Date: Wed, 9 Feb 2022 22:32:55 -0800 From: Marquis King Subject: Paraiso Chapter 4 Categories: Bisexual, Incest, Interracial Author: Marquis King Sorry for the long hiatus. Had to deal with some personal stuff. It was all very dramatic, but now I'm back and ready to write more chapters.Please enjoy and drop me an email at bizmarquis64@gmail.com and let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty to keep this great website running! This story is fictional and is only meant to be read if you're 18 or older. "I still can't believe any of this is real..." I mumbled mostly to myself as I shoved the keys to a partially furnished 1950's one story rambler into my pocket. A rambler I apparently now owned even though I only paid 20 grand for it. I know Paraiso was a small town in a less popular part of Cali, and that may have been most of the money I had after selling my 1964 Pontiac GTO, and I'm no expert on real-estate, but that house was definitely worth more than I paid for it. "You're starting to sound like a broken record, but I know what you mean man," Jacob chuckled, his eyes still on the road as he drove through the neighborhood me and Justice would be living in, to the local mechanic's to meet my potential new boss. "When Susie first brought me here, it took me a while to let it all sink in and accept it as fact." "But to just be given a house at dirt cheap?" I gestured back in the general direction of the house in question, feeling oddly twitchy and hot. "Well think about it this way, Paraiso is a small, close-knit community that doesn't allow just anybody in. The last new blood we got was the Thomson's almost 10 years ago. In comes a hot young thing with a big dick and a cute little daughter in tow. Add to that you're a mechanic and you probably could have gotten that house for a nickle." Jacob laughed at his own joke. What he said made some sense. Driving through Paraiso in the daylight, I could see that some of the houses were unoccupied, maybe sitting empty for some time. If the community was everything Jacob was promising, then you could probably only make it in by having someone vouch for you. And by the way that the fourty-something year old real estate lady was eye fucking me, then maybe the people around here really were desperate for "fresh meat". But still... "Is me being a mechanic that special?" I asked, tugging at my flannel button up. I couldn't find the undershirt I set out to wear this morning after I took a shower at Jacob's, so the soft cotton was rubbing directly on my skin and my nipples were suddenly feeling a little sensitive. "Cole, there's only one auto repair shop in a 50 mile radius. And the guy who owns it is more than ready to retire. You'd be the only one with enough work experience to run it. You'd be doing us all a favor by taking it over." I fidgeted in my seat, unable to get comfortable, trying to follow along with what Jacob was saying but I couldn't get past how warm and flushed I felt and how the sensitive tickling feeling in my nipples was starting to spread over the rest of my skin. "You okay man?" Jacob lightly touched my arm and I flinched away as the sweep of his fingers over my forearm made my cock twitch in my jeans. "W-what?" Was something wrong with me? I was about to have a fucking job interview but I'm sitting here getting horny for no damn reason. "I asked if you're okay. But whatever, `cause we're here." Sure enough, Jacob was pulling into the large parking lot of what was surely an auto shop. It was larger than I expected it to be considering it was smack dab in the middle of a town of less than three thousand. The building was one of those sturdy cinderblock industrial monstrosities with a faded sign in red sweeping cursive that read `Joe's'. It had two large roll up doors at the front that were currently open to reveal the workshop and tools inside and someone leaning over the engine of some sedan. Hearing us pull up to the garage, they leaned up. From here, it looked like he was a man somewhere in his sixties with stone grey hair. He turned from the sedan he'd been working on and began to walk over to the car as Jacob put it in park. I took a few deep breaths to calm down before getting out of the car and following behind Jacob who was already walking up to the old man. Before my fight with Jacob, back when I was a selfish asshole, I had nothing but confidence in everything I did. But right now, walking up to this old man wearing greasy overalls for a job for work I'd been doing since I was 18... I felt like vomiting. I half expected this guy to take one look at me and say that he doesn't hire perverts and tell me to get fucked. But I had Justice to think of. I'd pulled her out of school and made her change states twice since gaining custody. I couldn't keep doing this to her. I needed to get my shit together. If only my shirt would stop rubbing against my damn nipples! "So you must be this Hastings kid Jacob won't shut up about." The old man turned towards me, wiping his greasy hands off on a work rag as he stared me up and down. He was a few inches shorter than me, rail thin, and his face looked like a wrinkly mass of sun browned skin. "The one and only!" Jacob smiled at me and looked like a proud parent for a moment. I would've laughed, but the way my jeans were rubbing across my thighs and hugging my waist and ass while I walked up to the two of them kept me from making any sort of response except for a nod. I didn't think my jeans were so tight when I put them on this morning. But suddenly, it was getting difficult to walk as the zipper seemed to press into my shaft. "Y-you must be Joe." I held my hand out for a shake, resisting the urge to fidget "It's Frank, Joe was my father." He shook my hand and I quickly clasped my hands in front of my crotch. I was definitely getting hard. Fuck! Maybe I could ask to use the bathroom before Frank noticed. "Jacob said you knew a thing or two about fixin' cars." "Cole could rebuild an engine block if you asked him to." Jacob slung one of his arms around my shoulders and pulled me into his side, I had to fight the impulse to shake him off. The heat of his body and the slide of my shirt against my skin had me biting my lip even harder to keep from squirming or moaning. I was starting to sweat and feel a little light headed and my cock was so hard it hurt. "You work in a shop before kid?" Frank was looking at me sharply. The more he stared, the more I became aware of how needy I felt. Could he tell I was trying my best to hide my erection behind my hands? Could he tell my nipples were hard and every time my shirt brushed against them I wanted to moan? Fuck, I could even feel my asshole start to twitch and the muscles in my stomach clench. "Oh yeah, he's worked in a few." Jacob answered for me, running his hand up and down my back which really did make me squirm. I needed to get out of here. Ask Frank for the bathroom, beat out the fastest nut ever, and then come back and pretend that everything's perfectly fine. But when I opened my mouth, all that I could get out was an unintelligible grunt. "Can the kid not speak for himself? Or is he too busy spilling in his pants?" My body went hot and cold at the same time. I looked down at where I'd placed my hands. I had hoped Frank wouldn't be able to see the tent in my pants around my hands, but my cock was so big and hard I wasn't hiding anything. Especially the wet stain that was slowly spreading from the tip. "Uh- um- well-." My mind was a white haze of panic as I tried to say something. Anything. "Well, that might be my fault." I slowly turned towards Jacob who had the biggest shit eating grin and the knowledge hit me like a fist to the face! Whatever was happening to me right now was his fucking fault! "Of course it is." Frank huffed, spitting into the dirt "I don't give a rats ass what you get up to in your free time," he pointed a finger at me "But when you're at work you better damn well be workin'! No sex inside the shop and no "sexual favors" as payments. You got that?!" I could only nod dumbly, not really sure what was going on. "Good, then you can start Monday. 7am sharp!" "T-thank you Frank-" "Don't thank me yet kid. This is just a trail period to see if you got what it takes." And with that, Frank turned on his heel and walked back towards the garage. "Thanks again!" I called after him, feeling a little dazed and a lot confused. "Well that went well." Jacob whispered in my ear, leaning into me and running both of his hands up and down my sides, making me shudder. I turned and shoved him off. "What the fuck Jacob?!" I hissed, trying to keep my voice down so Frank wouldn't hear "What the hell did you do to me?" Jacob just tossed his head back and laughed at me as he walked back to his car and hopped in. I had no choice but to follow. "You could have blown that for me," I gestured towards the garage "I need this job!" "Unlikely, as much of a hard-ass as Frank is trying to make himself out to be, before his wife passed he used to be just as much of a freak as you or me." He started the engine as I climbed into the passenger seat. "You could have warned me! Told me something. Anything! I was freaking the fu-" I stopped talking as Jacob reached over, grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled. The pain in my scalped mixed with my arousal and my hips lifted off the car seat and writhed. Jacob leaned over, the casual smile on his face turning into something dark. "I don't have to do dick-all Cole," he hissed pulling on my hair even harder. I could literally feel the precum soaking the front of my pants as I whimpered and squirmed, trying to reach back and get him to let go of my hair. "You think one blowjob was enough of an apology for the shit you pulled?" He grabbed my wrist and pinned it down against my thigh. "Jacob, please!" I don't know what I was begging for. For forgiveness? For him to take my aching cock out and let me cum? I felt so primed I was sure if he just brushed against me through my jeans I'd blow. But he just laughed at me. "Oh man, if I would have known how much of a turn on it is to hear you beg, I would have bullied you more when we were kids." He leaned down and bit the sensitive curve of my neck hard enough to make me shout. His teeth were probably going to leave a bruise. "How are you doing this?" Pain had never been my thing, but fuck me I might not even need him to touch my dick at all if this kept up. "The body wash." Jacob bit down against the same spot on my neck and I couldn't breath for a second from how much it hurt. "B-body wash?" I gasped. I used my one free hand, not to push Jacob away, but to pinch my over sensitized nipples through my shirt. I felt my ass hole clench and I rocked my hips in my seat. "Yep, made locally." Jacob leaned back and watched me play with my nipples, that Cheshire smile back on his face. "Makes you want to crawl out of your skin and rub all over somebody doesn't it?" I remembered that morning. After breakfast, Susan brought me a towel and some body wash to use. The bodywash had come in a plain, unlabeled blue bottle and smelled like citrus and cloves. She told me to be thorough in the shower with a look in her eye that promised a repeat of last night and so much more. "It's slow acting, but can be really intense and lasts for hours." He reached across and twisted my other nipple. Hard. I cried out and didn't know whether I wanted him to pull on it harder or slap his hand away. "It comes in a massage oil too. Benjie loves using it as lube while he has his ass drilled." "Oh fuck yeah!" I hissed through my teeth, my asshole clenching as I pictured Jacob's youngest spreading his 8-year-old hole. Begging his dad to stretch his little boy pussy. Could Benjamin take two fingers? More? Had he learned to take adult dick yet? Fuck! I wanted to see that. I wanted to see him take Jacob's thick cock. Benjamin was too small to take all of me, but maybe I could work the head of my cock in. Get him gapping on it. "You dirty slut," Jacob laughed as he tugged on both of my nipples "I bet you're picturing all the ways you'd love to abuse my little Benjie's hole." "A-and Justice," I admitted "I want to see her untouched pussy soaked. Wanna see it dripping as I work my fingers in, stretch her wide. I want my baby girl to beg me to make her cum. Beg Daddy for his fingers deep in her cunt and give Justice her first orgasim." "Shit, you'll let me watch Cole." Jacob growled in my ear. Not a request, a demand "I'll be watching you work that virgin slit. Teaching her what every father should teach their daughters. You'll give her her first cum, her first fuck. But I'll be the second. We'll work your sweet little girl over and cover every inch of that chocolate skin with cum. And then you'll lick it all off and we'll start all over again." I couldn't take it anymore, I reached for my throbbing cock, wanting to stroke myself off to thoughts of my little angel. Thoughts I'd repressed for so long. But Jacob grabbed my hands before I could unbutton my pants. "Oh no you don't" He chided. "Christ Jacob! Please I need to cum so bad it fucking hurts." "Good, I told you already, you haven't made it up to me yet." He placed my hands on my thighs and fixed me with a stern look "Now you're gonna sit there like a good boy and keep your hands out of your pants. We've got one more stop to make." "But I can't-" "Don't worry man, I'll let you cum. But only when I say you can." The smile that split Jacob's face made my whole-body shiver. "Where are we going?" I asked, pressing my hands against my thighs to keep them from shaking "It's a surprise." "I don't think I can handle any more of your surprises." Jacob laughed as he put his car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot. I glanced out the window towards the garage and saw Frank standing there, his arms crossed over his chest, looking right at me. I'd like to say that I felt at least a little embarrassed that my future employee saw me acting like a horny teenager in my best friend's car. But I'd be lying.