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“Shit, shit, I’m going to come!” Mad grabs my shoulder.

“No! You fucking hold it. I want to see her choke on both our loads at the same time.”

He whimpers. Violet grabs our thighs, more tears streaming down her face. This is what I’ve always wanted. I spent so many nights jacking off to this image, granted my brother’s dick wasn’t in the picture, but back then I didn’t know this was possible. To have someone so willing to debase themselves for my and my brother’s pleasure.

We take it in turns to pull out of her, then fill her throat at once. Each time she thinks she knows what she’s getting next, I switch it up. Mad follows my lead without needing to be told what to do.

“Gag on it like a good fucking whore.”

I pull my t-shirt up and hold it with my teeth so I can get the best view. Violet’s greedy eyes take in my abs, and I flex my stomach to show off. I’ve put a lot of work into my body, and it’s been triple the effort to maintain, but so fucking worth it for Vi to look at me like that.

Her fingers trace over the scar on my thigh. It tingles, my muscles twitching under the skin. But it doesn’t hurt. All I’m feeling now is pleasure.

“I seriously can’t hold it.” Mad is sweating. I only now realize that he’s still holding onto me. It feels oddly right, the three of us connected in this unholy trinity in our childhood home, no less.

Dropping my shirt, I say, “You better suck harder, sweetheart. It’ll be you getting punished if our brother finishes too soon.”

She panics and swallows. One hand flying up to cup my balls and play with them just the way I like.

“Fuck, that’s it,” I encourage her and stroke her head. She screams around us as she hits her peak first.

“I’m-I’m coming!” Mad whimpers, his hips thrusting forward and freezing in that position as he comes in her mouth. It washes over my cock and Violet’s tongue laps us both clean. The sensation is my undoing.

“Take it all, sweetheart. Choke. On. It.” Mad’s cock has softened enough for mine to pop right into Violet’s throat where I empty myself. She gags around me, swallowing it down like a goddamn natural.

Stumbling backward, I slip from her mouth and brace myself against the desk. “That was—” I’m too out of breath to talk.

“Intense,” Mad finishes my thought.

“It was amazing,” Violet sighs, flopping back on the bed.

“Don’t go getting too comfy,” I tell her. She props herself up on her elbows. Her face is an absolute mess of tears, mascara, milk, and come. “I have plans for you to ride my face andthen we’re milking you again before filling your pussy up and parading you around town.”

CHAPTER 20

MAX

I’ve never felt prouder than I do in this moment. I’m walking through my hometown, hand in hand with my ex-stepsister who is now my fiancée, my come dripping down her thighs, and my babies in her belly. My brother looks just as smug as me on her other side in his sunglasses with a wide grin on his face. Between us, Violet is smiling sweetly, observing the scenery around her without a care in the world. This is how it was always meant to be.

We get a few looks from some old faces I recognize, and their shock only makes me feel smugger.

The town is small enough for word to spread quickly, so I’m assuming that news of our engagement and pregnancy is already out. Well, the pregnancy part definitely is now if it wasn’t before. Violet’s dress does nothing to hide the swell of her stomach.

“There’s a new clothes store! Can we see if they have a baby section?” Violet picks up speed and drags us toward the store.

“Of course. But don’t we have enough clothes? The drawers are packed full at home.”

She stops and gives me a serious look. “Max. We are going to be dealing with three little poop machines, the more clothes the better.”

“She’s right,” Mad agrees, and with that, we’re heading into the store.

Violet hurries excitedly to the newborn section, and we follow slowly behind her, keeping watch like two bodyguards.

“Are you still sure about what you said before?” Mad asks once she’s out of earshot. He takes his sunglasses off, and there’s a nervous look in his eye. I know exactly what he’s talking about.

“Yes.” I’ve thought about it plenty. Pictured Violet’s face when she sees who’s waiting for her at the altar. How she’ll cry happy tears when she says I do to someone who’s not me. And it doesn’t make me sad because she’s going to be doing it all with a part of me.

“We could draw straws instead?”