EPILOGUE
Saxon
A few months later …
Melly’s growing big, and I’m not even sure she’s realized it yet. She’d returned to her normal weight after the devastation of the “Trinity” reveal, but I see an extra wave to her stomach now, something that makes me curiously suspicious … and surprisingly ecstatic.
“Sister,” I said as she lounged by the pool. “Have you gone to the doctor lately?”
“No, why?” she asked, nuzzling my hand and shooting me a dazzling smile. “I feel great.”
“Honey, I think you’re glowing, maybe from a baby,” I said. No reason to beat around the bush.
Her hand flew to her mouth and I saw her mentally calculating the last time she’d gotten her period.
“Oh no,” she gasped. “I think you’re right. My last period was six weeks ago.”
A grin split my face from ear to ear.
“Melly,” I growled, protectively circling her with my arms. “You’re going to be a mommy … to our baby.”
And she leaned back and laughed with me, our joy contagious.
Things didn’t always look so good. Melly had had some crazy idea of going into porn full-time, as the reputational damage had already been done.
“Why not?” she asked heatedly. “I’m a feminist and believe that women should own their bodies and not let the media run like wild dogs over something that belongs to me.”
Stryke and I couldn’t argue with that. We’re pornographers and girls are obviously our trade. But contrary to popular belief, pornographers are often the biggest feminists because our performers should be able to ply their craft without feeling ashamed. So I agreed with our sister wholeheartedly.
“Of course Mel, it’s not that we have anything against you being an adult actress,” said my brother, “it’s just that we don’t want to share you. You belong to us now, we belong to each other, and I don’t think that any of us should perform anymore.”
Because yeah, Stryke and I have done porn in the past just to get a feel of what it was like in front of the camera. But honestly, our faces weren’t even shown on film because that’s how little straight guys matter in porn. We’d only shared the secret with Melly so that she knew we empathized, that we knew how it felt to be on exposed and completely naked.
Plus, the hullabaloo from the Trinity University scandal had died down. It was in the news for a while more and Melly got a ton of book offers and interview requests. Lifetime even wanted to do a movie based on her experience.
But the story ended because she’d withdrawn from Trinity and was no longer appearing in adult films. Besides, with the pregnancy soon she’d be big enough to fit a house, which didn’t exactly correspond with her image as naughty schoolgirl … unless you wanted naughty pregnant schoolgirl.
So our little girl was now in a good place, safe with us, pregnant with a much-desired baby.
It only left the issue of Lauren, that bitch of a roommate who’d outed Mel. We’d revealed the findings of our private investigator, and our sister had been shocked.
“No brothers, it can’t be,” she said, shaking her head disbelievingly. “It can’t be Lauren,” she said again. “She has nothing to gain and besides, why would she do this? We’re friends.”
Somehow, our little sister was touchingly naïve when it came to girl on girl betrayal.
“Baby,” I said slowly. “There are a million reasons why Lauren might want to secretly film you. Maybe she was jealous of you or maybe she wanted to have the film for future blackmail. Who knows?”
Melly’s eyes had filled with tears.
“I trusted her,” she said softly. “She was my best friend at school.”
“I know honey, but some people aren’t what they appear,” Stryke said. “This bitch will never come close to you again.”
And we’d pretty much ensured that Lauren’s life was going to be hell going forward. We’d demanded that Ralph fire her from the Donkey Club, and due to our connections, she’d never work as a high-class stripper again. Good luck paying that forty six thousand dollar tuition.
But honestly, no one cared about Lauren anymore. The whore was an annoying gnat that we’d swatted and it was time to move onto more important things.
“Honey,” I said, stroking Melly’s belly. “How are you feeling?”
“Good,” she smiled, taking both our hands and putting one on each side of her stomach. “Do you feel her kicking?”
My brother and I were entranced, the thought of our daughter doing somersaults bewitching and wonderful.
“Wait a minute,” Sax said slowly. “You know it’s a girl?”
“I do,” confirmed Melanie. “I went to the doctor today and brothers,” she said in a rush, “I’m thinking about naming her Trinity.”
Both Sax and I shook our heads vehemently no.
“That’s a terrible idea sister,” ground out Sax. “Trinity was your porn alter ego. If you hadn’t walked away when you did, Melanie would have become Trinity and we would have lost you completely.”
“That’s right, sister,” I agreed. “Naming the baby Trinity is a big mistake. You were drowning in a cesspool, there’s no reason to re-live it through our daughter.”
But Melanie merely giggled.
“Brothers, I was joking with you,” she teased. “The look on your faces was totally worth it. Actually, I was thinking of naming her Stryxon … after her daddies.”
Stryxon. Hmmm, not a very girly name but perfect in every way.
“Baby, that’s a great idea,” rumbled Sax into her ear.
“Perfect,” I agreed, closing the circle of trust.
We kissed her slowly, our hands rubbing her tummy in anticipation of the baby to come. Because our sister had morphed far beyond merely schoolgirl Melanie or porn star Trinity. She had become Saxon and Stryke’s lover and Stryxon’s mom.
THE END