Epilogue
Dylan
Six months later
I pause mid-swipe, dropping the cleaning cloth onto the kitchen counter. Through the wide lake house window, I stare at Molly sprawled on the dock using the oversized water pad as a cushion.
We honor her desire to go by Molly. It marks an important transition for her, for all of us.
I've never seen a pregnant woman in a bikini before. Always figured it'd look awkward. But Molly radiates beauty no matter what she wears or doesn't wear.
Each week into her pregnancy, her tiny bikini top seems even smaller—almost useless—against the increasing size of her breasts. The bright red scrap of fabric that barely covers herpussy could be out of the way with a simple tug of the bow on her hip.
There's no worry about anyone seeing her because we own all of the property around the lake. That allows us to be as carefree as we want.
I need to fuck her. She's out cold, such a sound sleeper. Makes my heart swell that she knows she's safe with us. She can drop her guard, surrender totally under our watch. My dick aches every time I see her sleeping, vulnerable and trusting. Thank fuck she loves waking up to orgasms. We've spoiled her rotten with our wake-up calls.
Basically ruined her for anything less—taught her to lie back and let us handle the rest.
Checking my phone, I confirm that we have an hour before Dad and Mom show up with the cake for the gender reveal. Molly wanted us to wake her up thirty minutes before they get here.
"I can't handle this. The house is clean enough."
Toby returns the broom to the utility closet, calling out, "Can't handle cleaning?"
I rub a hand over my tented swim shorts as he returns to the kitchen. "Can't handle seeing our stepsister out there in that bikini… sleeping… looking so gorgeous."
Toby steps beside me to stare at Molly. "Look at her now—belly all round. We did that. How'd we get so lucky?"
My pulse hammers. "I can't get enough of her. I need to be inside her. We have time."
Toby laughs. "My favorite kind of wake-up call. I'm always game for watching her come. Might settle my nerves."
"Nerves?"
He exhales. "Gonna lose it if we're having a girl. Can't stomach picturing some guy—or guys—eyeing our little one the way we crave our stepsister. Protective doesn't even begin to cover it."
I clasp a hand on his shoulder. "That's years off, Toby. Don't you want our girl—when she's grown—to find someone who adores her like we do Molly? Would go to any length to protect her?"
The thought has stressed me too. I want to be everything for Molly and our baby.
He doesn't argue, just nods in my periphery.
I hook my thumbs in my waistband and shove my swim shorts down, kicking them aside, then head for the sliding door. "I'm gonna go make love to our beautiful wife. You gonna sit here worrying or help me?"
Toby's shorts hit the floor. We slip outside, bare feet—bare everything—and descend the stairs to the dock. The wind blows gentle waves, masking our steps.
Towering over her, we simply stare. The starkness of her hair and lips against her porcelain skin is absolutely breathtaking… still. Pregnancy amplifies her curves. Gratitude hits me square in the chest. She's ours. Our stepsister who became our everything.
The dock sways faintly as if rocking her to sleep.
I lean toward Toby and keep my voice low. "Which fantasy we pulling from the diary?"
He whispers, "With her belly getting bigger, maybe we should do the one where we stand on either side, jack off and shower her with our cum, then rub it into her skin like sunscreen. And of course, rubbing the most in where it really matters—her clit."
We stifle our laughs. She came up with the best scenarios.
My cock offers up a stream of pre-cum. "Let's save that one for the end of the pregnancy. What about the one where I suck her tits and you lick her clit? Except I'll eat that sweet pussy, then fill her with my cock. You give her the pearl necklace."
