We kissed passionately in the elevator, my hands finding their way to her ass, and Stephanie’s to my cock, pressed up against the inside of my jeans yearning to break free. A liberation my sweet fiancée was more than happy to grant as soon as we were in my room, actually making to the bed that time.
Our clothes mostly still on, Stephanie swirled her tongue around the head of my cock in light, gentle circles, making me moan in pleasure. A sound which only led her taking the entire head into her warm little mouth and sucking as hard as she could.
Focusing on my head for a while, she moved in, working her way further down my shaft until she was swallowing nearly half my cock, not seeming to mind at all. She really had mastered her gag reflex since our first encounter after the wedding, my sweet Stephanie keeping her eyes on me all the time. Giving into temptation, I reach down and stroked her face as she sucked, Stephanie closing her eyes as she hummed contentedly, pressing her cheek against my palm.
She was unstoppable, sucking and licking ferociously until, she had brought every last drop of thick, hot cum from my balls, swallowing it all down, apparently in one mighty gulp.
“Sorry, I just needed to,” she said, wiping her lips.
“No complaints here, honey,” I chuckled.
Crawling up to face level, Stephanie kissed me, putting her leg over so she was half straddling me. A position I used to more easily undress her. Stephanie’s arms instantly went to her belly.
“Honey, it’s okay.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
She slowly moved her arms and let me take in the sight of her, swollen with my child. A surge of love overwhelmed me and I kissed her tenderly. I pulled the covers over us, and we snuggled until the night moved in, jetlag and general exhaustion taking over.
Epilogue - Stephanie
March weddings weren’t as popular as May, or even April, but we didn’t always do what was expected. It was also close enough to the ending where we’d met for the whole thing to feel the right level of meta. Not to mention that we were waiting for Karin to be old enough to take a bottle. A bottle of breast milk but a bottle just the same.
It was a bit too cool out for a park affair like Jonna and Seth had, despite how surprisingly awesome their wedding had been. Particularly with the bandstand bonanza that followed.
Still, I was keyed up for what we had planned. It took four months to plan with some incredibly good word put in by everyone. Who needed a wedding planner when you had an involved fiancé, trustworthy sister and rich brother-in-law?
We still tried to keep things within reason, like there were only two types of flowers decorating the chapel. The two we had decided were the ones no one in either of our families were allergic to. Apparently hay fever was a problem that afflicted both the Morris and Karlssen lines. We were going to be going through a lot of antihistamines between us and Karin in the next few years.
There came a rap on my door.
“Come in!”
“You look so beautiful,” Jonna gushed the moment she laid eyes on me.
“I should, you picked the dress.”
“Still, you fill it in really well.’
“Thanks?”
Before she could reply the organ ruled up with the familiar tune, and it was time to get down to business. It felt a little funny having Jonna as my Maid of Honor when she when so recently been the bride, but there was no one else in the would I rather have walk with me.
I moved down the aisle, knowing each step was bringing me closer to the life I’d always wanted, even if I didn’t know it at the time. Finally outgrowing my parents’ influence helped in noticing. The fact that my much younger sister never really seemed under their thrall, actually getting into arguments with my dad before she was even old enough to wear a bra, was not lost.
Turns out she always had been the independent one. It was just that going your own way left ample opportunity for screw-ups along the way. To her credit, she never made the same mistake twice, as far as I knew. So, all the times I’d thought I was rescuing her from certain doom, or at least great peril, I was actually helping her learn. Lessons that helped her become the strong, capable, confident adult I was finally beginning to see her as. Still, not the worst thing a big sister could do.
Karin was seated comfortably with Ragnar’s parents, mine boycotted when they found out I was marrying a metalhead, their loss really. I stepped up to the altar beside Ragnar, my heart bursting with love and joy.
I was so delirious with the emotion of it all, I nearly forgot my vows, even though we’d written them ourselves. Probably why I was able to remember them at all. Just being that close to Ragnar made me almost dizzy with all the happiness.