Double Huge:A Twin Stepbrother Romance(23)

He lapped and sucked, ravenously eating me, fiddling with my clit while  devouring my fleshy folds. I gasped and screamed, twisting underneath  him, the stimulation almost too much to bear. I was thoroughly covered  in cream now, the white coating my torso, dripping hotly into my cunt as  Luke ravished me, no crevice of my cunny secret from him, every ripple  and fold explored by his clever tongue.

Unable to hold back any longer, I gave up to my orgasm, trembling wildly beneath his mouth.

"Luke!" I cried. "Luke, Luke, Luke!" His name escaped my lips.

"That's it baby, keep saying my name," he panted into my folds, seizing  my clit between his lips as my pussy twisted and spasmed beneath him.  Wanting to feel my orgasm deeply and fully, he pressed two fingers into  me, my cunt greedily clenching and unclenching around him as my cunny  juices gushed into his mouth. He continued lapping, murmuring sweet  nothings into my pussy, gulping the milk and female fluids as they  flowed.

As I came down from my high, he released my clit and glanced up at me.  His mouth and chin were completely covered in my wetness, and he licked  his lips, as if savoring my taste. I glanced down at his cock and saw  that it was rigid with need, the tip pressed up against his belly button  he was so aroused.

"Baby, are you ready?" he murmured against my lips. I tasted myself, the  tang of female arousal mixed with the sweetness of milk.

"Yes  … " I breathed. Without further ado, he nudged my legs further apart  and pushed his cockhead against my folds. They parted immediately,  welcoming my man home. He thrust all the way in, groaning as my inner  channel cushioned him, grasping him tightly in my hot flesh, welcoming  the fullness of his invasion. He bumped up against my cervix and I  moaned, knowing that he had a massive load ready for me.

Slowly, he began a deep rhythm, his cock running in and out, the  friction against my vaginal walls delicious and erotic. He started  gently, but soon was roughly fucking me, his hips pistoning against the  softness of my body, his invasion rocking me back and forth.

"Say you'll never leave me … " he growled as he fucked me.

I gasped, almost unconscious from the pleasure coursing through my body. I was barely coherent and answered without thinking.         

     



 

"I'll never leave you  … " I breathed. Luke orgasmed at the words, a  guttural cry of "Wildflower" escaping his lips as his hips drove home,  unleashing a wild spray of sperm into my pussy. I clenched around him,  my own climax overtaking me as we coupled, our bodies trembling and  shaking, his cock buried deep in me, my pussy hungry for more semen.

He continued to grind against me as his balls emptied, shooting his life  force deep into my womb. Gently, I ran a small hand between us and  squeezed his balls, helping him empty into me.

"Oh Wildflower," he groaned into my neck, burying his face in my hair as  his penis dripped, his big body relaxed on top of mine. He felt so  good, so right, that I almost cried then and there, knowing that we were  destined to part ways.

"Luke, I love you," I said gently, looking into his eyes.

"Wildflower, you don't know how much it means to hear you say that," he  said roughly. "I know I've spoken those words to you, but I'd never  heard you say them in return," he said, his voice breaking slightly. "I  was hoping that after we were married, I could convince you, show you  that I love you so much that you'd say them to me."

"Oh Luke," I said, cupping his face in my hands. "I've always loved you,  I've never stopped loving you," I confided, gazing deeply into his blue  eyes. I wanted to remember these eyes for as long as I lived, the way  they penetrated my soul.

"And I'll never let you go  … " he rumbled, his arms drawing me close. My  heart did break then because I knew I'd be taking Georgie and leaving  the man I loved, starting a new life without him.



THE END

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Previously  …

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 had 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. And no way was I going to let  Wildflower waltz off again without a battle this time  …  especially with  my child in her arms.

I steamrolled her into a hasty wedding, my need for her desperate and  overwhelming, but the ceremony was aborted when a crazed woman walked in  proclaiming that we were step-siblings. Of course it was true, but I  wasn't about to let that get in the way of claiming my girl  …





CHAPTER EIGHTEEN


Alana




I swallowed a lump in my throat, tears pooling in my eyes as I looked down at my son.

"Mama," he said, a chubby fist extended towards me, offering me a wildflower he'd picked from the lawn.

"Thank you baby," I said softly, taking the blossom from him. He looked  so much like his father that I was overcome with emotion again. His big  blue eyes were the same shade as Luke's, the raven hair the same inky  black.

I looked down at my belly. I hadn't started to show yet, but there was  an unmistakable curve that hadn't been there four months ago. Just four  months ago I'd almost married Luke  …

I shook my head, the memories overwhelming. Our ill-fated wedding was  best forgotten. The way we'd been so hopeful, so loving, only to have  our future dashed when that bitch Sabrina burst in with my birth  certificate, declaring that we were step-siblings. It was true. Luke and  I were siblings through marriage, even if not biologically related, and  we were prohibited from being legally married in the State of New York.  Shamefully, I'd fled after that, taking my boy with me, hoping to  escape the mess that was my life.

But unknowingly, I was pregnant  …  again. Luke was a father for a second  time, and the prospect filled me with fear, but also glowing,  incandescent joy. If I was to have two reminders of the man I loved,  then I would gladly welcome the new addition to my life.         

     



 

But right now, the going was tough, even if Georgie didn't know it yet.  I'd brought my son with me to the far reaches of Alaska, hoping that no  one could find us here. It was summer still, so the days were still fair  and bright, but soon winter would descend and we'd be surrounded by  darkness.

My journey here had been tough. After a plane flight with my squalling  son, I'd landed in Anchorage, not sure where to head next. An ad in the  paper for short order cooks had directed me to a town called Kilukut, an  Eskimo word for Paradise. I'd liked that  …  a Paradise far away where I  could raise my son.

I'd splurged on a cab to take us to the rooming house in Kilukut and  offered myself as a cook to the proprietress. The old lady was a sweet  thing, with dyed red hair and perceptive eyes. She took in my bawling  boy and offered him a glass of milk during our impromptu interview.

"So you can cook?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," I'd said softly. "Hamburgers, chili, soups, anything that  will keep you warm in the cold of winter," I said. I was handy at the  stove. Being a latchkey kid had taught me take care of myself early on.

"Well, this rooming house boards twenty men, and we're filled to the  rafters right now," she said. "It's oil season, and we've got men from  all over working the rigs, hungry as can be. You think you can keep up?"  she said doubtfully.

"I know I can!" I exclaimed. "I often had to cook for cousins, so I'm  good with large groups and hearty food," I said. "I can stretch a dollar  to feed twenty men if I have to."

She liked the sound of that and nodded. "Right then. You'll be an  assistant to Rosie, our head chef. Wages are $200 per week plus room and  board. What are you going to do with your boy while you work?" she  asked.

"Is  …  is there day care around here?" I asked timidly.

"There ain't no formal daycare, but Miss Lyons across the street takes  children into her home for a few hours a day. Why don't you ask there?"

Fortunately, everything had been settled. Georgie and I moved into our  own room in the boarding house. Miss Lyons miraculously had a slot open,  and I dropped Georgie off each morning before starting my shift in the  kitchen. It was hard work, but I wasn't above honest employ. I'd started  washing dishes and chopping vegetables, but Miss Rosie now trusted me  with desserts and breads, even if I hadn't moved onto the main course  yet.