Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(57)
Author: Jennifer Foor

I often wondered if she thought about those moments. Had she forgotten that special bond that only we could have shared? Did she forget that we were always supposed to be best friends?

As much as I hated her, my heart wouldn’t let me forget that I still loved that part of Ivy. She’d always be my sister and share my face. It’s just a shame she didn’t share my heart. Things would have been so different if she had.

At the end of the day, my life was where it was always supposed to be. I was Stosh’s wife and we had a beautiful daughter. If everything happens for a reason, like I’ve always believed, I guess karma played a part in everything.

Just looking at my little girl proved that. She was our world and we’d spend our whole lives keeping her safe.

Epilogue

2 years later

The alarm hadn’t gone off yet, but we felt someone climbing into bed with us. Ever since we’d gotten her that big girl bed, our little two year old thought it was fun to wake us up as soon as she saw daylight. As I rubbed my eyes and contemplated looking at the alarm clock, I’d made the decision that I was going to put cardboard on her windows to fool her into thinking it was always nighttime in her room.

Her little smile was up in my face as I opened my eyes. “Mommy, yook!” She pointed her finger. “I got boo boo.”

“Show Daddy.”

Stosh rolled over and smiled. “Hi, sunshine.”

I climbed out of bed and headed to the bathroom. There was no use trying to go back to sleep. Destiny would have our house burned down if we ignored her. She was into everything.

When I came out of the shower, she was completely naked, standing in the bathroom. “Wipe my butt.”

With my body as clean as a whistle, I walked over and wiped the poop from my daughter’s butt. I had to be thankful she was already potty trained. It helped that we were home with her so much.

Stosh came into the bathroom like he had timed it perfectly. I rolled my eyes as he pulled me into his arms. “Are you ready for today?”

For the past two years, my parents had been begging me to go see my sister. I declined every one of their invites, until Stosh finally suggested that I get it over and done with so it would stop being so annoying. After stewing on his idea for nearly a month, I’d decided to appease them. Stosh’s parents were going to watch Des so we didn’t have to worry about her. “I guess. I mean, I really don’t want to see her. I have nothing to say.”

“According to your parents, she has something to say.”

I walked away and started getting my clothes on, since I was still in a towel. “I don’t even care.”

He started brushing his teeth while Des brushed hers. Once he finally spit and rinsed, he leaned against the counter. “Yes, you do. Somewhere inside that sexy body of yours, there’s this curious part of you that wants to know.”

I shoved him. “Stop it!”

The doorbell rang and Stosh grabbed our daughter off the counter. “Grandma’s here!”

He whisked her away while I was still getting on some shorts.

By the time I was decent, they were all ready to head out the door. We kissed them and waved as they got her situated in her car seat. Once Stosh closed the door, I could tell he was in one of his moods. He rubbed his hands together. “I hate what you’re wearing.” He grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back to our bedroom. Once inside, he started taking off my clothes.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s been two days. I have needs.” He dropped his shorts and stood there at full attention.

I smiled and reached up to kiss him, but he pulled away and pointed toward the bed. “You’re bossy!”

He smacked my ass and followed me to the bed. “I’m horny!”

I climbed up and turned around, just as he was climbing on top of me. I kissed him softly on the lips, letting my tongue make contact with his, before pulling away. “Hi, Horny, I’m Pregnant.”

Our kissing halted as I watched the biggest smile come over Stosh’s face. He pushed the hair away from my forehead and kissed me on my nose. “Seriously?”

I shrugged and smiled. “We were trying.”

“We just started, though. I must have genetically altered super sperm.”

I wrapped my legs around his back. “Shut up and tell me how happy you are.”

He grabbed my legs, sat up and put them on each of his shoulders, before slowly entering me with his length. I gasped at first, shocked he did it without warning. He scrunched up his face and got a good pace going. “You know I’m happy.” My one leg started to fall. “Hold your feet with your hands. I’m going to show you just how happy I am.”

This wasn’t my idea of expressing happiness, but it sure felt good. Even, after all the time that had gone by, I think Stosh still appreciated what he could do when he used his lower body. Not having it, makes people appreciate what they do have.

Our bodies moved in unison, like they always did. He kissed me deeply, letting me know I belonged to him in body and mind. My hands caressed every muscle on his chest, which was more defined then when we were first together. After his physical therapy ended, he continued to work out at the gym. He thought if he didn’t use it, he would lose it.

I ran my fingers down his biceps and admired our daughters name written in script. She was his world and I couldn’t wait to share our news with her.

He thrust himself harder and harder, slapping our skin together each time. He played with my br**sts, pinching my ni**les and rubbing them with the palms of his course hands. He loved watching it go in and out of me and I loved watching him doing it.

I arched my body, feeling the intense friction making me hot in all the right places. My breath increased and he slammed into me one last time before tightening up his body.

We both cried out, climaxing together, then collapsing on the bed, drenched in our own sweat.

He grabbed my hand, while I was still trying to breathe normally, and kissed it slowly. “Thanks, babe. I needed that.”

I wiped the sweat off of one of his cheeks. “Me too! Are you ready to get dressed and get this over with?”

He sprung off of the bed and started pulling up his shorts. I followed suit and was soon heading back into the bathroom to freshen up enough to be presentable.

Twenty minutes later, we were on the road, headed to the women’s prison, where my sister was being held. My palms were sweaty and I didn’t say much during the car ride. Stosh knew I was freaking out. He also knew it was best to let me handle it on my own. I was a loose cannon when it came to dealing with anxiety.