by Bec Botefuhr
“I’veheardsomuchaboutyou.Welcometomyhome,Sierra.”
“I’veheardsomuchaboutyou,too.”Ismile,huggingherback.
MarcussmilesatmewhenIlookupathim.Hismotherletsmego andholdsmyshoulders,gettingagoodlookatme.
“Thisone’sarealoneson,noneofthatfakebeauty,”shesmiles, lettingherbrowneyesscanmyface.“Whathappenedtoyoureyelove, you’vegotarealshiner?”
“Acrazydrunkgirlthrewacanatmyhead.”
“Itwasn’tSierra’sfault,”Marcussays.“Thegirlwasdrunkand high.”
“Oh,that’sawful!”
Inod,thensmile.“Thankyouforlettingmeintoyourhome,Mrs.
Harrison.”
“CallmeJulie,andit’smostcertainlymypleasure.Come,Sierra, tellmeaboutyourself.TellmehowyoumetmyMickeyandhowthis cameabout.Oh,andmostofall,dotellmehowyoumanagedtochange hismindaboutthatmonsterofafiancéhehad.”
MybrowsraiseandMarcuschuckles.“Toldyou,”hemurmurs.
“There’smyboy!”
Weheartheloud,deepvoicethatechoesthroughthehalls.Iturnto seeatall,well-builtmanwalkinginside.Hisdarkhairisthesameas Marcus’,onlyit’sstreakedwithgrey.Hehaslaughterlinesaroundhis browneyesandhisfaceisverywarmandwelcoming.Bythelookofhim, he’sMarcus’father.There’snomissingtheresemblancebetweenthe two,they’rebothincrediblyhandsomeandhavethesamesmile.Marcus stepsforward,shakinghisfather’shand,thentheyarehugging.Ifeelmy smilecomeback,infact,Idon’tthinkit’sstopped.
“Howareyou,boy?”hisfatherasksinagruff,huskyvoice.
“I’mgood,oldman,yourself?”
“Ohyouknow,workin’ontheranch.Bloodytiringworkitis,too.”
“Heneverstops,”Julielaughs.
Marcus’fatherturnsandhiseyeswiden.Aslowsmilecreepsacross hisfaceashestepsforwardandtakesagoodlookatme.
“Welllookie,son,youpickedaprettyonedidn’tya?Howareya, girl?MynameisTed.Whatdidyoudotoyourface?”
Heextendshishand,andwithaflushItakeit.Hewrapshiscallused fingersaroundmyhandandweshake.
“It’snicetomeetyou,Ted.I’mSierraandit’salongstory,”Ilaugh.
“Suchaprettydarnname,andwell,aprettygirl.Goodchoice,son.”
“Yeah,IthinkIpickedwell,”Marcusgrins,meetingmygaze.
“Anyway,we’regoingtotalkinthekitchenandpreparedinner,you twoboysgetthebagsandcatchup,”Juliesays,takingmyhandagainand tuggingit.
“Bloodywomen,neverletussitdown,”Tedjokes.
IgigglesoftlyandletJuliepullmeintothelarge,woodenkitchen.
Whenwestop,sheletsmegoandturnstomewithasmile.
“So,Sierra,tellmeallaboutyourself.Tellmehowyoumet Mickey?”
Igiggle.“CanyoutellmewhyyoucallhimMickey?”
Shesmilesandleansherhipagainstthecounter,tuckingastrandof mousyhairbehindherear.
“HeusedtobeaMickeyMousefan,Imeanahugeone.Heusedto haveeverytoy,movie,andcollectablethatevercameout.Itlastedright upuntilhewastwelveyearsold.HelivedandbreathedMickeyMouse.
Heevendressedupoften,makingmepainthisface.Itwassoadorable, andsothenickname,Mickey,juststuck.”
Ismile.“IcouldneverimaginehimlovingMickeyMousenow,he’s so…manly.”
Shelaughssoftly.“Yes,buthestillletsmecallhimMickey.”
Igrin.“I’llgivethatoneago,seehowmuchhecaresaboutme!”
Hereyessoften.“Hedoescareaboutyou,alotfromwhatIcansee.”
“Icareabouthimtoo,verymuch.”
“Icanseethat,too.”
“Iknowitdidn’tstartinthemostappropriateway,butwe’reserious abouteachother.”
Shenods,turningandpullingalargeroastlambfromthefridge.
“Yes,well,sometimeslifedoesn’ttakeusonthemostsensibleof paths.Doesn’tmeanthey’rethewrongones,though.”
Inod,likinghowsheismakingmefeel.
“You’rerightaboutthat.”
“Sotellme,”shesays,handingmeaknife.“Howdidyoumeet?”
“Igotanopportunitytoworkforhim.”
“Thatmusthavebeen…interesting,”shechuckles.
“Yes,hecanbeahardman.”
“Yes,thathecertainlycan.”
“Itwasagreatexperiencethough.”
“Iimagine.Doyouknowhowtoslicevegetables?”
Inod.“Ofcourse.”
Sheopensthefridgeandgatherssomepotatoesandcarrots.Shepops themdownonthebenchandhandsmeacuttingboard,thenshegetsto workonthelamb.Ibeginpeelingandslicingthecarrotsandcubingthe potatoes.We’rebusychattingaway,whenMarcusandTedcomebackin, beersinhand.Ilookup,stillchopping,tosmileatMarcus.Ifeeltheburn beforeIrealizewhatI’vedone.JuliemakesagaspingsoundandIlook downtoseebloodpouringfrommypointerfingerinthick,redrivulets.I stareatitforamoment,almostinshock.
“Shit,Sierra!”IhearMarcussay.
Ican’tmove.Forsomereason,Iamjuststaringattheblood.Ifeel Marcustakemyhandandwrapatowelaroundmyfinger.IhearJulie flutteringabout,butittakesmeagoodmomenttosnapmyselfoutofthe momentIwasjusthaving.Iblinkafewtimesandliftmyeyestomeet Marcus’.Hestaresdownatme,hisgazeworried.Hisgripistightaround myfingerasheputspressureontoslowdownthebloodflow.Hepulls thetowelbackandstaresatthecut,thenhecoversitagainandlooksto hismother.
“It’scertainlydeepenoughforstitches,butthedistanceitwilltake isn’tworthit.”
“Ihavesomeglue,son.Thedoctorgaveittome,‘cozI’malways gettin’cut,”Tedsays.
MarcusnodsandTedturnsandwalksouttheroom.Marcusstrokes mycheek,makingmelookupathim.
“Youdon’tlikeblood.”
It’snotthatIdon’tlikeblood,I’vejustseentoomuchofmyown bloodinthepastfewdays.Juliestopsherfranticworryingandtakesmy hand,peekingatthecut.
“Ohgoodnesslove,youcouldhavecutyourfingeroffpervingatmy son!”
Thatdoesitforme,Iburstintoafitofgigglessoloudtheybothgo quiet.Afteramoment,JuliestartsgigglingtooandMarcusletsoffa deep,throatychuckle.WhenTedcomesbackin,helooksbetweenus withaconfusedexpression,thenhetoobeginschuckling.Hehands MarcusthelittlebottleofglueandMarcustakesit.Helooksdownatme andgivesmea‘isthisgoingtobeok?’look.Inodandheunravelsmy finger,IturnmyheadawayandlookatJulie.Shegivesmeareassuring smileandIwinceinpainasMarcusmovestheflesharoundsohecan glueitbacktogether.Whenhe’sdone,hebandagesitupandpressesmy fingertiptohislips.
WhenIlookatJulieagain,she’ssmiling…andjustlikethat,Iknow I’mapartofthisfamilyalready.
CHAPTER9
SIERRA
“Mickey!”
Weheartheloudboomingvoicecomingfromthefrontdoor.We’re allsittinginthelounge,drinkingbeerandplayingboardgames.Marcus iswinningeachone,eventhoughhe’sbeenupanddownonthephone.
That’sjustunfair.WhenIlookupinthedirectionthevoicecamefrom,I seeatall,darkhairedmancomethroughtheopening.Heresembles Marcus,onlyhiseyesarethesameasJulies.Hishairisatouchshorter andhe’salittleshorterandstockier,buthe’sjustasdevastatingly handsomeasMarcus.Icantellrightawaythisishisbrother,Iknewhe hadone,butIhaven’tbeengivenmanydetailsonhim.
Marcusgrins,standingandwalkingover.Hehugshisbrotherand theyslapateachother’sbacks.Ican’thelpbutsmile.Whentheyturn, Marcushashisarmaroundhisshoulder.Hegrinsdownatme,
andwhen hisbrothernoticesmehegivesmeagrinjustaswide.Julieleapsupand hugshim,andtheyallchathappilyamongstthemselvesforalong moment.Finally,theyturntomeandMarcusintroducesmeashis girlfriend.It’salittleweirdhearingmyselfbeingcalledMarcus’
girlfriend.It’snotreallyatermwehaveusedalotbetweenus.Itseems almosttoo…well…childish.
“Wellhellogorgeousgirl,damnbro,youpickedagoodonethis time.”
“Sierra,thisismycharmingbrotherHayden.Theonewhogavemy parentsgreyhair,”Marcuschuckles.
IsmileandshakeHayden’soutstretchedhand.
“Nicetomeetyou,Hayden.”
“Youtoo,prettylady.”
“Easeupbigfella,thisone’smine.”Marcusgrins.
“Yeahbro,doesn’tmeanIcan’tlook,”Haydenchuckles.
“Stopmakingthepoorgirlblush,”Tedgrins.
IlookoveratJulie,andshe’ssmilingsoftlyatme.Iturnbacktothe menandgivethemmybestgrin.
“Idon’tmind,”Ismile.
“Sweetgirl,”Haydenmurmurs.
“Fuckin’sweet.”Marcusagrees.
“Language!”Juliechastises.
Thenwe’realllaughingagain.Ihavealoving,caringfamily,butthis onenearlytopsmine.They’resogentle,funnyandwelcoming.They’re thekindoffamilyyouhopetohavewhenyouhavechildren.They’rethe kindoffamilyyouwanttobewhenyourownkidsbringhomesomeone theylove.They’rethemeaningoffamily,throughandthrough.
“Sotellme,Sierra,howdidMarcusgetsolucky?”Haydenasks, plonkingdownontothecouchbesideme.
“Fate,Iguess.”
“Hadtobemorethanfatetogetridofthatotherdragon.”
IchokeonthebeerIwasjusttakingasipof.Haydenlaughsand Marcuspuncheshisshoulderlightly.
“It’struebro,”heprotests.“Thewomanisasnake.”
“Yeah,Ifiguredthatoneoutthehardway.”
“Itoldyoufromthebeginning,”Tedadds.“Itoldyoushewasno good.”
“Yeah,dad,Iknowyoudid,”Marcussays,inagrufftone.
“Youshouldalwayslistentoyourparents,”Juliesays.“Theyknow what’sbest.”
“Yeah,Mickey…”Haydenteases.
Thetwogetintoawrestlingmatchonthecouch.Julierollshereyes andstands,pullingmeupwithher.
“IthinkIneedanicecupoftea,wouldyoulikeonelove?”
“Yesplease,Julie.”
WegointothekitchenandIhelpJuliepreparethetea,aswe’re watchingtheboys,shequietlysays,“I’veneverseenmysonlaughso much.He’ssodifferentwithyou,socarefree,sounwound.He’salways tiedupsotightly,he’salwayssostiffandangry.Idon’toftengettosee himjustbehimself,andnotthedominantmalehe’screatedhimselftobe inthepositionhe’sin.”
“Ilikeseeinghimhappy,too.He’ssomuchfunwhenhe’shappy.”
“Itdoesn’tmattertoyou,doesit?”
Iturntoher.“What?”
“Hismoney,hisjob?”
IstarebackatMarcusforalongmomentbeforeturningbacktoJulie andsaying,“No,itdoesn’t.Itneverhas.Infact,ifanything,Ikindof wishhedidn’tdoit.Iamsoveryproudofhim,he’samazingatwhathe does,butthatworldisdauntinganddraining.”
“You’regivinghimsomethingelse.You’relettinghimseealife outsideofwork.Forthat,Iwillbeforevergrateful.”
Ismileather.“He’sagoodman.”
“Andyou’reagoodwoman.”
“Thereyouare…”
IgrinwhenMarcuscomesupbehindmeandwrapshisarmsaround mywaist.
“Ah,it’stimeformetogo.”Juliesmiles,beforetakingherteaand walkingout.
“Hey…”Iwhisper.
“Heyyourself.”
“Areyouhavingfun?”
Heleansdownandwhispersthatintomyear,allthewhilehistongue isslidingoutandtracingatinglypathupmyneck.
“Iam,”Imurmur.“Mickey.”
Hechuckles.“Now,now,goeasyonme,baby.”
“Ihaveagoodgameinmindforthatname…”
“Oh?”hesays,nippingmyearlobe.
“Yes,itincludesmypussyandyourcock.”
HefreezesandIsmothermygiggle,Iknowmywordshaveshocked him,it’snotoftenIspeaklikethat.
“Sierra,baby,didyoujustspeakdirtytome?”
“Idid,sir,areyougoingtopunishmeforit?”
“HellnoI’mnot,butIwillfuckyou,hard,forit.”
Ishudder.“Pleasedo,sir.”
“Ithinkyoulooktired.”
“Oh,Iam.”
“Ithinkyoushouldgotobed,rightnow.”
“Yes,Ibelieveyou’reright.”
Heletsmego,spinsmearoundandtiltshishead,capturingmylips inonehellofakiss.Whenhepullsaway,hiseyesareblazing.BeforeI canopenmymouthtospeak,hepullsmeoutintothelivingroom.When everyonelooksupaswewalkin,Ifeelmycheeksflush.I’mfairlysure theyallknowwhatwe’reabouttogodo,andI’mnotsureI’mentirely comfortablewiththat,butatthesametime,Ihonestlydon’tthinkIhave itinmetoresisthim.Notwhenhisfingerisslidingsuggestivelyupand downmyback.Goddammit.
“We’regoingtobed,it’sbeenalongday,”Marcusannounces.
Julielooksupfromherpositiononthecouchandsmiles.“Ofcourse, haveawonderfulsleepyoutwo.”
MarcusgrinsatherandignoresHaydenashemurmurslittleteasing wordsabout‘gettinglucky’and‘gettingjiggywithit’.Ican’thelpbut smileasMarcusleadsmedownthehall,butaswenearclosertothe room,Ifeelmynervesgetthebetterofme.Iswallowoverandoveras westepinsidethelargeroom,withaqueensizedbedinthemiddle.
Thereisanoldwoodendeskinthecornerandthewallsareapaleblue.
Thebed’scoversalmostmatch,theyarealightbluecolorwithwhite trimmings.It’sallveryhomely.Marcuslet’sgoofmyhandandwalks overtothewindow,slidingitclosedandpullingacreamcurtainacrossit.
Whenheturnsbacktome,Iswallow.Heregoes.Idroptomyknees andmurmur,“It’stimetoplay,sir.”
~*~*~*~*
MARCUS
Holysweetfuck.She’sonherknees,hermouthworkingovermy cock,whileherfreehandcupsmyballs,gentlyrollingthemaroundinher softpalms.Herwarm,wetmouthslidesupanddownmyshaft,causing boltsofpleasuretoslidethroughmybody.Ifshekeepsthisup,I’llbe pumpinghermouthfullofcomeinlessthanafuckingminute.Igripher locksofhairandpullherheadback,shelooksupatmewithplump, swollenlips.Igrindownather,runningmythumbacrossthemandthen slippingmythumbintohermouth.Shesucksonitgreedily.
“Whatgamearewegoingtoplay,sweetheart?”Imurmur.
Sheslipsmythumbfromhermouthwithapopandgetstoherfeet.I watchasshedigsthroughhersuitcaseandpullsoutsomeclothes.She givesmeasexylook,beforestrippingoutofherclothesandshimmying herassintoatiny,shortskirt.Shepullsonapairofheelsandleaves everythingelsebare.Holyfuck.Whenshebeginswalkingtowardsme, singingsoftly,ittakesmeamomenttorealizewhatitisthat’scoming outofhermouth.IneverthoughtIwouldfinditsexy,butfuck,it’sso goddamnedsexycomingfromher.
“OhMickeywhatapityyoudon’tunderstand,youtakemebythe heartwhenyoutakemebythehand,ohMickeyyou’resoprettycan’t youunderstand,it’sguyslikeyouMickey…”shesingsinahusky,sexy tone.
Whenshereachesme,sheputsahandtomychestandpushesme backwards.Ilethertakethecontrol.Whenshepushesmybackdown ontothebedandclimbsoverme,straddlingmeandpressingherperfect nipplestowardsmyface,Ifeeleverythinginsidememelt.Shecontinues singingthatsong,teasingmewithhersexyuseo
fmynickname.She lookssofuckingsexyaboveme,hertinybodymovingovermineasshe singsandrunsherfingersdownmychest.Iopenmymouth,lettingher nipplelowerintomymouth.Iclosemymoutharoundit,andsuckuntilit formsahard,deliciouspeak.Whenhersingingturnsintosoftmoans,I runmyhandsupherback.
“Myturn,baby,”Iwhisper,flippingheroverandpressingherback intothemattress.
ShewhimpersasIsuckhernipples,swirlingmytonguearoundthe hardpeaksuntilshe’scryingoutandarchinguptowardsmewith perfectlyflushedcheeks.Herhairissplayedoutoverthepillowandher gorgeouspinklipsareslightlypartedasshewhimpersmynameoverand over.Islidemymouthdownherstomach,kissingasmalltraildownher bellyuntilIreachherskirt.Igripit,loweringituntilhergorgeouslittle pussyisondisplay.Iflicktheskirtoffandgripherankle,leavingthe shoeson.Ispreadherlegs,admiringtheviewasherwetlittlecleftopens forme.Growlingandtryingdesperatelytoignoretheacheinmydick,I lowermymouth.
Purebliss,tastingherisalwayspurebliss.Herlittlecriesofpassion asshetriestosmotherherpleasureismindblowing.Knowingmy parentsareintheotherroomaddsawholeothersparktowhatwe’re doing.Islideonefingerinsideher,feelingherclenchandclamparound measIworkherhardlittleclitwithmymouth.Shecriesout,shovinga pillowoverhermouthasshearchesupandItakeholdofherhips, clenchingmyfingersintohersoftskinasIswirlmytongueinperfect littlecirclesuntilIfeelhercomingaroundme.Herpussyclenchesonmy finger,herclitthrobsinmymouthandhermuffledcriesfillmyears.
WhenIwrenchmymouthaway,shelayspantingonthebed.Igrip myshirt,tearingitoffandtossingitonthefloor.WhenIfreemyaching dick,Iletmybodydropbackoverhers.Ifindhermouth,claimingitina deep,heatedkissthathasusbothgrippingeachotherwithdesperation.I gripherankleandputitovermyhipbeforepressingmycocktoherwet entrance.Herfingernailsslidedownmybackasshetiltsherhipsup, beggingmetofuckher.MakinglovewithSierraisbeautiful,butfucking herisjustasthrilling.Webothhavethatraw,primalneedtofeeleach otherinthemostvulgarwayssometimes.
