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The first time she came was little more than a gentle shiver. The second time she cried out. The third time was when I began to empty inside her, pouring my seed into her like emptying a faucet, I came and came and came and she mumbled and writhed atop me.
After, I kissed her face, her breasts, her belly. I ran my fingers through my gift that now streaked her thighs. She put her arms around me and we kissed like we had that first night, innocent and without expectation.
Later I showered. When I came out Steph was sitting at the dresser, a drawer open. I went up behind and looked over her, my arms on her shoulders.
"Put it on me, Matt," she said, reaching her hand back and placing a small ring in my palm. I looked at it. The last time I'd seen the ring was when I'd handed it across at her wedding. It had been Mom's, a simple gold band, not expensive but worth more than money.
"Do I need to be on my knees?" I asked.
"Not unless you mean to go down on me again, no."
I grinned and lifted her hand, slid the ring onto her finger. My cock thickened and began to fill. Steph idly stroked it, no purpose behind it, just the two of us being together. I leaned close and kissed her, wiped a tear from her cheek.
Steph turned back to the dresser and reached inside.
"Hold your hand out," she said, and I did. She opened her hand and showed me a second ring. It had been Pop's. It was thicker, scratched from where he'd always worn it to work, refusing to ever take it off whatever he was doing.
Steph slid it onto my finger. It was a little loose but stayed on.
"I want to come back with you," she said. "To Africa. Nobody knows me there. Tell them we met and got married." She held her hand up. "See, the rings prove it, don't they?" She giggled. "And we've got the same name in our passports." She kissed me. "I want to live with you forever, Matt, if you'll have me."
"Of course I'll have you," I said. "This was meant to be."
- COMMENTS
Anonymous11 months agoI gave this story a 2 star rating. The story was going along nicely then the author had a brain cramp a just had to add Carla to the mix. The author adding Carla and the in your face lesbian relationship was as much of a turn off as when other authors throw in the parents at the end of good sibling love story.
HankVErikover 1 year agoExcellent story. Very well paced and very hot. What was going to happen between Steph and Matt was a tad telegraphed, but what do you expect from an erotic story in this category. I’d love to see more of their relationship unfold, but perhaps from the point of view of an outsider after they return to Africa - or maybe even have Carla visit them there.
Anonymousover 1 year agoCarla? Why? It was just perfect as it was unfolding. But you had to take a page from So Cal porn industry, didn't you? ha ha ha
Anonymousover 2 years agoIn opposition to many, if not most, of the comments, I thought that Carla added just the right mix. Yes, it seemed like they were about to seal the deal, but either might have backed out. Adding Carla reduced the stress and allowed things to proceed more naturally. But hey, it’s just my opinion. In the end, it’s your story and you told it like you wanted. It was very good, worth every bit of five stars.
Tc
