Chapter 8
Cutter
“If you need money, you should have taken what I was offering. Actions have consequences, Cutter. You’re just going to have to make do until next month now.”
I let Colbert rant as his voice on the other end of the phone takes on a holier-than-thou, condescending tone that would grate on me any other time of the year.
But right now, I’m looking at my sister as we sit together in the kitchen, where I defiled her last night dressed as the Grinch.
She’s painting her toenails different shades of red, green, and gold, stark naked, her full, round belly making me so fucking hard again, I can barely breathe.
She slept while I just held onto her, kissing her cheek, shoulder, her ear, one hand on her belly as tears burned my cheeks as the little life inside her kicked and twisted inside her.
When she woke around ten, we had another round of stuff the chimney but this time, I let her ride me, watching my soon to be wife ride my dick with her big milky tits and enormous belly was the highlight of my life so far.
She’s too young for me. Too smart and beautiful and perfect but I’m going to lock this little filly down and give her the best life possible. Her and our babies.
It’s around noon now, and after I cooked breakfast and fed my girl, I called Cobert from the phone I picked up in town before heading to the ranch to defile my stepsister as her fantasy green Christmas goblin.
Her ring finger sparkles with the pink diamond ring I put on it after our bath.
I didn’t ask her to marry me, I told her we were getting married.
Tomorrow, if I have my way. Then I took the ring out from the bag I dropped in the hallway last night when I came in and put it on her finger before she could say anything.
But that bag didn’t just have a ring inside.
Attached to her belly right now is a heartbeat monitor.
One that will stay in place for the rest of the pregnancy, attached to an app on my phone so I can listen to that steady little rhythm anytime I like.
I’ve missed so much of her pregnancy, and I won’t miss another second.
I’ve also got a portable sonogram machine so I can take a look at my little man whenever the mood strikes me.
The world took years away from me already for doing what was right. But when you do the right thing to a man with an eight-figure bank account and a rich family with secrets to hide, there’s no real justice.
This girl owns my fucking soul. I reach up and tip back my hat an inch, so I get a better view of my obsession.
The way her round belly rests on her thighs as she leans forward, the smell of nail polish rising into the air, is bringing fucking tears to my eyes, especially knowing it’s my fucking seed I planted in there up against a wall in the prison.
Her virgin blood smeared all over my dick as we consummated our little forbidden affair.
I already knew I’d never let her go, but getting a baby planted inside her was my fucking obsession.
My balls produced enough sperm that day to impregnate a harem, but all I wanted was her. All I’ll ever want is her.
As my father’s voice drones on, I think of pushing her down to her knees and shoving my prison-starved dick between those pouty little lips. Or teach her a new trick, sitting on Santy’s lap reverse cowgirl style with my dick up her tight little asshole.
Decisions, decisions.
“Are you listening to me, Cutter?” Colbert’s voice cuts through my more pleasant thoughts.
No.
“Yeah, I’m still here, Dad.”
He chokes. I haven’t called him Dad since I was a kid. “You haven’t earned the right—”
Enough of his bullshit. I made this call for my own reasons, but my sweet little knocked-up sister is distracting as fuck. “Your turn to fucking listen, my turn to talk,” I say calmly.
Sadie twists the cap onto the nail-polish jar, leaning down to blow on her toes, and I nearly lose my load in my pants.
“Don’t you talk to me like—”
“Shut the fuck up. You want to say Merry Christmas to Sadie? She’s right here.”
He goes silent. I hadn’t told him where I was when I called. He was too busy being right about fucking everything as soon as he answered the phone.
I get it. It’s fear. He’s scared as fuck that he doesn’t know what to do with me. He never did. But his heavy-handed techniques had the opposite effect from the one he’d hoped. His insistence on ‘my way or the highway’ only made me want to defy him more.
I take the phone from my ear, tapping the speaker button, and his voice projects into the tiled room, “—with Sadie? You think I’m going to give you any more money at all if you’re not willing to keep up your end of the agreement?
You stay away from my ranch, and you stay away from my family, you hear me? ”
“I didn’t agree to shit, old man. You offered money in exchange for my balls, and I walked away. You assuming we had an agreement is your own blind arrogance talking.” I seethe as Sadie interrupts the downward spiral of the conversation.
“Hi, Dad,” she chirps with a grin, looking up with sparkling fucking eyes that make me seriously consider hanging up and taking my anger out on her already-beat-to-shit little baby maker there, but I hold my tongue, letting her soften the wedge that’s between the two men in our family.
“Sadie, don’t worry. Cutter is leaving, right now, if he knows what’s good for him. I had the deputy come up there last night. He said you were fine, but now, clearly, he needs to be schooled on what fine means.”
She laughs. “I am fine, Dad. What do you think he’s going to do to me?”
I lean forward, run a finger down the side of her thigh, and she wiggles her butt on the table, shivering. “You keep wriggling like that, you’re going to find out what I’ll do to you,” I growl, making her giggle and stick out her tongue.
“What the hell is going on?” Colbert barks through the phone, and I decide to put him out of his misery.
“Is Sadie’s mother there?” I ask, leaning forward to kiss Sadie’s forehead as her brow furrows with worry.
“Yes, Elena is right here. Now, tell me what you’re doing at my ranch, and—”
“Is Isabel listening?”
“No—” Colbert’s voice sounds confused for a second, like I don’t know I have a half-sister. “She’s outside by the pool.”
“Good. You want to know what I’m doing at the ranch? I’m doing Sadie. Six ways ‘til Sunday.”
Sadie snorts. I hear a high-pitched yelp that sounds like Sadie’s mom, telling me Colbert’s phone is on speaker too. Good. Let’s get all the shit out on the table.
“I’ve been doing Sadie for a while now, actually.
We had some very nice conjugal visits. She’s pregnant, by the way.
Eight months. Means I knocked her up the first time.
” I listen to the silence on the other end of the line as that sinks in, watching the heat rise on Sadie’s cheeks.
I meet her eyes, make sure she’s with me, get an affirmative nod.
My strong girl. “So here’s how things go from here.
When you decide to treat us with respect and understand that your way isn’t the only way, then you all will be welcome in our home. ”
The university was only an hour from the prison, so she visited every Saturday and then more often once I started paying the guards off.
Sadie glances up, and I pause as she tries to mouth something at me. I raise my eyebrows, and she whispers it again, and I nod.
“I amend my previous statement. Isabel is welcome anytime. Especially if she needs to get away from the two of you. But there are going to be grandbabies, and if you want to be part of their lives, you’re going to need to get your shit together and accept that Sadie’s gonna be my wife.
I fucking love her, and she loves me. Done and dusted. ”
I go to hang up, but Sadie speaks up before I can.
“I want to talk to Isabel,” she says, sitting up straight. “If you love me, let me talk to my sister.”
There’s silence, then an excited voice in the background cuts in before they can refuse.
“Mom!” Isabel’s high-pitched squeal makes me smile. “I saw a lizard! It’s on the table by my Coke! Can I keep it?”
“Merry Christmas, Isabel!” Sadie shouts.
She shouts back, “Merry Christmas, Sadie! I wish you were here—”
The line goes dead, cutting off her voice.
“I love my sister,” Sadie says, looking up, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know you will too.”
“I told you before, I love her already. It will work out. They’re misguided, but they’re not evil.
Your mom is a bit uptight, I’ll give you that.
Just—” I pull her into my lap, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.
“I love you. And anyone you love, I’ll love too.
” I tell her, then tap a few buttons on my phone and hold it out for her to see.
“You were wondering where we’d live. I decided I needed to have a plan in place before I take you away from here. ”
She takes the phone from me, swiping it as I push her back against the counter, lifting her to sit on the edge.
“Is this where we’re going to live?” she asks as she swipes and zooms the photos of the house.
Not too far from here, probably a little grander than Colbert’s ranch, with enough land for me to start ranching and riding the way I want.
Raise some killer quarter horses, start a youth program for kids that never would have the chance to know this kind of life.
I’m not sure of the details but I do know, I’m gonna marry Sadie, we’re going to breed like rabbits and I’m going to always, always put her and my family first. “It’s too big. ”
I shake my head. “It’s the right size for what I have planned. Eight babies, at least.”
She snorts, but I’m not laughing. Seeing her round with my baby is doing things to me. I want her like that as often and for as long as possible.
“Seriously?”
“You think you can handle that on your end?”
“On my end? You make it sound like a business transaction.”
I shake my head. “No way, sis. This is all pleasure. Now, tell Daddy how your finals went. I want to hear all about my smart, good girl slaying the academic dragon.”
“I love you.” She mumbles, a little choke in the words as I take her face in my hands.
“I love you more. You’re my reason for everything, baby. Grinch fantasies and all, just promise me, if you ever find out there’s a real Grinch, you don’t leave me.”
She snorts. “Never.”
“Good, because if he ever touched you, I’d be back in prison for life.”
I never thought I’d be this guy. Thinking of building traditions and planning for the future, but when a little naughty girl with a smile like sunshine, an ass like a miracle and a brain like Einstein comes along, you get that rope around her and never, ever let go.