“It doesn’t matter what this test comes out with, positive, negative, it’s all the same to me. The truth is, what we’re doing is wrong. It’s wrong in the eyes of the Lord and it’s wrong for everyone who loves us.”
My vision blurred as the tears formed in their wells.
“I’m going to do the right thing Cindy, and I am sorry that it’s not going to be the way you deserve to hear it.”
Cole dropped to a knee in front of me and he pulled a gold ring from his pinky finger.
“I’d rather do this right, somewhere romantic, after a beautiful weekend but I realize that if I waited now, you’d always wonder if the results of this test had something to do with my asking you. I feel nothing but love for you Cindy-Lee Bladon, and I want you to be my wife.”
I stared down at him in utter and complete shock. It was as if I’d dreamt it all. Had he really just gotten on one knee and proposed to me? I choked back tears and threw myself into his arms.
“Yes!” I cried. I will marry you baby, I will!”
Five months later nothing between us had changed other than my sex drive, the support of our family, and well, my body. I was horny as hell and Cole never seemed to mind my swelling belly. He said I was more beautiful every day and he proved it by fucking me at my every whim. I’d always heard that women had interesting cravings when they were pregnant, but mine seemed to focus wholly on Cole’s cock.
“Do you think it’s bad for the baby?” I asked him as he lifted me onto the wall in the kitchen.
“Not in the least. When we went to your appointment two weeks ago I asked the doctor, he said it was fine as long as you weren’t resting your weight on your belly.”
“You did not!” I exclaimed in disbelief and embarrassment, suddenly realizing why the doc and Cole had exchanged a wink and a grin.
“What can I say, I am a concerned father.” Cole winked at me, a sly grin on his face.
“Some father, you’re just a horny little shit.”
“I’ll show you little.” Cole warned as he pressed his hard cock against my wetness.
I bit my lip, spreading my legs further.
“Fuck me Cole.” I begged him.
Cole pressed his cock up to my eager pussy and with one swift thrust he filled me completely. His cock was so fucking thick and I loved every inch of it. I bucked my hips against him, panting and moaning as his rhythm became a steady beat.
“You like it when daddy fucks your tight little hole don’t you sissy.”
My body responded, for whatever reason I still found it sexy when he called me his sister. It was such a taboo, such a naughty thing to be doing.
“I like it daddy, fuck me harder.”
Cole let loose, his body thrusting as hard as he could against me, abs and biceps flexed hard. I could feel him beginning to sweat and I tightened my insides around his cock. Cole let out a deep moan. I’d been training my muscles since I found out I was pregnant. The doctor told me it would help me deliver, and help me to recover. When I’d started them Cole couldn’t tell if I was flexing them or not, but now he said it felt like I was milking his cock with my pussy.
Suspended in the air I let him take me as I looked down at the baby that was growing inside of me. If you’d have asked me six months ago where I’d be now, this would be the last place on earth I would have expected. But as our bodies shuddered and released, I knew that this was exactly where we were both meant to be. Together, forever.
My Step-Daddy’s Secret
I closed the door slowly behind me, cursing the creak of the old hinges. On tiptoes I made my way through the foyer and into the hall. I was nineteen, and felt like a child having to sneak around this way, but my stepdad Luke hadn’t really given me a choice. Ever since my mom died, he had been hard on me. Considering that he had caught me high as a kite, half naked with two boys in my room two months after her funeral, I didn’t really blame him.
Though I might have needed his strict hand back then, I was older now, had a year of college under my belt, and was much more mature. I hadn’t wanted to move back in to his place, but the job I had working at Mocha Joe’s wasn’t going to pay the summer rent. Besides, living here would mean I could actually save up a little for next year.
Luke had been reluctant to let me come home. He said the last thing he needed was a nineteen-year-old running around like some sort of wild child. By the time we were done discussing his rules, I was sort of expecting to have to sign a contract. Home by 9PM. No boys in the house. No drinking, or drugs. No cigarettes. On and on and on he went until coming home sounded more like a summer in lockup. Nevertheless, I agreed to his rules.
I started as the old grandfather clock rang to life. ‘Jesus,’ I thought, holding my chest as if my heart would jump right out of it. Three loud dongs and the room filled with silence again. I hadn’t meant to stay out as late as I did, but my best friend Sara had begged me to stay out with her. She had met Blake last week and ‘was falling in love.’ Unfortunately for me, her falling in love, involved me keeping company with her boyfriend’s best friend Tyrell.
I crept further down the hall, where my eyes picked up the dim light in the study. ‘Shit.’ I thought stepping closer to the room, as silent as a mouse. If he was up, it might mean he was waiting for me—though, I doubted he would have checked in on me. All I wanted to do was get to my own room unnoticed and get some sleep.
A low sound struck my ears curiously. It was something like a low soft clapping. Passing the little crack in the door, I slowed, tracing my eye through the room. Luke was sitting at the computer, headphones in his ears. Owning his own business, I was used to seeing him working in his study, but the monitor flickered and flashed, and my eyes drew up towards the screen.
I gasped, covering my mouth in shock and an attempt to silence the sound that had escaped me. I flew down the hall towards my room, trying to shake the image of the curvy little blonde and the thick cock she was sucking. If there was one thing I hadn’t been expecting, it was to catch my stepdad jacking off. I thought only teenage boys did those sorts of thing, not men, and definitely not Luke…
Just as I opened my door, light from the study poured into the hallway, halting me in my tracks like a doe in the headlights. My stomach knotted into a tight, nervous ball.
“Do you have any idea what time it is Luliana?” His voice boomed.
I shrank. He never called me Luliana unless I was in trouble, and somehow it still gave me the same nervous jitters that it had when I was fifteen.
“I know, it’s too late. Sara begged me to stay out with her and her new boyfriend. Honestly, I wanted to come home but she didn’t give me much of an option.” I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I answered him. My eyes had twice dipped to his jeans where the button was still unfastened, evidence of his late night private life.
Luke’s eyes narrowed and followed mine, his stern demeanor morphing into something less intimidating as he clasped the button on his jeans. Maybe he hadn’t realized that I’d seen what he’d been up to…but my own red cheeks and wandering eyes had given me away.
Luke wasn’t wearing a shirt, and for whatever reason my mind seemed to be processing him in a way it hadn’t previously considered. My eyes raked over his strong shoulders and the muscles that dove down over his chest. He was built very differently than the boys I was used to dating. He had definition that only came with a long dedication to exercise, good eating, and a gym. His ribs tapered down in a V until thick straps of muscles arced over his hipbones and disappeared below the hem of his jeans. Shadows outlined the space between those thick straps, and light trail of hair traced down the mid-line from his belly button to his…my eyes dipped once more to his jeans.