Stefano's Peach

“Oh my god!!!” I would know that voice anywhere.

“Tori!!” I run to my sister, both of us jumping up and down crying. We haven’t spent one day apart from the moment we were born until all of this craziness. I didn’t realize how empty my heart felt until this moment. I mean we have spoken in short spurts over the past few weeks but seeing each other is something else. “What are you doing here?” I ask her, wiping the tears from my face.

“Apparently, Preston and Stefano realized how much we both needed this and set it up.” I turn to look at him and he winks at me. “Come on, let’s go sit.” She pulls me to the couch while the guys stay on the other side of the room talking.

“Tori, you look great. I miss you so much,” I say, pulling her into another hug.

“Me too, Lera. God, look at you. You look so... happy and bright. Are you happy?” she asks, holding my hands.

“Yes. I really am. He is amazing. I never knew life could be like this. I love him so much, Tori.” it’s true. He is my dream come true.

“Good. You want to tell me about this rock on your finger?” I duck my head blushing.

“I’m sorry. I was going to tell you I swear. I just wanted to wait until we both had more than a few minutes to talk.”

“It’s ok. I am just so happy for you. So what’s going on with the baby situation?”

“Well, we go back next Friday to get an HCG test and see what the hormone levels say. I want this so bad, Tor.” I tell her squeezing her hands. She squeezes mine back, her eyes knowing and filled with hope.

“I know you do. You were always the one out of the five of us that simply wanted a family. Looks like you are on your way.” I hear the wispy tone in her voice and know she is keeping something from me.

“Enough about me. How are things going on your end? What’s happening with the baby? You and Preston?” she turns from me a little which is usually her tell when she is going to brush me off.

“Everything is fine. You know, we ended up going about it the old school way so it will take more time to find out. But we are optimistic.” I note she doesn’t answer the question about Preston.

“Tori…”

“I promise I will tell you when I am ready to talk about it. Ok? I swear.” I see her fighting tears and know she wouldn’t want to be crying in here in front of them.

“Fine. But we are going to talk. I am your sister and I am here for you. I love you.” I pull her in for a hug and kiss her cheek.

“You ladies ready for lunch?” Preston asks, walking over to her and taking her hand in his. Looking at him, I clearly see love on his face. So I am perplexed by what is bothering her. But, I don’t have time to think about it.

“Peach,” Stefano says before holding his hand out to me. I smile and get up. Looking at the four of us, I feel like everything is finally right.Chapter FifteenStefanoFive Months LaterThis girl. “Kalera, get your ass in here and hop on this dick,” I yell to her as she takes forever in the bathroom. I have been sitting on this bed stroking my cock for the past five minutes, waiting on my wife to come out here so I can violate her for the second time today. The first time was this morning before she even stretched her body. My eyes land on the ring looking back at me and I smile. I can still hear her fussy voice as I ushered her onto the jet headed to Vegas. See, I tried to give her time to plan a wedding. I was patient, helpful, and even hired her some help, but my lovely peach is such a perfectionist it still was taking fucking forever. So, I took matters into my own hands. I called a beautiful church and had the dress she picked flown to the chapel.

When I picked her sexy ripe ass up from the nail shop, put her on the plane, and didn't answer her until we were halfway there, I thought she was going to brain me. She pitched a fit and called me a jerk. She tried to pout, but in the end, I took her to the bedroom in the back and all was forgiven. It helped that I had a few surprises waiting for her too. All I needed was to have that second band on her finger proving she was mine forever and the feeling of the band around my finger proving the same. I thought that would ease the obsession inside of me. It didn’t. Nothing cools the need, possessiveness, and never-ending devotion. Nothing ever will.