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I bend her over the table and smack her perfect shaped ass. She moaned in response and oh how it was music to my ear. I place my dick at her entrance and slowly enter her. I was half way in when she stopped me.
"I-i can't take it, I can...
. "Well, my grandma was blonde according to the pictures I've seen so maybe that where they got there's from" I say
"Yeah, she was blonde" my mom says.
My eyes start to shut due to the lack of sleep and tiredness takes over.
"Ashlyn! Come inside before you get a cold!" I shout
She was running in the rain with her sister- Ashley came inside but Ashlyn doesn't want to.
Luke passes me going outside in the rain. Ashlyn started running, now noticing her dad.
She laughs louder as her father catches up to her. "Gotcha" he says as he scoops her up in his hands.
"No! Dad, I want to stay" she screams
He laughs as he approaches me. He gives me a kiss before passing me.
I slide the door close and make my way in the kitchen where a dry Ashley sits on the stool around the counter eating a bag of lays.
I sneak up behind her and take the lays from her. "Hey" she says disappointed
"You should eat real food Ash, not snacks" I say as I roll up the bag of lays.
I place it back in the pantry and make my way back to Ashley.
"What do you want to eat?" I ask
"I want to eat lays mother" she says
I chuckle. "Other than Lays"
"Cheetos"
"Anything other than snacks Ash" I say
She sighs in defeat. "Fine. Can I have a chicken sandwich?" she says
I smile. "Sure. But first I'm gonna check on your sister and father" I say before giving her a kiss on the forehead.
I walk from the kitchen to the living and pass the guest rooms before going upstairs.
"Luke!"
"I'm in our bathroom!" He shouts back.
I walk to our room and enter it then go to our bathroom.
Luke was drying off the water of Ashlyn. "Dad gave me a shower" she says
"He did" I smile.
Her blonde hair was in perfect curls in her face as her blue eyes stare up at me.
I take up a towel from the towel rack and start drying her hair.
After drying her we got her in some warm clothes.
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It was almost Christmas Day, and they are so excited. So, I think putting them in Christmas clothes is just gonna make them even more excited. If that's even possible.
Ashlyn fled the room leaving Luke and I in the room.
"I really want to have make love to you right now but the little people we made are awake" he pout's
Aww isn't he cute.
I reach up pecking his lips. "It's okay baby, maybe later tonight" I smirk
I leave the room and make my way downstairs.
I'm not hearing anything from the girls. That's weird. When they are around each other they always make the loudest noise ever.
I reach the living room- near the kitchen where I see blood on the floor.
What the hell?
I continue walking until I enter the kitchen. My eyes follow the trail of blood, and they land on my daughters on the ground dead.
Looking up I see a person in a black hoodie with his back turn to me and one of my kitchen knives in his hand dripping with blood.
He killed my daughters.
He turns around to face me and his face then comes in view.
Alex.
Alex. Alex killed my daughters.
No. This can't be happening. No!
Before I could run away, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. In my heart to be precise. And darkness took over.
Luke's POV:
"Ana! Ana! Wake up"
She quickly sits up looking around her- taking in her surroundings until her eyes land in me.
She pulls away from me with a gasp as if afraid of me.
"Ana it's okay. It's just me. Luke. It's Luke" I say, and I see her visibly relax a little.
What the hell was she dreaming about?
She looks over to the girls before her eyes started pooling with tears.
"Hey, hey it's okay. They're okay" I say as I rub her back.
••••
After calming Ana down, she held both girls and told me about what she had dreamt.
l really needs to kill that mother fucker.
But what u doubt understand is why did he show up in Ana's dream. Out if all the people in the world. Why Ana's.
