“Yes, but now, onto more important things,” I growl. “Your bottom please.”
This time, Tracy reverts to the super-slut that I know and love, and she tosses the sheet off her generous curves with a giggle. Then, the curvy girl gets on her hands and knees before reaching backwards to pull her cheeks apart, showing off that tight brown hole.
“Right here, Daddy,” she coos playfully. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
With that, it’s on and I thrust into that marble peach with one swift stroke. My sweet girl shrieks a bit, literally jolted forwards from the invasion, but then she relaxes, and soon, I’m giving those round curves a deep bottom bang.
Yet my mind wanders a bit because what my brother did was cowardly. I can’t even imagine pretending to be another man in order to convince women to sleep with me. But you know what? That’s not my problem because right now, my only focus is making sure my sweet girl achieves climax, and as Tracy moans and grunts beneath me, I know I’m close to hitting that goal.
“Rick!” she screams, her voice muffled a bit by the fingers I’ve crammed into her mouth. “Unhhh!”
“That’s it,” I rasp, going even faster as I ream her bottom. My thrusts are utterly violent now, our flesh slapping loudly as I claim that coffee pucker. “Fuck yeah.”
With that, we both soar into the Heavens before bursting as one. Fireworks explode before my eyes as I let out a low growl, my shaft jerking as it spurts lash after lash of hot white into my girl’s bottom. Meanwhile, Tracy lets go too, letting out a long, low wail of pleasure that fills the room, ringing in my ears. Her sweet form trembles and then convulses, spasming hard even while pulling my seed deep into that fleshy form.
Finally, we tumble back to Earth, panting and heaving, our skin sheened in sweat.
“Goodness,” she murmurs in a dazed voice. “That was unreal.”
I merely press a kiss to her damp shoulder.
“Itwasunreal, sweetheart,” I growl. “But the most unreal part is still coming, you’ll see.”
After all, I’m going to get my revenge on my twin brother. It won’t be evil or anything like that, but James can’t steal my identity and think he’s going to walk away scot-free. Instead, I’ve got a plan in mind, and it’s going to be fun executing it.
9
Tracy
Iset the table with delicate bone china as delicious aromas waft to my nostrils.
“Am I really meeting my Uncle James tonight?” Amelia asks, helping me place the napkins. Her big blue eyes are innocent and wide as I nod.
“We are. We’reallgoing to meet him,” I say in a firm voice.
Amelia nods.
“But why haven’t I met him before?”
I go to my knees and look into the little girl’s eyes while lightly gripping her narrow shoulders.
“It’s because Daddy’s adopted, remember? Grandma and Grandpappy adopted Daddy long ago, but evidently there were two babies to be adopted and no one told them. Your dad was one, and Uncle James was the other. Don’t worry though. Uncle James went to another family, but now that he and Daddy have found one another, we’re all going to be family.”
Amelia nods somberly while placing another napkin on the table.
“Does Uncle James have any kids?” she asks.
I shake my head.
“Not that I know of, but I think he might be having one in the future. Wouldn’t that be fun to have cousins to play with?”
The little girl’s face lights up as she claps her hands with pleasure.
“Yes! I won’t be an only child anymore!”
I press a fond kiss to her head before stepping back and giving her a stern look.
“That’s true, but remember, you’re not going to stay for the whole dinner, honey. Uncle James is going to arrive, and you’ll say hi, but then you’re going straight to bed. It’s almost 8 p.m. sweetheart, and six year old girls need their rest.”