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“It's only about a two-day drive,” Owen chuckles. “Like the old days, man. Will we be cool there? What are those keys?”
“Dad’s last stand,” I answer quietly. I think he understands. Just before he died, he sent me a letter. It was kind of an apology, if you can call three pages of rambling accusations and non-sequiturs an apology. But he enclosed the keys, and asked that we visit him.
We didn’t.
A couple months later, his attorney sent me the death certificate and the deed. The house would be ours. I’m going to have a lot of explaining to do with Owen, though. He probably would have wanted to visit the old man. I have no regrets.
“So… we have a destination?” he asks quietly.
“Everything happens for a reason, I guess,” I say, finally starting to believe that maybe that is true after all.
“Could we really do that?” she asks me. “The three of us?”
“It kind of looks like that’s the divine plan, doesn't it? Who are we to argue?”
She puts a big smile on her face, the kind that stretches her lips so wide I can see both rows of her perfect white teeth, and the bunching up of her freckled cheeks as she closes her eyes. I realize that smile is the perfect reward.
She wriggles against me, squeaking tiny animal noises of happiness. “Let's do it!”
“Yeah, I suppose we can do anything we want now, right?” Owen suggests, coming back around to the empty side of the bed.
“Anything we want,” she echoes happily. She wriggles up my body, coming nose to nose with me, then kisses me gently on the mouth. “Like this? I just do this if I want to?”
“You could do that,” I say softly, and feel myself starting to stir.
Interested, Owen shifts too, bringing his body closer to hers. I watch him stroke the outline of her hip under that pretty floral dress she made.
“Kiss me harder,” she breathes, her tongue running along the seam of my upper lip. I take her face in my hands, opening her mouth with my thumbs so I can taste her sweet flavor. I kiss her hard, deeply, claiming her. She's mine now. Finally.
“Oh yes, Daddy,” she sighs. Just hearing the word starts to drive me wild. I’m suddenly aware of the lines of her body draped across mine, her long legs, her sweet, small breasts high against my chest. I feel Owen slipping her skirt up a little more, and I reach out to touch smooth skin of her thigh.
“You too, Brother,” she sighs, stopping just a moment to utter the command. “I want to feel you too.”
“Angel, I'm going to be your Master, you know that?” I tell her. Then I wait so she opens her eyes to make sure that she knows, that she really understands what that means. “I will take your flower now. It's ours. To share. Do you agree?”
She smiles again, so pretty, so full of joy. She nods urgently, kissing me over and over again, tiny little angel kisses all over my face.
“Yes! Yes! That's what I want!”
“Brother Owen is going hold you, and this is going to —”
“You don’t have to tell me,” she whispers urgently. “Just do it, Daddy. Just do it now.”
I glance at Owen to make sure he understands. He takes her legs and spreads them gently, letting her lean against him. I want this to be right. She's asked for both of us, and I want it to be both of us. But I also want to be first.
My cock is already hard and ready. I reach between her legs and feel the slick seam of her, so hot and wanting. I feel her pulse under my touch, the way she always has. So eager, so ready. She has the most inviting pink pussy I've ever seen. But I want to savor this, to want her intensely for just a moment longer.
I had forgotten what it's like to want someone. I've had duties as a holy man, but I've never wanted someone like this. I've never wanted to join my soul with anyone the way I do with her.
Aligning myself with her, I fist my cock until it is hard and ready, so ready I'm almost going to shoot my load before I can get inside her. But I won't. I know exactly what I want to do, and I'm going to do it.
“Look at me. I want to see your face,” I command her gently. She opens her eyes right away and stares into me, so willing. Owen maneuvers her gently, perfectly balancing her. I know he wants her too, but he's going to have to wait.
With my cock in my hand, I slide the tip along her sweet, dripping lips. She groans, opening her mouth and sighing deeply. That sounds so beautiful.
Pressing a little harder, I push against her. I love this resistance, this perfect tight hole, knowing that no man is ever been this close to her. I'm her first, the one to break open her seal. The first one to feel her slippery insides, to claim her.
And she is so ready. Resistance is only for a moment, just at the entrance, giving way as I gently push, not too fast but steadily. A force of nature, driving slowly into the center of her. She groans as I fill her, and I struggle to concentrate. Her walls clasp against me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm instantly.
