Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(16)

She nodded again. "I saw that the invitation came from Mr. and Mrs.  Robert Woodson, your parents." She hesitated. "Luke ..." she continued.  "My biological father is Robert Woodson. You're my stepbrother," she  finished.

I sat in stunned silence. My mom had married Robert when I was a kid,  and he was as much of a father to me as any man could be. Kind and  affectionate, generous and caring  …  was this the bastard who had left  Alana's mom after finding out she was pregnant?

As if reading my mind, Alana nodded. "I couldn't believe it at first. I  didn't want to believe it. But I had Robert's genealogy tracked, and  there's no doubt, you're my stepbrother," she said softly.

I was incensed. I had fucked my own sister two years ago and unknowingly  impregnated her? This was so fucked up that I needed to think. Slamming  the Range Rover to a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt and threw myself out  of the car, intent on walking anywhere, away from this mess.

"Wait Luke!" she cried, chasing after me. She was breathless from  running and I could hear Georgie wailing in the car. My son with this  woman was also  …  my nephew? The familial connections were so tangled  that I felt dizzy and weak.         

     



 

But the baby's cries brought me back to reality. No matter what anyone  said or anyone did, I owed it to my son to do right. With slow steps, I  walked back to the car and got in, shepherding my new family to safety.



THE END

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Previously  …

My son with Wildflower was also my nephew?

The girl I'd called Wildflower had walked out on me two years ago,  leaving my bed empty and cold. I'd shuddered in her absence, my body  aching as my mind whirled with worthless thoughts. How could she have  done this? How could she have walked out on a relationship so caring,  loving and mutually respectful? My body ached each night in remembrance  of her warm, female heat.

But a chance encounter brought her back to me. Except this time the  blonde has a baby in tow  …  and one look at the child was a revelation.  His dark hair and grey eyes were a spitting image of me, from the top of  his head to the bottom of his toes. No way was I going to let  Wildflower waltz off with my baby  …  even after she revealed that we were  actually stepsiblings  … .





CHAPTER NINE


Luke




My head reeled with the enormity of the situation. Evidently,  Wildflower's biological dad was my stepfather Robert Woodson  …  making  her my stepsister. Meanwhile, my son was what exactly? My son but also  my nephew? The enormity of the situation drove me crazy and I shook my  head with frustration, enraged and furious.

I pulled the Range Rover into the garage and unbuckled Georgie. My son  was gurgling happily, stuffing a tiny fist into his mouth. He looked at  me and I felt my heart turn over. No matter what happened, I was going  to be a father to my boy, come hell or high water.

We entered the apartment and I put Georgie down for a nap. Alana trailed  behind me, ghosting between rooms as if afraid of what I was going to  say. Finally, I spun on my heels and confronted her.

"So?" I demanded harshly.

She trembled like a wildflower in a heavy gust of wind. She was alluring, even more beautiful with tears in her eyes.

"I don't know," she said softly, looking down. "I understand if you  don't want to live together. People are going to talk. Robert Woodson is  a powerful man, and people are going to figure out that we're  siblings."

It's true, my stepdad was a man of some prominence. He'd had a failed  campaign for U.S. Senator about twenty years back, and even now was  still active on the charity circuit, regularly attending high society  events.

"Why didn't you say anything two years ago?" I demanded. "Why did you just take off without a word?"

"I didn't know!" she protested. "Your last name isn't Woodson, so I  didn't put two and two together until I saw the wedding invite with your  parents' name on it. Plus, I was so afraid of what you were going to  say  … " she continued in a small voice.

"How would you know what I'd say? Or what I'd want?" I growled. I was  really pissed. My wildflower had run off without even bothering to  discuss the issue with me. Instead of working through the situation as a  team, she'd fled without so much as a goodbye. I could feel so much  anger boiling inside that I lashed out at her without thinking.

CRACK! Went the palm of my hand. Disbelieving, she raised her hand to  her cheek, unconsciously tracing where I'd slapped her. I could see the  imprints of my fingers against her face, a burning red against her fair  skin.

She fell to her knees, but I wasn't done with her yet. The slap had  inflamed me even more, and I jerked her to her feet, dragging her to the  bedroom. She trailed limply behind me, and growling with frustration, I  lifted her in my arms, dumping her on the bedspread.

She looked so vulnerable, her petite frame cowering in shock, blonde  hair in disarray. But I had lost any train of coherent thought and was  100% pure animal. I ripped off her clothes, the fabric tearing roughly  in my hands until she was dressed in nothing but a tiny pair of panties.  Her legs were golden and smooth, running up to a tanned and toned  midriff.

With no reservations, I gripped an ankle in each fist and roughly split  her legs so that her pudenda was displayed against the thin cotton. I  pressed my mouth against the soft heat, burrowing my face into her  feminine scent.         

     



 

"No!" she cried softly. "Not like this!" I looked up and saw tears  trailing wetly from the corner of her eyes, but her cunny told a  different story. Already I could feel the steam emanating from her core,  moisture beginning to dampen the soft cotton. With a swipe of my chin, I  nudged the fabric aside, exposing her pink nether lips.

Satisfyingly, they were already engorged and moist despite the girl's  desperate struggles to get away. With a growl, I buried my tongue in her  depths, pushing as deeply into her hole as I could before lapping  hungrily at her sweet nectar. Her folds glistened and pulsed beneath my  mouth, welcoming despite her continuing protestations. Pretty soon, her  gyrating hips told me that Wildflower's struggles to get away had turned  into the endless quest for release.

I lapped hungrily at her clit, roughly circling it with my tongue before  nipping the delicate nub with my lips. Her taste was unique, like fresh  grass seeded with the unmistakable scent of my wildflower. I chewed  lightly on her lips, letting her feel the imprint of my teeth before  biting again on her sweet bud, tantalizing her most sensitive place.  Hungrily, I traced my tongue in that crevice between her thigh and her  pussy, devouring as much of her as I could.

By now Wildflower was moaning urgently beneath my mouth, pressing my  head into her cunny while gushes of juice pulsed hotly from her core. I  pushed her legs up even higher, exposing her tiny pucker of an ass, and  gave it a slow, hungry lick.

"Oh no!" she moaned underneath me. In the six weeks it'd taken to  conceive Georgie, I'd never forced her into anal, but that was about to  change. She deserved the punishment and was going to get it hard and  fast in her backside.

Fortunately, her juices were running so copiously that they trailed  wetly to her pucker. I rimmed her a bit, tracing each ridge of her anus  with my tongue before thrusting as far up as I could into her back  passage. She moaned lustily at the sensation, gripping and twisting her  nipples as I tasted her ass.

I pushed a finger against the tiny hole. She squirmed uncomfortably  because her anus had never been penetrated before, but I didn't bother  going slow. The bitch was going to take my dick soon, and any foreplay  was just a courtesy. I shoved insistently against her pucker, and it  relented, my finger penetrating into her back walls. I felt the circle  of muscles contracting against my digit, squeezing hotly as she  accustomed herself to the breach. With no warning, I pushed a second  digit in as well, roughly stirring in her ass, loosening her sphincter  for my cock.

"Aaah!" she moaned wordlessly. The sight of the horny blonde impaled on  my fingers was impossibly exciting. I pulled my digits from her ass and  thrust them into her mouth, forcing her to suck. Like the whore she was,  she licked hungrily, tasting the scent of her dirty, clammy ass on my  hand.

I then sat her up and pushed her face into the wet spot in the bed.  She'd gushed so much that the there was a small pool of fluid, and I  forced her to lap at it, eating her own pussy juice. No act was taboo  with this dirty ho who had borne my son, and I kept my hand on the nape  of her neck, forcing her to continue licking until the pool was gone and  only a damp spot remained.

At this point, my balls were beginning to tighten and I knew I would  come soon, without the girl even touching me. Because I don't like to  waste sperm, I pushed her roughly onto her hands and knees.