by Marla Monroe
Chapter Eight
“Jessie, he’ll come around. Give him time. He’s under a lot of pressure, being the oldest. It’s bound to be affecting how he sees you. To him, right now, you’re his responsibility, and he’s always taken that very seriously.” Kent pulled her into his arms.
She looked up into his eyes and knew she loved him, but she also knew she loved Wyatt as well. How could she handle being around and seeing Wyatt every day without being able to show him she loved him? It hurt deep inside of her.
Kent bent down and kissed her. He nipped at her lower lip until she opened to him, then delved inside her mouth where he teased her with his tongue. He licked the roof of her mouth and tickled along her cheek. She sucked on his tongue until he was fucking in and out of her mouth, much as her body ached for him to do to her pussy. She needed him.
“Kent?” she whispered.
“Soon, baby. Soon.”
She let him hold her for a few more seconds, then pulled away and wiped the tears from her eyes. She had things to do. They had a lot to get done before winter. She wasn’t helping matters by being needy.
“Let’s see if you can fix this leak.” She handed him the wrench and a small bag of washers.
“I think I can handle this. You go on and see which of the bedrooms we’re going to clean up first.”
Jessie left Kent working on the dripping faucet and checked each of the bedrooms. The best one for all of them was the master, where he was in the master bath now. It wouldn’t be the easiest, as there was a lot of junk in that bedroom, but it made the most sense because it was directly over the kitchen where there would be some heat during the winter. Plus it was large enough for all of them.
The problem was, what about Wyatt? Would he continue to sleep with them, or would he demand his own room? She really didn’t want to be separated from either of the men at all. Not just because she loved them both, but because deep down, she was still afraid she would be taken. She still had nightmares about it. She felt safer between them than she did with only one of them.
“Hey, Jessie? I think I have it fixed.” Kent’s voice called out from the bathroom.
Jessie walked back in and found him sitting on the floor next to the massive tub.
“See? No more leak.” He turned the water on and then off, and it stopped dripping.
“Cool. One problem down.”
“So, what bedroom?”
“I want us all to stick to the master because it’s safer for us all to be together and it’s the largest room.”
“What about Wyatt?”
“He stays with us until he refuses to. Then he can fix his own damn room.” Jessie huffed out a breath and walked out of the bedroom and downstairs.
She checked her watch and realized they would need to see about supper soon as it would be getting dark in another couple of hours. She rummaged around in the kitchen and came up with Spam that wasn’t out-of-date and decided on fried Spam with green beans and pinto beans.
She had everything ready when the men showed up. They each looked preoccupied, so she kept her mouth shut, and they ate in silence. Once all the dishes were put up, they sat at the kitchen table and discussed their plans for the next few days.
“We don’t have a lot of time until winter gets here. Kent and I found a garden tiller in the shed out back. We’re going to work on it so we can till up a garden. Once we have it ready, Jessie, we need you to handle the planting and general upkeep while we work on other things. We’ll till it when it needs it periodically,” Wyatt began.
“I can do that. I’ll also keep working on the house until I have it completely cleaned out. Then we’ll move all of our stuff in it.”
“Good deal,” Wyatt said. “The other thing is that I saw a wolf in the woods this afternoon. Where there is one, there’s a pack, so no one goes anywhere by themselves, and always carry a gun with you.”
“Oh, God. I hadn’t thought about there being wolves out here.” Jessie shivered.
“We’ll have to keep the cow and calf in the barn or close to the house,” Kent said.
“I’d like to also get that fence repaired so we can let them out in that pasture some during the day. They can graze in it while we’re working.” Wyatt made a note on his pad.
“The master bathroom is clean and in working order. The master bedroom is next. Then we can move our own mattress upstairs to that bed.”
“What other room is workable?” Wyatt asked without looking at her.
“I understand if you don’t want me, Wyatt, but for now, at least, I need you to stay with us in the same room. I’ll feel safer.”
“Jessie, you’re asking a lot of him,” Kent began.
“That’s okay, Kent. I’ll stay with you, for now. She’s probably right. We don’t know anything about this place. It’s better if we stick together. I’ll give you plenty of alone time, if you’re worried about that.”
Kent just shook his head.
“So, you two are going to work on the tractor thingy and fix the garden the rest of this week while I work on the house. Is that the plan?” Jessie asked.
“That’s the plan.” Wyatt stood up and walked over to the stairs. “I’m going to take a shower and change clothes. I’ll be down in about thirty or forty-five minutes.”
Jessie figured that was his way of giving them some privacy. She smiled at Kent and stood up. “I’m going to get my bag out of the truck.”
She didn’t want Wyatt to know how much it hurt her for him to pull away like he was doing. She wasn’t sure how she was going to handle losing that part of him. It didn’t matter that she’d never really had it to begin with.
* * * *
Wyatt looked in the mirror in the fading light. He looked like hell. He ran his hands over his face and leaned against the sink. He needed to shave off the new growth of beard he had and cut his hair. He looked like a mountain man with his long, curly hair and wiry beard. Why would Jessie even want him?
He shook that thought off and turned on the shower while he pulled off his clothes. The warm water felt great to his parched skin. It had been a long week of spit baths. He quickly washed and rinsed off. He shampooed his hair and rinsed it out as well. Then he looked down at his swollen cock and closed his eyes. He couldn’t go back downstairs with another hard-on to climb into bed next to Jessie.
Wyatt wrapped his hand around his thick cock and began tugging in long, slow pulls trying to summon a picture of Leslie in his mind. Try as he might, he couldn’t picture her anymore. All he could see in his mind’s eye was Jessie smiling up at him. He cursed and tugged harder. His balls were on fire with need.
Instead of Leslie on her knees with his cock in her mouth, he saw Jessie’s pink lips stretched wide around his cock with love in her eyes as she swallowed him down her throat. He groaned and quickened his pace. He reached between his legs with his other hand and squeezed his balls. Lightning flashed down his spine as he felt the beginnings of his climax building. He cursed and let his mind think about Jessie.
Her heavy-lidded eyes would stare up at him as he fed his dick to her one inch at a time. She’d moan around him and suck his cock all the way to her throat and then swallow around him. He imagined holding her head as he fucked her mouth, her hot tongue gliding over his cock like a warm glove. With each pass of her lips over his shaft, he grew harder, if possible, as she let her teeth graze his cock.
He went up on his toes as the first shots of cum spewed from his hardened cock to splash against the ceramic tiles. He pulled faster and squeezed tighter as he came harder than he’d ever come before.
Wyatt leaned against the cool tile and gathered his strength to clean up and shut off the water. He needed to save some of the hot water for them. They would probably take a shower together. He cursed at the thought. Why was he being so stubborn about it? She said she loved him. Why wasn’t that enough?
He just wasn’t sure it was love, though, either for her or for him. He still thought about Leslie all the
time, and even though he didn’t love Leslie, he didn’t know if how he felt about Jessie was more than just lust. It bothered him that he didn’t mind that his brother was fucking her. It should bother him if he really loved her.
He dried off and dressed, then checked his watch. It had been nearly an hour. They were going to have to use the flashlight to take a shower. He grabbed up his dirty clothes and rushed down the stairs, only to stop in midstride when he got to the living room.
Jessie was totally nude.
* * * *
Jessie took Kent’s cock deep in her throat as he face fucked her over and over. She moaned around him. Her hands found his balls and began to manipulate them, then scratched lightly over them with her nails. Kent hissed out a breath.
“I want you, Jessie. I want in that tight cunt. Get up and bend over the couch for me, baby.”
Jessie immediately stood up and bent over the couch arm and looked back over her shoulder at him. He stroked her pussy with his cock, then lined it up with her slit and plunged forward. Jessie groaned as he shoved his way in until he reached the back of her. She could feel him bump her cervix and thrilled at the pleasure of it.
He pounded into her over and over, pulling almost all the way out before tunneling back in with his massive cock. She wanted it harder and faster and pushed back to meet his thrusts. Kent met her needs by increasing his thrusts until he was moving the couch with each delve into her hot cunt.
Jessie threw back her head and growled as he reached around and fingered her cunt.
“Play with yourself, baby. I can’t do it and I want you to come.”
She reached between her legs and spread her juices all around her clit as Kent tunneled in and out of her pussy. She rubbed her clit over and over then pressed hard against it and came with a scream.
Her orgasm must have set him off because she felt him go still and taut inside of her as she squeezed his cock. The force of his cum spewing in her cunt sent her off again.
They collapsed against the couch, panting like racehorses after a race.
* * * *
“Wyatt, I know you’re there. You can come in.” Jessie turned her face to look up at him where he stood on the last step.
“I’m sorry. I was already down before I realized you, um, were…” he trailed off.
“Fucking?” she asked. “It’s okay. I liked that you were watching.”
“Come on, Jessie. We better get a shower while there’s still enough light we can see.” Kent stood up and held out his hand to pull her up.
She took his hand and extended her other one to Wyatt for his help as well. What could he do? He grabbed her hand and helped Kent pull her to her feet. He tried not to look at where his brother’s seed spilled down the inside of her thigh. He forced his eyes away from the rounded globes of her ass and the gentle swell of her belly. But he got stuck on her breasts. They were beautiful, a little more than a handful, but not a waste at all. Kent caught him staring and grinned.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
“Yeah, she is.” He let go of Jessie’s hand and walked over to the kitchen to get a glass of water.
Somehow, they were going to have to work things out. He couldn’t walk in on them like that again. It wasn’t right. Jessie was his brother’s wife, for want of a better term. It wasn’t right for him to see her that way. Hell, it wasn’t right that he had jacked off to thoughts of her either.
Then why not join them? It’s obvious that you feel something for her. But it wasn’t enough. He should love her like she deserved, not just fuck her because she was there and he was horny.
Wyatt cursed and emptied the glass in the sink before leaving it to wash in the morning. He straightened the covers, trying to shut out the obvious scent of sex in the room. Then he climbed into bed and lay awake, waiting for them to come to bed. He didn’t want to imagine them in the shower together. He knew what he would do if he had her in the shower. He’d go down on that hot little pussy.
He squeezed his eyes shut and called himself every name in the book. He was not going to think about Jessie that way. She belonged to his brother. They were not going to use her between them like that. End of story.
He heard her shout yes from the bathroom above.
Chapter Nine
“Do you think we’re going to get this son of a bitch running again?” Kent asked, dripping sweat from his forehead to the dirty piece of machinery they were working on.
“If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to get the fucker to run.” Wyatt cursed when he hit his knuckle on the motor of the tractor.
“Let me look at that book again,” Kent said, and wiped his hands with a rag before picking up the book they’d dragged out on motors.
He read back over the last couple of pages and grinned.
“I’ve got it. It needs more oxygen to generate the spark. There has to be an air filter on it like there is on a car. Let’s find it.”
They searched and finally found it. The filter came out full of dirt. Kent shook it out and winced when it fell apart in his hand.
“Great, do you think there’s another one around here?” Wyatt asked.
“In all this crap? There sure as hell should be.” Kent walked over to the wall that had dozens of parts to unknown things hanging or sitting on shelves.
“How are you two getting along?” Wyatt asked as they searched for a filter.
“Fine. Why?”
“Just wanting to be sure I wasn’t getting in the way.”
“You’re my brother. You’re never in the way, Wyatt.”
“Still, newlyweds need alone time, and we live with each other, so it has to be tough.”
“If we need alone time, we can go in one of the other rooms. She’s about got them all cleaned up now. Don’t worry about it.”
“Hmm, what about this?” Wyatt held up a package with a square-shaped thing that looked like a sponge in it.
“Hey, I think that’s it. Let’s try it. Don’t demolish the package. We might need to find more of them.”
They carefully pulled it out of the package and placed it in the slot before screwing it back in place. Then they tried to crank the motor again. It took three tries, but it finally took. They popped each other on the arm and crowed in triumph.
“Hey! You got it going!” Jessie handed each of them a glass of tea.
“This is better than yesterday’s. I think you got the amount of tea in the thing right this time, baby.” Kent took another swallow of the amber liquid.
“Okay, let’s start tilling up that garden.” Wyatt handed his empty glass back to Jessie. “Thanks, that was good.”
She smiled at him then turned and kissed Kent on the lips before grabbing his empty glass and heading back toward the house.
“You can’t take your eyes off of her when she’s around, Wyatt. I don’t care what you say. You love her more than just as a brother. You’re hooked on her.”
“I said to give it a rest.”
Kent shook his head but didn’t say anything more. He figured he’d eventually wear him down. It would take time, but what the hell else did they have?
He followed Wyatt out as he drove the tractor with the tines on back. They had staked off the area they wanted to start with for the garden. It wasn’t huge, but it was large enough, they figured, to take care of them for the first winter. They were going by one of the books Jessie was always quoting. When she wasn’t working, she was reading them.
Wyatt dropped the lever that dug the tines into the ground and shoved the tractor into gear. It ground forward at a snail’s pace but dug up the earth as it went. Kent was amazed they were actually getting it to work. Thank God Jessie had insisted they grab those books.
An hour later, Wyatt switched out with him and he drove the tractor, going over and over the same parcel of land until it was a deep, rich bed ready for rowing. His brother was working on the fence line for the small pasture they planned to use for the cow and her calf. He was all for
getting them out into the pasture as much as possible. Cleaning cow crap out of the stalls wasn’t his favorite thing to do.
By the time it was getting dark, he’d managed to plow up the garden, with half of it ready to row up. By tomorrow, they should have it ready for Jessie to plant. She’d drawn out a map of how she was going to plant, using the book’s suggestions on what needed to go next to what. If it could work, she’d get it going.
After they’d all showered and had eaten, they sat around in the dining area of the kitchen at the table and discussed the day’s work. It always felt like family time to him. He squeezed Jessie’s hand under the table. They tried not to rub Wyatt’s nose in it, but he loved touching her.
“So, how far are you on the fence line?” Kent asked.
“About halfway if the rest of the fence is in about the same condition. If it’s worse, then it will be a couple more days.”
“How are you coming on milking the cow?” Wyatt asked Jessie with a grin.
“Oh, shut up. I’m practicing. It’s not easy.” She hadn’t been able to get more than a glassful of milk so far.
Kent laughed and pinched her ass. She yelped and jumped up to run behind Wyatt.
“Tell him to quit pinching me.”
“Kent, you’re leaving bruises on her. Stop it.”
“I’m not hurting her.”
“Kent, stop it.” Wyatt grabbed Jessie and hauled her into his lap. “Look at that. You’re bruising her.” He pointed out a bruise on her hip near her panty line. His hand was cupping her ass.
“Sorry, baby. I didn’t know I’d done that.” Kent knew he hadn’t done it. She’d probably done it walking into something in the dark, like they all did.
What had him, though, was that his brother was unconsciously caressing Jessie’s ass. Jessie looked him in the eyes and smiled. It was a start. As if realizing what he was doing, Wyatt suddenly stood up, nearly dropping Jessie in the process.
