Surprised by My Sister's Bestie

I push lower this time, getting my chest as close to the ground as possible, and my spine creaks. With the amount of running I'm doing lately, I have no choice but to take stretching more seriously.

Across the walkway, an old lady, my upstairs neighbor, I think, gives me a sympathetic smile as she lugs a grocery bag into the building. She's probably used to the sight by now: Roman Miller, sweating the anxiety through his shirt.

She's not far off the mark.

I miss Maddie.

We used to talk constantly. Texts. Voice notes. Phone sex. Dirty phone sex, at that. With props. Now it's down to a handful of distracted messages a week and the occasional scheduled call that feels more like a lifeline than anything.

The last time she sent me a picture was six weeks ago. I hate that I know the exact date.

A gnawing, nervous needle constantly prods my chest. I keep a wary eye on my phone, startled by any notification, only to be left sorely disappointed when it's some robocall or a random Insta story. I feel like a teenage mess.

However, she has her own stuff going on in Florida. An internship, her family, and some new friends. I need to let her live her life. I'd hate to think she'd spent the summer as a recluse, only waiting to get back to me.

I switch legs, stretching one calf up on the rim of the concrete flower bed, and that's when my phone vibrates.

I fumble and yank the smartphone from my Lycra running shorts, pressing it to my ear without even checking the caller.

"Hello?" I suppress the anxiety, try to sound like good ol' Rom.

"Hey," Claudia's voice is just different enough from her younger sister's. I narrowly avoid embarrassing myself. "How are you doing?"

This is out of left field. Did Maddie say something? No, she would have warned me.

"Better than you, I suppose," I say. "I heard you'll have the whole gang coming over."

Maddie's been talking nonstop about her youngest nephew's birthday party. Claudia is dead set on having every last relative over. A bit overkill for something the one-year-old will definitely not remember.

"Straight to business?" She says, sounding like a trap sprung around me. "I like that. Just got off the phone with your parents. They're coming and taking Paige with them. You're the last Miller on the list. What do you say?"

It takes me a few seconds to process her words. Apparently, "neighbors down the block whose son she sometimes babysat and daughter is BFF with her sister" now count as "relatives" in Claudia's eyes.

I cringe at what that logic would imply about my relationship with Maddie.

She catches on to my silence.

"Come on, Rom," she urges. "You can make it a vacation. Take a week off. Enjoy the beach. Some good company!"

This is so tempting. And I've thought about it before. Spending some time under the sun with Maddie.

But it also feels intrusive, almost desperate. If Maddie wanted me to visit, she'd have told me so. She's never been shy about asking for what she wants.

"I dunno, Claudia," I say. "This feels like a lot of flying..."

Claudia doesn't let me finish. "Get your ass down here, Rom."

===

The Uber barely slows before peeling off again, leaving me dumped in the posh, sunbaked suburban street.

Claudia and James, her husband, make a pretty good living. The house is as I remember it, lavish and impressive, but undercut by the collection of plastic toys discarded at the most random spots. To my surprise, the driveway is empty save for Claudia's own beat-up SUV.

I regret not texting beforehand, and ring the bell. Maddie doesn't know I'm coming. I hope she'll enjoy the surprise.

A minute goes by, and the door doesn't open. I check my phone, feeling the sun burning my neck. It's too late for nap time, right? When I'm sure, I ring a second time.

Two attempts later, I decide to go around and see if anyone's on the deck.

I hear splashing noises as soon as I round the first corner of the house. The pool, of course.

The backyard's fantastic. I follow a curved path through professional landscaping that probably costs more than my car. Up ahead is a deck made of fancy tropical wood, spotless, with a complete dining setup and enough seating for a small army.

Below that, the pool. Fake rocks. A large pool house. I'm never paying for food around Claudia again.

I can see two blonde heads. One is bobbing up and down in the water, hair tied in a top knot to keep it from getting wet. The other's poking over the backrest of a chaise lounge, facing away from me.

At this distance, I can't tell the two sisters apart.

That is, until the swimmer spots me. She waves, grabs the edge of the pool, and hoists herself out of the water, revealing her bare chest.

Claudia seems unbothered by how much I get to see. She smiles. Flags me down. I shrug, shake my head, and speed up. At least now I know where Maddie got her topless tanning habits from.

Maddie spins around on her chair when she catches on to my presence. All I can see is her face, hidden as she is by the chair, but it's all I need.

That smile.

A solar smile, her white teeth shining against her skin gilded by the Florida sun. It's hard to tell where her forehead finishes, and her honey strands begin. Only her blue eyes manage to detach themselves, following my every move.

Just like that, the built-up anxiety fades away, making me feel like I'm flying for the last few paces separating us. Her instant reaction, the unabashed happiness on her face, dispels every doubt.

It takes all of my self-control not to throw myself at her. Not with Claudia right there.

Maddie bolts to her knees, gripping the top of the backrest. No top either, only the mermaid pendant I bought her for Christmas. No surprise there.

"Rom," she calls. Almost a squeal, only contained by her teeth clamping down on her lower lip, turning it white.

I don't even try to hide my eyes traveling down from her face. I drink in her glistening breasts, golden like the rest of her skin.

They're so good at keeping my attention that I almost miss her swollen belly until I'm barely a foot away from her.

This stops me dead in my tracks.

I look up. Her sultry little lip bite has turned into anxious chewing. Her eyes are peering at me, scanning my face for any reaction. She reaches out and grabs my hand.

For an instant, I try to convince myself it's not what I think.

My eyes keep darting up and down her body. But there's no doubt. That belly doesn't belong on her frame.

"Is it mine?" Are the only words that come to me.

Maddie's expression shifts once more. Anger this time.

"Of course," she snaps. Then her voice softens again. Her second-hand flies to my elbow, squeezing me, keeping me from fleeing. "What are you doing here?"

"Birthday?" My mind is still reeling, with only Maddie's misty eyes to pin me down.

In a few seconds, I can come up with half a dozen encounters with murky protection at best.

Fuck. This might be real.

She giggles, as she always does. As if things have not changed. "It's next week, dumbass."

"I'm the one who told him to get here today," Claudia cuts in. She's wrapped herself in a towel. Having her tits out would have dulled just how cold she sounds. "I wanted to confirm my suspicions."

It's a contest between Claudia and me to see who can start rapid-firing questions first. But Maddie undercuts us both.

"Can you give us half an hour?" She asks her older sister, still clinging to my hand. She sounds too young to be this pregnant. "Please. It's the first time we've seen each other in months."

Claudia's eyes narrow, aimed straight at me. She doesn't say anything, just huffs, turns, and stomps back into the house.

"Maddie," I'm not sure where I'm going. But I'm sure I manage to put some meaning into her name.

She leans into me, balancing herself on the chair to kiss me. It's soft, sweet. For a time, the thoughts swirling inside my head settle. All that matters is her smell, her warmth, her taste, the feeling of her breath on my skin.

"That goes for you two," she murmurs. "Half an hour, then you can ask whatever you want."

Maddie bolts to her feet, still clad in nothing but her tiny bikini bottoms. She pulls me behind her, dazed, mumbling.

Instead of heading for the house, she drags us toward the pool house. It's almost comical watching her throw her full weight against the big sliding glass door that runs the length of the little building.

Inside, there's a sofa bed with messy covers. Clothes everywhere. A few tubes of makeup scattered across the bar. Her laptop is open on a chair. Dead battery. Only the kitchenette's untouched. My head spins.

It's a weird mix of sleek patio furniture and dorm room clutter. A very Maddie-coded space.

"They're making you stay here?" I ask, stepping into the room. The air is fresh, and smells like her.

She shrugs.

"I had a room inside the house, but the nephews are constantly on my case," she sits on the edge of the bed, shifting just enough to push her chest forward, catching my eyes before they drift lower. "This is the only place I can get some peace and quiet."

Then she lifts her legs, slow and straight, and glides her bikini bottoms down her glowing skin.

"At least you've got AC," I say, grinning at her antics.

"Yeah," she purrs, tossing the flimsy garments at my chest.

I don't even try to catch them. They can stay right there on the ground.

She leans back onto her elbows, opening herself for me. Her baby bump bulges over her petite frame. Her belly button's popped. Pink stretch marks rise in soft lines above the familiar blonde patch between her legs.

"You like it?" she asks shyly.

I let my eyes roam over her swollen breasts. Her nipples have turned a few shades darker. But when I reach her face, I find her eyes, seeking me, unchanged.

"You're so fucking hot," I let out in a breath, already pulling my shirt over my head.

"Good," she chirps. "Because I need you to eat me out. I haven't cum since our last sexting sesh."

I pause, mid-zip. "That was a while ago."

Maddie blushes. "I just feel weird touching myself alone. Feels like it's just me and..." she rubs a hand over her belly. There's a practiced fondness in the gesture. "You know."

I snort but make a show out of pulling my underwear over my legs, turning around to let her get a good look at my ass. That'll teach her to flaunt her curves at me like that.

She giggles when I toss my boxers straight at her face, mirroring her earlier teasing.

Unlike me, she doesn't discard them right away. Instead, she takes a deep inhale before letting out a loud sigh. Pervert.

"Scootch over," I call. With her spread legs she's taking all the room on the mattress. I climb in, angling my body opposite hers, and wriggling up the bed.

"But," she whines, pointing at her pussy with a pout.

"You've got work, too," I say, sticking my crotch in her face and lying on my side.

I don't wait for an answer and already pull my face closer to her glistening, swollen folds. I'm hit with that gingerbread smell, enhanced by her weeks of frustration. Meanwhile, Maddie's lips find the head of my cock.

Suddenly, my head shoots up. I know we're horny, but we're about to hook up on a bed with only a large glass pane to protect us from the world. I can see the lights inside the house from here.

"Do you have curtains or something?" I ask, panicked.

Maddie snorts with my cock still in her mouth.

"Relax," she says, letting it pop out with a wet sound. "James is out with the kids, and Claudia can probably guess what we're up to. She'll leave us alone."

I peer at her face over her belly, but she's made up her mind, grabbing my shaft and greedily shoving it back into her mouth.

Lust wins. I bury my face in her pussy.

Her flesh hums with built-up arousal. It feels like I'm trying to untangle a bundle of tensed strings. Maddie's on her back, and I'm on my side, her belly separating us.

In that position, it's a bit awkward to bring a hand between her legs, but I manage it, and two of my fingers slide right inside her.

She clenches around my knuckles, and when I suck on her clit, she stops focusing on my cock to let out a series of high-pitched moans.

A clumsy hand seeks out my head, grasping at my hair as if to keep me from moving. But I know what she needs better than she does right now. The sounds she makes leave no doubt her brain has turned into horny goo.

Any time I feel her going under my tongue, I pull back for a beat. I blow on her pulsing pussy, kiss her thighs. When I feel she's come down just enough, I attack her back with even more urgency.

"Roman, please," she begs after a few cycles of this treatment.

I could take the opportunity to get the answers I desperately want out of her. But that would mean focusing on the terrifying changes in our lives instead of simply playing with my cute girlfriend's clit. No point ruining the mood.

This time, when I feel her climbing over her edge, I push her with my tongue.

Her body wracks against me. She bites my thigh.

When Maddie goes limp, I pull up to my knees, bending over to kiss her, sharing the taste with her.

"I wanna fuck you," I murmur. She nods eagerly. I lift myself back up, looking at her bulging belly, rising and falling with every breath. "Uh, do you know what position would work?"

Maddie seems unsure. She looks around the room. As if the answer's written somewhere on the wall. She tucks her hair behind her ear without thinking. Then she worms down the bed, not lifting up, letting her ass hang over the edge and spreading her legs wide.

"Get in there," she calls, hungry, then adds with a pleading voice. "But be careful, okay?"

I shrug, and get off the bed to stand between her thighs. I grab Maddie's ankles, pulling them over my shoulders, putting a small kiss on each of them. She beams at me from the mattress.

"That's one upside, I guess," I say, lining myself up. "No condoms."

"Yeah," she snorts. "Because clearly, we were so good about that."

Her head tilts back as I slide in, hands shooting up to grab my ass. Not so sassy anymore.

For a second, I don't dare bury myself all the way to the base of my shaft. But it's not like I was blowing out her cervix when we fucked before.

"Is this okay?" I ask.

"Just fuck me," she groans, gripping me even harder.

This is all I need. I hold her by the ankles, using them for leverage, and thrust, still trying to stay on the careful side.

Every part of Maddie jiggles as my cock moves in and out. I need to kiss her. I contort around her belly, careful not to press too hard. She meets me halfway, arms around my neck, keeping my mouth on hers for a while.

But just like her, I've been pretty backed up. I feel myself throb against her velvety confines. She moans as we both revel in the lack of need for me to pull out or mind the condom. Instead, I can just focus on the way she tightens around my increasingly sensitive head.

I slump to the side, slipping an arm under her neck, letting the other roam softly over her slick skin. Maddie puts a small kiss on my shoulder, before lying her head on the mattress, right beside mine.

"Thank you," she murmurs. "You have no idea how much I needed that. I was pretty much dripping everywhere for the past few weeks."

The image of a horny Maddie sitting on a running washing machine or rubbing herself on every table corner makes me blow some air through my nose. But then my hand reaches her belly, cutting the fantasies short.

"Did you know before you left for Florida?" I ask, and her face shifts from lazy afterglow to serious.

"Yes," she says in a small voice. "For a while."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

It looks like she's trying to find the answer in my eyes. Like she's putting words to her motivation for the first time.

"I don't know," she admits. "I was freaking out. I wasn't even sure I wanted to go through with it. I felt like I needed to talk to Claudia before making a decision."

Maddie's hand lands softly on the back of mine, making sure it stays on her baby bump. Like she needs me to claim it.

"She's offered to adopt the baby with James," she says, with a tinge of fear in her voice. "She thinks I'm ruining my life."

"You didn't tell her I'm the father," I've already put that together on my own.

"No, but I guess she just figured it out," a small smile. "We were pretty chummy at Dan's wedding."

"So?" I ask. "What do you want to do?"

I know my answer. I don't want to be a father. I'm barely out of college. Maddie's barely an adult. This all feels like such a monumental fuck up. But it's not my choice to make.

"I don't know, Rom," she says, but then blinks her eyes too many times, trying to chase tears away.

Fuck. I pull her tighter against me. She presses her face to my neck, and my nose ends up in its usual spot, buried in her hair. I've missed that smell so much.

We stay in comfortable silence for a while. I would fall asleep right there. But we have to face the music at some point.

"Come on," I say. "I think our half-hour is up."

I get up and wipe her down with a tissue before she waddles to the small bathroom. A few minutes later, we're both dressed and heading up to the main house.

Claudia is in the kitchen, and we help her with food. From time to time, I catch a black look. But it seems she wants to keep things civil for now.

Despite their ongoing conflict, Claudia is incredibly attentive toward her pregnant little sister. She constantly tells her to go sit down, rubs her shoulder whenever she gets within reach, and brings her water without being asked. I almost feel like an intruder in comparison.

We hear the front door open. James coming back with the kids.

I've always liked James. He's a fun, laid-back guy, the perfect foil to Claudia's general intensity. But he dashes my hope of finding an ally when I notice the face he makes at me as Claudia whispers something in his ear. Fuck me.

The kids are bouncing with that characteristic chaotic energy every child gets when guests are over. They barely remember me. It's been years since Claudia and James moved their family to Florida. But my parents still send Christmas gifts every year, so the Miller name gets some goodwill to rub off on me.

At least I manage to blow their oldest boy's mind, all of six years old, by digging through my phone to find an old picture of me holding him a few days after his birth. I feel pretty good about it until I notice Maddie staring at the screen, too, eyes reddening. Fuck me.

We move to the dinner table. The mood is still strained, but a little normalcy seeps in. Maddie makes a big show of helping the three-year-old cut his meat while James mechanically spoon-feeds the youngest in his high chair.

I can't help but scan the room, assess the home. This could be a good family for Maddie's baby. Our baby. This feels so foreign to think about. Claudia catches my gaze but says nothing.

By the time we get to dessert, all I want is to flee this place, find a nice hotel, lock the door, and hope James doesn't have a gun.

Even the kids catch on to the weird atmosphere. The three-year-old leans in to whisper to his older brother.

"I think they're angry because Maddie is getting fat," the six-year-old answers, dead serious.

Claudia, James, and I hold our breath. But Maddie starts laughing at the absurd comment.

"Alright," Claudia, says in a flat voice. "Time for bed."

She snatches the babbling toddler from his high chair and leads off the two other kids, ignoring their groaning and huffing. Maddie files behind her, shooting me a furtive little wince.

James and I silently clear the plates, before loading them into the dishwasher. I hope my general helpfulness earns me a few points.

Claudia comes back, and her husband sets off to tuck the kids in.

"We went to the same high school, right?" She asks out of nowhere.

"Uh, yeah," I answer, desperately grasping at any branch.

"Ten, or eleven years apart, right?" She continues.

I nod, swallowing.

"I can't believe things changed so much in that time," Claudia finally springs her trap. "Because I clearly remember sex ed, and they taught us about condoms."

Okay. That's a bit lame. In any other situation, I would have ribbed her for it. But I'm not sure whether the attempt at humor is a peace offering or just the first salvo. I shrug it off.

This is right when Maddie walks in. Thank God for her. Claudia's face softens instantly.

"You need anything?" she asks, ever doting.

"No thanks," Maddie says. "The humidity's really getting to me, I think I'm gonna turn in."

"Of course, sweetheart," Claudia closes the distance with her sister, wrapping her in a light hug and pressing a gentle peck on her cheek. "Have a good night."

I can't help but feel the difference in treatment is somewhat unfair. Granted, I can't precisely tell when Maddie got knocked up. Still, I'm pretty sure she's fifty percent responsible for the pregnancy.

"Thanks, 'night," Maddie says. She stops in front of the garden door and looks at me. "Coming?"

"He'll be down in a minute," Claudia answers for me.

Again, Maddie shoots me that embarrassed little look, silently mouthing the word 'sorry' before heading out to the pool house for the night.

"Don't fuck this up for her," Claudia says as soon as the door slides shut.

"What do you mean?" I ask, surprised.

"It's been a lot of work to get her to consider adoption," she says, pouring three glasses of beer. "Maddie still has this fantasy that you're going to swoop in, and the two of you will raise the baby in your apartment."

James comes back and takes a seat at the table. "We're a good family," he agrees. "The baby would have a happy life with us. We need you on board with this."

"It's hard for all of us," Claudia says, pulling a chair for me before sitting down.

The entire atmosphere shifts once again. I wouldn't say that Claudia radiates warmth, but James is clearly trying to reach out rather than berate me like a teenager. I take a long swig from the icy beer.

"It's her choice," I say after a while out of a strange sense of loyalty.

"That's easy for you to say," Claudia answers sharply. "You're not the one who spent the past month comforting every night after work because the other interns were making fun of her behind her back. It'll be the same when she goes back to school..."

James put a hand on Claudia's forearm to keep her from heating up even more.

"You don't have live-in nanny money, do you?" he asks in a soft voice. I shake my head. "That means she'll have to drop out, at least for a year, probably more. We just don't think Maddie's life should be ruined because you guys had one fuck up."

I try to find the words, but it's hard for me not to agree. Six hours ago, I thought I would be spending the week having a carefree vacation with my girlfriend before flying back to move her into my place.

"I've known you your whole life. I know you're not an asshole, Rom," Claudia's lost her fire again. She's almost pleading. "I really want what's best for Maddie and the baby. For you too, frankly."

This whole setup makes me feel like a kid. Am I ready to be a dad? Worse, is Maddie ready to be a mom? I shudder.

After a while, Claudia rubs a hand over my back.

"It's a lot to take in," she says softly. "I don't expect you to make a choice tonight. But keep what we said in mind, okay?"

I nod.

"Goodnight, kiddo," she concludes, dismissing me.

I almost run down to the pool house. The lights are off when I get there. I slip in silently, afraid I'll wake Maddie up.

"Roman," she calls happily, the second I step into the room.

"I'll be there in a sec."

I take a leak, borrow Maddie's toothbrush, then drop down to my boxers. I'm too exhausted to unpack my bag.

Maddie wriggles around when I climb up on the narrow mattress. We end up on our sides, her back pressed to my chest, my arms around her, spooning despite the Florida warmth. The newfound plushness of her curves helps dissipate some of the stress from my body.

"So," she starts in a sardonic tone. "You got the big adoption spiel."

"Yeah," I shrug. "What do you think?"

She doesn't say anything for a while, then pulls my arm tighter around her.

"It doesn't feel right," she says. "But I wanna be with you. So... if it's a deal breaker..."

Maddie doesn't finish her sentence. She doesn't need to. The choice is mine, then.

"Paige and your parents are supposed to get here tomorrow," she adds in a lighter tone.

"Perfect," I snort. "Just what I needed. More nosy family."

I think for a second, then pick up. "Paige is transferring to your school next year. She wanted to surprise you, but I'm so fucking tired of secrets."

"Oh?" Maddie's not as exuberant as I expected. Even in the dark, I can see the gears churning inside her head.

Then, out of nowhere, she giggles. "I can't wait to see how Maria is going to kill you."

===

Maddie and I stand awkwardly as the rental car pulls up in Claudia's driveway.

Three dark-haired Millers extract themselves from the cramped interior. Paige stretches. Dad rubs the sweat off his forehead. Mom takes in the lovely surroundings.

Maddie waves as my family catches sight of us.

I watch in horror as their eyes follow the exact same route.

Me.

Then Maddie.

Then our clasped hands.

Then, her belly.

Right back to me.

It would take a novel to describe the emotions succeeding one another on their faces. Maddie squeezes my fingers.

===

"Tell me you two are not considering this whole adoption thing," Dad drops on me.

We're manning James' barbecue while he entertains the kids in the pool. Maddie is holding court with my Mom, Paige, and Claudia.

Despite Maddie's prediction, the second my mother realized this pregnancy meant she was getting a grandkid, her fury melted into full-on doting. She's barely let Maddie breathe since.

Still, I'm reserving judgment until she connects the dots that Maddie and I did more than hold hands to get her belly that big.

Paige, puffy-eyed, only stopped crying twenty minutes ago.

And somehow, it's Dad who's giving me the hardest time.

"I don't know," I say non-commitally. "Makes sense, no?"

He nods toward James. "They're good people, don't take me wrong. But they're also rich and out of touch. A child doesn't need the best private schools to be happy."

"What if I'm not ready?" I ask more for myself than anyone else.

"It's not about being ready. It's about stepping up," Dad says. "You need to be the man I raised you to be. Because she's not giving that baby away. No matter what she tells her sister."

I look over at Maddie.

Paige's laid her head on her belly, her hair pooling around, making a goofy face as she tries to hear the baby. This gets a big laugh from Mom and Claudia.

Somehow, Maddie senses my eyes on her. She meets them and beams at me, radiant in her too-tight sundress, basking in the attention.

I groan.

"I'll go chop the veggies," I say, taking the opportunity to flee inside the house. Maddie slips in behind me as I close the door.

She follows me into the kitchen, then gets on the tip of her toes to steal a kiss. The heat quickly turns up as she snakes a hand under my shirt, lovingly scratching my skin.

"Come on," I plead, half-laughing. "I can't fool around. We actually need to feed people."

"I've got you covered," she says, not pulling away in the slightest.

She throws the back of her hand to her forehead, eyes fluttering closed. "Oh, I really needed to sit in the AC," she says dramatically. "Thank God Roman was able to bring me water."

I snicker. It's nice when she's not using her superpowers on me for once.

"So," she goes on, casually pawing at me. "This went way better than I expected, right?"

"Sure, you're not the one being called a coward by my Dad."

"Poor Roman," she whines before kneeling down in front of me, her voice turning in that signature sultry purr of hers. "I'll make it all better."

Without missing a beat, she fishes me out. I've watched her do that a hundred times, but it still hits like the first. The way her eyes follow my cock every movement, then flick back up to make sure I'm looking at her.

"Okay, you can have your fun," I mutter, pretending I'm not loving it. "I'll keep watch. But hurry."

She doesn't answer. Just slips the head inside her mouth and holds, lips parted, tongue cradling me. Somehow she looks smug even with her face full of cock.

Then she starts moving in slow, frustrating bobs, and I can see her getting into it.

Sometimes, she closes her eyes. Like she's getting more out of it than I do. She knows how to end this quick. But she's choosing not to.

"Wait," she gasps, easing off, saliva stringing from her lips. "I wanna try something."

She wrestles with her dress, twisting to reach the straps. Almost falls backward, but I steady her with a hand on her shoulder.

"My tits are really sensitive," she murmurs, tugging the fabric down and freeing her heavy, flushed breasts.

"Way to keep things quick and easy," I snort, taking a quick glance through the kitchen window to make sure no one's coming inside.

With a sly smile, Maddie nestles my cock within her newly swollen breasts. It disappears as she squishes her soft flesh around it, leaving only the tip of my head, peeking out at the base of her throat.

"They're gonna get even bigger when the baby's here," she says, looking up at me.

The idea makes my mind melt.

"Especially if I'm breastfeeding," Maddie goes on, seeing the effect her words have on me. "Imagine getting home from work, having your cute little baby mama with her big breasts, so grateful for all your hard work."

I grasp a cabinet, scared that my legs are going to give out under me.

"You'd never have to masturbate ever again," she continues, fucking me with her voice. She has to get a little louder to cover the squelching noises rising from her chest. "I'd be yours for life, in your bed whenever you need to get off."

The way her small hands mash her large tits together, jerking them frantically, is so dirty. I don't stand a chance. But again, I've never put much effort into resisting her, so why should it be any different now?

"You know what you have to do, baby," she purrs. "We'll be so happy. Your family will be so proud. I will be slutier than you can imagine. All you'll have to do is feed me and fuck me."

I can see it. Maddie, leaking milk, dripping wet, waiting for me to cook for her before shattering my mind.

Somehow, she knows I'm about to cum before even I do. She clamps her lips around the tip of my head and doesn't let go until I've emptied myself.

Proudly, she opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue as if she still needs to prove she can swallow.

I tumble onto a chair, panting, and Maddie crawls into my lap.

"You know what you have to do," she whispers in my ear, her breath smelling like me.

Fuck me. She's right.

===

"Have you made your choice, Mr Miller?"

I look back down at the brochure. My eyes catch the glint on the back of my hand, flat against the reception desk.

It's crazy what thirty dollars and a few hours queueing outside a judge's office can get you in Florida.

In our case, a marriage license and a rushed ceremony, officiated by a blasé-looking middle-aged court clerk.

The twinkle in Maddie's eyes more than made up for the underwhelming decor.

My parents were out ring-shopping and almost missed the whole thing, witnessed by Paige and Claudia. Despite her big talk, Maddie's older sister happily bawled her eyes out and wrapped me in a bear hug once the deed was done.

I finally tear my gaze from the golden band. My parents really splurged and insisted on paying for it as well.

"What the hell," I declare, my enthusiasm not really shared by the hotel's young receptionist. "Let's go with the honeymoon suite."

"Very well, sir," she nods politely, scanning my credit card. "Give me a minute. Someone will come fetch you."

The enormous expanse makes me feel like I should be puffing on a disgusting-smelling cigar. Instead, I move out of the way and lean against the counter.

A fresh hand slips around my arm, and I turn to find Maddie, back from one of her constant bathroom breaks. She is glowing, even sticky as she is from the sweltering heat outside. Just in time, too.

"Mrs and Mr Miller?" A busboy asks, in his fancy uniform.

"Yes," Maddie Miller beams back at him.

Well, I'm not entirely sure that's her actual legal name yet. I think there's still some paperwork to be done.

He picks up my small bag and Maddie's two massive ones. I've made the executive decision that we won't be spending our first few nights as a married couple crashing on a sofa bed in Claudia's pool house.

After a long elevator ride, we enter the suite to find a plush sitting room with a wide view of the sea.

"Whoa," Maddie gasps, twirling around excitedly.

I catch the guy sneaking a lusty look at her. I feel more proud than jealous.

Still tip him generously.

"You like it?" I ask her once we're alone, leaning against a wall, sounding smug, like a fat cat spoiling his mistress.

"Duh," she says, rolling her eyes at my antics.

A second later, her borrowed maternity dress hits the floor, quickly followed by her panties.

"I need a bath," she declares, leaving the room.

When I finally recover from her walking around naked, I slip into the lush bathroom behind her. It's all marble and fancy bronze appliances.

Maddie's sitting on the edge of the gigantic bathtub, every faucet running at full strength. From where I'm standing, she looks like a curvy Danaïde, posing for some perverted painter.

"Mind if I join you?" I offer with a short chuckle.

She waves me over, and I comply sheepishly, only for her to stick her nose over my armpit.

"Nope," she decides. "You smell too good."

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"I'm done," Maddie calls from the bathroom.

I grunt and extract myself from the deep couch, turning off the game. I stash the complimentary champagne bottle in a random cabinet. I only had one glass, but it feels a bit selfish to be drinking alone.

The guilt's gone the second I step into the bathroom she banned me from. The tub looks so comfy. Only her constant obsession with my scent made being locked out tolerable.

Maddie's standing in the middle of the water, thick rivulets sliding down her curves, catching the last of the sunlight. She glows like someone dipped her in honey.

She holds out her hand, and I shrug, recognizing the gesture.

I help her step carefully over the edge of the bath. This was her favorite part of our short-lived routine, before she left for Florida. We're both eager to get it started again.

Maddie melts as I wrap her in one of the hotel's massive towels. I pat her down, being extra careful around her belly.

"Missed that," she purrs.

I sneak kisses whenever a glimpse of her skin is revealed. Her shoulder, collarbone, and the dip of her arched back. She has that intoxicating clean woman taste, and something else that is just hers.

After a few moments of that, she's safely tucked inside an opulent hotel bathrobe, hugging it against her chest.

"Hungry?" I ask. "We could get some room service."

The look she gives me makes it clear I'm the dumbest person alive.

"Hungry for cock, maybe," she deadpans, before turning crimson.

I cackle.

"Shut up," she whines. "It sounded hotter in my head, okay?"

She hurls herself at me, cringing, her forehead pressed to my shoulder as I carry her to the bedroom.

With all the care in the world, I ease her down like a princess on the decadent king-size bed. Maddie tosses the bathrobe away in a microsecond. She's flushed, sexy, and just a little clumsy from her new body. Irresistible.

She attacks the buttons on my shirt, getting me naked in record time.

"On your back," she orders with a sharp slap on my butt.

I settle between the mountains of pillows, my body spread on the soft bed. Maddie straddles me, gliding up my body until she ends up sitting over my hips. Her weight pressing me into the mattress feels fantastic.

"You sure about that?" I ask, worried about the baby.

"I've googled safe positions in the bath," she answers.

I try not to pout. I would have loved to watch porn with her in the large bathtub. Whatever, I need to move on.

Maddie has no time for niceties. She lines my hard cock with her glistening pussy, and lowers herself without hesitation.

My hands reach up, unable to resist the bounce of her swollen breasts. She leans into my touch, using it for balance as she slowly rides me.

This isn't one of our wild romps. The goal is simple: bring each other to orgasm with as little effort as possible. She's not moaning or writhing. Our eyes stay locked together. Shy smiles are exchanged. All sorts of jiggling happen.

Our first time as a married couple is intimate, and short-lived.

I help Maddie as she struggles to hop off me. She couldn't care less about the warm mess she spills over my stomach.

We're each on our side, looking at each other, sharing stupid little laughs when she lands a weird slap on the empty air over us.

"What was that for?" I ask, more amused than baffled.

"A high-five," she answers unabashedly. "To fourteen-year-old Maddie. She'd be so proud of me."

"Dork," I snort and pull my wife into my arms.

Writer's note: Well that's it. Scenic Route and My Sister's Bestie was something I wrote in an afternoon after listening to an audio. It ballooned to this 85,000 words mess.

Thanks to those who read the entire thing. I really enjoyed the comments and emails.

I have a new (shorter) series coming soon. Hope some of you will stick around.