His Brother's Wife

by Michelle Love

  Mom shakes her head, then runs her hand through her silver, short curls. “I have not heard her talk about any of them. When she was in my class in junior high school I do recall her having a lot of friends. She and one girl in particular, Patty Slater, were very close. But that family moved, if I do recall.”

  I nod and ask, “Do you think Rod hurts her?”

  Mom shakes her head. “No, son! Goodness, no! Your father would rip him a new one and you know that.”

  “What if he is and Jenna just doesn’t want to tell anyone? Rod used to be very mean, Mom. Do you remember how he was about punishing things when he thought they did wrong? The puppy who peed in the living room when he was ten?” I turn the bacon in the hot pan.

  Mom nods and sips her coffee. “We found the poor puppy strung up in the string that opens the window blinds. Rod actually shouted at me when I was cutting the poor thing out of the knots he’d made with the string to hold him off the floor. He told me he was teaching him not to use the bathroom in the house and the puppy had ten more minutes of punishment before he was to be let down. And then he was going to spank the puppy until he thought it had learned.”

  A shiver runs through me as I think about another time Rod decided punishment was necessary. I was five and had gone into his bedroom to put some laundry on his bed. Mom had asked me to do it and when I was walking out he came up the hallway. The next thing I knew, I was punched in the mouth and locked in his closet.

  He left me there, bleeding, crying, and very confused. It seemed like forever before Mom found me and set me free. When I told her what he did she talked to him and he told her he was teaching me to stay out of his bedroom.

  Rod’s always been into teaching and not in a good way!

  “She asks him before she does anything, Mom,” I say as I pull the cooked bacon out of the pan and place it on a paper towel lined plate.

  I hear the sound of Rod’s truck pulling into the driveway and shortly thereafter the front door opens. “Is it ready?” Rod shouts.

  “Not quite,” I shout back. “And I thought you were sleeping.”

  “So you didn’t make enough?” he asks as he comes into the kitchen; Jenna is quiet and a step behind him. Her head lowered, and she looks pale.

  “I’m making more than enough,” I say, then look around him at Jenna, who’s staying just behind him. “Morning, Jenna. Think you can help me out and put some biscuits on a baking sheet and get them in the oven for me? My hands are kind of full right now.”

  She whispers, “Is that okay, Rod?”

  Before he can answer, I say, “Of course it is. Come here.”

  “Go,” he says with a gruff voice. “Get me some coffee first.”

  “Yes, I will,” she says in a very quiet voice without looking at anyone.

  Mom gives me a sideways glance telling me to stay out of it, but I can’t. “So, what have you two been up to this morning?” I take the coffee from the counter before Jenna can and hand it to my brother, who looks at me with a slight glare in his steel-blue eyes.

  “Not much. It looks like you’ve been up for a while. All showered and dressed. Jenna got up at the fucking crack of dawn too. It bothered the shit out of me, as she a made racket going in and out of the house. Looking at the fucking sunrise, she said.” He takes his coffee and walks out of the kitchen and into the living room where I hear him turn on the television.

  I turn around to say something to Jenna and find her backing up with the tray of biscuits. I hit her accidentally on her back with my arm. She doesn’t make a sound, but flinches like hell and quickly steps away from me.

  “Sorry, Jenna. Did I hurt you?” I take her by the shoulder and gently turn her back to me.

  She doesn’t look up at me as she answers, “No, I’m fine. You startled me, is all.”

  Rod shouts from the living room. “More coffee!”

  Jenna hurries to put the biscuits in the oven, then grabs the pot and nearly runs to the living room with it to fill the asshole’s cup.

  “Lazy bastard,” I grumble under my breath.

  Mom gets up. “I’m going to shower and dress before breakfast. I’ll get your father up too.”

  As she leaves the kitchen, Jenna comes back in and places the nearly empty pot in the coffee maker. She takes out the filter full of old coffee grounds and throws it away, then gets a new one and fills it with fresh grounds.

  I place a jug of spring water on the counter. “You want to use this? It makes better coffee.”

  She nods and pours the water into the reservoir. “Thank you.”

  I make sure to keep my voice quiet as I ask, “Everything okay, Jen?”

  “Yes.” She walks over to check the biscuits. “Would you like me to get the eggs out for you?”

  “That would be nice. Thank you.” I try hard not to stare at her as she takes them out of the fridge and places the carton on the counter top. “Can you crack them into a bowl and scramble them for me?”

  She nods and gets to work on that. When she reaches up into the overhead cabinet where the bowls are I see her wince again and pull her arm back to her side.

  This time, I go to her and run my hand over her shoulder and move her shirt back a little. She kind of freaks out and steps away from me. I take her by the wrist, stopping her, and she winces again.

  When I look down I see it’s red and I take the other one and see it’s red too. “What’s this about?”

  “Nothing.” She looks away. “Normal stuff. I’d rather not discuss it. Rod would hate that.”

  I let her go and turn away. “Cuffs?”

  “No,” she answers as I reach up and get a bowl and place it on the counter.

  “What then?” I ask as I take a whisk from the drawer and place it in the bowl for her.

  “Bungee cord. You know. A little bondage. Nothing odd.” Her cheeks go pink, and she still won’t look at me.

  “I don’t think anything is supposed to be so tight it leaves marks and you hurting, Jenna.” I go back to the stove, get the sausages out of the pan, take the empty pan to the sink, and grab a new one for the eggs.

  “They don’t hurt, and the lines will go away in a few hours.” She starts cracking the eggs and putting them into the bowl.

  I move next to her and start stirring them with the whisk as she puts them in. “You two do that kind of stuff a lot?”

  She shakes her head. “No.”

  “Special occasions, I assume.” I look over her shoulder and try to see down the back of her shirt.

  I’m sure I’d see something on her back if I could just see down it.

  Then she looks up at me and her lips part. Then they close again and she looks down. “Yes, only now and then. You know, normal fun. Nothing odd.”

  She’s said normal and odd way too many times, so I push it a little more. “You still have my number if you need anything. And I’m going to be sending you some information on Arizona State University. Rod doesn’t have to know a thing. You can do the classes while he’s at work.”

  She takes the now-empty carton and goes to the trash, then comes back to my side and whispers, “Okay.” Then she walks away leaving me feeling off balanced.

  She comes back with Rod’s empty coffee cup and, as she’s refilling it, I decide to make a daring and risky move. I walk up behind her and run my hands from her shoulders down her arms and lean in close. “This will be our secret, okay?”

  Without turning back, she whispers, “Okay. Thank you.”

  I step back and she leaves the kitchen. I find my hands buzzing from the contact with her soft skin.

  My body reacts to her more than it ever has to anyone and I am left with such a desire for her. I have to readjust my jeans as my cock sprang to life with the electricity that shot through me when I felt her skin beneath my palms.

  Why does she have to be with my brother?

  Chapter 6

  JENNA

  The porcelain is cold against my cheek as Rod has me bent over the sink in the
men’s bathroom at the garage he works at. He called me thirty minutes ago and told me to come over here or he was going to fuck the new girl here who answers the phones.

  Apparently this man will put his dick into anything with a fucking pulse, as that woman is on the heavy side and completely unattractive.

  He holds me down with one hand and with the other he holds my waist as he pounds into me from behind. I don’t know what set him off, but he’s in a terrible mood and didn’t want to talk.

  Just fuck!

  I cut my eyes up and see him looking into the mirror as he pounds into me. He’s watching himself and gritting his teeth as he grunts with every hard thrust.

  He’s filled with angst for some reason, and it fills me with sorrow for him. I close my eyes and try to find some pleasure in this.

  I’ll be expected to climax and, at this point, I’m nowhere near it. I listen to the guttural noises he’s making and focus on how his hard cock is moving in and out of me.

  Our skin slaps against the other’s with every hard thrust and then he moves his hand off my back and runs it over my ass. My skirt is flipped up, and he ripped my panties off me earlier. They lie in the trash can only a few feet away from me.

  He smacks my ass three times, and it sends my body into a shiver as it knows he’s about to cum. And my body knows it has to join him.

  Then he leans over me as he slams into me. His teeth graze my neck. “You like this, bitch? You like my hard cock filling up your tight pussy?”

  “Yes, Master.”

  “You’re lucky you came when I told you to or this thick cock would be buried in the fat pussy on the other side of this door. You want that?” He bites my neck hard, then sucks it, and I know it will leave a purple mark.

  “I do not want that, Master.” My legs begin to shake as, for reasons I cannot understand, my body wants to climax with how he’s talking to me.

  Heat fills my ear with his breath and then his wet tongue goes into it. “When I tell you to come, I want you to scream my name out as loud as you can and pant loud too. I want the whole shop to know I’m fucking you in here.”

  My body freezes. That’s too humiliating. I shake my head. “That’s not in our contract. Please don’t ask me to do that.”

  His cheek is pressed to mine, the whiskers raking my tender flesh as he says, “If you don’t do as I say then I will string your ass up for three hours when I get home. I bought some nipple clamps and a new collar. A full collar. I’ll make you hang there with those on for three fucking hours. Now do as I say and know when I come home today, I’m putting you over my lap and spanking that ass while I finger fuck you for talking back to me.”

  “Yes, Master,” I say and close my eyes and try to go to another place in my head so I can do as he’s told me to.

  Then he adds the kicker, “Plus, I’ll fuck Shamu after you leave if you don’t. That bitch has been giving me the eye since she came to work here three days ago. You need to show her you’re taking care of my needs. Get me?”

  “Yes, Master,” I say, and feel bile rising in my throat.

  He moves faster and harder and then his body goes rigid. “Cum!” he says.

  I let my body go and scream, “Rod! God! Rod! Fuck!” I pant loud and moan loud. “Fuck me, Rod! You're amazing!”

  “That’s enough,” he says as he pulls out of me. “Don’t go overboard or they’ll think you’re acting.”

  I kind of was!

  I stand up and pull my dress back down and he puts himself back into his pants. He looks down at the trash can and then back at me. “Grab those and toss them into the trash can by her desk.”

  I shake my head. “Rod, I’m not that girl. Please.”

  His eyebrows arch as he looks at me. “You’re the fucking kind of girl I tell you to be. Now do as I say and for your insubordinate behavior I will be using the thick collar and nipple rings when I spank you later on.”

  I take the ripped red panties and wad them up in my hand. Then I follow him out of the bathroom.

  There are two other mechanics lingering between the bay and the waiting room. At least there are no customers waiting. There’s just the chubby chick staring at us as she sits at the dirty desk littered with papers.

  As I follow Rod by her desk, I toss the panties into the trash can and can’t bear to look at her as I do it. Rod turns his head just slightly to make sure I’ve done it. Then he reaches back and takes my hand in his.

  As we get to the front door which is made entirely of glass, he pulls me around in front of him and presses me against the wall next to the door. Then he presses himself against me and kisses me hard.

  His hand runs down my leg and he lifts it as he grinds his dick against me. Then he slowly lets it go and runs his hand up my waist and ends the kiss. He leans his forehead to mine. “Thanks for lunch, baby.”

  “You’re welcome,” I whisper.

  Then he steps back and pushes the door open. I go through it and jump as he smacks my ass. “See you at home, girl.”

  I smile and nod, then turn to walk away back home with no panties on and holding the bottom of my short dress so it won’t blow up and show my ass to our small town.

  Tears blur my vision as I walk.

  This isn’t me. I’m not this person.

  The wooden stairs creak as I walk up the old stairs to our small house. The white boards which make up the outside wall are worn, and the frequent sandstorms have knocked quite a bit of paint off them.

  I turn and look at the neighborhood we live in. They’re all small, old wood-framed houses in need of a paint job. All very depressing.

  Going inside, I hear the beeping sound of the dryer and go straight to get the clothes out of it. It’s a load of Rod’s work uniforms and I lay them on top of the dryer then get the ironing board out, set the iron on it, plug it in, and turn it on.

  Then I go to take a quick shower and change my clothes. I turn on only the cold water and quickly undress and get in. The water feels good against my cheek where his beard scratched it.

  The sweet smell of the apple scented shampoo Rod only allows us both to use brings me to a better place after the smell of the men’s room at the oily smelling garage.

  Urine and oil don’t make a very sexy aroma.

  After I rinse my hair out, I turn the water off and grab a towel and wrap it around me. In the bedroom I find another dress and pull it on and a new pair of panties.

  I don’t wear a bra unless I’m going somewhere, per Rod’s rules. Then I go to iron his clothes. I’ll hang them up and wait for him to get home.

  My heart aches as well as my stomach as the man always stays true to his words. He will administer the punishment and, for the life of me, I don’t know why I can’t learn to keep my mouth shut and just do what he says to.

  It’s not as if people in this town haven’t seen the way Rod treats women. Of course he’d be like that with me. I do live with the man, after all.

  Yet it’s still embarrassing, and I can’t stand how people look at me with sorrow in their eyes.

  After the clothes are ironed and hung up, I take the small pile of his socks and underwear and go to the sofa with them to fold them.

  And then it starts. The flood of emotion. I sniffle as the tears fall down my cheeks in rivers.

  Every once in a while I sob and run the back of my hand over my cheeks and nose. Rod says it’s good for me to cry. He says it means I’m learning.

  Yet he sees crying as a weakness and refuses to get in touch with his emotions to grow stronger the way he’s telling me I have to do.

  A knock at the door startles me. “Who is it?” I manage to croak out.

  “Sue, sweetheart.”

  I hurry to wipe my eyes and take a sock and blow my nose, then go to the door. As I open it, I can see her expression is confused.

  “Come in,” I say and push the screen door open.

  She comes inside and hugs me. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

  “Huh?” I run
my fingertips under my eyes. “Nothing.”

  Sue takes my hand and pulls me to sit on the sofa next to her. “Jenna, why have you been crying?”

  She moves the pile of socks and underwear off to one side and looks at me as she holds both of my hands. And I don’t know what to say to her.

  Do I tell her that I’m ashamed of myself for fucking her son in the men’s room at his job so he wouldn’t fuck the new girl at work? Do I tell her I’m dreading when he comes home and doles out the punishment for daring to say I didn’t want to scream out his name as I came or toss my torn panties into the trash next to the woman who wants him?

  I search her eyes. Eyes that remind me of Reed’s so much. They’re lighter now. They used to be dark blue like Reed’s are.

  “I’m about to start my period. I always get emotional around this time of the month,” I say.

  “I see,” she says as she looks hard into my eyes. “No other reason?”

  I shake my head and the door flies open. Rod comes in and slams the door behind him. “Mom, what are you doing here?”

  She gets up and hugs him. “Hello to you too, son.”

  He looks at me with a cold stare. Then he gently pushes his mother away from him. “Beer, Jenna.”

  I jump up and run to the kitchen. “Sorry, you’re two hours early.”

  Sue asks as she sits back down, “What’s she sorry for, Rod?”

  “She’s sorry she didn’t have a beer waiting for me when I walked in.”

  I hurry back to him with the opened beer bottle. “Here, sweetie.”

  He sits in his chair and I hand it to him. “Boots.”

  I kneel and begin to unlace the oily boots and try hard not to pay attention to Sue looking at me with her jaw hanging open. “Rod, you’re more than capable of doing that yourself!”

  “It’s part of our deal, Mom. I work hard to provide for us and she takes care of the house and me.” He takes a long drink of the beer. “What has you stopping by unannounced?” Then he looks at me. “Or did she tell you she was coming over and you didn’t say a thing to me about it, Jenna?”