He was trying to hold out but those three little words blew apart his control. He had increased his pace when she brought their mother into the picture but hearing her say that she loved him was what put him over the top. With a grunt, he shoved up into her spasming pussy and came hard. His hands reached up and pulled her face down to his so he could kiss her gently as they recovered from their fast fuck.<br/><br/>"I love you too, Sis," he whispered against her lips. "I forgot to add husband to my list of titles and wife to yours. That's how I want us to live, as husband and wife. Screw the courts. They fucked with our lives enough already. I think I need to rest here for a couple of minutes before I get up and check on the asshole. You are mine, Temple, just as much as I am yours. Are you ready to start your new life as Temple and not the doormat Anna Thurston?"<br/><br/>Richard had managed to get up out of the chair and wandered into the kitchen for a beer. He debated grabbing a knife but with the size of that kid that claimed to be his son, he figured that he would end up gutting himself. It had been quiet for a while after he heard the honking of the car. Looking out of the open door to see the Escalade with steamed up windows made Richard's blood boil. That bastard was fucking his daughter right now. There was no other way to describe the fog or the rocking motion. Just as quickly, his anger evaporated. The bastard kid had earned that right when he beat Richard. He debated calling his ex-wife to let her know that her daughter had taken after her after all and was now fucking some punk in the street. His hand actually reached for the phone then dropped to his side. Having been the top dog all his life, at least in his mind, Richard was at a loss. The punk had shown him exactly where Richard ranked and it was at the bottom of the pile. Falling back onto habit, the beaten man shambled back to his chair and plopped into it, surfing the channels and downing another beer.