Skylar lets out a strangled, slightly agonized groan, and I understand.
She didn’t have the opportunity to get used to him or brace for him inching his way in.
Whatever.
They’ll have to reconcile that on their own time.
I go back to watching them from a few inches away and when he finally seems to have the hang of rolling his hips, I crane my neck to watch his dick moving in and out of his sister.
When I see the streak of blood, I know that, at the very least, they weren’t fucking around behind my back like I sometimes suspected.
It’ll take them some practice and time, but they’ll get the job done.
They have to.
They promised me that they would.
I run a hand back through my hair as I walk out of the house to catch up with what I seemingly left behind.
For now, Taylee’s legacy is safe.
That’s all I can ask for.