﻿That Look

by Pan



Published: 2020-03-28
Updated: 2021-05-15
Packaged: 2024-02-16 23:03:02
Chapters: 5
Words: 10,482
Publisher: mcstories.com
Story URL: https://mcstories.com/ThatLook/index.html
Author URL: https://mcstories.com/Authors/Pan.html
Summary: As if Janine and Jessa’s new step-father wasn’t creepy enough, he keeps giving them…that look.
Erotica Tags: ff, in, mc, md, mf





TABLE OF CONTENTS


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5



	Chapter 1

Janine and Jessa had never really gotten along.

Their father had died when they were three years old, and—though their mother had done her best—the family had struggled to get by. Only ten months apart (though often mistaken for twins), the two girls had been forced to share everything—clothes, toys, a bedroom.

Despite Janine being one grade ahead, the pair were constantly being compared at school. As soon as she was able to, Janine had dyed her hair black, just to differentiate herself from her kid sister.

So when their mother announced that she’d gotten married over the weekend, the sisters found themselves in an unexpected position of solidarity.

“What??” Jessa exclaimed, looking at her mother in shock.

“Are you kidding me?”

“No,” their mother said dreamily. Her tone was calm, as though her daughters had just asked what was for lunch. “It’s real. He’ll be moving in tonight.”

As she floated out of the room, her two teenage daughters exchanged a look.

“What. The. Hell.”

“I didn’t even know she was dating anyone!”

“Why the fuck didn’t she ask us??”

“Are we just meant to _live_ with some _stranger_?”

Janine and Jessa fumed for the next hour—the longest they’d ever voluntarily spent time together without a fight—before running out of steam.

“Maybe it’s not so bad,” Jessa finally mumbled, trying desperately to find a ray of light.

“How?” Janine snorted.

“I mean, maybe he’s not so bad.”

“He married Mom without even _meeting_ her daughters. What kind of a dickbag does that?”

“I dunno,” Jessa shrugged. “But I mean, like, he’s not marrying her for her money.”

“Yeah,” Janine nodded, glancing around their shared room. The walls were a sickly pink, and had needed repainting for more than a decade.

“…and maybe Mom will be less lonely.”

“Yeah,” Janine sighed. She’d never said anything to her children, but the girls were well-aware that she hadn’t been happy for many, many years. “She was actually smiling when she told us.”

“Been a while since I saw that.”

The sisters fell into silence, and soon into sleep.

* * *

All of their worst fears came to fruition the next morning, when their new step-father began moving his stuff into the house.

“Oh my god,” Janine muttered, looking out the window. “…he’s totally a creep.”

“Oh my god,” Jessa parroted—a habit that typically drove her older sister nuts. “He’s such a creep.”

“Why is Mom marrying such a creep? We’re going to have to live with him!”

Janine threw herself back onto the bed. “I am _not_ going to shower while he’s in the house. He’s probably going to…I dunno, drill a hole in the wall and watch.”

“Yeah. Or set up a camera!”

“Ugh. We’re going to have to check for cameras everyday.”

“God,” Jessa sighed, continuing to stare out the window. “What a _creep_.”

* * *

“Girls,” their mother said, practically humming with energy. “This is your new step-father!”

“ _No,_ ” Janine interrupted. “He’s _your_ husband. That does not make him our step-father.”

“Well,” the strange man said with a grin. “Technically it does. I’d love it if you called me Dad.”

“Ew!” Jessa said, with a toss of her long blonde hair. “ _Not_ going to happen.”

“Girls!” their mother said, tutting her tongue. “You’re being very rude.”

“No no,” her new husband replied. “It’s fine. It sometimes takes people time to…get used to me. Remember when we first met?”

“Oh yes,” the middle-aged woman said, throwing back her head in laughter. “Yes indeed!”

As the newlyweds silently stared into each other’s eyes and reminisced, Janine and Jessa threw each other a look of disgust.

“Anyway,” the unwelcome addition to their life said, clapping his hands loudly. “I’m going to go and get the rest of my stuff. I’ll see you three gorgeous girls later.”

“Take your time,” Jessa muttered.

“Yeah,” Janine said, with a roll of her eyes. “Try not to roll your car into a ditch.”

“Girls!” their mother admonished…but neither Janine nor Jessa noticed.

For just as their mother was scolding them, the new man in their life had lowered his glasses, and—for the first time—given them the Look.

* * *

Jessa was sitting on the bed, hugging her legs, while Janine stormed up and down the room.

“God,” she said, flecks of spittle flying out of her mouth as she spoke. “I _hate_ him.”

“I _hate_ him,” Jessa repeated softly.

“He’s such a…can you believe he…”

Janine trailed off, her fury leaving her speechless.

“Yeah,” Jessa agreed. “And…and…”

The sister made eye-contact.

“That _Look_ ,” they said, simultaneously.

There was a long silence as they processed exactly what had happened. Their new step-father had been everything they’d feared, and worse. Creepy, rude, lecherous.

And then…he’d given them That Look.

Jessa shuddered at the memory of it. Janine’s legs went weak, and she was forced to sit beside her sister.

“What a fucker,” she said, shaking her head, trying to take control of her anger.

“ _Yeah,_ ” Jessa repeated. “What a _fucker_.”

There was another long pause.

“…he’s kind of cute though.”

Janine’s mouth dropped open.

“ _What?_ ”

“Well, I mean, obviously he’s a total creepazoid. And…you’re right, he’s totally the worst.”

“The _worst_ ,” Janine muttered.

“…but you have to admit, he’s kind of cute.”

Janine’s mouth flapped a few times, making her somewhat resemble a guppy. No matter how hard she tried, however, the denial wasn’t coming.

“…yeah,” she finally admitted. “Yeah, he’s kind of cute. God, that makes him even _worse_.”

“ _Yeah_ ,” Jessa agreed fervently, though she wasn’t really sure why.

* * *

“It’s important to me,” their mother said. “I want us to sit down and eat together like a family.”

“We’re _not_ a family,” Jessa replied, stamping one foot. “You and me and Janine are a family, but…he’s just some guy who lives with us!”

“He’s your father,” the married woman replied firmly.

“He’s not our father!” Janine said, practically shouting. “Our father is _dead_!”

“Do you think I don’t know that??”

The force of their mother’s response silenced the two girls.

“We all miss your father, and we have to live with that every day. But…please. I _know_ he’s not a perfect replacement, but he’s all that we’ve got. So please, for me—just sit at the table and eat meals as a family.”

Embarrassed, the girls nodded their response. They’d thought that sitting across from _him_ every day for meals was the worst thing they could imagine, but they’d been proven wrong.

Letting their mother down was worse.

* * *

“May I be excused?” Janine asked sullenly the next morning. She hadn’t realized she was signing up for multiple meals each day.

“Did you finish your vegetables?”

“I don’t _have_ any vegetables,” Jessa said. She tried to glare at the man who was determined to play the role of their father, but found herself blushing instead. “You made bacon and eggs.”

“It was a joke, sweetie,” their mother said, staring lovingly at her new husband.

“Ha ha ha,” Janine said.

“You can go. You too, Jessa.”

“Thanks,” Janine replied, rolling her eyes so hard it almost hurt.

“Yeah,” Jessa repeated. “ _Thanks._ ”

As the two of them got up to leave, it happened again.

That Look.

* * *

“I hate him,” Janine panted, as soon as they were in their room with the door closed. “God. I hate him so much!”

“Mmmm,” Jessa moaned. Her entire body felt…heightened. Fuzzy. Like she’d accidentally leaned on an electric wire.

“I hate him,” her sister repeated. “I hate him I hate him I _hate_ him.”

The more she said it, the more she wondered if she was expressing a feeling, or trying to convince herself.

“Yeah,” Jessa said. Her head felt light. The room was spinning, but not in a bad way.

She’d gotten tipsy several times, and drunk once. That was what it was. Jessa felt tipsy.

“I _hate_ him,” Janine said once more. Her clothes felt heavy. She wanted to be naked, for some reason.

“He’s the worst,” Jessa said, sitting on her sister’s bed. The blanket felt soft under her fingertips. She ran her fingers across the bedspread, enjoying the sensation.

“And god,” Janine said, her voice a strangled cry. “Why does he have to be so _hot_?”

Jessa looked at her sister, shocked not by what she’d said, but…by the fact that she was right.

“Yeah,” she grumbled in response. “He’s so fucking _sexy_. God!”

“We have to go,” Janine said, glancing at the clock. “Come on.”

“Okay,” Jessa nodded, but she didn’t much want to.

* * *

“How was school?” he asked, as soon as the girls got home.

“Shut _up_ ,” Janine replied. It didn’t come out as the forceful shout that she’d expected—more of a whisper.

Her mother’s new husband raised his eyebrows.

“I bet your pardon?”

“Shut up,” Janine repeated softly. Her voice was gentle; demure. She tried to turn it into a whispered threat. “Shut the _fuck_ up.”

“Yeah,” Jessa piped in, furiously blushing. “You’re not our Daddy.”

Whoops. She’d meant to say father.

She decided to run with it.

“You’re not our Daddy, and you don’t talk to us. Savvy?”

“Sure thing,” he said with a grin. “Not a word.”

For a moment, the sisters actually felt like they’d won.

Then, he gave them That Look.

* * *

“Janine…”

The girls were in their room. The door was closed. Janine was pacing back and forth, as if in a frenzy. She felt like she was on fire. She felt like she’d just downed an entire pot of coffee. She felt like her blood had been replaced by Red Bull.

“Shut up!” she shouted, and then almost began to laugh. _Now_ she could shout, now that it was just her and her sister.

But she knew that if she started laughing, she might never stop.

“But…”

“No!”

Janine turned to her younger sister, her eyes flashing. Jessa cowered in response, and Janine realized how she must look. Her fist were balled, her blood was pumping. She felt like her teeth had grown into fangs.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” she hissed, scared of herself, scared of how she was feeling. Jessa just nodded in response, and Janine was suddenly overcome with guilt. “God. I’m sorry, Jessa. It’s just…”

“I know,” her sister whispered in response. “He’s so cute.”

Janine shuddered.

“He’s _so_ cute. God. I…”

Jessa let out a slight moan.

“…I don’t want to talk about it,” Janine repeated desperately.

* * *

To their surprise, the man who’d married their mother stayed true to his word. At dinner that night, he didn’t direct a single comment to the two sisters. For the entire meal, he spoke exclusively to their mother, asking about her day, laughing at her jokes, nodding along to her anecdotes.

The two girls ate in silence, staring at their food, letting the adults’ chatter wash over them. When they were done, they didn’t even ask for permission to leave—they stood up in unison, and took their plates to the sink.

“A miracle!” their mother joked. Over the course of the meal, she’d finished most of a bottle of wine, and was much more jovial than the girls could ever remember seeing them. “Next thing you know, they’ll even do the dishes!”

“I bet they will,” her husband replied. “All in good time.”

Something about his tone wasn’t quite right, and the two girls instinctively glanced over at him—and instantly regretted it.

He was giving them That Look.

* * *

Jessa couldn’t stop clenching and unclenching her fists. She was full of an energy, unlike any that she’d ever felt.

Her eyes widened as she realized what it was.

Sexual energy.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Janine said, rubbing her thighs together.

Jessa met her sister’s eyes. “He’s so _hot_ ,” she said, unable to help herself.

“Yes,” Janine moaned. “God. Jessa. He’s so fucking _hot_.”

Their eyes widened in unison.

“Let’s not talk about it,” Jessa mumbled.

“Yes,” Janine said firmly. “Please. Please…”

The teenage girl’s tone was desperate. Pleading.

“Please…” she said again, and Jessa nodded.

“We don’t have to talk,” she replied, sitting beside her sister. Their faces were so close.

So close.

“We don’t have to talk,” she repeated.

“Please…”

“Let’s not talk,” Jessa said. Her nose was almost touching Janine’s. Their eyes were inches away. She could feel her sister’s breath on her lips.

“ _Please…_ ”

“He’s so _hot_.”

Her sister’s mouth was soft and warm. Janine’s lips parted. Their tongues met.

“ _Daddy_ …” Janine moaned, before gently pushing her sister onto the bed.

* * *

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	Chapter 2

Jessa pulled back, the taste of her sister’s mouth fresh on her tongue.

“Janine…” she moaned.

“Daddy…” her sister repeated.

“We shouldn’t,” she insisted.

“Mmm…” her sister responded.

Jessa closed her eyes. She didn’t say anything after that. She didn’t say anything as her sister leaned forward once more and explored her mouth with her tongue. She didn’t say anything as her own hands roamed down, reaching under her sister’s top, feeling the bare skin of her back.

She didn’t say anything as Janine’s hands firmly grabbed her ass, pulling her body close.

Jessa could feel the heat of her sister’s pussy, through her pants, through her underwear. She could feel how turned on her sister was, how much she wanted this.

How much they both wanted it.

Her other hand reached down and undid her sister’s fly. She reached down, past Janine’s waistband, until she could feel the sticky wetness of her sister’s pussy.

“Jessa,” her sister moaned, breaking the silence, breaking the spell.

“Oh, god,” Jessa said, opening her eyes and staring at her sister in shock. “Janine!”

“Jessa…” her sister repeated, her eyes still closed. “Please…”

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she hissed. “This is…this is wrong!”

“So wrong,” Janine agreed, reaching down and touching the front of her sister’s pants. “Please…”

Jessa pushed her sister away. Finally, she opened her eyes, and saw the expression on Janine’s face.

“Fuck,” she said. “I…oh, fuck.”

Before she could say anything else, Jessa ran out of the room, out of the house.

She went two blocks before she realized that the her fly was still undone.

* * *

The next morning, breakfast was even more awkward than normal, to the point that even the girls’ mother noticed.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, glancing between them, a worried look on her face.

“They’re just girls being girls,” her new husband said, a broad smile on his face. “More eggs, Janine?”

“I’m Jessa,” Jessa snapped. “ _She’s_ Janine. And I told you to _never talk to me again_ , you perv.”

“Jessa!” Janine gasped, glancing worriedly at their mother. She had a hurt look on her face.

“Honey…” she said sadly. “Please. Can you at least try?”

“No!” Jessa said, shooting her mother a glare. Her eyes shone with tears. “I have tried, Mom, and he’s…he’s…”

Janine, looking to see why her sister had faltered, followed her gaze.

She was staring at her mother’s new husband.

And he was giving them That Look.

* * *

“I can’t believe you did that!” Janine snapped, as soon as they got back into their bedroom. “You _know_ how sensitive Mom is.”

“God,” Jessa replied, staring at her sister with a glare. “You never take my side!”

“I’m just trying to look after Mom,” Janine shouted. “We’re all she has!”

“Not any more,” Jessa said, rolling her eyes. “Now she has…him. He’s so fucking sexy. God I hate him.”

“I bet he has a huge dick,” Janine moaned angrily.

“I bet he fucks Mom with it twice a day,” her sister spat.

The two girls were facing each other, breathing heavily. They could both feel it—the sexual tension, crackling like lightning, filling the room.

“We need to protect Mom,” Janine said.

“From what? Megadick?”

“ _Yes_ ,” Janine hissed. “God, you never think of anyone but yourself. You’re so fucking selfish.”

Jessa’s eyebrows shot up. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck _you_ ,” Janine shouted back, and before she knew what was happening, her lips were pressed against her sister’s once more.

This time, she didn’t hold back. Her sister had worn a skirt to breakfast that morning, and Janine’s hand moved up her thigh, and was soon pressed against a pair of damp cotton panties.

Jessa’s hand was equally enthusiastic, and it wasn’t long before Janine was writhing in pleasure as two of her sister’s fingers entered her, filling her up, making her gasp.

“Sometimes I really hate you,” Jessa said breathily, pulling back from the sapphic kiss. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“You’re such a babe,” her sister moaned in response. “A selfish bitch, and such a babe.”

”Oh, Janine…” Jessa said, leaning forward and exploring her sister’s mouth with her tongue. “Mmm…”

* * *

“It’s really important to me that you get along with your new father.”

This would normally cause the two girls to exchange a look, but…they weren’t at that stage yet. It had been less than half an hour since they’d climaxed in unison, cumming around each other’s hands.

They’d awkwardly gotten ready for school, and when they’d emerged, willingly accepted their mother’s offer for a lift. Their step-father—their mother’s new husband, more—wasn’t anywhere to be found.

“Okay Mom,” Janine said, pointedly staring out the window.

“Whatever you say, Mom,” Jessa said, looking forward, her hands awkwardly twisting in her lap.

“I mean it,” their mother repeated. “I want you to spend more time with him.”

Janine could feel her sister shudder—whether with arousal or disgust, she wasn’t sure which.

“No,” Jessa said.

“We’ll think about it,” Janine said, slightly louder.

“Thanks, girls,” her Mom replied. They could hear her smile through her voice.

* * *

“You don’t have to do this, you know.”

The girls shot a glare at each other. The smugness in his voice was loud and clear.

“Yes we do,” Janine grumbled. “We promised Mom.”

“ _You_ promised Mom,” Jessa replied.

“I’m just saying, I know it can be hard to have a new father.”

“You’re _not_ our father,” the girls said in unison.

“Okay, okay,” he replied, putting his hands up in surrender. “Whatever you say, ladies. Your turn.”

The three of them were sitting around the table, playing a game of Monopoly. It had been Jessa’s favorite game as a kid—Janine had picked it in the hope it would make her hate the situation at least a little less.

“That’s my hotel,” the stranger who lived with them said. There it was again. That smug tone. “Time to pay up.”

“I’m out of money,” Jessa said. “Looks like I’m eliminated. Later, sis…”

She slid her chair back, but before she could move, the man’s arm shot out and grabbed hers.

“Let. Me. Go.” Jessa hissed, refusing to look up.

Refusing to be caught again by That Look.

“Maybe we can negotiate,” her not-father said. “Maybe there’s something I want more than money…”

“Let her go,” Janine said warningly, and to her surprise…he did.

* * *

“What was that all about?” Jessa asked, as soon as her sister returned to their room.

“I don’t know,” Janine said. She was feeling slightly dazed. It hadn’t been long before she, too, had run out of cash…but before she could follow her sister and escape, she’d gotten it.

The Look.

She’d managed to wrest herself free, but she didn’t know how long she’d been standing there, trapped in her step-father’s gaze.

“At least it didn’t last as long as a normal game of Monopoly,” Janine added. When they’d played as kids, their games had gone for hours. This one had been over in less than twenty minutes.

“Not that,” Jessa said, her fists balled. “ _You_.”

Janine blinked twice. “Me?? What did I do?”

“’ _Let her go’,_ ” Jessa said, using the voice she always mocked her sister with. “I don’t need you to stand up for me.”

“ _Excuse_ me?”

“Just because you’re almost as fucking sexy as he is doesn’t mean I need you to fight my battles for me.”

“Jessa, I was just trying to…”

“Shut _up_ ,” Jessa wailed, holding her hand up to her sister’s mouth. “Just for _once_ in your life, shut _up_.”

Janine could feel it—the energy coursing through the room, through her veins. Her sister’s hand felt so soft against her lips. She was so mad. She was beautiful…

“Shut _up_ ,” Jessa said again softly, her eyes turning dark. As Janine gently bit her sister’s hand, Jessa moaned, and threw her sister onto the bed.

“You’re such a bitch,” Janine whisper.

“You’re so hot,” Jessa responded.

“Fuuck…”

* * *

The next morning, the two sisters were still mad. It took them several orgasms each to calm down; when they’d finally worked out all their energy, they lay in bed together, Jessa’s head on Janine’s chest, staring at the ceiling.

“He’s doing something to us,” Janine finally said. Jessa nodded, causing her blonde hair to gently stimulate her sister’s nipple.

“It’s That Look,” Jessa replied.

“Uh huh,” Janine responded, annoyed. Annoyed and aroused.

“None of this makes any sense.”

“Uh huh,” Janine said again.

“I hate him,” her sister added with a sigh. “So much. I can…I can just _feel_ the hatred in my blood. It’s so powerful.”

“Uh huh,” Janine repeated.

“God,” Jessa said, her temper flaring up. “You’re not even _trying_.”

“Fuck off,” Janine replied, clenching her jaw. “You have fantastic tits.”

“Well _you_ have an ass I’d kill for.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!”

Jessa rolled over, pinning her sister to the bed. Janine responded by leaning forward and taking her sister’s nipple into her mouth. It wasn’t long before they were crying out in shared ecstacy, Janine writhing in pleasure as her sister ate out her, Jessa furiously stroking herself as she tasted her sister’s juices for the third time that day.

When they were done, Janine moved to the other bed.

“What are you doing?” Jessa snapped. Janine closed her eyes and counted to ten. When she reopened them, her sister was still glaring at her. “Well?”

“Don’t you see? Whenever we get mad, we get…”

“…oh.”

There was a long pause as the sisters stared at each other.

“I bet he’s going to try to make us mad.”

Jessa nodded.

“All we have to do is not get angry.”

“Yeah. And not…look at him.”

“Right.”

The sisters shuddered at the memory of the Look.

“And we can’t get mad at each other, either,” Janine added quickly.

“Of course,” Jessa nodded. “Right. It’s the only we can stop…”

She trailed off.

“…right.” her sister added. “We _have_ to stop.”

* * *

For the next few days, the girls’ mother was effusive about their change in attitude.

“Now _these_ are the girls I told my man about,” she smiled, as the girls refused to be baited by her new husband.

To their surprise, he didn’t even seem to try to antagonize them. He didn’t misremember their names, or grope their mother in front of them. He didn’t even act unreasonably.

Instead, he perfectly played the part of a proud father.

The closest he got was on the third day, when the girls spontaneously did the dishes (after being asked on each of the previous two days).

“I told you,” he said to their mother. “Didn’t I tell you? I told you I’d have them doing the dishes in no time.”

But while the two girls managed to manage avoid getting annoyed at him, they were unable to avoid the Look.

At least once a day—often more—he’d manage to catch their eye.

That’s when he’d hit them with it.

That Look.

Their mother didn’t seem to notice. As far as she was concerned, they were the perfect family—despite the fact that the two girls did everything they could to avoid eye-contact with their ‘father’.

But the worst part of all was that the more he behaved himself, the more infuriating they found him.

* * *

“Why won’t he do something,” Jessa groused, her eyes flashing with fury.

“Right!?” Janine repeated, her nails digging into her inner palm.

“How come Mom doesn’t _notice_?”

“He’s such. A. Fuck. And _god_ , those biceps…”

“I hate him,” Jessa said, picking up a pillow to scream into. “I just…I want to suck his brains out.”

“Oh, _god_ ,” Janine moaned. “ _Yes_. I want him to hold me down and fuck me until I can’t breathe.”

“Imagine if he knocked me up,” Jessa hissed, her eyes fluttering.

“Imagine if he knocked _both of us up_ ,” her sister retorted. “Oh, god. Jessa…”

“You’d look so hot pregnant,” the blonde teenager said, grabbing Janine’s waist and pulling her against her body. “God. I want to fuck you so hard.”

“I want Daddy to fuck _you_ ,” Janine replied.

“Yes…” Jessa said, spreading her legs to give her sister easy access. “Oh, Daddy…”

* * *

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	Chapter 3

“We can’t go, can we?” Jessa said, breaking the silence.

“We have to,” Janine replied glumly. “We promised Mom.”

“ _You_ promised Mom,” Jessa snapped. Janine looked up at the sound of anger in her sister’s voice.

It was back.

The sexual charge.

“And what did you want me to do?” she retorted. “Make Mom cry?”

“ _Have my back,_ ” Jessa hissed. Janine could see it—a flush, beginning to creep up her neck.

Her sister was just as turned on as she was.

“Just once,” Jessa continued. “I wanted you to have. My. Back.”

Janine didn’t even remember moving, but she was standing up, facing her sister.

Just as they had that morning.

Just as they had the previous night.

“We need a plan,” Janine panted, trying to calm down, trying to diffuse the tension in the room. “We…we need a plan.”

“Or else what?” Jessa spat. “You’re worried we’re going to fuck him?”

Both sisters moaned at the idea.

“Uh-huh,” Janine said. All of a sudden, she felt like she was covered in sweat. “If we don’t have a plan, we’re going to fuck him.”

Another moan.

“Maybe you will,” Jessa said, trying to throw her hair back defiantly. Her bangs were matted to her forehead, and she looked like she had a slightly manic look in her eyes. “You’re so _hot_. Both of you…”

Janine’s eyebrows rose. Her sister was losing it. She watched as Jessa closed her eyes and leaned forward, her mouth parted slightly with want.

“Jessa…”

“Fuck,” her sister moaned. “Janine. You’re so hot. You make me so wet…”

“We shouldn’t be doing this…” Janine pleaded. “We…”

“Shut up,” Jessa growled. “Just…shut up, you stupid fucking cunt.”

A spike of arousal hit Janine at her sister’s name-calling, and before she knew what was happening, their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths once more.

“You’re going to fuck him,” Jessa groaned, pulling back from the kiss as her hand made its way up her sister’s top. “He’s going to…he’s going to see your titties. Your perfect, round little titties…”

“He’s not,” Janine pleaded. “He won’t. I…I won’t fuck him.”

But a few minutes later, the image of her step-father’s cock deep inside her was what filled Janine’s mind as she came.

* * *

Jessa couldn’t remember whose suggestion it had been.

Maybe it had been hers. Maybe her sister’s.

It was hard to tell. But as soon as they’d said it—whichever one of them _had_ said it—it had immediately made so, so much sense.

At least, as much sense as anything made.

“You’re a selfish bitch,” Janine hissed, her fingers buried in her sister’s snatch. “With an _amazing_ pussy.”

“Yeah?” Jessa spat in response. “Well if I had tits like yours, I’d never hide them. I’d show them off every chance I got.”

“To Daddy?’

“Yesss.”

The sisters moaned in unison, as Jessa’s thumb began rubbing over her sister’s clit.

“To Daddy…”

It was a simple plan. They’d found themselves getting increasingly infuriated by their new stepfather’s actions. Everything he did rubbed them up the wrong way—his voice, the way he sat, his incredible body, the beautiful thick cock they knew he had beneath his pants.

The fact that he hid it away, instead of bringing it out where they could see it. Touch it. Taste it…

And as they got mad, they got horny.

The plan was easy. Rather than letting the anger—and arousal—build, they’d use each other as a release. Like a controlled burn, so they didn’t explode at the wrong person.

So they didn’t find themselves on their knees at the beach, pleading for their step-father to fuck them.

“I’m going to cum,” Jessa moaned.

“Do it,” Janine said, moving one hand to her sister’s throat. “Do it. I dare you to. Cum for me. Cum for Daddy.”

“For Daddy…”

It was such a straightforward plan. It only had one flaw.

Helping each other relieve their tension didn’t serve to diffuse it. If anything, it was building.

Even after cumming around her sister’s fingers, Jessa didn’t feel any relief. The pressure, the wanting was immediately back.

She wanted to get off. She wanted to get her sister off.

And more than anything, she wanted to please her step-father.

“Again,” Janine insisted, recognizing the look in her sister’s eyes. “Cum for me again, you dumb whore. Cum for me again, you walking hole.”

“Fuck you,” Jessa replied with a glare, before moving her Janine’s face to hers and forcing her tongue into her sister’s mouth.

“You were born to please Daddy,” Janine said, pulling back, slightly dazed by the intensity of their kiss.

“So were you,” Jessa echoed, looking deep into her sister’s eyes. She slipped a third finger into her sister’s wet hole, enjoying the glazed look she got in response.

“I just want to please Daddy,” Janine intoned. “Please. Please…it’s all I want.”

Jessa couldn’t do anything but nod as she moved her mouth to her sister’s neck, biting and nipping as she felt Janine cum.

* * *

“You girls ready to go?”

Jessa and Janine nodded, not believing themselves for a moment. They’d gotten each other off twice the previous night, and three times that morning.

The third time hadn’t even been deliberate—it had again started with a fight. Jessa had tried to convince Janine that they should get out of the house before anyone else was awake, head to a friend’s house for a weekend, and not come back until late Sunday night.

“ _Please_ ,” she’d begged. “I don’t want to go.”

“We have to,” Janine had insisted. “I…I don’t want Mom to worry about us.”

“Oh my god,” Jessa had said. “You _want_ to go.”

“No! I swear, that’s not it.”

“You _want_ to fuck him. You _slut_.”

“I’m not a slut!” Janine had shouted, before finding herself wrapped around her sister’s naked body, kissing her with more passion than she could ever remember experiencing with any of her boyfriends.

When they’d emerged from the room an hour later, their mother’s new husband had been waiting for them.

At the sight of their tussled hair, he’d grinned.

Then, he’d lowered his glasses, and given them the Look.

* * *

“You can sit up here with me,” he insisted, as he merged onto the highway.

“No thank you,” Janine said firmly in response. “We’re fine back here.”

The girls had insisted on sitting in the back. Safety in numbers, they figured.

Plus, back here, he couldn’t give them That Look.

As they drove to the beach, the girls realized they were in trouble. Everyting he did—literally _everything_ was getting under their skin.

And as they got mad, they could feel themselves getting wet. Getting antsy.

Filling with a strange erotic energy.

While the target of their lust sat less than a foot away.

Finally, Jessa broke the silence, turning to her sister with a desperate look on her face.

“Now,” she said, her voice no louder than a whisper. “Please. I…I need you now.”

Janine’s eyes widened.

“ _Now_? Here?? But he’s…”

She gestured to the front seat, where their step-father was tunelessly humming the most annoying song they’d ever heard.

“I don’t care,” Jessa hissed urgently. “Please…”

Janine’s eyes flicked to the rear view mirror. A risky move—he could easily have given them That Look—but her stepfather’s attention seemed to be entirely on the road.

“God you’re pathetic,” she whispered, and Jessa trembled with pleasure at the words.

“More,” she pleaded. “You fucking…fuck.”

Janine moved her hand to her sister’s thigh.

“Is that the best you can come up with?” she said, her mouth directly against her sister’s ear. “You’re as dumb as you are ugly.”

Jessa twitched with pleasure at the abuse.

“Is he looking?” she gasped. Her eyes were closed, and Janine turned to check.

Nope. Their step-father’s focus seemed to be entirely on the road.

“Not yet,” Janine replied, emphasizing the second word. “But do you know what he’d see if he did turn around?”

“What?”

“He’d see a dumb, horny slut. He’d see a whore who can’t even last ten minutes in the car without needing to get off.

“Mmmm…” Jessa whimpered, and Janine’s hand pressed firmly against the jean shorts her sister was wearing.

“I can feel your heat through the fabric. Are you even wearing panties?”

“Nuh-uh. Bikini.”

Janine’s other hand grabbed her sister’s tit through her shirt.

“Oh really? You looking forward to showing off for him at the beach?”

“Yesss…”

“You looking forward to Daddy’s eyes on your slut body? You want to show off your big tits for him, make him horny? Make him hard?”

Jessa bit her lip as she writhed beneath her sister’s touch, trying desperately to stay silent as she came.

When she was done, she opened her eyes to find her sister staring at her, glassy-eyed.

“My turn,” Janine said insistently.

Jessa didn’t even bother to check if their mother’s new husband was watching as she pushed her sister’s panties to the side, and slipped two fingers inside.

* * *

When they got to the hotel room that night, the girls were exhausted. They’d spent hours on the beach, doing all they could to avoid eye-contact with their step-father.

But it hadn’t always been possible, whenever they glanced his way…

He was giving them That Look.

They froze in position each and every time he did, giving him ample opportunity to run his eyes up and down their bodies.

He wasn’t the only one, of course—even in a crowded beach, the sisters stood out. Jessa’s cutoffs and Janine’s skirt didn’t hide much to begin with, but it wasn’t long before the sisters convinced each other to shuck their outer layer and spend their time on the beach in nothing but their bikinis.

As if their bodies weren’t enough, the girls were constantly touching each other. Not like they had been in the car—just the casual touch of sisters. A hand resting on the others’ side, or idly tracing a path down the back. They were dying, itching to sneak away, to get each other off…but there were too many people around, and they couldn’t.

Besides, if they went somewhere private, he might have followed them.

He might have followed them, and given them That Look.

“Why didn’t we insist Mom come as well?” Janine hissed, as their step-father openly followed her long, tanned legs up to her pert ass. “At least then we would have had a buffer.”

“It’s okay,” Jessa replied unconvincingly. “We have each other.”

“Great,” Janine said sarcastically. “I guess we’ll be fine then. You’re such an idiot.”

Jessa made a strange noise, as though something was caught in her throat.

“Don’t,” she pleaded. “Not…not here. Wait until the hotel.”

But when they got back to the hotel, an unpleasant discovery awaited them.

“…one room?” Janine said, her voice practically a screech.

“What’s wrong?” the new man in their life asked casually. “We’re family, after all.”

“I…I…”

The teenager trailed off. She was so mad, she was afraid she was going strip naked right then and there, and offer herself to her step-father before she could stop herself.

“I need the bathroom!” Jessa said in a gurgle. Janine turned to see that her sister was clearly as worked up about the situation as she was.

“I’ll come with you,” Janine said, the words feeling thick and heavy in her mouth.

The two sisters turned to their step-father, expecting a sarcastic comment about women always travelling in packs.

But instead, he was giving them That Look.

“Now!” Jessa said in a strangled voice. “Please…”

No sooner was the door closed that Jessa was on her knees, pushing her sister’s bikini bottom to the side. Janine was dripping wet.

They didn’t even try to hide their moans of pleasure, and when they emerged over an hour later, their step-father had a very satisfied look on his face.

* * *

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	Chapter 4

Janine had been prepared to return to the beach the next day. She’d woken up several times in the night, dripping with arousal at the idea of another day prancing around on the sand, every set of eyes on her and her sister.

Of course, only one set of eyes mattered, and they belonged to the man sleeping in the bed next to them.

To Daddy.

She groaned—it must have been louder than she’d thought, because the sound woke her sister. Jessa immediately called her out for being such an easily-awoken slut, and it wasn’t long before their hands were buried in each other’s snatches as they whispered insults at each other, getting off just a few feet away from their step-father.

From Daddy.

They’d fallen back to sleep, entangled in each other’s arms, and the process had repeated several times.

The next morning, they awoke, put on their bikinis, and were met with bad news.

“An _art gallery_?” Jessa asked, the fury in her voice sending a pulse straight to her sister’s pussy.

“That’s right,” he said with a casual smile. “I thought I’d show you two some culture.”

Janine wanted to object. She wanted to point out that they were dressed for the beach, not to stroll around a bunch of old pictures. She wanted to tell her step-father what an idiot he was. She wanted to sink to her knees, and share her anger by taking his huge cock into her mouth. She was so mad, she wanted him to cum onto her bikini and have Jessa lick it off.

She wanted to kiss her sister, sharing their step-father’s seed between their mouths as he watched….

But before she could say anything, he shot them the Look, and Janine fell silent.

What was the point in arguing? It would just make her even more mad.

The girls were unsurprised to find that the art gallery was almost completely empty. It was perfect beach weather—who was going to come look at paintings of long-dead fruit by long-dead artists?

To make matters worse, it turned out their step-father was an art enthusiast. Every time they entered a new room, he gave a small sigh of satisfaction, and shared a fact or three about the incredibly boring artists who had worked on the dullest pieces of art ever created.

It was infuriating. Everything he said, every noise he made…even his _gestures_ completely rubbed the two sisters up the wrong way, and soon they were thrumming with arousal.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jessa moaned into Janine’s ear. “If he tells us one more fact about the American Renaissance, I swear, I’m gonna…I’m gonna…”

“Let him fuck your ass?” Janine whispered back, and Jessa nodded.

“Please,” she begged.

The one advantage of Daddy’s passion for art—it had apparently distracted him enough that he hadn’t given them the Look since they entered, not even once.

Janine was surprised to find that she almost missed it. It was like getting a jolt of pure adrenaline. It made her aware of every part of her body…it made her feel alive.

She hated it and loved it all at once.

“This artist died young,” the man droned. “Too young, if you ask me.”

As he stepped into the next room, Janine surprised her sister—and herself—by grabbing Jessa’s arms and pinning her against the wall. Jessa let out a small gasp, but before she could say anything, Janine’s tongue was halfway down her throat, her hands roaming around her sister’s body.

“You’re such a dirty slut,” she growled, and her sister just nodded, her eyes watering with need.

The two of them made out for a few more moments before Janine pulled away, grabbing Jessa’s arm and tugging her into the room Daddy had disappeared into.

As he droned on about the subtle influences of Warhol which had crept into all art in the second half of the twentieth century, Jessa took advantage of his distracted state to run her hand down her sister’s back, before firmly grasping Janine’s pert teenage ass.

When their step-father leaned in to examine the specifics of a dull-looking sculpture, Janine pushed things further by cupping her sister’s pussy, then quickly leaned forward and bit Jessa’s left nipple through her bikini top.

Every time their step-father moved into another room, they would linger behind, using the time to make out and leave the other gasping.

There was no one around, but they wouldn’t have been able to stop themselves even if the room had been full. They would have willingly made out in front of anyone who wanted to watch their incestuous embrace.

“You’re an ignorant slut,” Jessa informed her sister, as they made out beside a picture of a room with impossible geometry. “You’re worthless. Even I can’t stand you, and I’m your sister.”

“You’re nothing but a cumbucket,” Janine groaned into Jessa’s ear, before moving her mouth to her sister’s neck. “You were born to take Daddy’s seed inside you; that’s all you’re good for. That’s all you’ll ever be good for.”

“You’re the only thing in the world less fun than his lectures,” Jessa hissed, as their chaperone made his way into a room full of abstract sculptures. “The only reason they let you in here is because you make everything else look more interesting by comparison.”

“Daddy’s going to kick you out of the house as soon as he knocks you up,” Janine said, pushing her sister against a large portrait of a man with bronze hair. “He’s going to put a baby in you then throw you out like a piece of trash.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jessa replied, letting out a long, shuddering moan. “God you’re so fucking perfect.”

By the time they reached the end of the gallery, the two girls were dripping, itching with sexual energy, desperate. Their step-father hadn’t noticed a thing, so delighted was he by the art that the girls had completely failed to absorb in any way.

“I’ll go get the car,” he said, throwing them a smile—but not, to their surprise, a Look. “You two wait here.”

As soon as he left, Jessa straddled her sister, bare skin pressing against bare skin. If anyone had walked in, they may well have thought they were witnessing a piece of erotic art—the two girls’ perfect bodies practically melded into one as they kissed, writhing against each other in arousal, wearing nothing but their skimpy bikinis in the formal room.

“Please,” Jessa begged. “Please…I need it. I need to cum.”

“Sluttt…” Janine sighed in pleasure, and Jessa nodded fervently in response. “Here?”

“Anywhere,” Jessa said insistently. “Please. Just touch me.”

Janine glanced around—they were alone in the lobby of the gallery, but security cameras were dotted around the room, and the large glass walls didn’t offer any degree of privacy.

“What if someone sees?”

“Let them,” Jessa pleaded. “Oh, god…I want them to see. I want them to see how hot you get me. I want them to see how badly I want to fuck you. Please, Janine, I need it so much.”

As she erotically babbled, Jessa’s hand had made its way between Janine’s legs, and was firmly rubbing the front of her bikini briefs. Janine could feel her willpower fading at the familiar touch of her sister’s talented hand.

“Just wanna cum,” Jessa continued. “Please. Please. Wanna cum for Daddy. Let Jessa cum for Daddy…”

Janine let out an involuntary moan, and nodded.

“Fine,” she said with a hiss. “You exhibitionistic tramp. God, what kind of a harlot wants to get off in a public place like this. You’re dumb as a rock. Dumb…as…a…rock…”

As she insulted her sister, Janine’s hand had slipped under Jessa’s bikini briefs, which had been soaked by the sound of her degrading words.

Slipping two fingers inside her sister’s pussy, Janine knew that it wouldn’t take much to get her off. Their new father’s infuriating choice of venue, combined with his intolerable art lectures…they’d essentially just experienced two hours of pure foreplay, and now her sister was as primed as she’d ever been.

But before her thumb could find Jessa’s throbbing clit, Janine’s sister surprised her by letting out a gasp.

Janine looked up to find the cause of her sister’s reaction.

Their step-father was parked outside, and he had a clear view of what they were doing.

Even through the lobby, through the building’s windows, and the windshield of the car, there was no mistaking it.

He was giving him That Look.

* * *

Jessa tried desperately not let her arousal show as Daddy slowly searched through each of his pockets for the room key. The car ride back to the hotel had been spent in complete silence—the man their mother had married hadn’t said a word, hadn’t even hummed.

He’d just let them baste in the supreme awkwardness caused by what he’d just witnessed.

He’d seen them making out. No, more than that—he’d seen them touching each other. He’d seen one sister put her hand between the other sister’s legs.

He knew what they were doing.

Daddy had watched them touch each other.

And then he’d given them That Look.

“Found it,” he finally grunted, inserting the key clumsily into the slot.

_Was that how he’d insert himself into her?_ Jessa wondered, barely able to stop herself from groaning at the thought.

She hated her new step-father so much.

And dear god did she want him to fuck her.

To Jessa and Janine’s dismay, the small light flicked red, and a confused look came across Daddy’s face.

“Maybe I have to do it faster,” he mused, slipping the keycard in and out and in out, picking up speed as he did

Jessa’s eyes widened as she realized…that time, she _hadn’t_ managed to hold her groan back.

She’d just moaned at the sight of her step-father trying to unlock a door.

“Maybe we need a replacement,” she gasped, and Daddy nodded.

“I’ll go get one from reception. You two wait here.”

As soon as he stepped away, the girls’ hands were all over each other. Every inch of Jessa’s skin felt alive, electric.

Exposed.

Exposed to Daddy.

She moaned again as Janine’s mouth met hers, as her sister roughly pinched her nipples and grabbed her tits. She moaned even louder as Janine’s hand crudely groped her ass, and pressed against the gusset of her bikini bottom with two fingers.

And she moaned loudest of all when she saw that Daddy had returned, and was watching the two sisters make out.

Daddy was watching their incestuous embrace. He was watching his new step-daughters kiss each other, touch each other like sisters never could. He was watching something that millions on the internet would have paid any amount of money to see.

And as he did, he was giving them That Look.

“Got it,” he said with a dark smile, holding up the new keycard. The girls tried to move apart so he could unlock the door, but they couldn’t. Jessa’s need to feel Janine’s touch was more powerful than her desire to breathe, and it was clear that Janine felt the same way. Despite the fact that Daddy was back, that Daddy was watching, they continued to touch each other, to grope each other, to explore each other’s mouths with their tongue.

Jessa knew she would never tire of the taste of her sister’s mouth. She wanted nothing more than to kiss her sister, to let Daddy see how she kissed, to make out with Janine for Daddy, to get Daddy hard, to get Daddy off…

After a few minutes, the older man managed to find a path through the girls’ writhing bodies and unlock the door. The teenagers spilled into the room, followed by the methodical plod of their stepfather.

This time, they didn’t make their way into the bathroom and close the door behind them. For reasons they could neither explain nor understand, they knew that wasn’t an option.

Instead, the two lithe girls tumbled onto the bed that they’d shared the night before.

Their step-father settled into a chair in the corner of the room, and leaned forward intently.

As the girls urgently undressed each other, stripping the small pieces of fabric from the other, they tried desperately to avoid looking into the corner of the room.

They knew if they did, they risked exposing themselves to the full force of That Look.

* * *

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	Chapter 5

It was well past midnight before the girls drifted off to sleep.

Janine tried to do the math in her head, but it was too hard. The museum had closed at five, and as her eyes droopily closed, the cheap hotel alarm clock read twelve fifty. Fifty minus five. No, twelve minus five, plus fifty…

But when her eyes closed, it wasn’t the digital display of numbers she saw in her head.

It was That Look.

For however many hours that the girls had writhed around on the bed, pleasuring each other, exploring the bodies which had become so familiar over the past few weeks…their step-father had sat and watched.

And the entire time, he’d given them That Look.

At first, she’d tried not to let her attention be drawn to that corner of the room. It wasn’t as though she was starved for something to focus on. Despite how well she knew her sister’s naked form, Janine felt like she discovered something new each time she saw it—a fresh angle from which she could admire Jessa’s ass. A new bounce to her sister’s breast.

A new expression on her face as she came.

But it was like trying not to snack on the chocolate cake you know is in the fridge—inevitably, Janine’s willpower collapsed, and she peeked.

She’d expected him to be masturbating as he watched. One hand wrapped around his cock at the sight of the buxom teenage sisters getting each other off on the bed.

Expecting?

No. _Hoping._

She’d wanted to see his cock. Janine spent so much time imagining it. As she went down on her sister, she pictured what it must look like. She knew her body must make him hard. She knew he must want her as much as she wanted him.

She wanted to see his cock.

But—to her disappointment and surprise—he was had remained fully clothed. Instead, he was leaned forward, enjoying the sight in front of him.

As soon as he noticed Janine, there it was.

That Look.

Janine had gasped at the sight of it. She always did. It was almost too much.

Almost.

“What are you doing?” Jessa asked, but Janine didn’t answer. She _couldn’t_ answer. All she could do was lock eyes with her step-father, as he gave her the Look. As it filled her body. As it filled her bones.

“Don’t,” Jessa said, grabbing her sister’s head, trying to force her attention back to the bed, away from their step-fahter.

But she couldn’t.

The Look was more powerful than her sister’s hand. That Look was more powerful than any force on the planet.

“Fuck!” Janine said in a shuddering gasp. Jessa had all but body-slammed her, forcing her to lose her balance, making her blink as her face hit the bedsheets. She’d seen that she was trapped in the Look, and tried to save her.

Her sister had tried to save her…but in that moment, Janine hated her for it.

“Are you okay?” Jessa asked, but her sister didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer. She was dazed. That was the longest that the Look had ever gone for.

She’d wanted it to go longer.

After a moment, Janine realized her sister was staring at her, a worried expression on her face. She nodded.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, managing—barely—to resist glancing back at her step-father.

Janine wanted to see the Look again. She wanted to see how long she could take it. She wanted to feel her entire body fill with energy.

But she knew she couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

Not while Jessa was watching.

And so she’d looked up at her sister with a soft smile. Jessa leaned in close.

“You stupid slut,” she said lovingly. “I can’t believe what a halfwit you are. If you looked up moron in the dictionary, you’d find a photo of you taking a cock in every hole.”

Her sister’s words barely made sense, but Janine’s response had simply been a moan, and soon the two were intertwined once more.

For hours they got off in the bed in front of their step-father. For hours, Janine managed to resist looking back at him. She focused her attention on her sister, instead. The softness of her skin, the wetness of her pussy.

They’d grown so familiar with the other’s body. Janine knew exactly where Jessa liked to be touched, how much force to use when she was spanking her. She knew precisely when biting her sister’s breast would turn from pleasure into pain.

“Ow!” Jessa yelped, her eyes flaring with anger as Janine bit down, hard. The anger turned into lust, and soon Jessa was cumming at her sister’s hand.

And the entire time, she didn’t look at the man watching them in the corner.

Despite how desperately she wanted to.

* * *

The next morning was the final day of their beach holiday. The girls awake to find they were alone in the room—their chaperone’s bed neatly-made.

Either he hadn’t slept in it, or he was the kind of person to _make a hotel bed_ upon awakening. The girls couldn’t decide which was worse.

They played under the covers until they heard the door opening—even after their countless hours of exhibitionistic play the previous night, they were completely filled with need.

“I could enjoy your body until the hotel kicked us out,” Janine purred in her sister’s ear.

“You’re sex on legs,” her sister replied, running her fingers up and down Janine’s side.

Their tryst was interrupted by the door opening.

“Okay girls!” their step-father boomed. “We have just enough time to spend the morning at the beach before we have to head home.”

Anyone watching could almost have confused it for a typical family holiday, if not for two things: the nudity of the sisters, and the bikinis that the older man was holding in his hand.

“What the fuck are those?” Jessa asked defiantly. Her sister remained silent.

“You’ve been in your other set for two days. Did you bring another bathing suit?”

Jessa was forced to admit that no, she hadn’t.

“Well then,” their step-father said with a note of finality. “Time to change.“

As Daddy handed her a new outfit, Janine understood her sister’s reticence. The two strips of cloth that had been bought for her were barely enough to cover her nipples, and the thong bikini bottom was so narrow, she could barely tell the front from the back.

But he was right—they hadn’t brought anything else suitable for the beach, so the girls slipped into the bathroom to change.

“Holy shit,” Jessa said. “Sis…you look amazing.”

The hotel mirror was far from full-length, but even from what _was_ visible in the small reflection, Janine was forced to agree.

“You too,” she echoed, her eyes running lustfully up and down her sister’s body. “God…I want you so bad.”

“Come on, girls!” came a thundering order from outside the bathroom. “They’re kicking us out of here in ten.”

Janine’s mind briefly ran through what exactly she could do to her sister in ten minutes, but as Daddy banged on the bathroom door, the two girls reluctantly returned to the hotel bedroom.

“ _Very_ nice,” Daddy said, his eyes running up and down the sisters’ bodies. “Very nice indeed.”

Jessa opened her mouth to speak, but before she could get a word out, Daddy gave her That Look.

Janine’s mouth fell open as well, and to her trembling delight, the Look transferred to her.

“This _will_ be a lovely day, won’t it?” he said, turning and striding towards the car.

The two girls followed demurely behind him, neither of them saying a word.

* * *

As soon as the family arrived at the beach, Jessa could sense a different energy in the air.

Yesterday they’d been sneaking around behind Daddy’s back, making out without him noticing.

Those days were past. The secrecy was gone.

Daddy knew exactly what they were up to. How many hours had he watched them make love the previous night? How many orgasms had he witnessed? The room had been full of the smell of two teenage pussies. He’d watched as Jessa had tasted her sister’s mouth, her pussy. He’d watched as Janine had spanked her sister, called her a slut.

He’d watched as they came and came and came.

There was no point in hiding it any more.

As soon as they stepped onto the sand, Jessa was filled with a fiery rage. She and Janine had been normal sisters before her mother had remarried. Yeah, they hadn’t always gotten along—that was how sisters _worked_.

They were closer now, but unnaturally so. They’d been drawn together by their mutual hatred of their mother’s new husband.

And by whatever influence That Look had.

It was all his fault. It was all because of Daddy.

Jessa hated it. She hated _him_.

And so she reacted the same way she always did when anger overcame her—she pulled her sister’s body to hers, and kissed her.

The beach was emptier than it had been a two days earlier, but the brazen act still drew some attention. Several men (and even a few women) stopped at the sight of the two girls in bikinis making out, pressing their barely-concealed bodies against each other.

Jessa’s hands ran up and down Janine’s firm flesh, her fingertips tracing patterns. She could feel goosebumps of arousal form wherever she made contact. She moaned at the knowledge that her sister was enjoying this as much as she was.

As the two young ladies continued to make out, the crowd increased. Jessa closed her eyes—she didn’t care about what the strangers thought. She knew she was putting on a show, but that wasn’t why she was doing it. She needed to vent her frustration, and using her sister’s body was the best way to do it.

“Everyone’s watching,” Janine said throatily. “Jessa…everyone’s watching us.”

“Mm-mm,” Jessa replied, her hands moving down to her sister’s perfect ass.

“Daddy’s watching.”

“Oh!”

Jessa was surprised by her own reaction to her sister’s words. She’d known that their step-father was watching. She’d started kissing her sister directly in front of him—of course he was watching.

“Everyone must think we’re whores,” Janine continued, causing a pulse of pleasure to coarse through her sister’s body. “Everyone must think we’re his whores.”

“We are,” Jessa moaned in response. “We’re Daddy’s whores.”

“Yessss,” her sister hissed. “And everyone can see. Everyone can see we’re Daddy’s whores.”

Even with her eyes closed, Jessa knew exactly what it must look like. Two mostly-naked teenage girls, touching each other, groping each other in public, while a middle-aged man sat and watched possessively.

Everyone must think they were his. Everyone must have thought he owned them.

“Daddy owns us,” Jessa gasped. “We’re Daddy’s whores.”

“We’re Daddy’s whores,” Janine echoed. “Daddy owns us.”

Jessa’s eyes snapped open as her sister’s hand audaciously moved between her legs, rubbing the tiny piece of fabric in front of everyone. The strangers watching.

Daddy.

Her lids flitted closed as an orgasm overtook her.

“Everyone knows now,” she panted. “Everyone knows I’m Daddy’s whore…”

“Mm-hmm,” Janine nodded. “We both are.”

Jessa’s first public orgasm was brief, but as she opened her eyes again, she didn’t care about the crowd’s reaction…or even her sister’s. She turned to see what her new step-father thought of the show they’d just put on, of their complete shamelessness.

But when she turned to look at him, she couldn’t read his expression. All she could see was the Look he was giving them.

* * *

As the car sped away from the beach, Janine looked at her sister with a smile. It had been a big weekend, and Jessa was clearly exhausted. They’d continued to cavort on the beach for close to an hour, putting a show on for anyone who would watch. After they’d made each other reach shuddering orgasm after shuddering orgasm in front of the crowd, their step-father had finally ordered them to the car.

He’d walked two steps behind them, not even trying to hide his enjoyment of their mostly-exposed teenage asses.

Janine stroked her sister’s hair as her eyes drooped closed, and the steady rise and fall of her perfect chest signalled that she was asleep.

The older of the two young ladies immediately glanced at the mirror. Her eyes immediately met Daddy’s.

He was giving her That Look.

And somehow, despite the fact he was driving, he managed to continue giving her the Look for the entire drive home.

* * *

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