by Freya Kane
The heel of my boot pressed into the small of Parker’s back and pulled him into me, drawing the head of his dick into my opening. Inch by inch, Parker pushed forward until I was entirely impaled on his length. I stared down between our bodies, mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing into me.
“I won’t break, Parker. I know what you want," I purred, knowing how my words would affect him. Parker slammed forward, almost lifting me up off the bar with the force of his thrusts. His hands tangled in my hair, pulling me down into a rough kiss.
The smooth, worn wood of the bar felt cool under my fevered skin. Parker’s hands were everywhere at once, my hair, caressing my breasts through the thin fabric of my tank top, dipping down to where we were joined to rub at my clit.
But just like I was not a pretty pretty princess, I wasn’t one to just hoist herself on a bar, lay back, and let myself be taken. I wanted to do some taking of my own.
I wrapped my other leg around Parker and nudged him forward with a quick poke of my heel into the back of his thigh. Works just as well with men as with horses.
Parker’s strong hands cupped my ass, supporting my weight as he lifted me off the bar and never losing the beat of that perfect, pulsating rhythm. My feet touched the ground, and his cock slipped out of me. Parker whimpered at the loss of sensation, a low, needy noise in his throat I doubt he realized he was making.
“Grab a chair, cowboy,” I said, tugging off the stained and sticky shirt and the confining black bra tossing it aside. Parker settled in one of the bar chairs, and I straddled his lap, sinking down onto him, letting him fill me again as I rode that perfect cock.
I rose and fell on him, the muscles of my thighs tightening as I found my rhythm. Parker’s cock was thick and hit every inch of my pussy as I bounced on his lap.
He kissed me, the tenderness of the moment taking me by surprise. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. His eyes burned with hunger as he watched me. “I just want you.”
“You’ve got me, Parker.” I pulled him closer, burying his face in my breasts. Parker took his time there, licking and sucking the valley in between my breasts, following the contours of my flesh before wrapping his lips around a nipple, nibbling the over-sensitized flesh in a way that sent a spark straight from that nipple to my clit.
The muscles in my thighs were burning, but I kept going, grinding myself down harder against Parker’s pubic bone, the pressure inside me reaching a breaking point.
“Parker!” I wailed, gasping and shaking as I rode the waves of my orgasm. Parker jerked his hips upward, ramming into me before emptying himself, groaning my name in the suddenly silent bar.
In those quiet moments, while his come filled me, I realized that I hadn’t used any sort of birth control. Condoms had been the last thing on my mind, and my backroom hookups had never been regular enough to necessitate the pill. I was far beyond caring though. I’d already turned myself into a redneck stereotype by letting a bartender fuck me over the back of a bar. Might as well complete the picture by letting the bartender knock me up.
We stayed that way, still joined and gasping for air. Parker’s arms were curled around my waist, holding me there, as if I had any intention of moving my body from his lap or my head from his shoulder.
Long minutes passed in silence. Our breathing grew more even but our thoughts were running a mile a minute.
“This is-”
“-wrong,” I finished. “I know.”
“It can’t ever happen again.” Parker’s voice was firm, but the sorrowful look in his eyes belied his words.
I stood up, easing myself off of Parker. His softened cock slipped out of me, along with a rush of his come, dripping down my thighs, evidence of what we had just done. Parker averted his eyes and zipped up his pants, presumably giving me privacy to dress.
Not fucking likely.
“Parker, look at me,” I said sharply, forcing him to look up to where I stood, naked except for a pair of cowboy boots, my skin flushed and my body looking well fucked. “I’m not a kid. You don’t have to protect me from anyone, least of all yourself.” My tone softened. “I knew you what I was doing when I was bending over that bar and wiggling my ass at you. I knew what I was doing when you ripped my shorts off.” I settled back onto his lap, letting his eyes roam over my skin and knowing his hands would be following soon. “I knew what I was doing when your cock slid inside me.”
“Jayne,” Parker whispered, a faint breath of a word before he crushed his mouth to mine, kissing me with a hunger that would leave bruises tomorrow.
Without another word, I hopped off his lap and grabbed my clothes from the floor and walked to the staircase that lead to our rooms on the second floor. I cast a look over my shoulder at him and smiled coyly, the invitation written clearly across my lips.
That easy grin that I had fallen in love with over the past few months ago broke across Parker’s face and he was following me in an instant, clattering up the stairs behind me.
***
Dawn was just breaking across the sky. Gold and pink light slowing chased away the darkness in the room. Always a heavy sleeper, Parker was sprawled on his back, dead to the world. The physical and emotional activity of the night before had taken a heavy toll on us both.
It’s not every day someone who was just a friend a day ago spends hours worshipping your body and telling you with lips and tongues and fingers that you’re his and no one else’s.
Whatever good sense and morality might tell us was the right decision, this was not a one-time thing. Neither of us were foolish enough to risk our relationship or our lives in this town for a fling. We may not have been related by blood or marriage, but we were close as family. What was between us now was something real, but it was a reality we’d deal with in the morning
The only time Parker was ever still was when he slept. I let myself trace the contours of his face with my eyes, following the line of his cheekbones to his neck and the thick muscles of his shoulder.
The sheet had slipped down to his hips, so I free to ogle his chest. Parker hated being inside, so his days were spent on whatever work he could do on their land. When their few acres ran out of interesting tasks, Parker would head to neighboring farms and work all day re-shingling roofs or building bookshelves and take nothing more than lunch or maybe a fresh baked pie in payment.
Parker was loved in this town, and I knew I was regarded as the quiet and strange daughter of the local tavern wench.
‘Strange and quiet I might be,’ I thought, ‘but he still picked me.’
Those long days of manual labor showed up in the sturdy muscles of his chest. It was impossible not to let your eyes dip lower to see the flawless six-pack abs and to then wonder what else was hiding under that pristine white sheet.
Of course, I don’t need to wonder anymore. I ran my hand lightly over the front of the sheet, feeling his cock twitch under my touch. Parker was half hard already and I slowly began rubbing my hand along his length, using just a ghost of a touch. Parker signed and shifted in his sleep and I tightened my grip slightly, increasing the pressure and feeling the flesh swell under my touch.
The cotton of the sheets was worn and soft by a hundred washes so it slipped smoothly through my hand as I stroked Parker. Abruptly, I stilled my hand and ducked my head under the covers, a curtain of white fabric concealing is from the world.
Parker’s cock was curved up against his stomach enticingly, and I ducked my head and traced the vein on the underside with my tongue, following the contour of his dick with the tip of my tongue, tasting salt and sweat and my own juices on his skin. I reached the head and slowly circled my tongue around it, swirling like I was licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.
I took him into my mouth then, slowly sinking down to let my throat adjust to his girth. I choked a little and pulled back, my lips stretched around the base of his cock. I moaned, low in my throat, and Parker answered with a groggy moan of his
own as the vibrations pulsed around his cock.
I started a leisurely pace, bobbing my head on my brother’s cock. He had tasted me last night, burying his face in my pussy as my feet dangled down his back, and I was more than eager to return the favor. Parker had a beautiful cock, the type of perfect, all-American specimen sex toys are modeled after, and I wanted nothing more than to take him to the peak of pleasure with nothing more than my lips and tongue until he filled my mouth with his salty essence and I swallowed it down.
“Jayne.” Parker’s voice was rough with sleep, but I could hear the smile in his words. I cast my eyes upwards as he lifted the blanket over his head shutting out the world with me as I turned my attention back to my full mouth. I redoubled my efforts now that Parker was watching me with hungry eyes. I looked up at him through my lashes, letting him see just how much the feeling of his cock in my mouth was turning me on.
“Jayne Jayne Jayne baby I’m gonna come,” he groaned. His hips thrust upward, forcing his cock deeper into my throat and I hummed softly, telling him to let go, to fill my mouth with his hot come.
The taste of salt burst across my tongue as Parker arched off the bed as his orgasm tore through him. I eased up on the pressure of my lips, sucking gently through the aftershocks before kissing my way up his body and giving him a lingering kiss on the lips, making sure he could taste himself on my lips.
"That was quite the wake-up call," he said, laughing softly. "I could get used to more early morning if they started like that."
“I bet you could, baby,” I replied, nipping at his neck. Parker shivered slightly at my words.
Parker flipped me over, pinning me to the mattress, pressing his delicious body flush against my skin. Nose to nose, we stared at each other for a few long moments before Parker lowered his head and started kissing his way down my body.
“You always were a pistol.” Neck first. He slowly traced his tongue along my throat, my pulse pounding against his lips. “Never took shit from anyone.” Now down to my collarbone, peppering it with small bites. “I always liked that about you.” The valley between my breasts next. “I don’t remember the first time I realized I wanted to fuck you.” His breath ghosted across my stomach, making me shiver. “I thought I had to leave, to protect you.” He paused at the curves of my hipbones. “I knew I should, but I couldn’t walk away from you.” Finally finally where I wanted him.
Parker took his time. This wasn’t the frenzied fucking of last night. He spread me open and licked, sucked and tasted every inch of me. His tongue circled my folds, lapping up my juices before dipping inside my pussy.
“Parker!” My hands scrabbled for purchase on his short hair and I settled for grabbing the back of his head, pushing him closer as my hips bucked against his mouth. Parker was always the person who knew all my secrets, and on this bed, he was making sure I had nowhere else to hide.
“Parker Parker Parker Parker,” I was babbling and I knew it, but the things he was doing to my body were sending me spiraling out of control. He eased two fingers inside of my pussy as he focused his tongue on my clit, flattening his tongue and flicking at it until I came with one last scream of his name, arching up and coating his mouth with a flood of my juices before collapsing back to the bed, breathless and boneless.
Parker crawled up my body and pulled me against him, tugging the sheets up over us and wrapping his arms around my rib cage. Day was breaking but I was curled against Parker’s chest.
The world outside could wait.
***
It was another night at the bar. The same crowd of regular drinkers and faceless truckers filled the place. I sauntered around the tables, dropping drinks and picking up checks, flashing flirtatious smiles that padded the tips, all the while knowing Parker was watching me.
He was behind the bar in his usual spot, pulling drafts for the locals and lining up shots of whiskey, his booming laughter filling the already loud bar as one of the neighbors told him the same jokes they always did. I caught his eye, and I could see the want smoldering. He filled the last mug and wandered into the back, muttering something about needing more glasses.
I followed him into the kitchen, knowing an invitation when I saw it and found myself yanked into the pantry, the door slamming shut.
“I’m going to fuck you, Jayne,” Parker said, matter-of-factly, unbuckling his belt. “I’m going to fill you up with my come, and then you’re going to walk out there and serve our customers, just like always.”
Parker’s filthy words hit me like a freight train, and I was bent over a keg with my shorts and panties around my ankles inside thirty seconds. Parker slammed his cock into me without another word and started a punishing rhythm. I knew I would have finger shaped bruises on my hips by the time he was done, and that thought just made my inner muscles clamp down around his dick harder, wringing a low groan out of him.
"Fuck me, Parker,” I sighed. “Fuck me!” Every relentless thrust was hitting my G-spot, and I could feel my orgasm building, the fear of getting caught turning me on as much as Parker’s touch.
Parker let out a strangled cry, holding in the noise as best he could in case of a lull in noise in the bar, and I felt his cock pulse inside me, filling me up with his hot come. He kept thrusting through the aftershocks and that was enough to bring me to a shaking, quivering release of my own.
He pulled out and leaned back against the wall, fastening his pants with clumsy fingers. I pulled up my shorts and walked towards Parker on trembling legs. I kissed his lips lightly and said, “Just imagine me walking around that bar, just dripping with your come.”
Without another word, I was gone, back to the bar and a room full of thirsty locals. Parker emerged from the kitchen a few minutes later, looking a bit sweaty but no worse for wear.
Mama always said we were thick as thieves, and this had only brought us closer together. We had our own language - one of sweat and skin and come. He could take me apart and rebuild me, and I could do the same to him.
***
It turns out, we weren’t able to hide our relationship for very long. My belly made sure of that.
Parker was the one who noticed the slight rounding in my normally flat stomach before I did. I’d blamed the tightness in my shorts on too many nights dining on greasy bar food, but when Parker had unzipped my shorts to slide his hand inside my panties, he paused, pressing his palm against the swelling there.
“I think I got you pregnant,” he said, surprise and wonder filling his voice. “That’s my baby growing in there.” A moment later his hand was continuing on its journey, finding my pussy slick and ready.
“I guess you did,” I said cautiously, my voice breaking into a moan as two of Parker’s fingers found their way inside my pussy. “How does that make you feel?”
Parker took my free hand in his and brought it down to the front of his jeans where the denim was stretched with his erection.
"It makes me want to fuck you even more." Parker groaned as I fumbled with his zipper, trying to open it one handed. Giving up, Parker pulled his sticky fingers from inside my shorts and yanked them down, leaving me standing bare-assed in the middle of the empty bar.
I turned around, leaning my back against the side of the bar, wanting to see his face this time. Parker unzipped his pants and shoved them down to his knees before taking his delicious cock in his hand and guiding it between my legs. I wrapped one of my legs around his hips, drawing him closer, and I moaned as I felt the thick head slide inside me, spearing me.
My fingers dug into Parker’s shoulder, the soft flannel under my fingers as familiar as the perfect cock pumping inside me. One hand slipped between us to cover my little belly. “I can’t wait until you get bigger,” he growled. “I don’t know how I’m going to keep from fucking you until you can’t walk when you have a huge pregnant belly.”
I could barely imagine myself with a big belly and huge milk-filled tits, but I couldn't wait for it to happen just for Parker's reaction. I had known sin
ce the beginning that it wouldn't take long for me to end up pregnant since Parker and I never once used a condom. I'd loved the feeling of his hot come pouring inside me, and I knew that his seed would start growing. I’d wanted this to happen, and now Parker was really going to get the family he’d wanted for so long.
This position had every thrust of Parker's cock dragging his length over my clit. Already overly sensitive from the hormones coursing through me, it didn't take long for me to be writhing and shaking in Parker's arms, my pussy squeezing his dick like a slippery fist.
Parker kept thrusting though. He’d always had an iron control, and I knew he could keep fucking me until I almost blacked out from pleasure. Parker unwrapped my arms from his shoulders and brought them to grip the edge of the bar.
“Hold the bar,” he ordered, pausing in his thrusts just long enough to tug my tank top down and bare my tits. My nipples had already started to darken.
