Epilogue
JAKE
Four years later…
I set my saw aside and look out the window of the barn over to the cabin. A light glows from the corner window on the second floor. My son, Josh’s room.
Piper put him down tonight. I’ve been out here working on a set of stools I have to deliver by the end of the week. It’s been a long process, but the money is incredibly good and will go straight into materials to repair the back porch.
Gus sold us the cabin three years ago after letting us stay a whole year without charging us rent. He saw the situation we were in, and being the great guy that he is, came through for us.
I busted my ass at work. Piper and I scraped by, eating lots of ramen, and eventually managed to pull together a down payment. Now it’s ours. Our forever home.
Despite Dad cutting me off, I managed to eventually open my own studio. Piper took care of Josh while I worked and built up my customer base. I never could have done it without her.
I chose her, and she was worth it. She’s my everything.
We’re strong. We’re a couple—a power couple. We might not be CEOs of a Fortune 500 company, but our bond is unbreakable.
I proposed the day after she told me she was pregnant. I was broke, so I made her a ring out of wood, walnut, and swore I’d get her a diamond one day. I did, but she still wears the one I made her.
We reconciled with our parents…mostly. It’s still a process, but they both came to the wedding, and we see them every couple of weeks for a family dinner.
The good news is they both absolutely adore Josh, and he loves running around Dad’s house, racing up and down the stairs like the little madman he is.
Piper and Josh. My two treasures. I’ll do anything to protect them.
“He’s asleep. You know what that means, don’t you?”
I look up from my saw and see Piper, my heavenly wife, standing in the door to my shop, wearing nothing but the new lace robe I bought her for our anniversary.
It hugs her curves in all the right places and hangs open just enough to give me a tease of the mouthwatering goodies beneath.
God, she’s a sight to behold. My pulse pounds heavily in my neck. I’m already sweating from my work, but my body temp instantly goes up a few degrees.
At twenty-two, her appetite for me is insatiable. Which is perfect, considering I can never take my hands off her.
I wake her up in the morning with my cock. I take her in the shower. I pin her up against the wall in the kitchen while she’s baking, or get her down on her hands and knees in the field out back when Josh is having his nap.
She’s my drug, and I’m addicted. She’s mine, and nothing will ever come between us. Dad’s money was never the prize. She was.
“Come here,” I growl, flashing her my devilish grin that I know she loves.
“Uh-uh,” she replies, shaking her head. “You come here.”
I stand slowly, brushing the sawdust from my palms. Her hips sway as I approach her, stalking like the beast I am. My hands find her waist, parting her robe and exposing her little waxed pussy.
Our mouths lock hungrily together, and I reach up and cup her breast, so healthy and firm. My cock is hard in an instant, and I press my bulge between her thighs, just to remind her what I have in store for her.
“Mmm, that’s nice…” she moans, letting her lips brush against my jaw.
“You like that, baby?”
Her arms move up and around my neck, just where she loves to hold on. “You know I love your wood.”
Grinning, I tug my pants down and press my cock against her hole, dripping with desperate need. It’s been one of those rare days where we didn’t find a chance to fuck, which means we’re both dying for each other.
She gasps as I grab her by the hair and bend her over my worktable.
“Oh, yes, have your way with me…”
I don’t need to be told twice.
Spreading her ass, I gaze at her beautiful cunt, begging to be filled with my inches. Without hesitating, I drive deep inside until my thighs slap against her cheeks.
“I’m gonna make you sore, sis,” I growl, dragging my teeth across her neck as I start to hammer her.
She whimpers and grabs onto the sides of the table. Tools tumble to the floor, and as I watch her perfect ass bounce, a devilish thought enters my mind.
I’m fucking my step-sister.
I shift my angle and drive deeper inside her willing channel. Her juices coat my balls. She’s already starting to tighten up.
There’s no more sneaking around and being quiet here. This is our home. We do what we want.
“Tell me you love me, baby,” I growl, feeling myself approach the point of no return. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpers, bucking back against me. “Forever, Jake. Forever.”
I snatch her hair and pull her face back to mine, rutting harder inside that sweet little hole that drives me crazy—that I think about every second of the day when she’s away.
“Let’s make another baby. You want to be pregnant again?”
I hadn’t even planned on saying it. The words just fall from my lips like they were meant to be spoken. She blushes back at me.
“It’s funny you say that. I stopped taking my birth control last week.”
Her words inflame me. She knew I wanted another child. She read my mind like she always does.
“God, I love you.”
“I love you too,” she giggles. “Now come on, big boy. Come inside me.”
I groan as her words drag me over the edge. I go off inside her. The table shakes as her warm walls clamp down on my shaft. Our bodies twitch and shudder as we both climax together, locked in the same rhythm of pure love and companionship.
Our mutual orgasm seems to last forever. I’m breathless as I come down.
“That’s gonna do it,” I whisper. “I just came so much in you.”
“You sure did,” she squeaks, reaching back and squeezing my thigh. “I am full.”
Emotions flood through me like the waves of a golden sea. I lift her and spin her, keeping her inside me, and capture her lips with mine. She wraps her legs around my waist and I sit back in my work chair, holding her there, lost in the bliss of our existence.
Finally, we both realize we should probably go back up to the house and wash up. After all, I’m covered in a day’s worth of work in the shop, and we just ravished each other like a couple of animals.
I carry her back up to the cabin as the sun sets overhead. We wash up, then Piper makes us both tea, which we sip in the living room.
My mind drifts back to the day I came home from jail. Back then, I was just her step-brother who was also a criminal. But now I’m her husband, her provider, her protector, and the father of her son.
This is it.
This is my life, and this is all I need. It wasn’t easy, but we made it work. And nothing will ever get in our way again.
THE END