You see, Luke and I are step-siblings, and our love is one that’s technically forbidden. We didn’t know when we embarked on our relationship two years ago, but when I’d found out, I’d immediately left him, not wanting to smear this powerful, potent man with the shadow of incest.
It’d been too late for me though. I was already pregnant with Georgie, and my joy upon finding out had been so overwhelming I’d nearly cried in relief. I’d never be able to see Luke again, but I’d always have a reminder of him in my beautiful boy with his grey eyes and raven hair just like his father’s.
Until one day, Luke had stumbled upon us. Georgie’s resemblance to his father had been far too strong to deny, and Luke had immediately swept him up, beginning the whirlwind of activity that I’d always associated with my strong, powerful alpha male.
He’d moved us out of the public housing projects to live with him in his penthouse apartment in this exclusive gated community. But it hadn’t all been wine and roses – he’d been so angry with me for keeping Georgie from him for the past two years that he’d raped me, forcing his cock into my untested anal canal.
But I love him, have always loved him, and the rape was nothing more than an act of love between two people furious at one another, but also loving desperately. We had coupled in a wild, instinctual manner that was one hundred percent consensual even though it was out of control and brutal in some respects.
I’d still had his cum dripping out of me when he’d shepherded me off to that charity event. And when I realized that he was going to force a confrontation between myself and Robert Woodson, and reveal to his entire social circle that he’d had a baby with his stepsister, I’d completely collapsed, the world a whirl as the floor came rushing up to me.
And here we were. I must have hit my head on something because I could feel a dull throbbing pain on the back of my skull, and my thoughts were still woozy from shock and disbelief.
How could Luke do this to me? To himself? How could we have normal lives if we were outed to the public? We’d be shamed and humiliated. Even if people were too scared to say anything to the rich and powerful Luke Miller’s face, there would always be whispers and sneaky glances, always the hush of “Did you know …?”
I wasn’t prepared to live like that. It’s one thing for me to disappear back to the projects where I was born and raised, but I couldn’t stand that my baby boy would be forever branded the product of incest. Georgie deserved better, and I needed to make sure my son had a fair shot in the world.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Luke
I was in my study, trying to get my eyes to focus on some spreadsheets. After Alana’s accident, I’d worked from home, not bothering to go into Atlantis Records for the past week. Her vitals were good but there was still no sign of life and I wanted to be there when she woke. So I’d become her sentry, sitting by her bed through the night, hovering like a watchful guardian over the beautiful blonde.
The only good part about this was Georgie. I’d held my son as we watched over his mom, and the bond between us was deep and immutable. The little boy had charmed me thoroughly. Even if we hadn’t been biologically related, the chubby child with his waving fists and innocent eyes had completely won me over. I was more than in love … I was head over heels with my son, hands down.
I’d tucked Georgie in for the night though, and sat staring at the spreadsheets before me. I’d received calls and emails from various friends and associates, asking about the blonde, curious if everything was okay. And of course, there was the ominous voicemail from my stepdad, requesting a callback.
Fuck it. I was my own man. My stepdad was gearing up for a political run and wanted my help in fundraising. After all, I’m a powerful man in New York City, and any public office is as much a function of money as it is votes. But I couldn’t see how to square this away … potential senator has a grandson by his daughter and stepson? Potential senator is a leading proponent of family values, except when it comes to his own family? The press would have a field day. I groaned, the issues so tangled with no clear moral guideposts.
Suddenly, I heard a soft rapping on the door.
“Thanks Conchita, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I called out. Conchita was our housekeeper cum nanny.
The door creaked open though, and I swiveled in my chair. It was unlike Conchita to come in without being invited, and it must have been something extraordinary. Instead, I saw a ghostly vision of Alana, thin and terribly pale, slip into my office.
Her long blonde hair hung loosely down her back, and she wore nothing but a white silk robe that I’d put next to her bed. Bastard that I was, my eyes immediately roved over her figure, noting the pale face and thin hands, but also the fact that she must have been naked underneath the robe. I could see the tips of her breasts cresting against the white satin, and her thighs were smooth and delicious under the short hemline.
“Alana!” I started, bolting out of my chair. I rushed over to her and grabbed her in my arms, holding her close, being careful not to break her fragile bones. Her scent wafted up to me, sweet and natural, just like a wildflower.
She relaxed against me momentarily before pulling away again.
“Luke, don’t …” she said quietly.
I wasn’t sure if she meant “don’t” physically or emotionally. She was mentally fragile, sure, but it was also possible that she’d felt my burgeoning erection against her tummy. I couldn’t help it. Everything about this woman turned me on, even when she was just up from her sickbed.
“Down boy!” I mentally commanded my unruly dick. Fortunately, the gravity of the situation seemed to restrain him somewhat, and he didn’t grow further, even if he didn’t exactly deflate.
“Alana, are you okay?” I growled. “How do you feel?” My outpouring of love and support was impossible to stop. Now that I knew that this woman meant the world to me, I could hardly mask my feelings, instead carrying on like a twelve year-old boy.
“Luke, I’m okay,” she said softly, her hands lying on my chest. She was so tiny against me, a gust of wind could blow her over in an instant. And yet this brave, beautiful woman had borne a child on her own, and raised him as a single mother for two years. My heart turned over again, and I dropped a sweet kiss on her neck.
“Wildflower, tell me how you feel,” I rumbled into her ear, nibbling at her lobe and pressing more kisses against her neck. I felt her stiffen but then relax in my arms, growing boneless and loose. I swept her up and sat in the big couch in my office, cradling her like a child.
“Tell me what it is…” I breathed. Bastard that I am, I could feel her little rump against my erection and he was growing hard again. I could also see into the vee of her neckline, and the sight of those pale, creamy mounds didn’t help.
“Luke, I’m so confused,” she murmured against me, nestling into my chest as if seeking my heat. “How long was I out for? My head still hurts and there’s a pounding behind my eyes that just won’t stop.”
“Honey, you were out for a week. I was so worried. Everyone’s been so worried, including Georgie,” I said. “But our baby boy is fine,” I continued. “He misses his mama, but he’s been eating and growing like a hungry two year-old.”
“Oh my god, Georgie!” she cried. “I’d been weaning him, were you able to use the extra breast milk that I had?”
“Yes,” I hushed. “We found the spare supply in the refrigerator and Conchita has been feeding him a combination of your breast milk and formula. Georgie’s never been happier,” I reassured her.
I didn’t tell her that it’d been a delightful shock to discover that she’d been lactating. When I’d seen that first wet spot on her patient gown, I’d been confused. Georgie was almost two, wasn’t he too old to be breastfeeding? But the nurse had explained that some children breast feed for much longer, and evidently my son liked the taste of his mother’s milk.
Plus, I’d been in charge of pumping her during her coma. The nurse had explained that she needed to be pu
mped twice a day, and I’d dutifully attached the mechanical pump to her nipples and let it whir as she lay in her hospital bed. My feelings were mixed and deeply, dangerously dirty. On the one hand, I was sad that my baby wasn’t getting his milk straight from his mother, but at the same time, I was secretly coveting the warm, nutritious liquid he drank each day. On more than a few occasions, I’d cleaned her up by lapping at her nipples after a pumping session, savoring the taste of my Wildflower in a delicious new way.
Even now, I could see a damp stain on the front of her white silk robe. The material was so sheer that even a few drops would cause it to become transparent, and I could make out her rosy nipples pressed against the white fabric, her creamy mounds looking ripe and ready.
Without thinking, I let my index finger trail up the curve of her cleavage to circle one of the wet peaks with the pad of my finger. She tossed her head and moaned, almost in pain.
I stopped immediately. “Wildflower, is this ok?” I asked softly.
“Oh Luke,” she sighed. “I’m just so confused,” she murmured. “What are we going to do?”
“Baby, I don’t know yet, but we’ll find a way,” I promised, breathing into her ear and nuzzling her neck. “For now, just feel okay? You’ve been out for a while and there’s no need to stress yourself out before you’re even back on your feet.”
She acquiesced and lay back in my arms, spread out before me like a feast. It was more than I could have hoped for, and my senses went into overdrive at once. My cock popped hard against my fly, and every muscle in my body stiffened, as if getting ready to drive itself into her.
I leaned over her ravenously, softly kissing her neck before trailing my lips down to the vee of her robe. The material had parted somewhat, and the insides of her creamy jugs were displayed. I could see the areola of one peeping out, and took the opportunity to trail my lips against that sensitive flesh.
“Ohh!” she sighed, her chest heaving underneath me. Her boob was delicious, the flesh soft, creamy and oh so sweet under my tongue. Her jugs were firm, yet pillowy, and I nuzzled them, letting my face get bounced between the enormous mounds. I trailed my tongue to a nipple and this time latched on, catching the little nub between my teeth.
“Oh!” she moaned, her body twisting in my lap. Now that I knew what to look for, I could taste a few droplets of milk on my tongue. I raised my hand to her boob and began squeezing it rhythmically, milking her as I suckled. My fist started at the base of her tit, firmly applying pressure as I moved over the tip and then finished with a twist near the top. Sure enough, milk began squirting gently into my mouth, the jets warm and succulent.
Alana realized what was happening and sat up with a gasp, struggling to cover herself as her robe fell around her hips.
“Stop, Wildflower, shhh,” I soothed, stroking her thigh as I continued to nuzzle. “We realized you were lactating when you were in a coma, and kept pumping the breast milk for Georgie,” I murmured.
“You … you were pumping my breast milk?” she asked with a horrified squeal.
I sat up and looked her in the eye. “Yes baby, I was,” I stated. “And there is nothing that makes me more proud than the mother of my child nursing my son so that he gets the best nutrients. I was incredibly gratified to know that my child wasn’t raised on formula,” I growled, stroking the curve of her cheek as she flushed hotly.
“Thank you so much for taking such good care of my baby … our baby,” I amended. “You are a wonderful mother,” I added.
She seemed to melt beneath me, and I knew I could have my way with her. I lay her out full-length on the couch and stretched out on top of her, balancing on my forearms so not to crush her with my mass. The snake of my erection lay heavily against her thigh though, and I was happy that she didn’t squirm away with anger or shock.
I pressed kisses against her neck and décolletage, softly undoing the tie to the silk robe so that she was completely nude beneath me. I have never seen such female perfection to this day. Her limbs were slender and pale, her skin luminous. Sweetly, she arched her back, her wet nipples begging for my touch.
I obliged and began suckling once more, tasting the mother’s milk. Never have I experienced such an aphrodisiac as nursing from a woman I loved. Her breast flesh was so sensitive yet firm too, the life-giving liquid pulsing into my mouth in sweet, hot spurts.
I trailed a hand up her thigh, gently so as not to unsettle her. My fingers slipped to her warm folds and were gratified to find that they were already damp, the flesh engorged and moist. I probed her clit with a fingertip, rubbing the nub until she sighed into my mouth, and then circling it before moving lower to sample her hole.
Her cunny was warm and hot, with liquid pouring slightly into my hand. I teased her nether lips, massaging the sensitive flesh before probing deeper into her hole. Her inner channel was steaming and hot, and I pulled apart her lips to get a better look at her insides … ah yes, she was undeniably aroused, her inner vulva deep pink and glistening, the warm folds trailing a bead of damp, white moisture.
Eager to taste, I gave up suckling for a moment and scooted down so that I lay between her thighs. I moved them gently, careful not to manhandle my wildflower, and lowered my face to her twat for a deep sniff. She was fragrant, sweetly aromatic with the deep spice of arousal.
I tickled her for a moment with my tongue, lightly trailing up her pussy lips. She squirmed a bit underneath me and breathed my name.
“Luke!” she cried. My heart flipped over. She’d said my name during sex when we first became lovers two years ago, but since then, she’d remained resolutely mute during our lovemaking, only breathy cries and gasps alerting me to her needs. My name on her lips cemented my resolve to protect this girl and our baby boy forever, and I was literally trembling as I dipped my head to taste her again.
Her hips began bucking underneath my mouth, and I suckled her clit as my finger penetrated her depths. I began a gentle rhythm in her vulva, one finger in and out, but it didn’t seem to be enough.
“More!” she cried breathily.
I slipped another finger into her, which assuaged her somewhat, but her bucking hips seemed to need more, and obligingly, I penetrated her with three fingers, her flesh splitting wide to accommodate my girth. My hand glistened with her juices as I continued to suckle, her sweet body writhing underneath me. With a slight shudder, Alana came hotly, a gush of wetness hitting my tongue as her body tingled and thrashed beneath me. Her cunny pulsed sweetly around my fingers, clenching down hard and then releasing and clenching again, the tremors hot and fast as they ran through her body. She gasped, her breasts hard peaks pointing towards the ceiling as she was wracked with sensation, her body beautiful and bare to my eyes.
As she came down from the orgasm, she turned to me and ran a gentle hand down my chest.
“What about you?” she asked softly.
“Baby, I’m not sure you’re ready for me,” I ground out roughly. “You were sick recently and I’m so big …” I trailed.
Her little palm went down to my hardness and encircled it. I almost came right then and there. It was heaven after I wasn’t sure that I was ever going to feel her on me again. She squeezed lightly, savoring the delight of hard flesh wrapped in softness, and tantalizingly ran her finger over my tip where a drop of pre-cum glistened.
Flirtatiously, she brought her finger to her lips and tasted the pre-cum, letting her tongue lick lasciviously.
“I think I can handle it,” she purred softly, kissing me on the lips.
That was all I needed to hear. I rolled her over onto her back, split her legs, and plunged into her depths with my cock. She gasped, her voice breathy and hot in my mouth.
“Luke!” she cried. The sound of my name on her lips drove me over the edge and I began pumping into her furiously, my hips like a piston as I ran in and out of her soft flesh. Her wetness encased me like a velvet glove, stimulating my glans and the hard shaft that ran repeatedly into her flesh. I pumped like a madman,
trying to control myself, but totally lost in the arms of my beautiful wildflower. My arms strained as my groin tightened, and I felt my balls lift and begin to release.
“AAH!” I roared as I pumped into her, my man milk seeding her over and over again. Rope after rope of cum emptied into her hot channel, her pussy trembling as it contracted around me, sucking up the semen hungrily. Her cunny tightened and relaxed around my shaft, milking me dry, and my balls strained and trembled as they contracted, pumping hot sperm into the only woman who was right for me.
I collapsed on her, crushing the tiny woman beneath my massive frame.
“Baby …” I began. “Baby … I’ve never felt so complete. You are everything to me,” I murmured into her neck. “I love you so much, I can’t ever let you go.”
I felt, rather than heard, her sob. What the …? What man tells a woman he loves her only to have her start crying beneath him? I lifted myself up and looked deeply into her blue eyes. They were indeed swimming with tears and she caressed my face as a drop trailed down her cheek.
“Luke …” she said. “You can’t understand how grateful I am for your kindness to me this past week,” she said. “Taking care of Georgie … taking care of me … it’s what every woman dreams of. But …” her voice trailed off.
“But what?” I demanded. “What is it?”
“But …” she said softly. “We’re still siblings. People will talk, and there will always be rumors if we’re together. And so … I’m not sure what’s next for us, but we can’t go public, do you understand? I want Georgie to have a sane and normal life, and that isn’t possible if we’re together.”
I shushed her with a deep kiss, letting my lips do the talking.
“Alana,” I said. “I’m not sure how to fix this, but I refuse to let the two of you just waltz out of my life again. I’ll find a way. Do you hear me? I will find a way to fix this. Just trust me on this.”
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