But I never graced any of these comments with a reply. We knew Boomer was fine and that there no chance of genetic defects because Mason and I aren’t blood-related. Sure enough, our baby was born, and he’s healthy and thriving, which makes me so happy.
So for now, we live a quiet life. Mason hasn’t announced whether he’ll compete in the next Olympics, but I know that’s what he’s planning. After all, USA Swimming has already called and said he’s their best chance for beating the Chinese and Australians. It seems like when a gold medal’s up for grabs, other problems fall to the wayside, however intractable they’d seemed.
And for us? Well, we’re married now, for better and worse. We’re still stepsister and stepbrother, but the death do us part is real. It was a beautiful ceremony with our parents in attendance, not to mention some of my friends from the Donkey. Okay, some of the other dancers weren’t exactly appropriately dressed, but I love my girls anyways, and they’ve stood with me through thick and thin.
Besides, I love my man, Mason loves me, and we worked through a ton of issues together. Best of all, I have another surprise for him.
“Boomer,” I called over to my baby. Mason got out of the water with our son in his arms, gleaming droplets running off his massive form. God, his tool was so massive that it wrapped around his waist in those tight Speedos, and my mouth watered. But I have a surprise of my own today.
“Daddy’s done his work again,” I cooed in a sweet voice while batting my lashes playfully. “Is Boomer ready to be a big brother? Don’t you think that would be fun? A baby to add to the family?”
Mason’s growl was all that I needed to hear. My husband’s ravenous eyes and rapt, adoring gaze were answer enough. Our family was expanding, but it seems that he’s ready for it. After all, I seduced my stepbrother at the Donkey Club long ago, but now, he’s made me a mother twice over, and I love it. What’s next for us? I don’t know, but all that matters is the love we feel for one another, and the happiness that will carry us forward forevermore.
* * *
THE END