Epilogue
Samuel
Five years later…
CeeCee is beside me on my private jet, and we’re heading for Morocco, where I have a business meeting tomorrow that might last two days or might last three. But she’s never out of my sight anymore, not since that night. Not since I learned who left the gate unlocked, and why.
See, I wasn’t supposed to be back that night, and he knew it.
One of the guys building CeeCee’s birthday maze.
Trent told me later that his computer was full of pictures of my sister, taken through a long lens from outside the house.
Nothing came up in the background checks we did, and for that I fired my entire vetting team and put Trent in charge of replacing them.
Stupid fucker thought we wouldn’t find out, but it was amateur hour.
According to his sick little buddy who Trent and I found, tied up and starved for three days before going to town on his manhood with a hunting knife, the plan was to break in while I was away and steal as much as they could fit in the truck.
He didn’t mention CeeCee, but when I asked him about her, I knew from the look in his eyes that my sister was the sweetener.
Theft I could have gotten over. But not that. Never that.
Fucker died screaming, and so did the other one, the one with the pictures. Trent and I strung him up from a tree on the back of my property and took a week dismantling him piece by fucking piece.
My sister doesn’t know a thing about it. Her world should be sunshine and unicorns, not the dark stuff I thought I left behind a long time ago.
As far as she knows, I’ve always been a tech security consultant, and that’s the way things will stay.
CeeCee drags me out of my thoughts as she shifts beside me, her bare thigh pressing against mine under the thin blanket we share. The jet hums through clouds somewhere over the Atlantic, and our twin daughters are asleep in the back cabin.
I glance at my sister, my wife now. We got married in front of the garden maze a month after I chased her down and she made her first payment to her brother and provider as an adult.
The cabin light catches the curve of her neck. She’s wearing one of those sundresses that barely qualifies as clothing, pale yellow, straps so thin they might as well not exist.
"You're staring again, Daddy," she murmurs without even opening her eyes.
Her lips curve. Five years, and that smile still hooks me right behind the ribs. She stretches slowly, seductively, letting the blanket slip. The dress rides up her thighs, and I catch the edge of something lacy.
I grip her hips. The dress bunches under my palms, and I can feel the heat of her through the lace.
She rocks against me, just once. "You said I gotta pay for being a grown-up, remember?"
"I remember."
"Then let me pay. I don’t believe in credit." She giggles and my cock fucking aches for her twenty-four seven.
She reaches down, fingers working my belt deftly. I watch her face while she does it, the slight furrow of concentration, the way she bites her lower lip when the buckle sticks.
My cock strains against my boxers, already pulsing with a familiar ache, and when she finally frees me, her little gasp sends blood rushing south so fast my vision blurs.
"There he is," she coos, wrapping her hand around my shaft. Her thumb smears the bead of pre-cum welling at the tip, spreading it down over the swollen ridge of the head. "Missed you, big guy."
"Talk to him often when I'm not around?"
"Hmm, maybe." She strokes me slow, twisting her wrist on the upstroke. "Sometimes, when you're in meetings, I'll be by the pool, and I'll just... think about him. How he feels stretching me open. How he tastes." Her eyes flick up. "How he owns me."
Fuck.
I grab a fistful of her hair hard enough to tilt her head back. "You been touching yourself without permission, CeeCee?"
"What, you want me to be a good girl all the time?" Her hand picks up speed, a slick, obscene sound filling the cabin. "Where's the fun in that, Daddy?"
"I want you to remember who that pussy belongs to."
She grins. “I tend to forget most times.”
“Really? I know exactly how to toggle your memory.”
I lift her easily and set her on the leather seat beside me.
The dress comes off in one pull, and then she's sprawled there in nothing but that black lace thong, her tits bare and perfect, nipples already tight from the cold cabin air. Her chest rises and falls faster than it did a minute ago, and I can see the flush creeping up from her collarbone.
"You're so fucking beautiful," I rumble, nodding toward her pussy. “Show me what’s mine.”
CeeCee spreads her legs, hooking one knee over the armrest. The thong is soaked through, a dark patch of moisture visible even in the dim cabin light. She traces a finger along the edge of the fabric, pulling it down with a wry grin.
“Daddy’s Big Girl.” She whispers, her eyes stay pinned on mine, tracing the heart tattooed just above where her pubic hair would be if she had any.
I keep that shaved smooth. One of my many jobs I enjoy
"Make me pay, Daddy." She teases and I think of the day I had the tattoo artist come to the villa. It was two days after I’d come home from my trip and she understood what it would mean to be mine from that point forward.
I let her decide on the design of the heart and if she wanted one color or several, but I didn’t give her a choice about what was about to happen. I was putting my mark and my name on her. A forever reminder of the new dynamic between us.
I drop to my knees between her thighs. The carpet's rough against my slacks, but I don't give a shit. My mouth finds her through the lace, tongue pressing flat against her covered slit, and she arches off the seat with a strangled moan. The sweet taste of her seeps through the fabric.
Fucking mine.
"Daddy..."
I hook a finger under the thong and yank it to the side.
Her bare pussy is a sopping mess, her inner lips swollen and dark pink, peeking out from between the outer folds.
The little bud of her clit stands at stiff attention, hood pulled back, and I drag my tongue up the full length of her slit, slow and thorough, savoring the way her thighs clamp around my ears.
"Always so fucking wet for me," I groan against her flesh.
"Only for you." Her hips buck, grinding against my face. "Only ever for you, Daddy, I swear—"
I spear my tongue inside her, and she breaks off with a sharp cry. Her fingers twist into my hair, pulling hard enough to sting, and I fuck her with my mouth until she's trembling, until her juices coat my chin and drip down my neck.
"Daddy, please… I’m ready to cum," she whines. "Oh, fuck, Daddy, please, can I—"
"Not yet."
A frustrated sob tears from her throat. I pull back, replacing my tongue with two thick fingers, curling them deep to stroke that rough little patch inside her. Her pussy clenches around me, gripping and fluttering, those velvety walls trying desperately to pull me deeper.
"Look at this greedy cunt," I murmur, watching my fingers disappear inside her. "Can't even wait for my cock, can she? Just wants to be filled up with anything I give her."
"Please," CeeCee pants. "I want Daddy’s cock. I want it to hurt.”
"Since you asked so nice."
I stand, pulling my fingers out with a wet pop, and bring them to her lips. She sucks them clean without being told, her tongue swirling around each digit, eyelids fluttering. Then I'm lining myself up, dragging the fat tip of my cock through her slick folds, teasing her clit with every pass.
"Do it," she says through clenched teeth. "Please, Daddy."
I slam home in one brutal thrust.
Her scream is so loud they probably hear it on the ground, her pussy seizing around me, tight, hot, wetter than anything has a right to be. She takes all of me, every inch, her back bowing off the seat as I bottom out against her cervix.
"There," I growl, pulling back just to ram into her again. "There's your fucking cock. Happy now?"
"Yes, yes, yes—"
I set a rhythm that's punishing, fucking her deep and hard enough to make the seat creak. Her tits bounce with every thrust, her body jolting up the leather, and I grab her hips to hold her steady.
CeeCee's nails rake down my chest through my shirt, leaving furrows in the cotton. "Harder," she demands. "Fuck, Daddy, harder, I can… I can take it—"
I oblige. My balls slap against her ass with each drive, the sound wet and rhythmic. The plane bumps through a patch of turbulence, and the jolt sends me even deeper. She clamps down, her inner muscles rippling along my length, and I know she's close.
"Cum for me," I order. "Squeeze my cock. Show me who this pussy belongs to."
"You." Her voice cracks. "Yours, Daddy, it's yours, it's—"
She launches into orbit.
Her pussy convulses, milking my shaft in pulses that make spots dance at the edge of my vision. I feel her flood around me, hot liquid gushing past our joined bodies and soaking the seat.
I'm right behind her, that pressure building low in my gut. "Whose pussy?"
"Yours!" Her legs lock around my waist. "Please, Daddy, more—"
With a final, brutal thrust, I bury myself to the hilt and let go.
My cum pumps into her in thick, ropy spurts, painting her insides, so much of it that it starts leaking out around my shaft despite how snugly she grips me. The release rips through me in waves that leave my thighs trembling and my breath ragged.
I collapse forward, catching myself on the armrest before crushing her. Our foreheads press together. Her pussy still flutters weakly around my softening cock, drawing out every last drop.
I ease out of her slowly, watching the mess we've made trickle down her thighs. "Stay here. I'll get something to clean you up."
"No." She catches my wrist. "Stay. Just... stay inside me a little longer?"
So I pull her into my lap, still half-hard, still nestled in her warmth, and wrap the blanket around us. Outside the window, the sun's starting to dip toward the horizon, painting the clouds in shades of orange and pink.
I'm already hard again. She's still wet. And somewhere in the back cabin, our daughters sleep on, dreaming their innocent dreams.
Our twin daughters, Harley and Peaches, travel everywhere with us. I hire the best hotels, paying to have the whole place to ourselves, and the three of them spend their time by the pool, or in the gardens, and never find out that the people I work for aren’t exactly legitimate businessmen.
I made good on my promise to bring our parents out to visit us.
I enjoyed their shock when they realized the two of us were closer than brother and sister should be, especially when I handed them an invitation to the wedding ceremony, which was to take place in my little sister’s birthday garden maze.
CeeCee loved it, and she still calls me Daddy, and I hope that never changes.
As for how things changed, she’s gotten the hang of contributing to the household, so to speak, over the years.
My little girl is a big girl for her Daddy. Our family tree is still fucked, but that’s what therapy is for.
The only therapy I need is my sister’s sweet cunt, and her smile, and all the ways she makes me the happiest big brother Daddy on the planet.
“The cookie batter is chilling in the refrigerator.” She whispers in her half delirious state. “Maybe you’ll let me lick the spoon—”
I’m on her in a breath, holding my sticky cock to her lips, pushing the tip down as I straddle her head.
“Lick me clean, baby. Then, we’ll see about those cookies.”
She smiles and gets to work without protest.
“I love you.” I growl, closing my eyes and letting the sensation of her mouth on my cock roll through me. It’s like that first time every time, only, the love is deeper, the history more tangled but one thing will never change, I’m hers and she’s mine.
“I love you too, Daddy. So much.” She mumbles as I take a handful of her hair and shove my cock to her tonsils.
“Good girl. Now, suck.”
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