Can my daughter's holes be my absolution? 4

George's mouth fell open. He didn't think his brother had it in him to land someone like Stella. She was practically his kid, which just made it flirtier.

Stella released a heavy sigh and explained, "I was just relieving some tension. My husband fucked my mom, your wife. Excuse me for being human and being upset about it," she said, folding her arms, rubbing her thighs together.

Neither movements went unnoticed by George. Her arms crossed over her chest pushed her tits up. George's dick twitched. Mark stilled and his gaze naturally looked down Stella's top. One brother looked away. George did not.

Mark ranted, "It's sinful, Stella. I'm your father. And no more cussing, young lady," he ordered, wagging a finger at her like she was five.

"Whatever. Maybe I should just leave. Daddy clearly doesn't care that his wife betrayed him. Instead, he's mad at me? We should fuck, Mark. We should fuck hard. Teach your whore wife a lesson," Stella barked at her father, not knowing she was putting ideas into George's head.

George saw his opportunity to get his dick into Stella's pussy. A devious plan began to hatch in his mind.

"It's daddy to you. I raised you. Don't you talk about your mother like tha—" Mark began, but his eyes had dropped to her tits again.

A war was happening inside him. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted. Was he angry and Lola and Richard? Of course. Did he want to plow young pussy like George did every other night? Sometimes.

But this was wrong. He had already stepped over the line once. It would never happen again. No matter how much his dick ached for his daughter.

"Okay, enough. No one is leaving. Could I have a word with your daddy, Stells?" George asked, trying to keep his tone neutral, knowing how his niece was repulsed by his whoring ways.

Stella huffed, forcing her arms tighter against her tits, making them spill out of her bra cups ever so slightly. Both men's dicks twitched as they gawked.

George grabbed Mark's arm and pulled him up.

"Just one minute. Okay?" he said, unable to resist laying a kiss on Stella's cheek.

Stella cringed.

Stuck up bitch. You're getting fucked by uncle's dick today.

The two men went to the other side of the room, where George explained his plan to Mark. At least in part. He would have said anything to put his dick in Stella. He smelled her arousal the moment she entered his office. His dick had been steadily hardening ever since.

"Just go with me for a second, okay? This isn't a church problem. You just need to get her to stop masturbating in your bed. Right? I'm your man. I can hypnotize her to never masturbate again. Huh? Sound good?" George said, laying down the groundwork for his plan, patting Mark on the back. "I'm the best at my job. Right? You know that. That's why you called me in the first place."

"Fine," Mark agreed begrudgingly, eyeing George suspiciously. "What do we do?"

"Well, this is where things get a little morally grey. You see, to make the hypnotherapy effective, I need to satisfy her sexual desires just once to release the pent-up energy. After that, use the trigger words and she will do your bidding," George said, trying to use his silver tongue to sell Mark on watching Stella get fucked.

"You sick son of a bitch. You'e not fucking my daughter, you're her uncle," an outraged Mark roared. "I knew this was a mistake. Stella—" he called.

Oh fucking whatever. Stella was George's step niece. STEP. He wanted to fuck the bitch raw. Mark wasn't wasting his fucking one chance. She was horny, drunk and desperately sad. It was now or never.

"Now hold on. Do you really want to tell a priest you fucked your own daughter?" George asked, really hitting where it hurt.

"I didn't fuck her," Mark hissed under his breath. "Lord forgive me for cussing," he said with a sigh.

"Not yet, but look at her, Mark. You're heartbroken about Lola fucking around on you. Warned you it would happen with these ridiculous celibacy cleanses, but never mind that. Stella's beautiful and she clearly wants your dick. You live in the same house. You're so going to fuck her. Unless you let me help you," George said, his voice charming, like that of a charlatan's.

"No more masturbation?" a desperate Mark asked, staring down at the now half hard dick in his pants.

He had been praying in his head, doing everything he could to stop thinking about that blow job. Then Lola getting her pussy pounded by another man. Then back to the blow job from Stella.

Pain. Resentment. Rage. Sorrow. Heartache. His wife's betrayal sent him on a rollercoaster of emotions.

Then came ease. Relief. Euphoria. Just like the Lord promised after hardship. Stella's amazing mouth was that ease. He couldn't help it. He wanted to fuck her. Badly.

"None. Ever. Like it never happened. I can even suggest to her that she never be attracted to you again. Trust me, it's clinical," said George, already imagining his dick in his niece's pussy as he glanced at her over his shoulder.

Mark's face paled, his attraction to Stella a secret shame that not even George clocked. His brother was far too obsessed with his own horniness. Plus it was Mark. He never set a foot out of line a day in his life.

"Fine, if it saves her soul, but only once. And she won't remember?" he relented reluctantly, letting his own weakness humble him.

"Not a thing. I'll go back in there, give her a hard, satisfying fuck and then—" an almost giddy George said, rubbing his hands together, his eyes shining with lust, but Mark growled at him, cutting him off.

"I will not leave you alone with her. This is my doing. I want to make sure you keep things professional," Mark claimed, begging his aching dick to stop rising.

Right. He had to protect Stella. He couldn't fuck her himself, obviously, so he would have to watch. To make sure she and her big tits were okay. No, not her tits. Just her. Fuck, what was wrong with him?

"Whatever. Just stay out of my way. Keep your dick in your pants. She's your daughter, remember?" George said with a scowl, finally clocking Mark's hard dick.

It seemed his brother was just a man after all.