“What do you mean?” I do a half turn, leaning into the hard plane of his chest as he runs his hand up and down the slick bubbles on my back.
“You’ll see. I likely won’t ever be your evangelical dream, baby, you know that. But I had lots of time to learn shit inside. Youcan buy anything in there. All it takes is a laptop and Wi-Fi and the world is my oyster.Ouroyster now, baby. I’m what they call an Inside Crypto Bro. Two commas in my offshore account. It’s green pastures for our family from here on out. I’ll always do what is necessary to put food in my baby girlandbabyboy’sbelly.”
I smack his chest. “Why do you think it’s a boy?” My belly rests on the top of his leg, which is submerged in the water.
“Because…” He rests his chin on the top of my head. “When I was all the way up inside your pussy, he reached out and shook my hand. Introduced himself. Buck Houser, nice to meet you.”
“You’re crazy.”
“True. Probably born that way, but once you started sending me those letters with those little pink hearts and telling me all your secrets? You pushed me right over the edge, Cindy Lou.”
“They’re going to hate us.” My voice drops, a somber feeling dimming moment.
“They won’t hate us. They’ll be righteous mad, they’ll try to tell us we’re sinners, and we can’t be together. But as shitty a father as he was to me, you’ve told me he treated you well and treats Isabel well. I respect him for taking care of what’s mine while I was gone. Time will heal it all, baby. Until it does, you just keep growing that baby of ours, and I’ll take care of everything else.”
“And school?”
“I told you, you finish school, I’ll be cheering you on every second of the way. I’ll do dad duty so you can go to class, study, do whatever. Stop worrying, I’m here, I’m ready to carry the load—”
“Yeah, you deliver it as well.” I chuckle as he reaches under the water and grabs my ass.
“I do enjoy the delivery. I’m gonna get in that ass next and blow another one before you can say Jack Frost.”
I furrow my brow. This man has taken over my soul. From the first letter I wrote him, pouring into it all the sorrow I felt for how they treated him after I read about what he actually did. Saving that ten-year-old from a sexual predator that day in the back of a barn where he was training some rich guy’s cutting horse. I wanted him to know, he did what was right, and I thought he was a hero, not a criminal.
From there, the letters turned to phone calls. Then, when I turned eighteen, things changed.
I went to visit, and when we came face to face, I think in that instant we both knew. We weren’t going to be brother and sister. Or we were going to be more than brother and sister. No matter the odds stacked against us.
CHAPTER 8
Cutter
“If you need money, you should have taken what I was offering. Actions have consequences, Cutter. You’re just going to have to make do until next month now.”
I let Colbert rant as his voice on the other end of the phone takes on a holier-than-thou, condescending tone that would grate on me any other time of the year. But right now, I’m looking at my sister as we sit together in the kitchen, where I defiled her last night dressed as the Grinch. She’s painting her toenails different shades of red, green, and gold, stark naked, her full, round belly making me so fucking hard again, I can barely breathe.
She slept while I just held onto her, kissing her cheek, shoulder, her ear, one hand on her belly as tears burned my cheeks as the little life inside her kicked and twisted inside her.
When she woke around ten, we had another round of stuff the chimney but this time, I let her ride me, watching my soon to be wife ride my dick with her big milky tits and enormous belly was the highlight of my life so far.
She’s too young for me. Too smart and beautiful and perfect but I’m going to lock this little filly down and give her the best life possible. Her and our babies.
It’s around noon now, and after I cooked breakfast and fed my girl, I called Cobert from the phone I picked up in town before heading to the ranch to defile my stepsister as her fantasy green Christmas goblin.
Her ring finger sparkles with the pink diamond ring I put on it after our bath. I didn’t ask her to marry me, I told her we were getting married. Tomorrow, if I have my way. Then I took the ring out from the bag I dropped in the hallway last night when I came in and put it on her finger before she could say anything.
But that bag didn’t just have a ring inside.
Attached to her belly right now is a heartbeat monitor. One that will stay in place for the rest of the pregnancy, attached to an app on my phone so I can listen to that steady little rhythm anytime I like. I’ve missed so much of her pregnancy, and I won’t miss another second. I’ve also got a portable sonogram machine so I can take a look at my little man whenever the mood strikes me.
The world took years away from me already for doing what was right. But when you do the right thing to a man with an eight-figure bank account and a rich family with secrets to hide, there’s no real justice.
This girl owns my fucking soul. I reach up and tip back my hat an inch, so I get a better view of my obsession.
The way her round belly rests on her thighs as she leans forward, the smell of nail polish rising into the air, is bringing fucking tears to my eyes, especially knowing it’s my fucking seed I planted in there up against a wall in the prison. Her virgin blood smeared all over my dick as we consummated our little forbidden affair.
I already knew I’d never let her go, but getting a baby planted inside her was my fucking obsession.
