Her whimper turns into a moan as the sound of our labored breathing intermingles with the sound of flesh against flesh. She arches her back when I begin to fuck her even harder, then sit up, pulling her on top of me.
Skylar grabs the sides of my face as she begins to rotate her hips. I hold her close as the feeling of my balls tightening starts to take over me.
“I love you,” I whisper into her open mouth.
And I do love her.
Not the way Dad loved Mom, but the way a brother should love his sister. The way my father taught me how to love her.
She grunts, I groan.
She moves faster on top of me, I hold her closer.
I know I’ll never experience this with another woman, and since I have Skylar, I know that I’ll never want to.
She’s my own flesh and blood—what could possibly be more special than a bond like this?
I let out a loud moan as I spill my seed into her, hoping that maybe this time, it’ll stick. I want nothing more than to be a father since I saw what kind of man Dad became. He loved Mom unconditionally and I can’t wait to feel that for Skylar.
For now, she’s just my sister and my lover, but I want her to be so much more. I want her to be my wife, the mother of my children, the hope for the Greene family name.
When I kiss her chin and give her hip a gentle slap, she climbs off me and lays on the bed. I lie down next to her and she turns her back to me and I feel so goddamn unhappy. I don’t want her to feel like this when we’re together. I want her to feel as loved and as beautiful as she is, but I guess it’ll just take her time to get used to it.
That’s what Dad told me, anyway.
He said that at first, it’ll be hard for her, but eventually she’ll understand and appreciate what we’re doing.
It will just take time like all good things do. We’ll be happy here together and we’ll have a family of our very own.
And when my daughters are old enough, I’ll show them how to love their father like Dad showed me.