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Chapter
Three

Jenny

“Jason is a tattletale,” Julia, my cousin and mom’s namesake, complains.

Smiling down at my cousin, I nod my head at her rant.
“Little brothers are buttheads.”

“
He read my diary, and then he told mom that I was the one that broke the picture in the living room.”

“
Like I said, butthead.”

She smiles up at me, like I
’m the smartest person in the world. She does that a lot, and I never get tired of it. Aunt Bethy says she’s always telling her and Bran that she wants to be just like me when she grows up, pink hair and all. The only difference is, she would rather paint cars like her dad than work on their engines like me.

“
What’s the little princess complaining about?” Reed asks when he returns from grabbing us both a beer.

I take the one he offers me and smile.
“Brother problems.”

“
Jason told on me for breaking Momma’s picture, so now I don’t get to go so Sadie’s party next weekend.”

Jason, named for my father, is four years younger than Julia.
Bran and Bethany adopted him after discovering that they wouldn’t be able to have any more children. Aunt Bethy suffered a lot when she was younger, and the abuse caused her to have fertility problems. The doctors said it was a miracle they even had one child, and having another was just not it cards for them, but Aunt Bethy didn’t want Julia growing up an only child. Uncle Bran made that happen, using his military contacts to help adopt a child from one of the refugee camps in Africa.

He smiles, chucking her on the chin.
“That’s tough, sweetie.”

Julia looks up at him with complete awe on her face.
She’s suffering from her first crush, and I think it’s about the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “Where is your brother?”

She shrugs.
“He’s playing hide and go see with the other kids.”

“
Why aren’t you playing with them?”

“
Because Jason’s a butthead.”

I tilt my head and give her the
tell me the real reason
look.

Shrugging again, she wraps a lock of hair around her finger.
“I wanted to talk to you instead.”

I lean down, kissing the top of her head.
“Well, you’ve talked to me, so now you can go play with your cousins.”

She looks to Reed then back to me.
“Okay. Love you, Jenny.”

“
I love you too, Julia.”

She rushes off, leaving Reed to laugh loudly.
“I love that little girl. We’re gonna have one just like her someday.”

I bump him with my hip.
“Many, many days from now.”

“
We can do a lot of practicing between now and then.”

“
Yes, we can,” I reply as I catch the sight of Uncle Bran and Aunt Bethy sneaking off into the woods behind Pop’s shop.

I nod my head toward them.
“Then when we’re done having kids, we can keep practicing, just to keep our heads in the game.”

He smiles as he sees them disappear through the trees.
“Hell yeah, we can.”

Chapter
Four

Brandon

Bethany jerks my hand, pulling me to a stop. “Where are you taking me?”

“
Where do you think?”

“
Knowing you, probably to have sex.”

I nod with a smile.
“You know me well.”

She fights a smile as she replies.
“Bran, I’m wearing a two-hundred dollar dress. It’s gonna get ruined.”

I start walking again, further into the trees.
“I don’t fucking care.”

When I finally find the right spot, I prop her against a tree and start to pull her skirt up.
“I love the easy access.”

“
Uhh hum,” she moans, wiggling against me.

Leaning down to nibble on her neck, I mumble against her skin,
“You smell so damn good.”

Bethany runs her hands down my back, cupping my ass.
“You smell like sex.”

I pull my head back and look at her.
“That’s not possible. I haven’t had you yet.”

She laughs, her eyes shining brightly with happiness.
“Did you forget about cornering me in the bathroom while I was getting ready?”

Oh, no, I never forget having my head buried between her legs.
“I don’t smell like sex, just your sweet pussy.”

She pushes against me, causing me to take a step back, then runs her tongue across her lips.
“Then, I must taste like heaven because you smell good enough to eat.”

A second later, she
’s on the ground in front of me with her hands on my zipper. “And I’m hungry.”

She
’s got my zipper down and my hardened cock in her hand before I can even respond. Her lips suck the tip into her mouth, and her tongue swirls around, eliciting a growl from deep inside my chest. Grabbing hold of the back of her head, I guide my cock further into her hot mouth, ready to lose it right then and there when she moans around my length. God, what this woman does to me...

I watch as she teases me with slow licks then deep sucks. Every time her cheeks hollow from the suction, I have to grit my teeth not to blow my load down her throat.
“Enough,” I command, pulling her away and lifting her from her knees. Crushing my lips into hers, we eat at each other like we’re both starving while I’m backing her into the tree again. I can’t help the pride I feel that my sweet Bethany has come so far; from pure innocence to my little sex kitten.

Grabbing the hem of her dress, I lift it over her ass and find her just as I
’d hoped; bare. “Good girl, doing what you’re told.”

She laughs.
“Not like I had much choice after you ripped them off earlier.”

“
Hmm, the better to eat you with, my sweet.” Her laughter is cut off when I hook my arm under her knee and slide into her heat in one hard thrust.

“
Ah, Brandon…”

“
Your pussy feels so good.”

She responds by sinking her fingernails into my shoulders and grinding her hips into my thrusts. Wanting deeper, I lift her other leg, bearing her light frame. She rests back onto the tree and wraps her legs around my hips as I pound into her pussy. My spine tingles from pleasure, and I know I
’m much closer than I want to be; this woman just drives me mad with want. Holding her with one arm banded behind her lower back, I pinch her nipple through her dress.

“
Harder, Bran. Fuck me harder.”

Her demand is my pleasure, and I pinch and pull at her sensitive nipple, fucking her harder. My thrusts are more erratic the closer I get to coming, and I can feel her muscles fluttering around me.
“Rub your clit for me.”

There
’s no hesitation as her fingers dip into her wet slit and rub it just how she needs to fly over the edge of ecstasy. She’s moaning in earnest as her pussy clamps down on my cock, and I ride her through the waves of her climax, barely holding back my own pleasure. When her spasms slow, I drive into her a final time and come on a shout, filling her with my hot cum.

Her legs slide down my body until she
’s standing with her weight still rested against the tree at her back, my forehead leaned against hers while we catch our breath. A few minutes pass, and her swollen lips quirk up into a breathtaking smile.

“
Love you, Bran.”

“
You too, Lady Bug. We better get back before someone misses us,” I say, tucking my cock back into my pants then pulling the skirt of her dress back down.

“
So easy for you, just tuck it away and the evidence is gone,” she complains.

I grab her by the waist and bite down on her earlobe.
“I like that you’re going to be walking around with me dripping down those luscious thighs. My dirty little secret.”

“
Animal,” she declares, pushing away and heading back in the direction of the party.

Chapter
Five

Jenny

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t here to help you get ready,” Aunt Mel says as she gives me a hug. “Andrew spilled soda on his shirt as soon as we got here, a soda he wasn’t supposed to be drinking, I might add. We ended up going back home to get him something else to wear and just barely made it back in time for the ceremony.”

Melanie and Uncle Shane have been married for nearly ten years now.
She’s Aunt Bethany’s cousin from Canada; they didn’t even meet until two years after Aunt Bethy found out about her real mother’s family. They became close as soon as they met. When Uncle Shane went to Canada for some sort of training, Bethany asked him to look her cousin up.

She and Uncle Shane hated each other at first.
I’ve never seen two people argue so much. Both were coming out of bad relationships; he had just broken up with a girl he’d dated for nearly a year. She put Uncle Shane through the wringer. I guess the shit with her turned him into a dick for a while. Luckily, he manned up and started treating Mel right. They still argue all the time, but I think that’s just the way they communicate.

“
It’s okay. I know what it’s like.”

She smiles, probably remembering my stint babysitting their son.
Let’s just say, Andrew and cupcakes do not mix. “He promised he’ll try to stay clean today.”

“
I think he might have fibbed a bit,” Reed says, entering the conversation for the first time.

I look over to where Shane is pulling his son
’s shirt over his head while Andrew wiggles against him. “I think Uncle Shane might need a little help.”

Mel turns just in time to see their son run away, naked from the waist up.
“What the hell am I going to do with that kid?”

She doesn
’t give me time to respond before marching toward Uncle Shane. As soon as she reaches him, her finger starts to wag in his face. I can see her mouth moving, and there’s not a doubt in my mind that he is getting a cussing.

“
Why the hell is she mad at Shane? It isn’t his fault their kid is the Walker version of
Pig Pen
from Charlie Brown.”

I search the area around them until I find the source of the problem.
“You see that plate sitting beside Uncle Shane’s chair?”

“
Ahh, cake.”

I shake my head.
“That’s not the wedding cake. Its Aunt Bethy’s chocolate cookie crumble pie.”

“
Oh, shit. I bet that kid is a fucking mess,” he says with a laugh. “Shane’s ass is in for it now.”

I watch as Uncle Shane follows Melanie into the shop.
“I’m sure he’ll do something to get back in her good graces.”

Chapter
Six

Shane

She looks up at me as she walks into the garage, shaking Andrews’s shirt. “It’s ruined, completely ruined.”

I walk over to my locker and pull out the grease cleaner I use to wash my hands.
“Maybe this will get it out.”

“
I doubt it,” says Mel, jerking the container from my hand. “I’ll probably have to throw it away like I did all the others.”

I shake my head as I follow my wife down the hall.
I can’t believe she’s this mad over a shirt. It looks like she’d be used to it by now. The little shit has been ruining his clothes since the day he came home from the hospital. If it wasn’t baby formula, it was something a hell of a lot worse. As time went on, I learned to leave his ass in only a diaper as much as possible. He’s older now, but I still have him running around the house in his underwear most of the time.

“
I don’t get why you’re so pissed. It’s just a damn shirt.”

Melanie jerks the bathroom door open and stomps inside.
“It’s the second shirt of the day. That’s if you don’t count the pancake syrup he smeared all over his pajama top this morning.”

My hands fly up in the air.
“I didn’t make pancakes. You did.”

She grunts, obviously mad as hell, as she turns on the sink.
“I wanted pancakes, so sue me.”

“
Well, I wanted pie.”

Her eyes narrow at me in the mirror as she dips Andrew
’s shirt into the water. “Chocolate pie.”

“
You outlawed the shit in the house. I can’t even eat a fucking Snickers bar in my own home. If I get a chance for a little chocolate, I’m gonna take it.”

She drops the shirt and spins toward me.
“You can have all the chocolate you want, just don’t eat the stuff around our son.”

“
You’re really letting this shit get to you for no reason. He was dirty, now he’s not. There’s nothing to be pissed about.”

“
He is half-naked at your niece’s wedding reception,” she screams, placing her hands on her hips.

“
She got married behind a fucking garage. I doubt she’s sticking to a dress code,” I say, my voice every bit as loud as hers.

“
Don’t you scream at me.”

I stare at her for a second then take a deep breath.
“You know how this works. We scream at each other for the next hour, and then we fuck. I prefer fucking now and skipping the screaming.”

“
What did you just say to me?”

I move closer, leaning behind her to cut off the water.
Moving my hands to her hips, I pick her up and sit her on the edge of the sink.

“
Shit, Shane. Now I’m wet,” she squeals as she tries to get up.

I place my hands on her hips, holding her in place.
“I’m gonna eat your pussy. When I get done, you have a choice. You can either suck me off or I can fuck you.”

Her eyes flare before she spreads her legs.
“I’ll decide after.”

I reach behind her and let the zipper down of her fancy dress, pulling it below her delectable tits. As soon as the mounds are exposed, my mouth is on them, sucking and licking her nipples into hard peaks. Her hands thread into my hair and hold my head to her chest while I worship her. Before long, my little minx is using my hair to guide me down her body to where we both need me to be.

She spreads her legs further, and her skirt rises, giving me an unobstructed view of the damp silk of her panties. I rub my fingertips over her needy cunt, teasing her through the thin fabric, while I sink to my knees in front of her. Pushing the material out of the way, I don’t hesitate diving into her heat.

“
Ah fuck, Shane.”

I look up into her face and see her lust filled gaze looking back at me, her hips pushing into my mouth as much as she can while propped on the edge of the sink. She
’s so fucking hot like this. We fight hard and fuck harder; always have and hopefully always will. I thrust two fingers deep into her drenched pussy and suck her clit into my mouth mercilessly. My little hellcat grabs her nipples between her fingers and starts tugging and twisting them. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I know she’s about to go off like a rocket.

I hook my fingers, finding her g-spot and focusing my attention on that one sensitive spot. She throws her head back, moans falling from her lips in between curses. One final thrust of my fingers and she comes undone, her clit pulsing under my tongue and her pussy milking my fingers like a cock while it gushes around them. Pulling my fingers free, I replace them with my tongue, licking up every drop of her I can get until she
’s shuddering from sensitivity. Her hands pull my hair, forcing me away. “What if I wasn’t done with that delicious pussy?”

“
Hmph, guess you don’t want your cock down my throat then,” she teases while she starts to fix her dress.

I
’m on my feet in a flash, pulling her off the sink and guiding her to her knees. “Fuck that. I want you to swallow me whole.”

Her small hands work my pants open, shoving both them and my boxers to my knees and letting my cock spring free from its prison. Just the idea of her hot mouth around me has my tip leaking, preparing itself to sink into something. One of her hands snakes around the base of my cock while the other cups my balls. Without any preamble, she sucks my cock into her throat and sets a pace unlike any other. My dirty girl has no gag-reflex and has always given head like a fucking pro.

“God, that fucking mouth of yours... Brace yourself, baby. I’m about to punish that smart mouth of yours.”

Her response is a gargled moan, and the look of challenge flashes through her beautiful eyes like a dangerous storm cloud. Fucking perfect. Holding the back of her head in a firm grip, I thrust my hips into her. Each push of my cock into her mouth has her groaning and massaging my balls. Her hand abandons the base of my cock in favor of clenching my thigh for balance.
She’s got saliva running down her chin, tears shimmering in her eyes from how deep my cock is disappearing down her throat, and still she manages to swallow around my cock.

“
Touch your pussy. Make yourself come again.” Her hand leaves my balls and disappears under the skirt of her dress. She moans around my cock, and I barely hold back from blowing. “I’m close, baby. Come with me?”

Her response is to bury her nose in my pubic bone and simultaneously suck until her cheeks hollow and swallow. I
’ll never know how she manages it, but it’s something I can never withstand. Seconds later, my balls tighten, and my cock jerks down her throat. She swallows down every drop of my release while groaning through her own orgasm. After licking me clean, she looks up, catching my eyes. Her smile is the kind of grin you’d see from the cat that got the cream; trouble, nothing but trouble. I’m so distracted with righting my pants that I don’t notice she’s pulled her hand from her skirt until she sucks the digits into her mouth, her eyes rolling back into her head.

“
Mmm… you’re right. Delicious.”

“
Fuck me,” I groan. My little hellcat.