by Nicole Snow
But he was the only one who knew I was pregnant. My parents knew nothing about our new relationship, let alone the grandchild sprouting in my depths.
And we couldn't hide it forever, not with my belly getting a little firmer, a little rounder, every day. Soon, it would stretch for everyone to see, and then the whole world would know our beautiful secret.
The screen door slammed as Dad came in. I froze just looking at him. He'd fought the familiar cold all his life, and when he started wearing gloves, everybody knew winter was imminent.
“Last bag's in the truck, girl. Won't you give your father one last hug before we pack up your last few trinkets?”
I smiled. Dad's skin felt cold through and through, but I hugged him close anyway, warming him with my love and appreciation.
God, I hope this baby doesn't ruin anything. But even if it does...it's all worth it. The best love is crazy, addictive, and always risky.
I'm ready for whatever comes.
He grabbed one last box and I bundled up. Mom held the door and followed us outside, stopping on the porch. Goodbyes were always painful for her, and nothing compared to both her children moving out at once.
I pressed both hands tight into Mom and Dad's one more time before I popped the big moving truck's passenger door.
“Aw, don't cry, Sis. We'll be back here before we know it.” Jack's rugged face smiled above his black leather collar.
He turned the key and the engine rumbled. Our parents waved at us as we pulled away, into the late evening darkness for the hour long drive north to the oil fields.
I watched our farm become a tiny playhouse on the horizon. All too fast, it was eaten up by darkness, and part of me wished I could've turned my memory as blank as encroaching night.
Leaving hurts. But for our destination, it's worth it. For him, I'd leave them a thousand times over.
His company had given him a nice bungalow for the winter. Come Springtime, we'd find something better, just in time for the baby to be born.
“You're gonna love this place,” he said, turning down the gentle rock music echoing in the truck's cabin. “It's not the biggest place, but we'll have our own bathrooms. And the main bedroom is huge.”
He propped his hands across the steering wheel and stretched so wide he hit the visor above him. I laughed.
“Oh, Jack. I can't believe I'm moving in with a guy so soon...and I can't believe it's you.”
In the dim light, I caught his smile. It wasn't just there for appearances or to stroke his ego. This time, he really meant it, bursting with sticky love.
New heat roiled through my loins. He looked at me, a thousand promises dancing in his eyes, connecting us back to the summer dance where it all started.
We sipped coffee and made small talk along the way. Tomorrow, we'd find a new doctor for me after work, and then make sure we were stocked with food and vitamins to keep us both in good health through the winter.
“There's just one thing you forgot,” I said, relieved as the truck pulled into a dusty driveway in front of a neat little house.
He looked at me. Worry creased his brow for a second, until I reassured him with a laugh.
“What about the bed?”
Jack grinned. “Ah, I thought you'd never ask! It's newer than that thing we had to sneak into the guesthouse to use the last couple months. But it's got its own squeaky charm too. Rustic, even.”
“Rustic?” I stuck my tongue out at him and giggled. “I guess that's alright. We need something to hold up our rhythm with all the fucking we're gonna do.”
Jack's expression hardened. My glossy lips curled mischievously in the night.
He reached for me, growling as his hands roamed for my breasts. They hooked neatly across my peaks and squeezed them tight through the sweater.
“We can deal with moving all this shit in tomorrow. We've got all the things we need inside to get through the night. Right now, we've got other needs to tend to,” he said, waving away a ton of furniture and accessories with his big hand.
I grinned. Was he really giving up precious hours of moving time off from his company just for me?
“Oh? You're really that eager?”
“Hell yeah, I am.” He shut the engine off, bathing us in darkness.
Jack leaned over, unhooking my seat belt and pulling me onto his lap. I got several wet, sultry kisses on his lips before he moved.
He popped his door and we rolled out. He lifted me in his hands and carried me up the steps, pushing the keys into my hands.
“Do the honors,” he said.
My eyes and ears followed the jingling metal with excitement as I unlocked our first home. The door popped open. He sat me on my feet again.
I stood at the threshold, staring in dumb silence. I didn't move until he flicked on the light switch, giving me a swift slap on the ass.
“Go on in, little Sis. That new bed isn't gonna wait all night for us to christen it.”
I tore off my coat and threw it on the couch. Laughing, I ran deeper into the house. His coat plopped on top of mine and then I heard his footsteps behind me.
Jack and I were both half-naked by the time we were in the bedroom together. I peeled off my jeans and panties and threw them on the floor.
He left his clothes in a pile at the doorway. Bathed in darkness, he strode forward, a naked shadow who still excited me with his masculine ridges.
I crawled onto all fours and settled at the edge of the bed. Every step on my hands and knees caused the springs to bounce, groaning playfully beneath me.
His hands rested steady on my ass he climbed behind me. I moaned gently as he pushed into me, filling my wetness with his earthy fire.
We fucked hard and fast, racing toward bliss. Our new home wouldn't truly be ours without exploring it intimately. Or better, exploring each other.
My deepest muscles clenched, eagerly anticipating feeling his hands on the same fiery curves, valleys, and peaks we knew so well.
It'll never get old. Never, ever, ever. Oh, Jack, I'll never get tired of you moving deep inside me, sharing my passion in your hips!
The bed springs shrieked louder as he quickened his thrusts. Grunting softly, he grabbed for my breasts, holding them tight in his hands as I slammed backward into him.
My womb was full of him and stretching day by day, but I didn't care. I wouldn't be satisfied with anything less than being full of him all the time, one way or another, kept barefoot and pregnant by my beautiful big brother.
“Come for me, Sis.” One hand rolled to my side, reaching across my thigh. “I want you to milk this cock, practice for making our next baby.”
Our next!
My breath stopped. My heartbeat thundered. My hips crashed and pulled at his root, instinctively jerking him off with my supple velvet as it imploded on itself.
I came as brusk as our sex had been. Nuclear hot spasms tore through me.
The fireball welled up in my stomach and exploded in all directions. Mostly, I sputtered with ecstasy as my muscles went nova, especially the ones wrapped around him.
They stroked and sucked at his cock. One last thrust and he grunted, sputtering bass, holding himself deep inside me. My orgasm lurched to a higher level as his semen washed into me.
Hot pressure spattered inside me. We quaked together, mixing fluids and flesh. We were one with each other, one with the universe.
Our nerves hummed like invisible strings, playing us the most sensual melody we'd ever known. The sharp crescendo came, so fiery and delicious we nearly collapsed, but still we kept rocking, not stopping until our bodies forced us to.
Later, we spooned in the cool darkness. We depended on our body heat and the big blanket thrown around us to keep warm. The heater hadn't fully kicked into its optimal setting.
“It won't always be this perfect, will it?” I mused, simultaneously happy and sad. I squeezed the arm he'd wrapped around my waist.
“No. There'll be plenty of hardships, plenty of shit to deal wit
“But you know what, little Sis? None of that matters.” His fingers pushed along my plush abdomen, feeling for our baby. “As long as we have each other and our children, we have love. And love is always enough.”
Smiling, I nuzzled into his broad chest, loving his heat. I wanted to turn over and show him the soft tears of happiness he'd created.
But it was so cold, and I felt him against my buttocks, hotter and harder than anything in the world. He was almost ready to take me for another dance, and so was I.
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