Epilogue
Dylan
Six months later
I pause mid-swipe, dropping the cleaning cloth onto the kitchen counter. Through the wide lake house window, I stare at Molly sprawled on the dock using the oversized water pad as a cushion.
We honor her desire to go by Molly. It marks an important transition for her, for all of us.
I've never seen a pregnant woman in a bikini before. Always figured it'd look awkward. But Molly radiates beauty no matter what she wears or doesn't wear.
Each week into her pregnancy, her tiny bikini top seems even smaller—almost useless—against the increasing size of her breasts. The bright red scrap of fabric that barely covers her pussy could be out of the way with a simple tug of the bow on her hip.
There's no worry about anyone seeing her because we own all of the property around the lake. That allows us to be as carefree as we want.
I need to fuck her. She's out cold, such a sound sleeper.
Makes my heart swell that she knows she's safe with us.
She can drop her guard, surrender totally under our watch.
My dick aches every time I see her sleeping, vulnerable and trusting.
Thank fuck she loves waking up to orgasms. We've spoiled her rotten with our wake-up calls.
Basically ruined her for anything less—taught her to lie back and let us handle the rest.
Checking my phone, I confirm that we have an hour before Dad and Mom show up with the cake for the gender reveal. Molly wanted us to wake her up thirty minutes before they get here.
"I can't handle this. The house is clean enough."
Toby returns the broom to the utility closet, calling out, "Can't handle cleaning?"
I rub a hand over my tented swim shorts as he returns to the kitchen. "Can't handle seeing our stepsister out there in that bikini… sleeping… looking so gorgeous."
Toby steps beside me to stare at Molly. "Look at her now—belly all round. We did that. How'd we get so lucky?"
My pulse hammers. "I can't get enough of her. I need to be inside her. We have time."
Toby laughs. "My favorite kind of wake-up call. I'm always game for watching her come. Might settle my nerves."
"Nerves?"
He exhales. "Gonna lose it if we're having a girl. Can't stomach picturing some guy—or guys—eyeing our little one the way we crave our stepsister. Protective doesn't even begin to cover it."
I clasp a hand on his shoulder. "That's years off, Toby. Don't you want our girl—when she's grown—to find someone who adores her like we do Molly? Would go to any length to protect her?"
The thought has stressed me too. I want to be everything for Molly and our baby.
He doesn't argue, just nods in my periphery.
I hook my thumbs in my waistband and shove my swim shorts down, kicking them aside, then head for the sliding door. "I'm gonna go make love to our beautiful wife. You gonna sit here worrying or help me?"
Toby's shorts hit the floor. We slip outside, bare feet—bare everything—and descend the stairs to the dock. The wind blows gentle waves, masking our steps.
Towering over her, we simply stare. The starkness of her hair and lips against her porcelain skin is absolutely breathtaking… still. Pregnancy amplifies her curves. Gratitude hits me square in the chest. She's ours. Our stepsister who became our everything.
The dock sways faintly as if rocking her to sleep.
I lean toward Toby and keep my voice low. "Which fantasy we pulling from the diary?"
He whispers, "With her belly getting bigger, maybe we should do the one where we stand on either side, jack off and shower her with our cum, then rub it into her skin like sunscreen. And of course, rubbing the most in where it really matters—her clit."
We stifle our laughs. She came up with the best scenarios.
My cock offers up a stream of pre-cum. "Let's save that one for the end of the pregnancy. What about the one where I suck her tits and you lick her clit? Except I'll eat that sweet pussy, then fill her with my cock. You give her the pearl necklace."
Toby extends a hand for a fist bump and nods. "Her tits get more luscious by the day. Might be the last chance to titty fuck her before her belly cock blocks us."
We lower ourselves onto the foam mat, the thick padding a godsend—dick splinters would be the ultimate cock block.
I gently ease her legs apart. Toby leans in from her side, his tongue working the curve of her breast. He circles her nipple through the bikini top, slow spirals that dampen the fabric.
My chest tightens as I watch how he savors her. Pausing, he reaches behind her neck, catches the end of the tie, and pulls. With a hand on either side, he lowers her top.
Her perky rosy nipples beg for attention, and as much as I want to give it, there's a different rosy spot I get to attend to.
I settle between her thighs. Her musky sweet scent intoxicates me. With a tug of the bow on each of her hips, I get rid of her bikini.
I spread her lips with my fingers then seal my mouth onto her pussy. Time stretches as I breathe her in and watch Toby suckle her. A drip of milk trails down her breast when he switches sides. We weren't prepared for her to be even sweeter.
We take every new discovery in stride just as we do her amnesia which she hasn't fully recovered from.
I press my tongue flat to her clit, working her slowly, letting the pleasure build, hoping it works into a dream.
Her body stirs. There's a hitch in her breath, but she remains asleep. I slide a finger inside her, then two, curling to hit that spot that makes her walls clench while sucking on her clit.
Toby sits back, massaging her breasts with his hands. "Fuck, these are perfect. I won't last much longer though." He straddles her, bracing himself on one arm to make sure he keeps his weight off her belly while sliding his cock between her tits.
Mirrors are one of the best assets we have, ensuring we're better able to see what each of us is doing, but we haven't installed any on the dock.
I make one last big lick over her clit before pulling away so I can slide my cock into her. Leaning onto Toby verges on crossing a line but that's the only way I can make this work.
Falling into an easy rhythm, I focus on her mumbles and moans.
Her pussy tightens around my cock.
"Hey, Princess. This is your wake-up call," Toby says, letting me know she's awake.
Her hand slaps on his leg. Her moans escalate and she writhes under us. She's awake, and she's tilting her hips just right to put max pressure on my cock.
I have to hold out, make sure she comes.
Toby groans, his pace quickening. "Open up." He rises off his braced arm, having pulled his cock out from between her breasts.
"I—" She comes undone. Her pussy contracts around my cock as her cries echo across the lake.
I let go, pumping her full of cum while Toby's growls overtake hers.
He and I collapse on either side of her. She's the center of our universe.
Honk! Honk! A car horn steals any chance we had of relaxing.
All three of us sit up, staring toward the house. The driveway is on the opposite side of the house from the lake.
Molly says, "You were supposed to give me thirty minutes."
Toby and I tell her we did. Maybe we lost track of time. That happens with her.
She looks around and scrambles to tie her bikini back in place. "You guys better run."
I can't leave her without planting a kiss on her pretty red lips. Toby does the same, then we bolt up the steps and into the lake house where our swim shorts are waiting on the floor.
"They're fifteen minutes early." I tug mine on and wash my face in the kitchen sink.
"Why do you suppose they're honking?" Toby dresses and heads to the door. "I'll see if they need help carrying stuff in."
He swings the door open and comes to such an abrupt stop that I crash into him. For a second, I have a flashback to leaning on him when we were just with Molly.
But his body goes rigid. Molly enters from the lake side. "What's going on?"
Mom and Dad are still in their car.
"Oh shit! It's a girl." Toby steps outside and skirts to the side of the porch.
"What?" Molly asks as she steps next to me.
We both follow Toby's gaze to a pink mess all over the front sidewalk.
"The cake!" Molly says. "Oh my god, it's a girl!"
It finally hits me that I'm staring at the gender reveal cake. The box is broken open and the cake looks like it exploded—pink cake with extra thick white icing.
Mom and Dad get out of the car, prompting Molly to say, "I'll be right back."
She returns wearing a cover-up at the same time Mom and Dad get to the cake mess.
"Surprise?" Mom says shyly. "I'm sorry I dropped it."
She truly is. It's clear in her expression. She's stopped trying to fix whatever she thought was wrong about Molly and embraces her as our wife.
Dad shakes his head. "The surprise was on us. Didn't realize we'd be interrupting… anyway…"
With heavy awkwardness, he wraps Molly in a hug. Mom follows, then Toby and I join in. I hope they only heard us having sex, but we might never know if they saw anything. And if I’ve learned anything from Molly’s amnesia, it's that sometimes it’s better not to know.
Dad pulls away first. “Why don’t we get that cleaned up then I’ll fill you in on how the apartment complex remodel’s going.”
I chuckle at his eagerness to change the subject. He loved the idea of fixing up Molly’s former apartment complex and started a grant program to fix up low-income housing.
Molly leads the way inside. “Did I ever mention how grateful I am to have such an amazing family?”
We all glance at each other, shrugging. It’s a game we play. After feeling completely alone in the world, Molly pretends not to remember that she’s expressed her feelings many times.
I pull her into my arms and Toby embraces her from behind. “Love you, Princess.”
Dad grumbles, “Get a room before you give this old man a heart attack.”
Mom says, “Come on, honey. Let’s give them a minute while we clean the cake up.”
“You were right, Toby,” I say while Mom and Dad get to work.
“What was he right about?” Molly asks.
I clarify, “I don’t know how I’m going to handle being a Girl Dad.”
“I told you,” Toby says. “If I heard someone railing my daughter…”
Molly shudders and wiggles free. “The good news is that we’ll figure it out together.”