“Give meallof you,” she begs, and I snap, my hips thrusting forward to seat myself completely inside her.
Her pussy walls clamp around me, my eyes rolling back as a whimper passes from my lips. “You already have all of me,” I finally manage, shifting forward to wrap my arms around her, cradling her to my chest. The hammock groans beneath our weight, chains clanging against the metal stand, mimicking the sound of my rhythmic thrusts.
“Fast—faster,” she murmurs, pressing her forehead to mine.
“D-do you need m-more?” I ask, desperate to give her absolutely everything.
“Yes!” she cries out—whether in answer or ecstasy, I’m not sure, but I’ll gladly take it. I press a firm palm to her lower abdomen, heat licking up my spine as she keens against me, watching my rigid length slide in and out of her dripping cunt.
“You’re so perfect, baby. Like you were made for me.” I pick up my pace, her legs tightening around my hips, our bodies trembling with the impending release.
“I—yes, made for you,” she moans out. “Fuck, I’m gonna c—” Her words are cut off as she shatters around me, her pussy pulsing and sending the most intoxicating pleasure rippling through me. My movements become more erratic, vision fuzzy, breaths ragged as I fill her up, collapsing onto her with my release.
I hold her until our breaths even out, our sweat-slick bodies cooling, leaving her shivering beneath me.And we can’t have that.
“Let’s get you inside and cleaned up, sweet girl,” I whisper against her temple, pressing a kiss there.
“You’re going to have to carry me,” she says in a raspy whisper that ends in a light chuckle. “I think you broke me.”
Hoisting us up, I cradle her against my chest, walking shamelessly from the balcony through the living room and depositing her onto the bench in my shower, where I spend the next half hour on my knees for her in every way she wants me.
“I still can’t believe it’s taken this long to finally meet them in person,” Adhira says, slipping off the rubber gloves she wears when cleaning the kitchen. She rests her hip against the counter, crossing her arms.
“I can’t either, but with the girls in school,youin school, Mum transitioning to a full-time position, and the start of the rugby season, our lives have been just a little hectic,” I tease, approaching her with arms open wide.
She steps into them without hesitation, nuzzling against my chest, her ear pressed to my heart.
“And you’re sure taking them to Rodney and Tina’s shop isn’t going to be a complete disaster?”
“Oh, it absolutely will be, but we’ll have fun anyway,” I say, chuckling into her hair, the scent of warm honey enveloping me.
Our gazes flick to the door at the sound of stomping feet coming down the hall. I unlock it and open the door wide before they can knock. The girls waste no time, rushing into the flat with wide eyes in search of Adhira.
“Dhira!” they shriek, tackling her in a hug from either side.
Mum finally appears, a wide smile lighting her face, blonde hair piled high in a slicked-back bun, green eyes shimmering with an iridescent dusting of eyeshadow over her lids.
“Well, don’t you look stunning, Mum?” I wind my arms around her waist, squeezing her close.
“You look rather dapper yourself, sweet boy.” She gives me a tight squeeze, pulling away just enough to palm my cheek. “You lookhappy. Well rested too,” she says, patting my cheek again.
I just manage to release her in time for the girls to bulldoze into me. I crouch down for my hugs, my cheeks aching from the joy zipping through me.
Ellie’s hair is plaited back, a crisp middle part separating the braids, and the ends are tied off in matching lilac bows, her clothes clean, and her smile wide. Lyla’s hair is brushed back in a high ponytail, her two front teeth missing.
My throat tightens with emotion as I take them in, seeing for the first time in what feels like my entire life that Mum doesn’tneed me anymore. That rather than being their pseudo-parent, I can finally just beme.Their brother.
“Let’s go, Lijah! Dhira says we’re going to make plants!” Ellie screams, despite my face being mere inches from hers.
“Potsforplants. But close enough,” I say with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to their cheeks.
I stand, reaching out a hand for each of them, but they’ve already run to Adhira, content to leave me for my better half.
“Come on, love,” Mum says, tipping her head towards the door. “They’ve chosen their favourite. It’s time that we live with that,” she says, shoulders shaking with quiet laughter.
After two hours of playing with clay, scraping it off surfaces I’m sure Tina never thought possible, and leaving with nothing but one mug for them to fire for Adhira, we spend the rest of the day walking around town, drinking hot chocolate and taking the girls ice-skating.
Mum has officially fallen in love with Adhira, and I think Adhira has adopted my sisters as hers, meeting their boisterous personalities with her own. It’s a lethal combination, and one I’m content to know for the rest of our lives. And now that I know we have a future to look forward to, I intend to make every day as full and beautiful as today.
