yourself, while warning them of the benefits and drawbacks of the stuff?”
Barrett shrugs his broad shoulders.
“I don’t have daughters, but I know my sons were pounding beers with their friends by the time they were fourteen.”
I shake my head.
“Shit man.That’s real fucked up.Fourteen?”
Barrett nods, his chiseled jaw tight.
“Yeah, which is why I’m not in a position to judge.Noneof us are,” he says with a meaningful gaze at Cross and Scott.“Maybe we haven’t fucked our stepdaughters, but being a parent is never easy and I’ve raised two boys.I guess Scott, Cross and I just want know thewhyof this encounter, and you’ve told us: it’s because Lily requested a gangbang.”
“She absolutely requested it,” I growl in response, blue eyes flashing.“This was her idea, definitely.Why, do I give the impression that I’m forcing her?”
Cross shrugs, taking a sip of his sake before popping a rice ball into his mouth.
“I don’t know, my man.I mean, the whole situation is obviously a clusterfuck.You’re what?Forty?Forty-five?And you’re sleeping with a woman two decades your junior, who also happens to be your dearly departed wife’s daughter.Oh, and she’s financially dependent on you, so she’s vulnerable.Let’s not forget that.”
“She is financially dependent on me,” I affirm.“Lily has a trust, or rather shehada trust.She blew through it while in New York,” I grimace.“But I put a stop to the spending, and I’m adding to the trust once more, so she’ll get back on her legs again.”
“Yeah, but for now, she’s vulnerable, my man.Your stepdaughter gets everything from you, from a roof over her head to food on the table.Can you blame us for wanting to make sure she’s doing this of her own volition?”
“I appreciate the diligence, but I assure you, she wants the gang-bang,” I say in a smooth tone.“Sheasked for it.”
“Okay,” Cross responds in a deep voice, his expression intent.“But one more thing: Lily’s legal, right?We don’t want to be caught with our dicks buried deep in an underage vixen.”
“Lily’s legal,” I immediately reply.“Turned eighteen last year.Soon to be nineteen, in fact.Does that take care of your questions?”I ask in a smooth tone.“Or are there more that I should address?”
“No, no more,” Scott growls.“We’ve dotted the I’s and crossed the T’s.Thanks, my man.We didn’t mean to put you under the microscope but fuck, your daughter’s juicy and we just want to make sure everything’s kosher before shit goes down tomorrow.Lily’s a ten,” he adds.“I don’t know how you got her to pose for the camera, but she’s ripe.And fertile.”
“She’s on birth control,” I interject immediately, suddenly feeling a rush of jealousy.“Don’t even think about getting her pregnant.”
“Possessive some?”Cross asks, lifting his sake glass to me.“Sounds like you’re the man who wants to give her babies.”
