Pistol: A Stepbrother Romance (7 page)

              I started with her neck.  Kissing it softly then harder.  Working my way up to just below her ear and kissing her neck.  Then a bit to her earlobe.  She moaned.  Her head dropped back.  I cupped the back of her head and pulled her hair.  She breathed out hard.  I kissed her breast through her semi transparent white bra.  The bra was firm to support her curves, but she didn't need it.  They were better on their own.  Beautiful as they were intended to be.  With one hand I unhooked the bra.  I buried my head into her beautiful mountainous chest.
              I walked us inside the barn.  As we passed the supplies I grabbed a freshly cleaned blanket from the pile and laid it down on the new hay.  I laid Emily out on the blanket.  Not stopping with the kisses, exploring tongue, or possessing hands.

              I kissed her over the top of her matching semi transparent panties.  Then with my tongue.  Up and down.  Up and down on her folds.  She was wet.  Dripping.  I was hard.  I could feel the pre-cum of my own.

              I bit the side of her panties and lifted her legs together to the side.  Removing the panties with my mouth.  I dove in head first.  My tongue playing with her clit.  Teasing.  Twirling.  Figure eights.  Circles.  Back and forth.  Extra attention to the clit's most sensitive position.  The One O'Clock position.

              "I'm going to come."

              "Come on my face."

              Her body shuddered.  Then shook.  A series of spasms.

              "You taste so delicious."

              She put both her hands on my face and pulled me up to kiss her.  Our tongues one.

              "Fuck me.  Please fuck me."  She grabbed my ass with both hands and then reached around with both hands to remove my belt.  I was already about to explode.

              I unzipped my jeans and she frantically slid down my jeans and black boxer briefs.

              "Oh my God.  I want that in me.  I want to taste it first."

              I stood up to slip out of my pants.  The second they were off my sex was in her mouth.  She was sucking the shaft.  Twisting about an inch each time she hit the tip.  She put her hands on my ass to brace herself as she took all 9 inches.  Her eyes rolled back in her head.
              "I'm too fired up."  I slid my cock all the way out and gently pushed her back onto the blanket.  Immediately I was on top of her."

              "Fuck me.  Fuck me now.  Fuck me hard."

              I slid my tip around her folds.  Teasing.  Stimulating.  I couldn't take it any more.  From the look on her face neither could she.

              I knew this was her first time.  She told me in her letters she was waiting on me, but growing hornier by the day.  We had joked about our first time being in the airport bathroom.  Maybe even on the runway.

              Even though she was encouraging me to give it all I had I wanted to make sure she was OK.  We had a lifetime of passion ahead of us.  We'd remember this moment forever.

              I slowly slid in the tip.  She was dripping.  She moaned.  "Deeper."

              I pulled back and slid in about three inches.  "Deeper.  I want more."

              I pulled back and slid in continuing slowly until about seven inches was inside.  "Oh yeah."

              I slid in straight, from the side, up to down, elevated her pelvis then down to up.  Every direction I could think of.  I wanted to feel every millimeter of her pussy.  And I did.

              "I'm going to go for it.  Are you ready?"

              "I'm ready."

              I flipped her over.  Slapped her ass with my right hand.  She screamed out.  I put my cock in and thrust with the whole 9 inches.

              "Ohhhhhh!"

              "Are you OK?"

              "Yes.  So good.  Just fill me, please."

              I pulled back and let loose with five years of lust.  Finishing what we had started five years ago.  I buried my hardness inside her over and over again.  I cupped her right breast with my right hand and pulled her hair back hard with my left.  My eyes rolled back in my head.  I never felt so good in my life.  I let go of her hair and tit and grabbed her waist hard with both hands and began to drive my cock deep inside.  I was possessing her and she was possessing me.  I felt my balls tighten and that feeling inside when a man knows he's going to come in about three seconds.

              "I'm gonna cum."

              "Cum inside me."

              I thrust twice more and then it happened.  On the third thrust my entire body collapsed and shot all its power out through my cock.  Right inside her.  She screamed.  She shook.  She came.  I felt her pussy clench around my dick.  My cock had just owned her pussy and now her pussy literally owned my dick.  I couldn't pull out if I wanted to.  A few clenches later and her pussy walls relaxed.  I just laid there.  On top of her with my dick still inside.  Spent.  Totally.

              The night was warm, but we still plugged in a small space heater.  Keeping it close, but protected away from the hay in a safe heating unit container specifically designed to use in situations like these.

              We were like rabbits all night.  Fucking.  Exploring.  Fucking.  Talking.  Laughing.  Not a moment of sleep.  Not a single desire to sleep either.

              The sun began to come up and I got up to let the horses out to graze.  I locked the barn from the inside and went back to lie down with Emily.  We were exhausted.  We passed out straight away.

Nine months later

              I was down by the creek gathering fresh water when my walkie talkie beeped.  I dropped the water and ran up to the cabin.

              Sara, our midwife, looked at me.  Her water broke.  It's time.

              For the next 72 minutes held Emily's hand.  Emily and Sara did all the work.  Then the proudest moment of my life.  Jackson Strickland was born.  8 pounds 7 oz.  He would grow up here.  Along the Appalachian trail.  He would learn to be a self sufficient boy here in the woods.  Of course he had our love and support all the way, but we decided we wanted to prepare him in a way where he could learn as much as he could.  A place where his imagination could run free.  A land of fewer people, but stronger bonds with others people, animals, and nature.  It was familiar to me.  Like a platoon.  One for all and all for one.

              Sara handed Jackson to Emily.  He had my eyes and Emily's calmness.

              I reached down and kissed Emily full on the mouth.  "I love you.  I love Jackson.  I love our family."

              There are few certainties in this world.  Especially living in the wildness.  This much, our love, is the one certainty which I will always know.