Harvest of Sin

by Jordan Shay

  “Anna, I want to make love to you. Like really make love to you.”

  I was shocked. He said it out loud. I wanted to say something back, but I couldn’t. Instead, I pushed Derek off me, grabbed my bonnet and ran back to the house. My head was spinning. I really wanted to keep going with Derek, but shit, I couldn’t. My parents were expecting me at the table. And something, I don’t know what, but it gave me a little feeling of guilt. Not sure if it was sinful guilt, guilt that Caleb was probably here, or guilt that I’m just a hot mess.

  I stopped at the porch, fixed my dress and bonnet, and looked at my reflection in the window to make sure I was presentable.

  The buggy parked in the yard told me Caleb was already there.

  Thankfully upon entering the house, nobody was in the living room. Mama was still in the kitchen, and the men were at the kitchen table. I casually walked into the kitchen, and all eyes stared at me. Why were they staring at me?

  “Ummm, Anna. Why do you have straw in your bonnet?” Mama asked.

  My face burned with embarrassment. My heart pounded on my chest. Think of something, Anna! Dammit, think of something!

  Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the eyes staring at me, I stammered out with, “Oh Mama, I fell into the goat pen. Went to check the kids. They were cuddling with their Mama. Reached in to give a pet, and fell right in!”

  The room was roaring! Somehow my Mama, Papa, and Caleb found this to be incredibly funny. So I laughed too. How could I not?

  Dinner smelled amazing. Mama’s bread sitting in a beautiful basket my granny had made, covered in a lovely white linen to keep it warm. Pot roast in the middle of the table, potatoes, carrots, and collard greens surround the roast. I realized, I was starving. Absolutely starving.

  “Come sit by Caleb.”

  “Yes, Papa.”

  “Hi Anna. Thank you for having me over for dinner. I was so happy to have the opportunity to see you again.”

  “Nice to see you too, Caleb.”

  Why does he talk so formal? He’s cute, but damn, why so formal? No way in hell he’ll accept my trucker mouth. Chewing my food, looking at this nice looking man, I just can’t help but wonder if Caleb and I were English, would this dinner be happening. Doubtful. We’d probably be wearing jeans, going to a movie, or getting a burger at a fast food joint. I’ve gotta get some jeans. I’ve just gotta try them on. I wonder what they feel like? I want some so bad.

  “Anna? Anna? Earth to Anna?” Caleb was looking at me curiously, his head tilted slightly.

  “Huh? I mean, yes. Yes, Caleb, I am fine. Just day dreaming. It’s been a long day.”

  “Anna, I have asked your father if I may start courting you. He has agreed.”

  I nearly threw up. Nearly lost my shit, right there. Mama and Daddy were smiling, Caleb was confident in his words, and I was exploding inside. What. The. Fuck. First night at the dinner table, and we will be officially courting. Total bullshit. I hate that word anyhow. Courting.

  “Exciting, isn’t it, Anna?” my mother chimed in.

  “Well actually…”

  My father cut me off. He knew I was a firecracker. A wild horse. Nearly untamable. But my father is as driven as I am, which meant he was hell bent on getting his way.

  “Of course Anna is excited!” exclaimed my father.

  I forced a half smile on my face. Caleb looked a bit confused, but that didn’t make him retract that awful invitation to courtship. Even though I had known it was coming, the official way he asked made me ill. And angry.

  “How about we go for a ride after dinner? My buggy is parked by the shed.”

  I had no choice; that was for certain. Twenty-six fucking years old, and no choice. So I said, “Ok, Caleb.” My mother’s face relaxed, and my father’s face softened. They must have felt that, finally, this wild child will settle down with a man to start a family.

  We finished dinner, although my appetite had waned. Mama told me not to worry about the dishes, just go with Caleb. For once in my life, I would have rather washed the dishes. Many dishes. Enough dishes that would have fed an army, a small country, anything. But no, no dishes tonight. Just a buggy ride with my husband-to-be.

  Caleb and I left the house, and headed to the shed. That damn shed. The shed where wicked good memories lie. I tried to look away from the shed, but my eyes were drawn to it. Caleb noticed.

  “Do you have animals in that shed, too?”

  “Umm, no. Just hay, straw, and stuff.”

  “Straw, huh?”

  “Yep.”

  Why would he say straw huh? Weird.

  “You like straw or something?” I asked.

  He laughed. “No Anna. I don’t like straw. I like what you can do in the straw.”

  That did make me chuckle. I hadn’t see it coming. He was proper in front of my family, but was he alluding to sinful acts in the straw? English, Amish, it doesn’t matter...these men must have one thing, and one thing only, on their minds. Oddly, so must I, because I wasn’t offended about his comment with the straw.

  I laughed. I guess the straw can be fun. Caleb laughed too. He looked into my eyes, and the brightness of the moon gave him a sparkle in his eyes. I thought for sure we’d be going in the shed. But we didn’t. Instead, Caleb walked me to his buggy and helped me in.

  We rode around our little town. Talking about everything and nothing. To my surprise, the time had passed quickly and this time we found lots of things to talk about. We talked about our time in school and he shared some stories of his friends. How wild some of them were! I told him about my family, my animals. We came around the bend, down the hill, and slowly entered my driveway. I was almost sad that the evening was over. I actually think I enjoyed the evening.

  Caleb jumped off the buggy, and then walked around and helped me down. We walked up to the porch and stood there for just a minute. Looking at the powerful moonlight.

  “Gorgeous, isn’t it?” He was gazing upwards.

  “What? The moon?” I asked.

  “Yes, the moon. It’s reflection of light is so powerful, that we can see it all the way down here.”

  “Ya, I guess I never really thought about that much.”

  “Anna. That moon is gorgeous, but not as gorgeous as you. It’s powerful, but not as powerful as the powers you have to make me fall in love with you.”

  Shit. That was fucking powerful. Was that supposed to be poetry or something? What did all that mean? Well, at least he’s not in love with me...yet. My heart was so confused.

  Caleb leaned in, almost so much as to kiss me. I felt his warm breath on my face, and I inhaled his scent. I thought I was going to bolt, but I didn’t. I found myself wanting him to kiss me. I wanted to feel his lips against mine. He leaned closer, but then said, “Let’s do this again sometime.” He winked at me. Then he turned around and left. No kiss. Was I disappointed or relieved? Hell, I wasn’t even sure what I wanted.

  I’m so fucking confused. Once again.

  Entering the house, Papa asked, “Have fun?”

  “Ya, it was alright. I’m going to bed. See you in the morning. Good night”

  “Good night, Anna.” The voices of both my mother and father followed me upstairs as I lunged into bed. I had to go to work tomorrow, and I needed some rest.

  I had no idea how I was going to turn off my mind and get some sleep, But, I must've been more exhausted than I thought.

  I was asleep in minutes.

  Chapter Four

  Somehow I woke up and made it to work on time.

  Early in my shift, I ran into Angelina. We went to grade school together, studied together, ate lunch together, and had been friends for as long as I can remember. She came into the store with her husband, Ryan. Short fella, like really short, but heart of gold. They just married last summer, no kids. Angelina and her husband strolled through the store, slowly walking up and down the zigzag aisles of Mr. Johnny’s furniture store. She looked like she was looking for something, but I was unsure of
what. I was about to ask her when she stopped at the baby cradle. She was expecting.

  “Hey, Anna, how much for this beautiful cradle?” She ran her fingers along the smooth rail at the top.

  I told her, “It’s $375. If you like that one, you’re more than welcome to take it today. If you want another color, Mr. Johnny can special make it for you.”

  She replied, “I love it. It’s perfect. Ryan will pay you for it?”

  At the register I rang it up. “That’ll be $398.50, with tax.”

  “Here ya go, Anna.” Ryan handed over the cash. Amish only deal in cash.

  “Thank you.” I made his change and shut the drawer.

  “So how you been, Anna? Courting anyone?” Angelina linked her arm through Ryan’s, possessively, and smiled.

  I may have failed to mention that Angelina, by nature, is also very nosey. Always has to have her nose in everyone’s business. Including mine. I started to chuckle. Some things never change, no matter how old we get.

  I answered, “I’m good. Busy helping mama with the kids, and working here.” Shit, how do I answer the courting question? Can I ignore it? Do I answer with a ‘yes’ or a ‘no’? Can I answer with a ‘kinda’? No. I suppose not.

  By the grace of God, the door opened. Another customer. Saved.

  “Good to see you, Angelina. I’ve gotta help this customer. Stop by again, okay?” Then glancing at her belly, and Ryan handing the cradle, I said, “And, good luck to you both.”

  She seemed pleased with that, and she and Ryan left the store.

  I walked over to the older English lady walking around. She seemed to know her way around fairly well. Meandering in and out, between all the furniture. A looker, I suppose. We get many of those. Thinking they want some Amish made furniture, then they look at the price, and leave. Quality, people. We Amish build things to last. Not like that junk you get at the Yankee store.

  Just as expected, the lady left. The hours ticked by until finally it was time to close up. I flipped the sign on the door to closed, locked the register, and turned down all the lanterns. Doing my final walk-around, I heard the shop door open. Shit. I forgot to lock the handle.

  I’m was near the back of the store, and couldn’t see who walked in, so I shouted, “Sorry, we’re closed! Be open again tomorrow morning at 9:00 a.m.”

  “Closed?” A deep, nearly recognizable voice, said. Could it be...

  I peered from around a tall oak pie box, and saw him. Derek! Like a moth to a flame, I walked towards him, excited to see him. And curious. Was he here to see me, or to look at furniture? How did he know I worked here?

  “What are you doing here, Derek?”

  “Came to see you.” My heart lurched and I felt my cheeks blush.

  “Well, store’s closed. I’ve got to get home soon. They are expecting me.”

  “Anna, I can’t stop thinking about you.” He moved slowly towards me, his eyes boring into mine.

  I screamed inside, I can’t stop thinking about you too! But I said nothing. Just waited for him to reach me. He embraced me. I let him.

  “You feel so good in my arms, Anna.”

  I broke away. Just for a moment. I silently walked to the front door, and locked it. What was I doing? I knew exactly what I was doing. I grabbed Derek’s hand, and led him to the back storage room.

  “We can talk back here, Derek. Can’t talk out there. Too many windows. If someone sees us talking. Well…”

  “I know, Anna. I know.”

  Suddenly, I crushed my lips onto his and stifle his words. He made a sound of surprise, but I felt the corners of his lips turn up. He smiled. I continued pressing my mouth on his and then slowly let my tongue feel it’s way around. The rhythm of our tongues, and the quivering in our lips, is undeniably a passion that has been bottled up. Unsure of where my bravado is coming from, I unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his zipper. Barely needing to reach in, as his swollen dick pops out. I gently grabbed it. Caressed it. Slow, then fast, rubbing my thumb around the head. He moaned. He moved one hand to my breast through my dress and caressed my protruding nipple. I moaned in pleasure, and my pussy started to ache in anticipation. I want him in me.

  He slowly lowered himself down, moved both hands under my dress, and slowly brought my panties down to my ankles. I stepped out of them. He lifted my dress, and was face to face with my throbbing clit. He smiled and licked it.

  “Like that?” He asked. I nodded. He licked a couple more times, then gently sucked on the clit, letting it pulsate in his mouth. He took one finger and slid it up my pussy, finger fucking me while he sucked. It felt so good I’m certain I saw stars.

  He continued to finger fuck me, starting light and gentle, then a little harder. It was on the verge of hurting, but felt so good at the same time. My pussy was so wet, I could hear it as he rammed me. I’m juicing. Damn, I wanted to fuck him. He put his mouth around my pussy and tasted every bit of me until I could not longer breathe. He seemed to know I needed air, and he stood up.

  “You taste so fucking delicious, Anna.” His pants fell loosely to his ankles and I knew it was my turn. I got down on my knees. He didn’t want it slow this time. He thrust his hips forward, and let me take in his dick. Deep. His dick head nearly touched the back of my throat, and I felt his balls on my chin. I tasted his man juice as it started to trickle. Grabbing his balls carefully, he moaned. Pushing me back. Not because he doesn’t like it, but because it’s his turn again.

  “I don’t want to come yet, Anna.”

  He lifted me onto the work table. Spread my legs and dove in. His face was buried in my pussy. Sucking my clit, finger fucking me, licking all around. He rammed my pussy hard with his fingers, and my pussy juice dripped down his hand. He slurped at it with desire.

  “Anna, baby, come. Come, baby. I want to hear you scream in pleasure.” I moaned a little, but felt embarrassed to be any louder. I knew we were alone, but it was out of character for me. “Let it out, Anna. No one can hear you.”

  And then unexpectedly he slid a finger in my ass and in perfect response I yelped. He smiled and kissed my thighs to relax me while he worked his finger in and out.

  He started licking my pussy again, put one finger in my cunt, one in my ass, and the feeling was out of this world. Where did he learn this? Had he done this with other girls? In that moment, I didn’t care, I just didn’t want him to stop. He started moving his fingers faster, in and out. With my legs in the air, I spread them to give him better access. Banging on my g-spot, and that was what finally did it. The orgasm took over and I screamed. The rush, the warmth. The excitement. He made me cum.

  As my orgasm completed, I grabbed his dick and jacked him off...hard. He was excited and fucked my hand. He was almost there. I felt his ass cheeks quiver. I said nothing, my eyes and grip said it all.

  “Fuck, Anna. Fuck. That’s it baby. You got it. Don’t stop.”

  He came all over my fingers, and his body shook.

  Once I had taken a minute to regroup, I walked over behind the counter and grabbed the paper towels to clean ourselves with. I took a few, then tossed them to Derek so he could clean up too. He was still grinning from ear to ear, and I noticed that even when his dick wasn’t swollen and erect, it was still big. He caught me looking and winked.

  “Thank you for the afternoon delight, my dear Anna.”

  Fucking awesome day at work.

  Chapter Five

  The rest of the week passed uneventfully. I was to see Caleb again that weekend, my father told me, and I still had mixed emotions about him. I didn’t know when I would see Derek again, but the memory of that day at work stayed vividly in my mind. That man had a complete hold on me. He really did.

  On Friday, my cousin Heather came over and we worked in the garden for a while. Cleaning up the dead matter from the vegetable stalks, and getting it ready for the dormant winter. Heather went on a Rumspringa when she turned 16, but eventually came back to the Amish.

  “You neve
r really did tell me about your Rumspringa, Heather? What did you do? How was it?” I was extremely curious about the English lifestyle, lately.

  “Oh my gosh, Anna. It was crazy fun.” Heather stopped digging and leaned her voluptuous breasts on the shovel. “We went out to bars, dressed in jeans and t-shirts, stayed out late and even watched TV. Anna, you wouldn’t believe the kind of shows on TV!” She laughed and some strands of her blonde hair fell out of her bonnet.

  “What made you come back? I mean, I’m glad you did and all, but…”