by Marla Monroe
Taking a deep breath of the fresh air to help clear his head, Brandon turned and walked back inside. He found Bolton and Heather curled up on the couch, fast asleep. He would let them sleep and fix a sandwich, then wake them up to go to bed. They both needed the rest. He and Bolton had been working hard for the last few weeks trying to get things ready for the when the heavier snow arrived.
He sat over in the chair opposite the couch and just watched them sleep. Heather had a dainty little snore that he found sweet. Bolton’s wasn’t. He smiled. His brother loved her as deeply as he did. It didn’t bother him that Bolton loved her. It bothered him that she didn’t trust him.
An hour later, he went over and shook Bolton awake.
“What?” He started to get up and seemed to realize he had Heather in his arms.
“You might want to think about getting her to bed. It’s getting late.”
“Yeah, sure. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back down. We need to talk, Brandon.”
Brandon just grunted and settled back in the chair. No doubt it would be another lecture about making Heather sad. It had been the same one over and over the last few weeks.
Bolton eased down the stairs and joined him back in the living room. He didn’t look happy.
“Her face is going to be black and blue tomorrow. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off of her even for a second.”
“She shouldn’t have to be watched like that. It’s fucking wrong,” Brandon told him.
“Look, Brandon. I don’t know what is going on with you, but you’ve got to stop alienating her. She’s hurting. She thinks you don’t like her anymore, and that she can’t please you in bed anymore.”
“That’s bullshit. She’s the most responsive woman I’ve ever had.”
“Show her that. Tell her that. Do something besides rolling over and going to sleep.”
“She doesn’t want me to hold her, Bolton, she wants you. She thinks I just look at her as a possession. I can’t stand that she feels that way, but nothing I’ve said has changed her mind.” Brandon stood up and crossed to the fireplace. The embers were banked for a fire in the morning.
“Have you told her how much you care about her? She loves you, man.”
“No she doesn’t, she hates me, and I can’t take much more of being around her and not being able to believe she sees me as more than her captor. I’m going to bed.” He turned and walked up the stairs, leaving Bolton behind him to stew over what he’d said. He hoped Heather was asleep when he made it to bed.
Chapter Five
Several days went by, and Heather redoubled her efforts to capture Brandon’s attention. He seemed to relax around her a little more and she reveled in it. A new snow began to fall, causing the men to be outside more and more tending to the animals. She missed them being around the house. She worked hard to keep hot food for them and plenty of wood in the fireplace so it would be warm when they got inside.
They seemed to appreciate it. At night, they made love. It was how she preferred to think about it. Just having sex made her feel dirty and cheap. Brandon joined them more often, and she began to think he was coming around.
One night, she climbed into bed and surprised Bolton by taking his rock-hard cock into her mouth. She licked up and down the silky shaft, paying special attention to the underside of the cap. She nibbled her way around it, then ran her tongue over the slit for a drop of cum. He hissed out a breath and grabbed at her head. She knew she was getting to him.
She felt Brandon behind her and smiled around Bolton’s dick. He was going to fuck her. She couldn’t help but hum in happiness around Bolton’s cock. He moaned at the vibrations she caused to tingle along his cock. She sucked hard at the mushroom cap, then swallowed down his massive stalk.
Just then, Brandon licked up her slit, causing her to groan around the dick in her mouth.
“Fuck, that feels so damn good,” Bolton managed to get out in a strained voice.
Brandon entered her with two fingers. He spread her to prepare her for his monster of a cock. When he positioned his dick at her entrance and pushed inward, Heather moaned her approval. He began a slow, steady rhythm that frustrated her. She wanted more, but when she tried to push back, he slapped her ass and told her to be still.
Bolton chuckled. In retaliation, she sucked him all the way to the back of her throat, then swallowed. He tangled his fingers in her hair and began to fuck her mouth in short, shallow pumps.
Brandon circled her back hole with something cold, then pushed in. She managed not to cry out, but it stung.
“Push out against my finger, Heather. It won’t hurt as bad. I want to prepare you to take my cock so we can take you at the same time.”
Heather wanted that desperately. She pushed out and his thumb popped inside past her tight ring. He slowly pushed farther in and pulled out, only to do it again and again. She found that it began to feel good. Nerves she hadn’t known existed came alive and tingled.
Brandon pulled out his thumb and pushed in two fingers now. It stung again, but she pushed out and let them enter her. He scissored them back and forth, spreading her ass in the process. He continued to pummel her pussy with his cock, matching the rhythm with his fingers.
She began to suck harder on Bolton before she couldn’t concentrate on him. She wrapped her hand around him and worked his dick as she sucked. It wasn’t long before he began grunting, and she knew he was about to come. She redoubled her effort, and was soon rewarded with streams of cum deep in her throat. She hummed her approval and licked him clean.
With Bolton taken care of, Brandon began pounding into her from behind. She growled, and began to meet him thrust for thrust. The fingers in her ass were wonderful. She never would have believed it. They touched nerve endings she’d never felt before and made her feel full. How would she feel with his massive cock inside her ass? Could she even take him? God, she would do anything for him.
He reached around at that time and tapped at her clit, sending her into spasm after spasm of climax like she’d never felt before. She felt him still behind her, and warm streams of his cum filled her pussy. He collapsed on top of her for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then he pulled out and left her there to go to the bathroom. He came back with a bath cloth and cleaned her up, then climbed into bed and patted her on the arm before turning over and going to sleep.
* * * *
Bolton ground his teeth at the way Brandon left her like that. He pulled her into his arms and kissed along her neck and cheek.
“Shh. I’ve got you, Heather.”
She didn’t make a sound, but he could feel the silent sobs from her tiny body. It was then that he realized she had lost weight again. Fuck, Brandon and his stubborn self. He lulled her into sleep, then thought about what to do. He was sick of Brandon treating her like a whore. As far as he was concerned, that was what he was doing. They were brothers, but he almost hated him in that moment.
He managed to sleep for several hours, but he dreamed of them as a family with everything working like it was supposed to. They made love together, and Brandon treated her like the precious gift she was to them. When he woke up several hours later, he couldn’t go back to sleep.
Trying not to wake anyone up, he slid out of bed and grabbed his clothes. He slipped downstairs and dressed. It was nearly five, so it would be time to get up in a couple of hours, anyway. He would get a head start on the chores.
Heather usually got the eggs and milked the cow. He’d get all of that done after he made a pot of coffee. It wasn’t long before he heard footsteps on the stairs, and knew they were Brandon’s by the heavy tread. He steeled himself not to light into him when he walked into the kitchen.
“What are you doing up so early?” his brother asked.
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“What are you planning to do?”
“Gather the eggs and milk the cow so Heather doesn’t have to get out in the cold this morning.” Bolton poured a cup of coffee as soon as the pot w
as full.
Brandon took down a cup and helped himself as well. He didn’t say anything, so Bolton kept quiet as well. The rift between them was palpable, but he wasn’t going to be the one to bring it up. After a few minutes, he finished his coffee and grabbed the buckets and left his brother standing at the kitchen counter.
Maybe he should suggest that Brandon move back into his room and stay away from Heather altogether. It would hurt her at first, but she would get used to it, and it would put a stop to the constant upheaval she was going through daily. He wasn’t sure he could do it, though. Should he discuss it with Heather first? He didn’t have the answer to that.
Once he finished the chores, he took the milk and eggs back inside and wrote out a note to let Heather know he’d already done everything so she wouldn’t look for the buckets. Then he went back outside to join Brandon feeding the cattle. They had to keep hay out in the field for them to eat in the cold. They had brought them closer to the house to offer some protection from the harsh winds.
Bolton found Brandon already out in the field spreading hay. He joined him, and they worked in silence for nearly an hour in the harsh cold. Then Brandon motioned for him to follow him farther out in the field.
“Look what I found.” He pointed to some tracks in the snow.
“Fuck, is that a wolf?” Bolton squatted to get a better look.
“Yep. It’s the only set I’ve found so far, but it doesn’t mean there aren’t more. We’re going to have to watch for it. It will be going after the cows and the chickens.”
“Maybe we should hunt for it.” Bolton stood back up.
“I figure so as well. We’ll wait and see if we find anymore tracks. It might just be passing through. They hunt in packs. It might be looking for a pack to join.”
“I was thinking of going deer hunting tomorrow morning. I can keep a lookout while I’m out,” Bolton said.
“Good idea. Fresh deer meat would be good. Um, Heather has lost some weight.”
“Yeah and you should know why.” Bolton walked off, fuming.
He walked back to the house and when he opened the door, he found Heather cooking breakfast. She turned and smiled.
“You are out early. Thanks for doing my chores. I appreciate it.”
“Woke up early, so I decided to get a head start. Breakfast smells great.”
“Brandon coming in?” She asked it casually without looking at him.
“Should be on in, in a few minutes. He was checking the horses.”
She had breakfast on the table before Brandon finally walked through the door. He peeled out of his coat, scarf, and gloves and hung his hat on the peg.
“Something smells good.”
“I cooked some of the deer sausage this morning. I figured you could do with some extra protein being out in the cold.”
“Thanks.” Brandon sat down and filled his dish. Then he looked over at her plate and frowned. “You need more than that.”
“I nibbled while I was cooking. I’m already nearly full.”
Bolton caught his attention and shook his head. Brandon frowned at him, but didn’t say anything more about her needing to eat more. Bolton planned on bringing it up later. He didn’t want Brandon upsetting her. He had already done enough harm.
When they were finished, they started bundling up to go back out in the cold. Heather walked over to him and gave him a loud smack on the lips, then turned to Brandon and pulled his head down for a kiss. He let her, but he didn’t return it. She let go of him and backed up a step.
“Um, be careful out there.” She turned and began gathering up the plates.
Bolton was about ready to beat the living hell out of his brother now.
* * * *
Heather kept busy in the house through most of the winter. The men spent a lot of time outside in the harsh weather. Sometimes she felt so alone during the day. Then, when they were back inside, she was happy again. If only she could do more outside. It wouldn’t be so bad then. Part of the loneliness stemmed from the fact that Brandon still seemed so distant.
He continued to fuck her with Bolton at least, but never in any position other than behind her. He kept stretching her ass, but he never penetrated her with his cock. She’d all but begged him to. Telling him she wanted to feel him inside her. Still, he resisted that last piece of intimacy. It hurt, but she was thankful for what she had. She could be back in the brothel servicing every man that came through.
When the men came in tonight, she was going to give Brandon a blow job. She hadn’t done that in a while. Surely he wouldn’t stop her from doing that. She’d catch him when he came out of the shower and was drying off. He’d not be able to resist her that way. She had it all planned out.
Sure enough, when he walked out of the shower, he was still toweling off. She grabbed the towel from him and dropped it on the floor to kneel in front of him.
“Heather, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” She took his semihard cock in her hand. “I’m having cock for dessert.”
She sucked the bulbous head into her mouth as hard as she could and was rewarded with a “Holy crap.”
“You don’t have to do this, Heather,” he said through gritted teeth.
“I want to.” She redoubled her effort to get him hard. He wasn’t responding.
Brandon grabbed her head and groaned. “Heather, I don’t think I can right now.”
She wouldn’t give up. She fondled his balls, but he remained only semierect. She stopped and stared up at him with tears in her eyes.
“Why not?”
“I’m just really tired tonight, Heather. It’s not you. Come on.” He reached down and pulled her up. “Let’s go to bed.”
He picked her up and carried her to bed, and actually wrapped an arm over her. She sighed around the tears. It wasn’t any time until he began snoring. When Bolton came to bed later, he looked at her and lifted an eyebrow. She shook her head and closed her eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come. She heard Brandon sigh and roll over, leaving her without the comfort of his arm across her belly. She swallowed and tried to fall asleep, but nothing she did worked.
Finally, she climbed out of bed sliding to the foot of the bed to keep from waking the men. Then she gathered her clothes and dressed in the bathroom. She hurried down the stairs and found that it was four in the morning. She added wood to the fireplace and stirred the embers to start the fire so she wouldn’t be cold. Then she curled up on the couch with a blanket around her.
Two hours later, she got up and set up the coffee. Then she fixed a cup of hot chocolate for herself. The men came downstairs a few minutes later dressed for the cold with thermals and long-sleeve shirts. They immediately headed for the coffee.
“Probably won’t be out as long today,” Bolton told her. “With the snow slowly melting, there isn’t as much to do.”
“Good. It will be good to have you inside. I miss you when you’re gone.”
Bolton pulled her into his arms and kissed her hungrily. She returned the kiss and enjoyed the warmth of his body against hers. She wished Brandon would do the same thing, but he rarely kissed her anymore.
“I’m going out to get the eggs and milk. I’ll be back in to start breakfast in a few minutes.”
“Be careful out there,” Brandon said.
“I’ll watch her,” Bolton said and pulled on his coat as she did.
“I’ll be okay, Bolton. You don’t have to come out and watch me.”
“I like watching you, though,” he confessed with a smile.
She shrugged and winked at him then, grabbed her buckets and headed out into the snow, paying close attention to how she stepped. She didn’t want to fall in the frozen snow if she could help it.
The chickens raised a fuss as they always did when she opened the coop. They refused to come out, and she spent ten minutes avoiding pecking birds as she emptied their nests. Then she poured grain on the floor, and in the trough at the back of the coop. When she closed
the coop behind her, Bolton took the bucket of eggs.
“I’ll take these in for you and be right back out.”
“I’ll be safe in the barn, silly.”
“Like I said. I like to watch you.” He turned and walked toward the house.
Heather smiled and opened the barn door to the moos of their Jersey cow. She pulled off her gloves and sat down to milk her. It always took a few tries before she got it right, and was soon pulling milk without trouble. The cow turned her head and mooed at her again.
“Sorry. I wore gloves to keep my hands as warm as possible.”
“You should have let me warm them up for you first,” Bolton said as he walked into the barn.
“You startled me. Now I’m out of rhythm.”
He laughed and knelt behind her, and put his hands over hers and helped her start back. He let go of her hands and pulled her hair away from her shoulder, then bent down to suck at her neck.
Heather shivered and giggled. He was in a mood. She liked it when he got in one of those moods, but they were out in the barn, in the cold. Once she’d finished milking the cow, she stood up and bent to get the bucket. He stopped her and backed her over to an empty stall where they kept the extra horse blankets.
“I want you just like this,” he said.
He began unfastening her jeans. He pushed them down, then turned her around to the blankets and had her get on all fours. She looked over her shoulder and watched him unfasten his jeans and push them to his knees. He pushed two fingers inside of her already-weeping pussy and made sure she was ready for him. Then he plunged inside of her as far as he could make it in one push.
Heather bit her hand to keep from screaming out. The pressure was so good. He backed out and plunged again until he was all the way inside of her hot cunt.
“Fuck, you are so tight, Heather.” He continued to pummel her as he reached around and played with her clit. “Come for me, baby. I can’t last long in your tight pussy.”
