9. Cade
CADE
I wake at seven-thirty to golden sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows. City sprawls below us, forty stories down, and Chloe's curled against my chest like she belongs there.
Because she does.
First morning in our bed. Not my bed—ours.
Yesterday crashes back. Parents walking in, explosive fight, Chloe choosing me over her family. The door slamming behind us as we left everything behind.
No more hiding. No more sneaking down hallways at midnight, listening for footsteps. No more pretending we're just step-siblings tolerating each other's presence.
Complete freedom.
But at what cost? Chloe lost her mother yesterday. Her only parent. And I burned whatever tenuous relationship existed between Harold and me.
Worth it, though. Look at her—peaceful despite the trauma, trusting me to keep her safe while she sleeps.
I'd burn the whole world down to keep her.
My cock stirs against her hip. Can't help it. She's naked from last night, when we'd made love slowly, reconnecting after everything fell apart. Emotional, intense, both of us crying as we came together.
Now it's morning. New day. Fresh desire.
And no one to stop me.
I ease the covers down slowly, revealing her body inch by inch. Small breasts, pink nipples, flat stomach. The curve of her hip, the junction of her thighs where I want my mouth.
She doesn't stir. Exhausted from yesterday, sleeping deeply.
Perfect.
I position myself between her legs, spreading them carefully. She shifts slightly but doesn't wake. Just makes a small sound, something between contentment and dreaming.
My stepsister. My woman. Mine to touch whenever I want.
I lower my mouth to her pussy and lick up her slit slowly, tasting her. She's already slightly wet—always is in the mornings, body responding even in sleep.
Fuck, I love that.
Circle her clit with my tongue, building her arousal gradually. No rush. Can take my time, savor her. This is our home, our bed. No parents to worry about, no need to be quiet.
"Mmm..." A sleepy moan escapes her lips.
I smile against her pussy and work two fingers inside, pumping slowly while my tongue continues its assault on her clit. "That's it, baby. Wake up for me."
Curl my fingers to hit that spot that makes her crazy. She's getting wetter, closer to consciousness. Thighs tensing around my head.
"Cade?" Sleepy, confused. "What—oh god—what are you doing?"
"Morning, beautiful." Don't stop, keep working her with fingers and tongue. "Starting your day right."
"We don't have to—ahh—hide anymore."
"Exactly." Suck her clit between my lips, flick it with my tongue. "Can wake you up like this every morning. No one to hear you scream."
Realization hits her, emotional weight behind it. "We're really here. This is real."
"Very real. Now come for me, Chloe."
Increase intensity, tongue aggressive against her clit. Fingers pumping faster, harder. She's close, can feel it in how her pussy clenches around my fingers.
"Oh fuck—Cade—yes?—"
She screams my name. Loud, unrestrained. No one to hear except the city below. Her back arches off the bed, pussy pulsing around my fingers as she comes on my tongue.
"That's it, come for me." Lick her through the orgasm, savoring every drop. She's shaking, gasping, overwhelmed.
"Good morning to you too," she breathes when she can speak again.
I crawl up her body and kiss her deeply. She tastes herself on my lips, moaning into my mouth.
"Morning sex every day?" she asks against my lips.
"Every single day. Maybe multiple times."
"I can live with that."
My cock's hard, aching. I position myself at her entrance and slide inside slowly, savoring the wet heat of her pussy gripping my shaft.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," I groan.
"So do you. So full."
Start moving with a lazy morning rhythm. Sunlight streams through windows, city spread below. Making love on top of the world.
Different from our usual frantic coupling. Tender, emotional, affirming everything we chose yesterday.
"You okay?" I ask, grinding deep. "After yesterday?"
"I will be. With you."
"No regrets?"
"About choosing you? Never." Her hazel eyes meet mine, serious. "About losing them? Maybe. But still worth it."
Kiss her deeply, never breaking rhythm. "I love you, Chloe. So fucking much."
"I love you too. My stepbrother, my everything."
The taboo reference still sends heat through me despite our new freedom. Maybe it always will.
"Come with me, baby. Together."
"Yes—Cade—close?—"
We climax simultaneously, her pussy milking my cock as I fill her with cum. Both of us repeating "I love you" like a prayer, processing trauma through intimacy.
Stay connected afterward, foreheads touching, breathing each other's air.
"We're going to be okay," I promise.
"I know. We have each other."
Around nine, we finally get up. Shower together, washing each other's bodies with soapy hands that linger. I show her around the apartment properly—three bedrooms, two bathrooms, massive kitchen, living room with that view.
"This is your home now too," I tell her. "Make yourself comfortable, change anything you want. What's mine is yours."
We make breakfast together—coffee, scrambled eggs, toast. Simple but intimate. Working side by side naturally, stealing kisses between tasks. Feels right, normal, like we've done this for years instead of one morning.
Sitting on the sofa with coffee afterward, the weight of yesterday settles back over us.
"Do you think they'll ever forgive us?" Chloe asks quietly.
I consider carefully. Don't want to give false hope. "Eventually, maybe. But it'll take time."
"My mom's face..." Her voice breaks. "She looked devastated."
"I know, baby. I'm sorry."
"You shouldn't apologize. This was my choice." She straightens, wiping her eyes. "Our choice," I correct. "Do you regret it? What you said to your father."
"Honestly? We weren't that close anyway. Yesterday just made official what was already true." I pull her against my side. "But you and your mom? That's harder."
"She's the only parent I have." Pause. "Had," she corrects herself sadly.
Pull her closer, protective instinct overwhelming. "We need to figure things out. Financially, logistically, everything. I want you to finish college, no matter what."
"Cade—"
"I'll pay tuition, living expenses, everything. You're not asking, I'm telling you. Non-negotiable."
"But—"
"Your education matters. You're going to open that art therapy center you dream about, and I'm going to help make it happen."
Tears well in her eyes. No one's ever supported her like this.
"What if we don't work out?" she whispers.
"We will. But hypothetically, you'd still keep everything. I'm investing in you, not buying you. There's a difference."
She kisses me then, deep and grateful.
"They can't actually do anything legally, right?" she asks after. "About us?"
"No. We're both adults. Step-relations aren't blood relations—no law against what we're doing." I tighten my hold on her, making sure she understands. "Just social taboo and family drama, which we'll weather together. Nobody can touch us legally."
"What if they try to cause problems anyway?" Her voice wavers slightly. "My mom knows people. Your dad has connections."
"Let them try." My jaw sets hard. "I have lawyers on retainer—good ones. They'll lose, and it'll cost them a fortune in legal fees. Trust me on this."
She relaxes slightly against me. "You really think they won't push it?"
"I doubt they'll go that route, though I'm prepared if they do.
More likely they'll just cut us off socially.
Pretend we don't exist. Make it awkward at any shared events.
" I stroke her hair slowly, possessively.
"Your mom might come around eventually. My father won't. But that's his loss, not ours. "
"Fine by me. I have you." She tilts her head up to look at me. "That's all I need."
"Good girl. That's exactly the right answer."
Our conversation shifts naturally. Can't keep my hands off her. My fingers trace down her spine, and she shivers. Within minutes we're making out on the sofa, and clothes are coming off quickly. Her shirt. My belt. Everything urgent and desperate.
"Want you again," I growl against her neck, biting down gently on the sensitive skin there.
"Already? You're insatiable." But her hands are pulling me closer, not pushing away.
"Only for you, Chloe." I let the word roll off my tongue deliberately, darkly. "Going to fuck my stepsister on every surface in this place."
I lay her back on the expensive leather sofa and settle between her legs, spreading them wide. The large floor-to-ceiling windows show the city view behind us—anyone in the opposite building could theoretically see us if they looked hard enough, but we're high enough up for practical privacy.
Doesn't matter anyway. Let them watch.
"Love that I can fuck you anywhere now." I push inside her wet pussy in one smooth, hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. She gasps, back arching. "Living room, kitchen, balcony, shower, against every window. Going to christen every surface in this apartment with your cum."
The energy is different than this morning. More primal, more possessive. More claiming.
"You're mine now, completely," I growl, pounding into her with deep, hard strokes.
Her tits bounce with each thrust. "No one else's opinion matters.
No parents, no friends, no judgmental assholes.
Just you and me against the world." I grip her hips hard enough to bruise. "Say it, Chloe. Tell me you're mine."
"I'm yours—oh god—only yours—" She's moaning with every thrust, nails digging into my shoulders.
"That's right." I lean down and bite her neck, marking her. "Everyone's going to know you belong to me."
The breeding kink resurfaces, overwhelming rational thought. "Going to fill you up so much. Keep you full of my cum constantly. Mark you from the inside permanently." I slam into her harder, deeper. "Maybe actually breed you this time. Put a baby in this tight little pussy."