Housekeeping: All characters are fictional. Anyone involved in sex is at least of 18 years of age. Constructive criticism is welcome.
This chapter is pretty much just me trying to tie up loose ends.
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The Family Ranch -- some time later
Ulysses parks the work pickup truck behind the main house in one of the sheltered spaces, out of the blowing snow. He double checks everything before getting out. Ulysses doesn't want to bother with coming back out of the house since it's so dark. He hops out and reaches back into the bed of the truck. Ulysses pulls a couple of bundles, filled with Christmas gifts, out of the bed. He hefts them up to his shoulders.
The snow crunches under his boots as he walks to the house. When he gets close enough to the back door to the sun room, he whistles shrilling. He hears thumping coming from sun room.
"Com'n girl. Open the door for me." Ulysses shouts. "I'll let you into the house."
His favorite dog pokes her head out of the door. She whines when she sees him. She controls herself from pulling her face back into the closed off porch because of the biting winter wind. The dog shoves her body to the side against the door. She slowly opens the door enough from him to catch the doors with one of the bundles on his shoulders. He takes the time to get in without dropping the packages. He hurries up the two steps into the sun room. The door slaps him on the arm. The dog is is wriggling and swinging her tail wildly as she stares at the door into the main house.
Ulysses eases the bundles off of his shoulders. He tries to keep the rescue mutt out of the way so that he can open the door. He digs his keys out of his pocket. "Bella, calm down. I can't open the door if you're trying to knock me over," Ulysses scolds the dog. He is able to get the door open without much further problems. The mutt leaps into the house over the package that Ulysses has in front of the door.
Ulysses lugs the bundles into the kitchen. Ulysses tries to shed all of his winter wear in the mud room leading into the kitchen. He pushes the bundles from the back of the truck into the kitchen. He finishes up shedding his snow laden coat and boots. He pushes past the curtain into the kitchen.
Sarah is leaning against the kitchen island. Her swollen stomach is pushed out in front of her. "Hey, darling. How was you drive?"
"The highway was kinda scary. But it was just fine once I got onto the gravel roads." Ulysses reports. "Which is strange because I couldn't really see the ditches in the dark."
"I'm just glad that you're here, sweetie." Sarah tells him and walks over to hug him. Ulysses gladly accepts the hug while taking care to be mindful of her pregnant belly.
"Where is everyone? I only saw Jazz's Jeep and your little Toyota." Ulysses asks concerned.
Sarah shrugs. She pulls her shirt back down over her stomach after a brief flash of skin. The maternal pants are barely holding on to her. She is dealing with the pain in her ankles as he hugs her.
"Can you help me into the living room?"
"Sure." He follows her into the front room of the house. The Christmas tree is almost finished being decorated. The fire place is gleefully crackling. The room is warm without being uncomfortable. The windows are allow for a bit of the moonlight. Most of the animals barely bother to lift their heads.
Sarah points at a box just inside of the door. "I'm sure you know what to do. I can't reach up that high, and the doctor won't let me use a ladder." Wordlessly, Ulysses starts to hang the garland from the hook high on the walls.
He wraps a string of lights into the garland. He barely has enough to go around the three walls excluding the fireplace's wall. For the past few years, it's been his responsibility to hand the greenery. However, something feels missing. He walks back to the kitchen to try to remember what he forgot. Upon entrance, he spies the little cardboard box that was obviously delivered that day. Ulysses opens the box carefully with his pocket knife.
Inside the box rests two sprigs of mistletoe intricately woven together. He lifts it out of the box by the decorative twine. He walks back into the living room. He sees a hook in the top of the door jamb between the living room and parlor. He easily reaches the hook. He takes his time adjusting the length of the twine so that it can be clearly visible instead of hiding in the garland. Once he's finished, he feels arms sliding around his and throat being cleared behind him. Ulysses slowly turns around.
Sarah is hugging him, looking up into his face. Her eyes sparkle with the numerous blinking lights throughout the room. "I want my kiss, Uly." she tells him as her eyes flit up to the mistletoe and back to him.
Ulysses bends down and presses his lips to hers. They both are enraptured by the long missed physical contact. Their tongues lazily taste each other and wrestle.
When they surface for air, Ulysses suggest sitting on the couch. Sarah responds, "No. I've finished everything in here, and the fire is down. How about we go to bed?" Her voice has a happy contentment and hopefulness in it.
"But what about...?" he asks and rubs her swollen abdomen.
Sarah giggles, "Your sister will be fine. We can do doggy or cowgirl, it won't put pressure on her. And don't tell me that you believe that myth of your dick poking the baby's head." She pulls on Ulysses' hand.
"I'd prefer cowgirl. I get to see you face."
In the bedroom, Sarah lifts her shirt. Ulysses helps her taking it off. As he leans in for another kiss, he reaches around her to unclasp her bra. She pulls up on his shirt. He turns it inside out as he sheds it. He sees her glorious tits bouncing as she is disposing of his jeans and boxers. There are definite need feel in the atmosphere but no rush. They both know that no one is going to bother them any time soon. Sarah crawls onto the bed a bit. Ulysses pulls at the elastic waist of the maternity jeans.
Ulysses chuckles, "Do any of you wear panties?" He chucks the stretchy denim over his shoulder. He crawls up to her. She hands him a couple of pillows. He tucks them underneath her back so that her hips are higher. "Nice. Thanks, mom. Trimmed and clean."
Ulysses starts with long slow flat licks. The occasional flicker on her clit brings out moans from her throat. She suckles on her lips for a change up between licks.
As her fluids start, he laps at the inner channel. He draws out her moisture. She grabs his head to shove him further in. She's forced to use her legs more than her hand because her belly is in the way.
"For fuck's sake. Eat me! So good." Sarah hollers. "I love you so much."
Ulysses keeps going until she tells him to stop. Ulysses has gotten a couple of fingers in to pump her pussy. He licks all of the tangy froth off of his fingers. Sarah's quivering starts. Ulysses feels his excitement growing. She tries to drop her legs off of his shoulders. He keeps going, slurping forbidden nectar.
"Uly. Uly. Huh. Stop." Sarah huffs.
Reluctantly, Ulysses pulls his face away from the cunt that squeezed him out so many years ago. He kisses his way up from her pussy. He stops at her navel. Ulysses lightly rubs her very pregnant belly.
"Are you ready for your Christmas gift?"
"Give me a second, baby boy."
"Speaking of which, who do I owe thanks to for making me no longer the youngest in the family?"
"Either Ryan or James. But I think Ryan." Ulysses gives her a confused look. "Well, your brother was here for my birthday. But that's a couple of months too late. Whereas your stepfather..."
"My uncle. Let's not pretend how fucked up we are. I would've put my sister in you if I had the opportunity."
Lightly scratching his scalp, "Don't get jealous of your uncle. You might still get a chance to knock me up. Anyway, Ryan has been living with me the entire time. And I'm not going to ignore him. He's really tasty." Sarah removes the pillows from under her butt. "Come up here, baby." Sarah pats the bed next to her.
Ulysses calmly approaches the place she wants him. He lays down on, "Come here, sexy." He pulls her over to him, she laughs as he touches her. Reaching behind her, Sarah grips the pleasantly warm firm flesh. She even happier when she hears him gasp.
It takes a minute to get him lined up with her. When she feels the head of his dick slide into place, she eases herself down. Ulysses moves his hands from her hips to her breasts. "Oh, yes. Play with my titties."
Sarah and Ulysses start the long process of getting a rhythm that is slow enough to not hurt her or the baby. Ulysses just smiles and luxuriates in the sloppy wet cunt trying to grab his intruding flesh. He lets go of her chest when she leans forward to rest her palms on his chest.
His hands go to the back of her heavily muscled thighs. "Someone's been working out," Ulysses comments.
"I've been doing a lot of cowgirl for the past year. It actually helps with walking around all fat and pregnant." Sarah huffs and puffs as she pushes up from his cock. "Are you. Are you trying to make me. Make me cum quicker?"
Ulysses thrusts back up to have hips slap her body. "Maybe. Do you want me to stop?"
"No. Not yet. Cum in me, Uly."
Several minutes later, they are grunting rapidly. Ulysses climaxes first. He struggles to maintain his erection long enough for her to finish. He smiles when she kens and leans back. Her twat is rippling to pull him in. She rests with her pubis in full contact with his.
Sarah slowly lifts herself off of him, and flops onto her side. Once her weight is off of him, he quickly kisses her on the lips and darts into the bathroom. He reappears with a few towels. He starts cleaning up her crotch. She hops her but over to the towel that he laid down. "Ok, baby. Go pee. I'll be here leaking your spooj until you get back."
"Spooj?" Ulysses questions here with a scrunched up face.
