Dirty Country Love: A Step-Brother Romance Novella (9 page)

“Well,” he began, lickin’ at his lips, thinkin’
it over, “I really liked playin’ house with you there for
a while.” He made it sound like a game, but when he pushed off
the bike, he came to her, reached out his free hand towards one of
hers as he bent one knee and lowered himself down. “Thought
maybe you’d like to do it some more… y’know.
Forever maybe.”

He was grinnin’ at her as she still stared, dumbfounded.

“But you never said word one before you took off,” she
said, shocked. Flabbergasted, the old Mr. Drake would say.

“Well, when a man puts his mind to somethin’, he gets
kinda singularly focussed, Brit. And well… I had to go shop
for somethin’ real special,” he said, as he pushed a
small, velvety box into her palm.

“So how’s about it, babe?” he asked again, the
bouquet of fragrant flowers in one hand as he smiled up at her.
“Marry me and I’ll make sure ya never regret it,”
he declared, his voice deep and confident.

She didn’t need to flip open the ring box, examine what was
inside, to know her answer. Her face lit up and before she could
think a single thought she blurted out:

“Yes!”

And with that, Damien rose up, wrapped his one arm about her,
lifted her up off the sidewalk and kissed her so damn hard as he
swung her about. All the loneliness and fear of the week just slipped
away, and she forgave him for his abrupt exit. It wasn’t like
she knew what to make of their time together, of their relationship,
and could hardly blame him for wantin’ to do his thing in
private.

But when ‘his thing’ was really shoppin’ for a
ring, tryin’ to find a way to surprise her, joy bubbled up
within her, and into their kiss. It was electric, and when they
finally parted, laughing and united once more, she knew that her life
had just perfectly fallen into place.

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I thought it might not go no further than that, but then Mr.
Roberts reached out, his long fingers extending to touch along her
inner thighs, stroking the backs of his digits along her smooth skin.
He traced along her, enjoying the feel of her skin quite obviously.

It sent a shiver down my spine, truth be told. My breath held, and
it wasn’t that I was scared they’d find me. They were
both too distracted for that.

But I just couldn’t find my breathing. It was weird, but I
could almost feel it myself, that light tracing of fingers along my
sensitive flesh. But that didn’t stop how wrong my sister was.
I wondered if I should stop her, tell her she better get back into
the house to apologize to Rose straight away.

But instead I just waited for what would happen next.

“I’m glad ya think so, sir,” Fiona said, just
lettin’ him touch on her! His fingers tracin’ in closer
and closer to her cunny. He weren’t just lookin’ at her
most private of privates now, he was touchin’ ‘em! His
fingers grazin’ along the edges of her puffy, reddened lips, so
swole up.

I’ve seen my own get like that on rare occasion, only when I
awoke from a rather… naughty dream. And it looked like my
older sis was havin’ a doozy by the looks of how red and glossy
it was.

“I’ve been around the world, visited a lot of
countries,” Mr. Roberts said, studying Fiona’s little
flower, brushing his thumb against those folds, makin’ her
shiver and whimper. “But there’s more beauty to be found
on this simple farm than I’ve found in all my journeys.”

Again I felt that weird little pang, wishin’ that he
could’ve said that to me. But instead I was just young Lily,
nothing like my overconfident sister and her way with him. She wasn’t
embarrassed or shy, not at all. I’d never seen her be so up
front to someone, not ever.

“You mean that?” Fiona said, brushin’ back some
of her hair from her face, and I could see she had a touch of blush
to her cheeks. She wasn’t as brazen as I’d given her
credit for, although… only by a bit.

She had the nerve to show off her lady bits to the man, but she
still felt at least a lil’ embarrassment over it.

Mr. Roberts didn’t answer her right away though, and I
thought for a moment he’d confess to not meanin’ it.
Instead, he brought his free hand up, stroked two fingers along the
mound of her bulging breast, then curled them into the cup of her
dress. He helped himself to tugging down her dress, exposing her
right breast — which was so much bigger than my own! I felt
jealous. Then he was stroking about her pinkened areolas, and
stiffened nipple.

“It’s confirmed,” he said with a confident
smile, so smooth and undaunted by it all. “Absolutely
beautiful.”

I was breathing heavier, though I was trying to keep still. It was
uncomfortable, cramped like I was, but I barely noticed. My eyes were
glued on the two of them, on how they were touchin’ each other.

Fiona let out the sound like she did when eating the cake, this
low moan, and she pushed her breast into his hand, her legs spreading
even wider.

Mr. Roberts leaned in to her closer, his hand workin’ at her
lil’ cunny in such a curiously precise fashion, makin’
lil’ circles near the top, makin’ my older sister moan
and whimper some more. While his other hand squeezed at her breast,
sank into that fleshy mound and toyed with her sensitive nipple,
makin’ her flinch now and then.

“Have you ever been with a man before, Fiona?” he
asked her, and I almost answered ‘no’ for her. None of us
had!

“Yeah,” she said, and my eyes went wide! I had no
idea!

But my older sister stared into his eyes, lost in the moment,
breathin’ heavily as her chest heaved.

“He was older’n me,” she continued. “He
passes through now and then to sell things to the local shop.”

I immediately knew who she meant. Mr. Erics. The travellin’
salesman! He worked for some company or another, and he pitched
products to Herbert family for their local store. I couldn’t
believe it! Fiona and Mr. Erics?

“How far did you go?” Mr. Roberts asked, continuing to
work at her body.

She couldn’t have done what they were doin’, not like
this. He wasn’t ever around long enough for that, I was
certain. But then, I’d been certain she’d never done
somethin’ like this before at all just a moment before.

Didn’t she know what Rose would do to her?

It was enough to make me wanna scream, to try to protect her from
her bad decisions, but Mr. Roberts was touching her so lovingly, and
I stayed put. Part of me didn’t want to interrupt.

“We touched some, like this,” she said to him slowly,
her voice heavy with her lusty breathing. “He took me behind
the shop, and we showed each other all we had. We was gonna go all
the way… but then he got transferred to a new area,” she
said with a whimper as Mr. Roberts seemed to find some special way of
stroking her.

“So you’ve never had a man slip his cock into your
pussy,” Mr. Roberts said, his words so crass I felt my cheeks
turn blood red! “Such a shame. We’ll have to fix that
tonight,” he said with such a smile I felt a chill run down my
spine.

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Zach couldn’t help but throb against her; that was nature
and instinct acting of its own accord. Otherwise he was sweet and
tender, stroking a hand over her back and along her shoulder. “I
tried not to think about it back then,” he confessed, “but
yeah, I think so.”

His lips kissed softly beneath her ear, “I just wanted more
time with you... always. From the moment I first desired women, it
was you I wanted to be around, sis.” They swayed and stepped
back and forth upon the sand with their nuzzling and touches, “This
time together was just a blessing... space to let me come to terms
with how I felt for you.”

“I always noticed. I mean since getting here,” she
whispered. “I just figured that couldn’t be helped. That
it was just ‘cause you were a boy and I didn’t want to
embarrass you,” she paused and swallowed, and her voice was so
quiet it was barely audible over the birds and the waves that sang
and crashed around them, “I didn’t want to hope.”

Zach stilled then, for her words confirmed something more precious
and meaningful to him than he would’ve dared hope. He needed a
moment to calm his blood, to let that sink in as he slowly moved
along her cheek until their lips aligned.

He kissed her there for the first time, plush and full, no more
skirting her mouth sheepishly. His tongue snaked out to lap at her
gingerly as he squeezed her body in against his, those full breasts
mashed against his hard pecs.

It was so much, their youthful bodies so warm and wanting as her
arms encircled him. She tugged him nearer and her mouth worked
against his so much more frantically. It wasn’t the thoughtful,
careful motions of him. Instead it was passion unleashed, her hand
working up along his neck and into his hair, feeling him out so
eagerly.

It felt wrong to be doing this, Zach realized, but the rightness
of it outweighed that. It was so much better to give in, to let his
hands slide over her body, feel out her flesh and move down to palm a
cheek and squeeze than it was to resist and be a good brother.

As her excitement grew, so did his, and he gave a low groan as he
kissed her back passionately. He was barely even aware of it as his
free hand stroked along her spine to find the clasp of her bra,
undoing it in his lusty haze as his manhood swelled and pulsed so
rapidly.

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