Page 65 of Mase
“What do you think we’ll end up having, boys? Girls? Or one of each?”
Summer flinches, and it’s a habit of hers I’m picking up on whenever I mention the babies.
My arms band around her, and I rest my hand on her stomach, letting her know I’m all in.
“I’m scared. That’s all.”
I’m scared too, I want to tell her, but I also want to be her strength. “Of something happening to the babies?”
“Of everything just disappearing. Every part of my happiness vanishing. Just like that.” She snaps her fingers, and this time it’s me that flinches; mainly because I’ve been there before. When every part of me was filled with joy only for it to be stolen so brutally.
“I’m not going to let that happen, Sum.”
“What if there’s something that already happened, something bad, but you couldn’t stop it because it already happened?”
Her words send a surge of anxiety zipping through my body like gasoline igniting. Again, I get the feeling she’s trying to tell me something, and as much as I want to push her to open up to me, I’m fucking terrified of her saying something that fucks it all up. I want to live in ignorant bliss; I want the happily ever after for once.
I want her and our babies, and most of all, I want them to want me just as much. My self-conscious, fucked-up flaws and all.
She clears her throat. “I’m hoping for one of each. Then hopefully I won’t have to go through morning sickness again.” She chuckles, but its weak, and the coward in me is grateful she breaks the tension that was settling over the morning.
“I can’t wait for you to start showing,” I rasp in her ear, and stroke her stomach. I’m not afraid to admit I’ve spent way too many hours watching videos of pregnant women. I know more than most about every aspect of pregnancy. I have numerous reasons to, and when my friends each discovered their partners were expecting, I became enthralled in the excitement of it all. Some might’ve called me envious, but it was never in a hate-filled way, always with longing and hope.
“I can’t wait to go shopping for baby clothes, to buy a stroller for them, and little soft toys. I don’t care what sex they are, as long as you’re all okay.”
She rests her hand over mine, and I entwine our fingers. “Me too.”
“And trust me when I say, you best get used to being pregnant, Sum, because I intend on keeping you knocked up for at least the next ten years.” I kiss her neck, and a shudder racks through her, making my cock twitch.
“You like that? You like the idea of me keeping you pregnant for me?” My hand roams over her stomach. “Making you all swollen, just for me?”
My cock thickens against her back.
“I want that,” she breathes out. “I want that so bad, Mase.” I’m unsure if she’s talking about the pregnancy or if she’s aroused and wants more, but in this moment, I’ll take either.
“Lift your dress, Sum.” I lick the top of her ear, then nuzzle into her neck and deliver soft wet kisses down and back up. “Show everyone your panties, my sweet girl.” There’s not another soul in sight, but that doesn’t stop the adrenaline running through my veins at the thought of exposing us to the public. “Let the world see how wet your panties get for your brother.”
Her chest heaves, and she uses her free hand to lift her dress to her waist.
“Good girl. Let the world see your pretty pussy dripping with your arousal.” I nip at her neck, then follow it up with a quick lick to take away the sting. “You.”Nip.“Dirty.”Lick.“Little.”Nip.“Slut.”
She moans, and my tongue trails from the base of her neck to her jawline, and with our hands entwined, I reach down and hook two of my fingers into her cotton panties.
“They’re all wet, Sum.” My cock is rock hard as I touch thedamp fabric and push it to the side. “They’re all wet and begging for my cum. Do you want me to stretch this little hole, Sum?”
Her head drops back against my chest, and she lets out a whimper.
“Ahh, Mase.”
“Use your fingers too, Summer. Use your fingers to play with your little hole.” I groan, and her finger rests on top of mine, but she allows me to guide her through her slick folds and into her tight hole. “You feel how tight you are, sweet girl?”
“Yes.” We slide in and out of her pussy at a leisurely pace while my cock throbs to be let out and in on the action. “Please, Mase.”
“Please what, sweetheart?” I mock, keeping my pace steady. Her finger pressing down on mine inside her causes arousal to surge through me.
“I want you to fuck me,” she pants wantonly.
“Do you want me to stretch your cunt with my thick cock?”
