Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Atlas
I’d just watched my little brother give Penny an orgasm, or rather, she used my brother to give herself an orgasm on a picnic table near the bonfire… basically in public.
My brain and heart broke at the same time. It was killing me to know anyone was being intimate with Penny—even my brothers.
The curse of being the older brother was that I was always supposed to set the example—a belief our father never let go of even when we’d all been adults for over a decade.
His teachings were etched into my core.
Never make a mistake. Never show emotion. Never give in to whims.
While Phoenix held her, I struggled to make sense of what I’d witnessed, and the fact that I’d witnessed it.
The only thing I could be sure of was that the feelings inside my chest felt like anything but a whim.
Was it a mistake to want her? It would depend on who you asked.
Was it a mistake to act on that want? Almost assuredly, given that she doesn’t know we’re related.
And was there any chance I could show her how much I felt without mustering up emotions? I went with a solid no on that one.
I would have to use the closest thing I had to emotion… confidence.
My selfish need to connect with her before revealing the recent marriage of our dad and her mom, and potentially clouding her judgment for no good reason, won out.
“Is your massage room still set up, Everest?”
“Yeah, we—”
Before he could utter another word, I resumed control. “Do you want to go there, Penny?”
“Yes,” her answer was a mix of blissed out and heaven-sent.
Phoenix held her too tightly for me to take her. Bastard. Her limp body served as testament to the lingering effects of the orgasm, wrecking my brain even further. What made it so good? Phoenix had barely done anything.
Had she responded like that to Everest’s massage? Sure, he’d denied giving her anything other than a normal massage, but I couldn’t be fooled that easily.
Or what if he hadn’t given her an orgasm? I wasn’t sure of my brother’s sexual knowledge. Was it a swing and a miss? A chuckle rumbled through me as I studied her content smile and closed eyes while her head rested on Phoenix’s shoulder as we entered the building.
I’d do better than Everest or Phoenix. I’d give her an orgasm so big, it put her in a damn coma—wait, that didn’t sound right.
Whatever.
After entering the Dungeon, we followed Everest to the dimly lit room, and instead of turning the lights on, he lit candles then closed the door. I had to give him credit for the ambiance. But knowing how to strike a match was a far cry from knowing how to stroke a clit.
Phoenix rubbed his face in Penny’s hair.
Not a chance I was going to let him get any more time with Penny before I got to please her.
I cringed at my reaction. Could the green-eyed monster get inside my soul after such a short time?
The possessive feelings hanging out in my chest indicated it could.
But I didn’t just want to possess her. I wanted to mark her. Breed her… I was so fucked. And I was one hundred percent willing to face whatever consequences our families brought down on us—on me.
Caressing Penny’s back, I said, “Ready to come to Daddy?”
Everest coughed and Phoenix grumbled. I didn’t care.
Penny’s voice was soft. “Am I dreaming?”
“You’re not, babygirl. Do you feel my hand?”
She nodded, still clinging to Phoenix.
I patted her bottom. “Do you want to find out what else I can do with my hand?”
My heart stuttered as she lifted her head, the first sign that she would let go of my brother.
“Take your time, sweetness.” Phoenix couldn’t be blamed for wanting to draw out every single second with our stepsister.
She put her hands on his chest. “It’s okay. I’m ready.”
Oh fuck! My cock got so hard, it found new levels of pain.
Phoenix relented as I wrapped my hands around her waist and brought her to my chest, but he added, “When I talked to Samuel, he reminded me that we need to talk about—”
Nope. Not letting him take control. “We need to discuss your desires and your limits, babygirl.”
I would uphold the etiquette, but it was going to be hard. The only discussion I wanted to have centered around what color she wanted to paint our bedroom and how many bookcases she would need.
“I don’t know what they are.” Her voice took on some weight as she pulled out of the bliss. “I mean, in the normal world, I have… limits. Lots of things freak me out. But this feels so right. Do we have to talk?”
“If we want to play more we do.” Where did I find the fortitude to slow down? Reading about the Ranch and kink had definitely taught me something.
“I’m not afraid of this. It feels like…” She nuzzled her head against my neck.
When she didn’t finish her sentence, I said, “That’s a good start, but tell me how you feel, babygirl?”
“Safe. I feel safe with you… Daddy.” She was as in on this as I was. Or so it seemed. But one thing I’d learned was make no assumptions.
“That’s why we have to talk. I don’t want to do anything that could trigger you.” I explicitly excluded my brothers, which prompted both of them to voice agreement, but my ears were basically deaf to them.
“Can I take you to that chair and hold you while we establish boundaries?”
Comfort settled in her expression as she looked at the oversized chair and nodded.
In seconds, I had her nestled across my lap and braced myself. “Since you don’t know your intimate limits, how about you start by telling us what you’ve done that you’re comfortable with.”
Her body sagged into me. “I’m really not sure. I don’t have any experience.”
Having total control over my emotions served me well for that bomb drop. Well, almost total control. My dick twitched hard under her bottom and made her squirm.
Needing clarity, I made the question explicit. “Babygirl, I need you to be very clear about this. Remember, there’s no judgment. When you say you don’t have experience, do you mean you’ve never had sex?”
“That’s right.”
The world absolutely stopped moving for a second.
I’d been ready to ride my babygirl hard. Score one for communication keeping me from scaring or hurting her.
“That’s exactly the kind of thing…” Keeping the focus, I went against my selfish heart. “The kind of thing we need to know.”
Her smile and my brothers’ silence assured me I’d made the right call in including them.
“Let’s back up from there. Do you play with yourself?” The question caused her eyes to lower, so I lifted her chin, helping her meet my gaze.
“Yes, Daddy.”
“And when you play with yourself, do you ever put anything inside of your hungry pussy?” Dammit, why did I call it that?
Her subtle movements stopped, her body going completely stiff as she said, “Yes, Daddy, I hope that doesn’t make you mad.”
Why was a chastity belt the first thing that came to mind? My second thought… getting into her computer and blocking any websites where she could buy a vibrator. I had to get a grip and be grateful that I might not break her with my swollen cock.
“I could never be mad at you, babygirl.” That was a much better, and truthful, response than my selfish desire that she’d never had anything inside of her.
“I’ll make it easy on you and be on my best behavior for the few days I have left here. I’m just glad you didn’t ridicule me for not having experience.”
The way she was looking at me, I was almost certain I could convince her to let me be her first right now.
Nope. Still not the time to ask if she planned on riding a cock while she’s here. There are so many steps before sex. I had to keep it together if I wanted to be her Daddy—her teacher, protector, provider. But my brain wouldn’t let go of her innocence.
I took a breath, considered what I knew, and said, “We just want to meet you where you are. Other than calling me Daddy and—”
“Or any of us Daddy,” Everest interrupted. He winked at her.
What the fuck? All three of us are Daddy now?
“Other than using the term Daddy and liking spankings, did you witness anything else at Rawhide Ranch that you want to explore?”
“I don’t want to wear a diaper or do pet play.”
Taking care of her suited me well. “Anything else?”
“When I was in the cafeteria this morning…” She pursed her lips and swallowed.
“You’re in a safe space, babygirl.”
Fidgeting was quickly followed by a rush of nervous explanation. “I saw a… man feeding a woman, and I think I would like that, but I’m really picky about my food.”
“Are you hungry now?”
Please say yes. Please say yes. Please say yes.
“No.”
I had to give her credit for speaking her mind even if it wasn’t the answer I hoped for. “All right, when you’re hungry, we can sort out food limits. What do you want right now, babygirl?”
“Can you touch me down there like Phoenix did?”
If her presence didn’t make my ears deaf to my brothers, I might have heard Phoenix offer help.
“Down there? Use your words.”
More than a passing consideration crossed her face. “It’s hard being different, needing people to ask before they hug me.”
“Hug? Is that a euphemism?”
“No, sorry. I guess I see why strangers get confused sometimes. They must feel like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like they could just go with the flow, not need to talk everything out and ask for permission. Usually, I wish they’d go slower, but right now…” She laughed, relief washing over me. “I want you to just do it.”
I pulled her into my chest. “We’ll get there, babygirl, but while we’re getting started, it’s best that we’re clear. Do you—”
“Will you touch my clit, please, Daddy?” The words tumbled from her mouth.
I was going to help her, but I liked that she was able to say it and sounded playful. Feeding off of her energy, I asked, “What do you want me to touch it with?”
“Your fingers… inside my panties.” Her coy expression undid me.
I kissed her forehead. “It would be my pleasure.”
“And can you spank my bottom?”
My cock blew a spurt of cum into my pants. Fuck! I adjusted my pants with her in my lap.
She was so innocent, yet she knew what she wanted.