"Honey," I said, stroking Melly's belly. "How are you feeling?"
"Good," she smiled, taking both our hands and putting one on each side of her stomach. "Do you feel her kicking?"
My brother and I were entranced, the thought of our daughter doing somersaults bewitching and wonderful.
"Wait a minute," Sax said slowly. "You know it's a girl?"
"I do," confirmed Melanie. "I went to the doctor today and brothers," she said in a rush, "I'm thinking about naming her Trinity."
Both Sax and I shook our heads vehemently no.
"That's a terrible idea sister," ground out Sax. "Trinity was your porn alter ego. If you hadn't walked away when you did, Melanie would have become Trinity and we would have lost you completely."
"That's right, sister," I agreed. "Naming the baby Trinity is a big mistake. You were drowning in a cesspool, there's no reason to re-live it through our daughter."
But Melanie merely giggled.
"Brothers, I was joking with you," she teased. "The look on your faces was totally worth it. Actually, I was thinking of naming her Stryxon … after her daddies."
Stryxon. Hmmm, not a very girly name but perfect in every way.
"Baby, that's a great idea," rumbled Sax into her ear.
"Perfect," I agreed, closing the circle of trust.
We kissed her slowly, our hands rubbing her tummy in anticipation of the baby to come. Because our sister had morphed far beyond merely schoolgirl Melanie or porn star Trinity. She had become Saxon and Stryke's lover and Stryxon's mom.
THE END
AUTHOR'S NOTE
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We fucked ourselves closer and closer to final release, when suddenly orgasm took us both. She clamped down hard on my dick, her wetness engulfing me while I shot liters of sperm into her insides. She screamed, not caring who heard and her twat pulsed around me, pulling my dick deeper into her insides and drawing the semen into her beautiful, fertile valley.
As we came to, I felt sated and oddly protective. The little blonde had lost her bra in the process and was wrapped around me, her jugs pressed to my chest. I peeled her off a bit, nuzzling her neck and then lapping at a pink nipple, chuckling as it hardened again.
Her eyes looked at me dumbly, in shock from the amount of pleasure that had just coursed through her veins. Undoubtedly she was a little sore, and my chest puffed out at how difficult it would be for her to walk tomorrow. Her fingers played in the lapel of my dinner jacket tentatively and I lifted her chin with my finger to look deep into her blue eyes.
"Hey," I said softly. "What's wrong?"
She averted her eyes, unable to look me straight in the eye. "We didn't use any protection," she murmured, and I cursed under my breath. Oh shit! I was supposed to pull out, but oddly, the fact that I hadn't didn't bother me at all. It felt right to come in the little blonde's fertile body, maybe seeding her with my virility.
"It's okay," I soothed. "Just once isn't a huge risk."
She looked up at me swiftly. "But I don't even know your name," she said softly.
A Baby for My
Billionaire Stepbrother:
His Secret Baby
(Erotic Romance, PI, First Time Virgin, Barely Legal)
© 2015
By Cassandra Dee
CHAPTER ONE
Luke
I milled around the park impatiently, waiting for my dog. Gunther was huge and uncontrollable. Sloppy and wet, the big mutt went about sniffing bushes, his tail waggling happily as he scratched in the dirt. With a satisfied growl, he lifted a leg and did what dogs do.
I sighed. I'd just moved to a ritzy new building that had a private garden. It was like a fairy tale -- only residents have the key to a gated park, an oasis in an otherwise urban jungle. But I liked it. After all, I hadn't paid $8 million for my condo to share outdoor space with the general public.
"Come on Gunther!" I yelled. The dog had finished doing his thing, and was now lumbering over to the jungle gym area. My heart sank. No doubt kids were going to want to pet him and we'd be delayed another ten minutes.
I walked over slowly. The park was ritzy, with manicured shrubs, a rose garden, and a state of the art merry-go-round. There were quite a few kids running about, tended by their nannies.
Suddenly, my eye was caught. There was a gorgeous girl blowing kisses into a baby carriage, clearly in love with the occupant inside. A little hand waved and I could hear the giggles of a child.
"Look at you!" she exclaimed to her little charge. "Mommy loves you!" The baby gurgled in return.
My heart stopped and I stood stock still in my tracks. The girl was ravishing, eerily unchanged from when I'd last seen her two years ago. Long blonde hair hung down her back, glinting in the sun. Her figure was lithe and slim, almost to the point of unbearable skinniness. Was she getting enough to eat?
Her boobs were exactly what I remembered though. Lush and full, almost overwhelming her narrow frame. My body shot through with heat, remembering the feel of those massive jugs pressed against me, night after night.
Anger suffused me. She was clearly a mother now. Had she really moved on that fast? She'd walked out on me two years ago with nary a note, message or even phone call. I'd come back from work one day and the gorgeous girl was gone, leaving behind only her scent and a few of the trinkets I'd bought her. I'd panicked, frantically calling everyone who knew her, but no one seemed to know her whereabouts. I'd even called the police, but they'd laughed at my alarm. Evidently, lovers' spats were not their thing.
And now here she was, mother to a baby. Rage filled me, making it impossible to speak. She'd clearly dumped me for another rich motherfucker and had a baby with him, moving into this high-end condo complex. What a slut. I advanced on her, intent on destroying her happiness.
CHAPTER TWO
Alana
Georgie laughed happily. My son's chubby cheeks were irresistible and I pulled him to me for a kiss. Georgie and I were on a staycation. We couldn't afford to go anywhere on my tiny teacher's salary so when my friend Helen had offered her apartment for a week while she was in Bali, I'd jumped at the opportunity as a "home away from home."
Helen was loaded. She lived in a full-service building with a private park, and had bequeathed the key to the garden to me.
"Here Alana, take Georgie for some walks in the sun. It'll be good for both of you – you look so pale and tired."
"Thanks Helen," I said with a wry smile. My best friend never minced words, and I know I looked hard-up of late. Georgie kept me up at all night, and although I loved being with my baby, life as a single mom was taking its toll. I was often exhausted, never getting more than three of four hours of sleep a night, and eating on an irregular basis.
I sighed, and pushed the thoughts from my head. Georgie was the only reminder of the happiest period of my life. I'd been a college sophomore, working part-time at a catering company to help pay my tuition. I'd been called last minute to work an event, some rich person's party at a lavish reception hall. I'd duly put on my short skirt and white blouse. The events manager knew his schtick and liked his waitresses to look sexy.
I'd been serving drinks to the crowd when the sting of a man's gaze grazed me. A dark-haired dark-eyed gorgeous hunk was staring at me, looking like he was ready to devour his quarry. The look on his face was truly predatory – like a hawk which had scouted a rabbit and was ready to attack.
My cheeks flushed hotly. Suddenly, I was doubly aware of just how revealing my outfit was. The low-cut blouse hugged my curves indecently, showing off the tantalizing vee between my breasts. My nipples hardened uncomfortably, and he smiled, like he could see through the material of my flimsy bra. To my shame, my cunny grew hot and moist, preparing itself for the dark stranger.
He'd sauntered over to me, stalking me like a tiger. His movements were lithe and sinuous, a promise of the pleasure he could give a woman. I'd watched mesmerized, unable to move, the drinks frozen in my hand.