Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“I know Papi. I know.” I hang my head because I feel like an awful son for not opening up to him, but I can’t. I am not ready yet. Shouldn’t she be the first one to know her life has changed?
“Very well. That is it boys.” The three of us get up from the table. My mission is to make it back to my bedroom window, but Bastian pats my back.
“Come on baby brother, let’s go play Call of Duty.” Asshole. He knows I can’t resist some violence and he also knows it is a great way to distract me and get me talking. My first inclination is to decline, but I think better of it. It would be good to share some of this with someone so it is not so heavy and can give me some relief day to day. I nod my head and follow him downstairs. Game set up and started, he throws a bag of Doritos at me and wastes no time. “Spill it, Alex. What's going on?”
“It’s a girl, Bastian.” I hesitate to tell him who she is exactly, but now that he has me spilling my guts like a cry baby, I might as well let it out. “She lives across the street.” He stops moving his controller and turns to me, face shocked and amused.
“Well shit. Isn’t he the town pastor?”
“Yes.”
“Well fuck. So much for flying under the radar.”
“I know right. It’s fucked, but it's too late.” he turns back to the screen and says nothing. We continue playing for a bit before my dad comes down.
“Boys, have you seen Mateo?”
“No. He was just upstairs.”
“I know. I went to his suite to ask him a question and he wasn’t there. His phone is turned off.” Well hell.
Bastian and I play another twenty minutes before calling it a night. My first stop is to my window to see if anything has changed and it hasn’t. In need of a shower and relief, I turn the water on cold, take off my tee and jeans and stand under the shower for a few minutes.
I picture my Pequeña naked in the water with me, perky tits wet with a droplet of water threatening to fall from one. Jealous of the water that gets to caress her, I beat the droplet to the ground and lick it from her areola, bathing it in my saliva. I know it is petty to be in competition with running water for who can make her wetter, but she is MINE and nothing will best me.
Ah shit. The vision is decadent. I grip my cock under the ice cold water and that is not enough to douse the fire in me.
She’ll moan and keen while my teeth and tongue worship her ripe, sensitive nipples. Tiny trickles of sweet cream will meet my tastebuds, showing me what my sons will have every day, multiple times a day. My hands will caress her swollen belly before sliding down to her throbbing pussy, the very one that made the life inside of her. Shit. Swollen belly? What the fuck? The crazy thing is, it doesn’t seem crazy, I squeeze my cock harder, punishing him for what I don’t know, the red and purple coloring is proof I am trying to choke the life out of him.
Though the water is hot, her body shivers when I touch her throbbing nub and suck her buds simultaneously. It has been six months since I broke her cherry, but every time I fuck her I have to get her primed first... my baby is tiny in every way…”Alex.” she cries my name when she feels she is going to fall over. “Fall, Pequeña…come for your husband so I can fuck this pregnant pussy.”
Oh shit. The word pregnant pushes me to the brink. Come shoots onto the tile walls. My rage, and frustration resounds in the shower as I wail and pound the tile calling her name. Fuck. Did I just spray my bathroom wall with visions of her pregnant? What the fuck?
I should be freaking out right now. Babies? Wife? Words that would turn any teen into a block of ice. However, right now, at this moment, I feel like I have been handed the keys to the city. Pregnant. Knocked up. Bred. Breed her. Put my kid in her belly so no one can take her from me. Oh fuck yes! That is the answer. This is the solution. Breed the fuck out of her over and over for the rest of our lives. Now I just have to do it without alerting her at first. Does that make me an asshole? Yes. Do I give a fuck? Hell no. I told you, once my mind is made up, there is no going back.
Tomorrow can’t come fast enough. Time to change both our lives.