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I smack her ass with one hand while I rock her in my arms with the other. “What was I supposed to do, hmm? I had this big load stored up in my balls just for you. All I could think about was shoving my dirty cock up inside my stepsister’s sweet cunt. I couldn't do that, so I did the only thing I could to keep myself from going insane. I watched you play with that pretty little pussy of yours.”
She lets out a whimper of embarrassment, but I shush her. “Don’t be ashamed, sweet girl. I jacked off with you until I came like a fucking geyser as I watched your sweet cream gush out of that pretty little thing. Watching you pleasure yourself was the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen. All I could think about was how much I wanted to eat you. How I wanted to feel that little cunt falling apart on my tongue.”
Cynthia screams then and clutches me desperately as her pussy grips me tightly in a series of intense spasms.
“Yes, that's it,” I encourage her. “Come all over your daddy's nasty cock. You like it deep and nasty like this don’t you, sweet girl? Look at you. So innocent yet so dirty. You can’t wait for me to spew this big load in you, can you? Tell me you want it.” I sound like an animal, my voice rough and half slurred in my passion. My balls are churning. I’m right there.
“Yes, Daddy!” she moans out as she throws her little pussy down on me.
“Fuck!” I roar out as I come inside her violently, my entire body shaking.
My knees collapse out from underneath me, but I somehow stagger backward enough to fall back onto the bed with Cynthia still wrapped around me.
I steady her by holding the small of her back. She's still clinging to me, my dick deep inside her as she falls against me, her little breasts pressing against my chest.
We’re both silent as we bask in the afterglow of our desperate coupling.
I know what we just shared, but I'm scared to speak and set her off again.
I know one thing for sure. I meant what I said. I'm not ever letting her go. I don't care if I have to kidnap her at this point. She's mine, and she's not going anywhere.
“What you did was wrong,” she finally speaks softly, “and I know I shouldn't…” She stops and chews on her lip before she raises her head up to meet my eyes, “But you're right.” Her voice is barely more than I whisper. “Ilikethat you're so obsessed with me. I still don't care that you're my stepbrother. I don't care what anyone thinks so long as we're together.”
My chest expands, and I’m not a man who cries, but I feel tears of relief stinging my own eyes. “I love you, Cynthia, and I'll always protect you. I swear I'll never hurt you again.” I kiss her forehead reverently.
She smiles at me, a beautifully forgiving smile, before she tucks her head into my chest and says the words that make my life worth living, “I love you too, Daddy.”
epilogue
One Week Later
Noah
I'm holdingmy bride's hand as we watch my brothers and her sisters saying their vows.
Cynthia and I went first, and there's nothing like the sense of satisfaction that settles over my chest at publicly claiming her as my own for the entire world to see.
When we found out that her sisters and my brothers had also hooked up in the same short time period that we had, my brothers and I decided to have a triple wedding. Get it all done with in one day.
I look at my dad and stepmom beaming at us. We're so fortunate to have their support. To the rest of the world, we might look like one fucked-up kind of Brady Bunch, but none of us are really related, and it's like Karen said. She actually prefers it this way because now all of us will be together like one true family. Her and my dad, me and Cynthia, Luke and Lucy, and Charlie and Sharon.
If Luke and Charlie even feel half of what I feel for Cynthia for their women, then I know they feel like the luckiest men on the planet right about now too.
After the truth came out to Cynthia about how I stalked her, we decided to keep it under wraps. We haven't told the rest of the family that I was really the one who broke into her apartment. While they might be cool with us being step-siblings, even our parents have their limits. We believe my dad would probably skin me alive if he knew I'd scared her that way, and her mom probably wouldn't be too thrilled with my stalkery behavior either.
But Cynthia is okay with it, thank god, and that's all that matters.
Even though I don't have to stalk her anymore, she still lets me do it because she knows how anxious I get not being able to see her at all times.
I have a tracker on her phone—that she knows about—and I have cameras set up strategically everywhere she goes when I'm not with her. If she wants to go somewhere where I can't hack into the security and see her, she waits for me to go with her.
Some people might think that it’s controlling and fucked-up, but it's not about controlling her or not trusting her. It's about protecting her and keeping myself sane.
I'm lucky as hell that my possessiveness seems to turn Cynthia on. She loves it when I go insane over her, and it's a good thing too because I don't think I'll ever be able to stop doing it.
Cynthia smiles at me when she finds me watching her. “I can't believe all of us are getting married today,” she whispers.
I kiss her knuckles reverently. I'm the luckiest one of us. I got the most perfect girl in the world.
