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We have to do a little maneuvering, but I slide my fingers under the ropes and hold her hips while he keeps her steady.
“You okay with this, Belle?”
“Okay with being the meat in a Daddy sandwich? Yeah.” Her lips drop onto Kace’s and I slide into her.
Her tight pussy takes my cock, but I go slowly, giving her time to adjust. The emotional rollercoaster of a day has me riding to the highest peak of my life. But I don’t have to worry about what's next. I fell for my stepsister a long time ago.
Watching the two of them kiss while she’s bound, completely surrendering to us, I’ve never felt more like I’m following the right plan.
Picking up my pace, I won’t keep Belle in this position long. Her moans and the tightening of her pussy are about to give me the fastest release of my life.
I study the twist and crossings of the rope on her back. It’s intertwined just like us.
Her hips buck suddenly, putting extra pressure on my cock. I wasn’t ready. My fingers dig into her hips while I struggle to hold on.
Something wet slides against my inner thigh. Kace’s cock. Fuck! I can’t take this.
Her body convulses and she tightens around me repeatedly as I lose control.
She milks my cock as our orgasms feed one another. Our combined release drips down my thighs before Kace groans and his eyes fall shut. A shot of warmth sprays underneath me.
We’ve done it. We’ve made this work.
Epilogue
Next Christmas
Kace
Loren and I pull into the garage of our new house in Peach Bottom Valley after dropping the twins off with the grandparents. It’s taken nearly the entire year for them to fully accept that the three of us are in a relationship.
The first step for Bellamie and Loren’s parents was letting go of the idea that Bellamie needed a prestigious job to have a fulfilling life. The second step was the understanding that if they didn’t accept our relationship, they’d have very limited access to their grandchild–and then we found out Bellamie was pregnant with twins.
The third step was a matter of conditioning. The grandparents spent time with us and realized we were normal and happy together. At one point their Mom slipped up and revealed that she thought we’d be having constant orgies just because we have an unconventional relationship.
We keep the orgies, as she calls them, fairly private.Fairly, because on occasion we have fun at the Aubergine Affair.
And while Bellamie hasn’t let us in on her big plan for the two hours while the kids are gone, Loren and I have our suspicions, one of which includes simply resting. Twins take a lot of work, even for the three of us.
As I get out of the car, the scent of sugar cookies consumes me. I glance around for Bellamie. Turns out she smells like that year round, but she’s not in the garage.
As we enter the house, the scent is even stronger.
“Cookies are waiting in the kitchen for my favorite Daddies,” she calls from the living room.
Loren and I exchange a laugh and grab a few, along with some of Starla’s award-winning eggnog she gave us as a Christmas present, then we look for Bellamie.
She’s sitting on the living room floor, against the couch, her puffy blanket pulled up to her neck. The twinkling lights from the Christmas tree highlight her natural radiance.
“What do you think, Loren? Is there a naughty girl under that blanket?”
He laughs and sits besides Bellamie, peeking over the top edge of the blanket. “Naughty and naked.”
I bite the cookie, savor it, drink a little eggnog, and say, “Mmm… my favorite.”
“The cookie?” Bellamie teases.
“Yes, and…” I let my words trail off enjoying the tease with her.
