And who was there to greet us but our beautiful wife cum stepsister, Morgan. It seemed she’d gotten even bigger since the wedding, and her bump was now visible, barely covered by the stretchy swimsuit she wore.
“Brothers,” she greeted, her arms open. “Welcome to Villa Verde.”
I descended on her, kissing her ravenously, losing myself in the skin at her throat while gently stroking her burgeoning bump.
Cole stood on her other side, protectively caressing her back, kissing her hair as he breathed in our sister’s fragrant scent.
“Morgan,” we said in unison. “You’re ours forever.”
EPILOGUE
Morgan
The baby gurgled, his hair as black as soot, his blue eyes a bright, sky-colored aquamarine. He looked just like his daddies, and reached out a hand, crying “Mama!”
“Thank you,” I cooed, reaching to take the toy giraffe from his chubby fingers. Isaiah is the center of my life, save for his two fathers, Sergio and Eduardo.
Yes, we’ve taken new identities, and Cole and Landon have assumed Portuguese names to better blend with the local population. We’re all learning the local language, and my brothers have started a party promotion business here, catering to wealthy Europeans looking to spend major bucks. They’ve done well, already referred to as “Rico Suave Dos” around the islands for their good looks, charming ways, and wildly successful business enterprises.
But what’s most important to me is the way they dote on little Isaiah, and the way they pamper me, showering me with love and affection.
“Morgan,” they say. “Come rest. Come relax, and keep us company,” they beckon, patting the space between them.
And that’s how I’ve come to be pregnant again, with number two due in a few months. No one here knows that we’re siblings, and no one has even heard of Gerald Kingsley or Palingsworth. But I still remember … the police leading my brothers away in cuffs, the rape exam, how scary jail was.
Sigh! How much has changed. It’s not that I never think of the past anymore, but each day memories soften and fade. After all, I never thought I’d end up marrying my twin stepbrothers, enjoying their minds and bodies in an African paradise. There are problems sometimes, such as the crazy large mosquitoes, and I’m worried about getting Isaiah into the right schools when he’s older. But for the next few years, everything’s set, and what more could a girl ask for? I adore my twin steps, and our secrets are mine to keep.
THE END