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A normal person would probably be disgusted to be compared to their sister, but I preen with pride and then hate myself for it.
I don’t remember when I fall asleep, but I remember that when I do, Ryker’s cock is still stuffed inside me.
That I didn’t have one of the best fucks of my life with my girlfriend, but with her nineteen-year-old little sister.
“Awesome. That’s cool. You almost knocked up both sisters, what a record,”
“I had your cum leaking out of my pussy weeks ago, and you just watched me recreate The Exorcist—extreme edition. Please, calm down.”
You have a sharp tongue, and I wasn’t looking to get cut.”
“Fuck me.” “That’s what got us in this situation,” Ryker answers drily.
“You didn’t kiss me that night. I was just thinking how I’m probably carrying your baby and you never kissed me.”
I groan, my head thrown back against the couch and I thrust against her cunt, not caring how hard I am coming in my pants.
Now I’ve kissed her on purpose, and come in my pants from the mere thought of her pregnant. What the fuck is wrong with me?
does, I’ll always choose my kid, okay? If you trust anything, trust that I’m not your parents and I will always put that child above my own needs.”
“We made that,” he says. I snort. “I mean, sure. But like, mostly me.”
“I walked away because I thought you were going to stop me and I didn’t want to hear it. Baby, if you’re aching for more, I want to give it to you.”
“No, look at me, Stassie. I want you to watch because this is as close to fucking as we can get right now.”
“Ryker I really don’t want to think about my ex when all I want to think about is what if it was you and not the dildo slipping in my ass right now.”
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot like this. Stuffed with two cocks and wanting more. You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you, Stassie?”
“We’ll see, Stassie. Now touch yourself and come on my cock like the night I fucked my baby into you.”
“Fuck, Stassie. That was…fuck. You’re everything I’ve ever wanted.”
“You’re breaking up with her?” Her eyes are wide with hope and fear. I study her face, my heart pounding, a little stunned she’s surprised. “Yeah, Stassie… I thought—don’t you want to see where this goes with us and the baby?”
Ever since the day she peed on the pregnancy test in front of me, there’s been a curiosity inside me. One I’ve had before, but never acted upon and only watched a few times when I was incredibly horny.
“I like watching how your body changes to carry my kid. I can’t explain it. It’s the most beautiful thing and it makes me want to fuck you all day.”
“I like how much you like it. I pissed on you, now you’re mine.” My heart swells, and I know there isn’t going to be a time where I don’t want the woman standing in front of me in my arms.
I do love Mary, and I love the time we’ve spent together. But after being with Stassie, I think my relationship with Mary became more about not starting over.
“Seeing you like this, swollen with my baby, still desperate for my cock, I fucking can’t get enough. Give me your juices, pretty girl. I need you to drench me.”
“There we go, Stassie. Come for me so I can give you another baby,” I whisper into her hair. “You want that, don’t you? Pump you full my kids. We’ll have a whole soccer team.”
A part of me realized something was off that night. I kept going because it was the best thing I’d ever felt, but I’ll never tell her that. If it helps alleviate her guilt by thinking I didn’t know, then I’ll take that secret to the grave.
