Page 51 of The Cousins and the Brunette

“Hold it,” Joel demanded.

I bucked against him. His cock rocked in and out of me. There was no more control. Waves slammed into me. My vision blurred. My heart raced. I fell off the edge and loved every second of it. As I exploded, Joel exploded inside of me.

Sebastian covered my tits in his warm cum and Braxton’s cum trickled down my back.

I leaned into Braxton. This was perfection.

I was finally home, in the arms of the men I loved, the men who loved me in return with a ferocity that took my breath away. And as their lips descended on mine once more, I surrendered to the promise of forever, my heart whole and full to bursting for the first time in my life.

Epilogue

The week cascaded by in a flurry of silk and roses, the Porter mansion’s garden metamorphosing into an ethereal sanctuary befitting a fairytale. As the final evening descended, the estate shimmered with the glow of a thousand fairy lights, their soft luminescence highlighting the swathes of vibrant flowers that perfumed the air.

On my wedding day, I felt like a vision in my strapless white lace wedding gown featuring intricate beadwork and lace detailing, complemented by a flowing train. My long dark hair was styled in soft, loose curls down my back. I had opted for minimal makeup, and a delicate tiara adorned with small pearls and glittering crystals rested on my head. My eyes were lined with a subtle blue eyeliner, and my lips were painted a soft pink. I held a bouquet of blush pink roses in my hands.

Kay and Marla stood beside me, their smiles as bright as the sunlight streaming through the windows. Marla adjusted my tiara with a tender touch, while Kay giggled and fussed over the train of my dress.

“You look like a princess, Brynn!” Kay beamed, her eyes sparkling.

Marla nodded, her gaze full of warmth and pride. “You’re absolutely stunning, sweetheart. Today is your day.”

I glanced at my reflection in the mirror, feeling a mix of nerves and happiness. “Thanks, you two. Having you here means the world to me.”

Kay squeezed my hand. “We’re always here for you, Brynn. Now let’s get you married!”

Marla stepped forward, her arm linked with mine. The grace she exuded was mirrored in Kay’s poise as my maid of honor, her hopeful gaze reinforcing the promise of a new beginning.

“Ready?” Marla’s gentle query was both a question and an affirmation.

“Absolutely,” I confirmed, the strength in my voice belying the tremor of my hands.

Marla and I strolled the red-carpeted path behind Kay. The pastor’s kind eyes surveyed us from under the altar.

Standing at the altar, the three men waiting for me were a breathtaking sight. Sebastian, with his dark hair neatly combed and his tall frame dressed in a classic black tuxedo, looked every bit the composed and thoughtful man I had fallen for. His intense brown eyes crinkled when they met mine, a small smile on his lips.

Next to him was Joel, whose rugged good looks were accentuated by his perfectly tailored suit. His usually stern expression was replaced with a rare, tender look, his green eyes filled with a mixture of pride and emotion. The black tuxedo he wore highlighted his muscular build.

Braxton, ever the playful one, couldn’t hide his excitement. His blonde hair was tousled in a charmingly casual way, and his bright smile was charming. Dressed in a tuxedo with a subtle navy hue, his expression a blend of mischief and love, just like the joy and laughter he always brought into my life.

We approached the altar, and the sight of them standing there, waiting for me, filled my heart with a warmth and certainty I had never known.

“No one deserves more happiness than you, Brynn,” Marla whispered, and in her eyes, I saw the reflection of my parent’s love passed down through her. Marla let go of my arm and stepped away to take her seat in the front row. Kay remained beside me.

My heart raced as I faced Sebastian, Joel, and Braxton. The three cousins stood before me, their expressions of love, anticipation, and barely contained joy. I took a deep breath, steadying myself against the rush of emotions threatening to overwhelm me.

“Sebastian, Joel, Braxton...” I gazed at each of them in turn. “I never knew what family meant until now.”

Sebastian’s hand found mine. “Nor did we, Brynn.”

Joel cleared his throat, his usual bravado tempered by the gravity of the moment. “Guess we’re stuck with each other, huh?”

“Stuck? More like blissfully anchored!” Braxton’s boyish grin lit up his face.

A ripple of laughter swept through the assembled crowd.

I smiled, my cheeks flushing with happiness. “Blissfully and eternally anchored.”

The pastor’s voice seemed to come from far away as he began the ceremony. “We are gathered here today...”

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