Epilogue
Zemia
One year later
Foster and I were married the week before Christmas. We wanted to keep it separate from the holiday, but close enough to remind us of where it all started.
After celebrating our wedding and Christmas with our families, Foster and I flew to the Bahamas for a five-day honeymoon.
Blue tropical water, white sandy beaches, and lots and lots of sex summed up the trip.
We barely left our room, even skipping a pyramid tour one day to tour each other’s bodies in ways we hadn’t before.
Let’s just say we had a little bit too much fun with some room service dessert. And lots of fun cleaning each other up in the bath.
“How did I get so lucky?” Foster asked me as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into his lap, the warm bath water soothing and relaxing. His hard erection pressed against my lower belly, and I forgot all about cleaning him and only thought about sitting on his cock.
“Mm, I’m the lucky one.” I slid my hand between us and grasped his large cock in my hand, running my fist up and down over the veins. He growled, the sound vibrating through me, and my pussy clenched, ready for another orgasm after countless ones these past few days.
“Is my wife horny again?”
“She sure is, Mr. McKay. What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, Mrs. McKay, I think I know how to solve it.” Foster nipped at my ear and lifted me before quickly sitting me on top of his dick. I sunk onto him deeply, moaning as he filled me completely, in the best ways possible.
“Did you like that solution?”
“Mmm hmm, yes, I did, husband.”
“Good.” Foster gripped my waist and lifted me up and down, slamming me onto his cock and sliding me off before repeating the mind-blowing move all over again.
With my pussy already sensitive, it didn’t take long for my orgasm to build and minutes later, I came hard all over his dick, his roars telling me he found his own release too.
When the trip came to an end, neither one of us wanted to leave, but we missed home.
Over the new year holiday, I came down with the flu and Foster nursed me back to health all while caring for his girls and running the household smoothly.
But when my symptoms didn’t improve, Foster grew increasingly worried.
And when I passed out after dinner one night, he called an ambulance.
The diagnoses?
A baby.
Not just one baby either.
Nope.
Twins.
Twins.
Two kids to four. All at once.
And the other kicker?
My sister was pregnant again too.
THE END
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