** Disclaimer** All persons in this story are consenting adults over the age of 18. Please be considerate as this is my first story. If this goes well, I will continue. I have ideas to include Suzanne and Deena.
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Being with people you love and love you in return is something we all long for. Growing up, I lived in an old farmhouse with my parents in the middle of nowhere Iowa. From the time I could walk, I was given chores around the farm, and I was to do them in a timely manner. My father worked from sunup to sunset, and he had leathery skin from being in the elements every day. He was tall but thin and had blonde hair. My mother showed her age and was weary from doing work around the house all the time. She was about 5 foot even, with some extra pounds. She had coal black hair with some silver streaks showing. I knew they loved me, and I loved them. It was difficult for us to interact as a family sometimes due to long hours. Dinner time was the best time for us, as we were able to talk about our days.
By the time I was able to go to school, I would work early in the morning, go to school, then come home and work on the farm before I could do my homework. I never had a social life outside of the farm. Some of my chores included feeding the hogs, and chickens. I would clean after the horses and comb their mane and tails. Then I would also tend to the garden that we mostly ate vegetables from. My father planted corn, and soybeans on ninety-five acres, and he wanted me to take over some day. Working on the farm was their way of teaching me responsibility and character they said.
During my childhood I noticed that I was always stockier than the other boys in my class. They all thought I had flunked a grade or two. I was embarrassed many times, thinking maybe I had not started school when I was supposed to, or I was a freak of nature. I was bullied and called names but developed thick skin and learned to stand my own ground very early. By high school, I was 6’4, 220 lbs., with light brown hair, blue eyes, a full goatee, and a washboard stomach.
I know I had admirers in school, but I was so busy in school, and at home working on the farm, I had no time for being social. I was very awkward as well. I had no idea how to talk to the opposite sex. I only had one female friend; her name was Suzanne. She would just giggle at me when I would fumble with my words with her. We never dated, but she was my first kiss which was very nice. But I am getting a little ahead of myself.
In my freshman year, the football coach, who was also the wrestling coach, asked me to try out for either or both sports. I went home and asked my parents if I could, and of course was knocked down to size, as my father ridiculed me, asking if I wanted the farm to go to hell, while I was playing a boy’s sport. The next day I politely turned down the coaches offer. Throughout the year I was pestered by him and the other jocks on the teams to join. I would have to shake my head no and keep walking. They started calling me chicken.
That never sat well inside of me, and during lunch second semester, I had enough. The starting quarterback was running his mouth that I was chicken and most likely hit like a little girl. I balled up my fists, and breathed, trying to calm down. Then he said I was homosexual, and again, I sat with my fists balled up and calmed down. Then he brought my mom into the conversation. I stood up and snorted and pounded my fists onto the table. The look in his eyes were not of fear, but of victory. He knew he had hit the right button, but he had no idea about all the bitterness I had inside me. I started to walk toward him, as he stood up daring me to do something. When I was about five feet from him, he lunged at me. I moved out of the way, and in the process caught him midair. My hands on his chest as I picked him up and slammed him on the table nearby. I snarled at him and told him never to say anything about my mother, then slammed my fist on the table right by his head. I was never bothered after that, and I learned he had pissed his pants in the lunch room that day. That is also when I met Suzanne. She was his former girlfriend, and she liked that I stood up to him.
She lived about a mile down the road from me. She started to come over to my house and help me in the garden and with the horses in the afternoon which my parents didn’t mind if everything was done. In our senior year is when she told me how she felt about me, and when she kissed me. She pushed me against one of the stalls and grabbed me by the neck and pulled herself up, wrapping her long legs around my waist. Automatically I put my hands on her backside, of course blushing as all get out.
She smiled at me and looked into my eyes for a minute. “You know for a smart guy, sometimes you can be a dumb ox.” As she said this she leaned forward and kissed me. I was not prepared for it. When it ended, my jaw was slightly hanging. I asked her, “what was that for?”
“You not like it?” She asked smiling like a goofball.
“I never said that Suz…” I couldn’t get the rest of her name out as she dove in again. This time, I went with the flow, and enjoyed the kiss. She opened her mouth slightly, so I did. Then I felt her little tongue slide in between my teeth. I squeezed her ass cheeks, and she let out a little moan. I felt myself harden along my leg, and I hoped she wouldn’t notice. I didn’t want our relationship to change because of it. She stopped kissing me long enough to unwrap her legs and climb off me. She them pressed herself into my body. My thought went right to my dick being hard. I knew she felt it now. She looked up at me with doe looking eyes, and asked me, “How do you feel about me Brad?”
Looking at her, I really hadn’t thought about her in any way but a friend. Of course, I sometimes thought of her during my masturbation sessions, but who wouldn’t. She was a blonde cheerleader with 36 C tits and an ass to die for. “Suzanne, I really don’t know. I mean I liked what we just did, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”
She looked at me differently now, and I felt her hand go from my chest to my stomach, down to the top of my jeans. I stood there terrified as nobody else had seen my member before. Her hand went down to the bulge that was formed. When she did, her eyes went wide, and she gasped. She let go as her phone rang. She backed away from me, still looking at my crotch as she answered.
Her eyes never leaving my crotch, she finally spoke, “Yes dad, I will be there right away.”
When she hung up the phone, walked over to me, putting an extra sway in her hips. She smiled, “You would never intentionally hurt me would you Brad?” I shook my head telling her I wouldn’t. With a look in her eyes that I had never seen in a woman’s before, she spoke with a husky voice. “One day Brad, you will make me a very happy woman.” As she said that, she patted my cock through my pants, then turned and walked out of the barn.
As I stood in the doorway of the barn, watching her get in her car and drive off, I was kicking myself for not touching her breasts. She was right, I was very smart in school. I always received high marks, but sometimes I felt so dumb, especially around the opposite sex. I walked into house, and my mothers’ eyes went down to my crotch and she stepped back and grabbed the counter, looking away. “Din…Dinner will be ready in a few minutes'” as she tried looking at me again, but letting her eyes travel to my groin again, “You better go upstairs and get cleaned up.” Dinner was quiet that evening, and mother could not look my direction without blushing, even when I complimented her on the meal.
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For the remaining part of my senior year, Suzanne and I flirted, but remained friends as she started to date the quarterback again, and we never did anything. I felt it was because I was so out of touch with what to do. Maybe she wanted something I could not give her. After graduation, she went to college at Iowa St., while I worked on the farm. We always corresponded via mail, phone or emails. She told me about meeting many new people and told me about her new room mate Elizabeth. She described her as red-haired freckled beanpole with curves. I laughed when she told me that. I would go and visit her a time or two, and her room mate would not be there, so I didn’t get to meet her, but I seen some pictures, and I was attracted to her right way. Suzanne was single then and she told me that her room mate was too. Once again, I never picked up on the hint that Suzanne was interested in more than friends.
Two years had gone by since my graduation and I was in the fields spraying the soybeans. My father and mother both went to town to the general store. I was listening to the radio in the tractor and saw red and blue lights flying up the road. It stopped a few hundred yards in front of me, so I stopped and looked. The sheriff was flagging me down, so I jumped off and ran over. “Brad get in the car. There’s been an accident.”
I jump in scared knowing it couldn’t be good as I asked what happened. He explained that a drunk driver had hit my parent’s car head on. My father had been killed instantly, and my mother was barely hanging on. When we arrived at the county hospital, the nurse ushered me in saying my mother had been calling for me. When I went into her room, she was hooked to so many tubes, IV’s and monitors. The nurse told me she had internal bleeding and she was going to surgery.
My mother grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her. “I have to tell you something, I should have a long time ago.”
“Mom, save your strength, tell me when you get out of surgery” I said with tears streaming down my cheek.
“No. I have to tell you now, in case… We adopted you.” Her hand gripped mine tighter.
“Wh…what are you talking about mom?” I said shaking my head not believing her.
She scrunched her eyebrows together, the blood gathering around one of her eyes. “I couldn’t have kids, my friend didn’t want her son, so I adopted you. Please don’t hate us.”
Sobbing now, holding my mothers’ hand, “I don’t hate you mom,”. I was about to tell her I loved her, but the doctor and nurses came in to take her to surgery. I waited in the waiting room for four hours before the doctor came out. His walk and grim look gave it away before he even told me she had passed away. I am now twenty, alone, and have no idea what to do.
One of the nurses lived out my way and took me home. As she drove off, I looked at the house. The only light on was the angel light in the kitchen window. Mother would always say; an angel is always watching over you. I went into the empty house, feeling a cold chill. I wanted to believe what mom had told me was her hallucinating. With everything that had gone on, I didn’t want to be alone, so I called the only person I knew that was always there for me, Suzanne.
I picked up the phone, and when the phone picked up, it was the most beautiful voice I had heard. “Hello?” I didn’t know if I had the right number or not, so I hung up. I checked the number in my phone and redialed it. Again, that voice, “Hello, who is this? This isn’t funny?” Sounding annoyed.
“Is this Suzanne’s phone?” I finally was able to mumble out.
Still clearly annoyed I had hung up, and with a slight attitude, “Yes, she forgot it. She went to the lab for some extra credit. Want me to take a message?”
“Yeah, will you tell her that Brad needs to talk to her, it is urgent.” I say as I think about how to tell her.
Her voice and attitude do a complete one eighty, as she happily says, “So, you are the infamous Brad,” she says sounding very coy. “I feel like I know you, so you can talk to me if you want.”
I look at the phone thinking, who in the world is this chick. “Who is this anyway?”
She starts to chuckle, “Elizabeth, Suzanne’s room mate silly. Who else would it be?”
I snort in the phone, feeling like a dork, “Oh ok, I never talked to you before.” I was about to tell her she had a beautiful voice. I told Elizabeth about my parents, and she empathized with me. We were on the phone talking for about forty-five minutes when I heard her say that Suzanne was coming in. I didn’t want to get off the phone with her, she was so kind, and gentle. Her voice calmed me so much, and I wanted to listen to her all night. When Suzanne picked up, I told her all about what was going on. She was very upset for me, and told me she couldn’t make the funeral, but summer break she was coming home for sure and see me then. When she hung up, I was so sad that I didn’t get Elizabeth’s number. I closed my eyes to see if I could get some sleep, when I received a text.
Here is Elizabeth’s number just in case you want to talk and I’m not around.
I smiled and text her back a smiley face and a thumbs up. She knew that was me saying I was very happy.
The next several days went by very fast. The funeral was very small, as many of the people in town really had no idea who my parents were. They had no family so to speak. There was a man and a woman that came that I did not recognize. They were well dressed and driving a Mercedes. She was very prim and proper, had red tresses, a handful size breasts and a nice ass. He was money, as his hair was slick back, pencil thin mustache, and leather skin shoes. They looked like they belonged on one of those housewives show. They completely ignored me the entire day. They did talk to the reverend and the sheriff, but that was about it. She was visibly upset at my mother’s coffin. It was like she knew her better then my father. At the cemetery I was sitting listening to final goodbyes, and I searched for the couple. They were standing by their car, and as I looked, they got in and drove away.
When I entered my home, there were throes of neighbors and officials from the town who were at the funeral. They had brought casseroles and were there to support me. I was making my rounds thanking each person, when I came before the couple from earlier. I put my hand out to give a handshake as I spoke.
“Hello, I am afraid I don’t know you.” I said looking at the tall man and the snooty woman.
He looked at the woman, and said nothing, like a dog on a leash. She finally spoke, “WE are friends of Mrs. Henderson, your mother.”
They don’t offer their hands in return, so I awkwardly put my hand to my side. Looking into the ice blue eyes of the woman I say, “I know all of my parents’ friends, I don’t know who you are. How do you know my parents?”
Her lips curl on one side of her face, as if she is sneering at me. She takes a deep breath as she states, “Your mother and I had business many years ago, and I was gracious for her support during a difficult time of my life if you must know.” She then touches the shoulder of the man beside her, and he starts to walk toward the front door. Without a word she turns on her heels and walks out. They get in their car and drive away. I see they have Missouri plates, and wonder how my parents knew them.
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After the funeral, and after everyone left the house, I felt more lost than ever. I started to clean the house out of memories. As I was going through some old documents, I found the adoption papers and looked at them in disbelief. On the document, it had no record of who my biological mother and father was. The truth devasted me more so as I thought where I came from, and why did they lie to me all those years. I then searched more through the documents finding my birth certificate. Both the parents name was unknown. How could anyone not want their own child? I found baby pictures of me, and ones of my “parents” holding me, smiling in fact. That I would keep, as they didn’t smile too much. I put the things away in an old shoe box, and packed the things not needed away to be destroyed. I compilated whether to destroy the evidence I was adopted since my real parents didn’t want me. Deciding against it, I went about my business.
The next few weeks seem to drag, as I worked on the fields, cleared the house of things not needed, and cleaning up the old place. I talked to Suzanne only a couple of times and she told me in about a week she was coming home for break and she would come over when she got settled in. At night I laid in bed, holding the piece of paper with Elizabeth’s number on it, wondering if I should text her or call her. Sometimes at night I would close my eyes and masturbate to the memory of her voice, or Suzanne and I in the barn. I told Suzanne in confidence that when I had talked to her, it felt like I knew her. There was a closeness that I had felt and couldn’t explain. Suzanne was the only person I had felt comfortable to talk to, just because my parents sheltered me, so this new found experience with Elizabeth was new and frightening.
About a week and a half later, I was in the barn brushing the horse’s mane when I heard a noise behind me. I could smell her perfume behind me, so I knew it was Suzanne, so I turned on my heels and picked her up, as she squealed. She pounded on my shoulders, “Let me down you big Ox!” laughing hysterically.
That’s when I noticed we weren’t alone. I let her down slowly as my eyes drank in the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. Porcelain skin covered by light freckles, dark blue eyes, red auburn hair, a cute button nose, and that smile, those lips were perfect. She was about 5’2 and must not have weighed over 100 lbs. I seen she had nice size breasts, but they weren’t too big for her body maybe a 34B, and those legs. My knees became weak, as she came over to me and took my hand and introduced herself to me.
‘Hi, I’m Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz,” She said as I held onto her hand, staring at her like the biggest dope in the world. “You must be Brad?”
“Um, yeah” I said as I finally let go of her delicate soft hand. I turned to Suzanne, “You never mentioned you would be bringing a friend home with you.”
Liz piped up quickly with a pout, “You’re not happy to finally meet me face to face?”
Nervously and scared I answered quickly, “NO, nothing like that, just took me by surprise.” My voice trailing off as I spoke. Suzanne was just giggling to herself.
She finally spoke to us, “Brad, you going to offer your guests a drink at least? It is hotter than hell out here.” I nodded for them to follow me, and as we got to the back steps, I motioned for them to go on inside, watching Suzanne walk in, then Liz, and her ass looked incredible. I didn’t know if she was putting an extra sway from her hips, or if that was just natural.
We sat at the dining table and got caught up, as Suzanne did most of the talking, telling stories about me and her in high school. She even told Liz about our first kiss. I looked at Suzanne with a look of bewilderment. “Suzanne, that’s private stuff, and besides it was a long time ago.”
They both started laughing, when Liz spoke up. “It isn’t anything I haven’t heard before Brad,” as her smile curled and she bit her lower lip, “I have heard everything about you, “emphasizing on the word everything. She looks over at Suzanne and they start giggling. My jaw drops, and I decide not to ask, as I was always awkward around women anyway. Just recently I had cable and the internet installed, so I had watched some porn in the past couple of days.
Suzanne then gets serious and turns to me. “Hey, you big Ox, the real reason we came over is I have a favor to ask of you.”
“Ok, what is it?” I answer looking at my hands rubbing together.
She continues, “My parents weren’t expecting me to bring a friend home, and I didn’t tell them. They planned for us to go out of the country and only have three tickets. Can she stay with you for a couple of weeks until I get back?” She smiles and then gives me her pouty eyes and blinks at me.
I fumble with my words as I speak. “I… Uhm…” I look from Suzanne to Liz and back to Suzanne, as they are now both giving me the same look. “Y…You know I can’t say no to you Suzanne. I have two other bedrooms upstairs. She can stay in one of them.” As I Said that, they both leap up and ran over to my chair and hugged me tightly. I had both girls’ breasts against my arms, and they kissed me on my cheek. I felt my cock harden once again, as I thought I would surely explode any minute.
Suzanne spoke then as they let go, “We will be back in about an hour with her stuff if that is alright with you.”
“Yeah that’s good,” I said as they hurried out the door. Again, I watched as Liz swayed her ass out the door. I thought to myself how I was going to get through two weeks with this vixen in my house.
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The first couple of days and nights were uneventful, as I spent them mostly in the fields tending to the crops. She was very eager to help around the farm, so I showed her how to help with the horses and feed the pigs. I even showed her the old garden. I hadn’t kept up with it since mom had died, as I just didn’t have the time. She smiled and asked if she could give it a try. I laughed and said why not if she didn’t mind getting dirty. She just bit her lip and said, getting dirty never bothered her.
It was a Friday night when I came in from the fields done for the weekend. When I came in the door, the whole house smelled wonderful. It was like mom was back in the kitchen, but I knew she wasn’t. I walked into the room, and there stood Liz. Her hair was in a ponytail, some strands dangles along her face. She was wearing some old cut off blue jeans that accentuated her bottom very nicely. Her tank top left me no imagination her breasts were slightly smaller than Suzanne’s. She hadn’t noticed me standing there admiring her, and she was humming a song as she was working. I seen she had some fried chicken, and some fresh green beans and mashed potatoes and gravy. I smelled what seemed to be an apple pie in the oven. I thought to myself, I hope it tastes as good as it smells.
She turned around with the plate of chicken and I startled her, “Damn Brad, you know how to scare a girl!”
“I’m sorry,” I said defensively, “I didn’t want to bother you.
She nodded at the remaining dishes and said. “Well make yourself useful and help me put this on the table. I’m sure you’re hungry.”
I could of swore I seen her eyes sparkle. I helped her with the remaining dishes, and we sat down at the table. Me at the head seat, and her right beside me. This was new as we always sat across from each other, never this close. I ate in silence with an occasional “Mm”, and “oh yeah” in between bites. She would giggle and look at me with her lovely eyes.
“I hope that means you like my cooking,” She finally asks me.
I put my fork down long enough to reply, “I haven’t had a meal like this since mom, well you know.” I picked up my fork and went back to eating, looking down at the plate.
“You know Brad, I like being here with you. This is the least I could do to show you how much I appreciate you opening your door for me.” As she took another bite, looking very shy.
“Honestly Liz, I like you being here too. I don’t feel so lonely anymore and I actually look forward to coming in at night.”
She looked like she was going to say something but got up and started to clear the table. I was finished so I got up and picked up the remaining dishes and went into the kitchen. She was leaning against the counter facing me. The look in her eyes I had seen before, in my senior year. I put the dishes in the sink, then washed my hands in the sink. I look over at her and she is looking at me with her bottom lip between her teeth. It started a fire inside of me, and I wanted her. I walked over to her, standing in front of her. She was breathing heavy as she stood straight, raising her head looking me in my eyes. I felt like a giant against her.
“Liz, I…want to thank you for dinner.” I say in almost a whisper.
“You are so welcome Brad” Her hand coming up to my chest barely touching it.
My left arm comes up as I grab her hand on my chest and hold it. She looks like she is going to faint, so my other arm comes around to her hip. “Liz, I have been wanting to say this since I first saw you.”
She started to say something, and I stopped her. “Hear me out and then you can turn me down or whatever. You are by far the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on.”
She lightly bit her lower lip, and a tear formed in her eye, letting it fall down her cheek. I picked her up and put her on the counter where we could be face to face, and I stepped closer to her. Our bodies heat radiating together. I leaned in and kissed her slowly as returned my kiss. Those pouty precious lips against mine felt so good. It was a soft kiss and didn’t last long.
I pull away, “Liz, I don’t know why I…” I didn’t get the remaining part out as she grabbed my shirt and pulled me in tighter, taking my hair in her right hand pulling my face to hers. Her lips were harder on my lips this time and it became a hungry passionate kiss. I felt her tongue against my lips, and I opened to allow it in. Her hands around my neck, mine on her ass. Suddenly, we heard a loud beep.
She pulled back, smiled and looked me in my eyes and said seductively, “My pies done, don’t want it to burn do we?”
“NO, we wouldn’t want that.” I replied letting her down.
As she walked over to the oven, she turned to me. “Why don’t you go upstairs and take a shower. Get out of those dirty clothes. I’ll let the pie cool down and cut you a slice.” Her tongue slightly sticking through her teeth as she smiled.
“Yeah, I think I will do that.” I said as I walked toward the doorway. I turned and looked at her and said, “Although, we could conserve water if you need a shower.”
She just smiled, “You run along big boy” I thought well she didn’t say no.
As I stepped in the shower my cock was hard, and I wanted to jerk off but decided against it. If I was honest with myself, the hot water did feel good on my body, and I felt more relaxed. After I was done, I noticed I was still at half-mast. I dried off and put the towel around my waist, walking to the master bedroom. When I entered, I noticed the covers was turned down, and an angelic face with red hair was in it. Covers up to her neck. She smiled at me, as she crooked her finger and motioned for me to come to her. As I walked over, I could tell she had at least taken her top off, as her bare shoulders was showing. She patted the bed, so I sat beside her.
“Brad, I want you to know, I’m not like most girls. I don’t do this with just any guy.” Her seriousness side showing. “Suzanne and I have talked about you so much; I feel as I know you. Seeing you and being with you, my feelings for you.” She stopped abruptly and continued. “I want to be as close as humanly possible with you. Pl…”
I leaned down and kissed her. I rolled slightly on top of her, afraid I was going to hurt her. Her hands went around my neck, pulling me into a heated kiss. She pulled back and directed my head down to her shoulders, which I kept kissing. She whispered in my ear, “Yessss, don’t stop.” I wasn’t about to as this was the best day of my life. She then pushed me onto my back, and the covers came off her body as she got on top of me. Her body was so beautiful. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, with quarter sized areolas and pencil topped nipples. I looked further down and noticed she was shaved except a tiny tuft of red hair just above where her clit was.
She was like an animal once she was on top as she caressed and kissed my chest and stomach admiring me as she went along. Her hands were moving up and down my legs and thighs, and then they came upon my cock. Her eyes widened, and she said, “Now I see why Suzanne calls you Ox.” She then loosens my towel away from my body, and she just admires it for a minute. Her hand gently caressing it, fingernails lightly scraping the underside. She would giggle every time it twitched under her manipulations.
“I have only done this once, so be careful with me big boy” She says as she smiles.
“Uhm… I haven’t ever” I said smiling nervously.
“Oh really, well I am going to change that tonight.” She bites her lower lip as she slides down my body.
She starts to kiss the length down to my balls. She comes back up and takes her tongue and swirls it around the tip. She strokes it with one hand, as she kisses my thigh and my stomach, then back down to the underside of my cock. With long strokes of her tongue she would slide it up and return to my balls and do it again as she held it with her finger and thumb right under the head. She pulled her mouth away and stroked my cock, “Your cock is so big; I need two hands, and I don’t know if I can take all of it.” As I looked down at her, she was looking at me, her eyes seemed glassy. Her hands were still stroking slowly, squeezing some pre-cum out of the tip. I let out another groan as she licked it off the head.
Then the most wonderful sensation I had ever felt up to this point in my life happened as she wrapped her lips around the head. I groaned loudly and she smiled, looking up in into my eyes, not breaking contact. Still stroking and only half of my cock in her mouth, I felt like I was going to explode, then she took her mouth and spit on it soaking my shaft as she tried to engulf inch after inch. She was slowly bobbing her head down my length, moaning. I head a gagging noise come from her as my head hit the back of her throat, but it didn’t deter her, as she continued to try and swallow my cock.
She started to bob her head faster now, and stroking in tight circles, with one hand on my balls. She seemed to tighten her mouth with a suction that I thought she was going to rip my skin off, but it felt so good. I could feel an explosion coming, and I grabbed her hair, causing her to go into a frenzy. “Liz… Liz…I’m going …to cum.” I managed to get out. She looked me in the eyes and seemed to smile, as the first blast hit the back of her throat, then three more blasts. She couldn’t swallow fast enough, as some leaked out of the corners of her mouth down her chin, until my cock started to soften.
She slid back up to me and kissed me as I rolled her over. I started to kiss her down her neck and shoulders down to her breasts, taking her nipples in my teeth. She was moaning loudly as I did that. I found out later she has very sensitive nipples. She was rubbing the back of my neck and shoulders, as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her body arched as she was rubbing her wetness against me. I started to kiss down her body, and she started trembling. “You don’t need to Brad.” I simply put my hand on her chest and my other hand on her thigh as I spread them, inhaling her intoxicating sex.
I kissed my way down one thigh and leg back up to her other until I came to the outer lips of her vagina. I looked up and she was staring at me, trembling with her lower lip in between her teeth in anticipation.
I smiled and said, “I don’t know what I am doing, but I want to taste you.”
On instinct, I ran my tongue along the length of her slit. She squealed with delight, as I continued to do that, tasting her loving the sweet nectar. “Am I doing OK?” I nervously asked. She just nodded as she gripped the sheets. I became braver and took my tongue inside the folds, and when I hit the top, I hit a hard nub. She almost came off the bed and moaned.
“Baby, that’s my clit. It’s very sensitive.” She said as her hands were on my head now. She then pulled my face back down and spread her thighs further apart. I licked my way inside the folds of her pussy as it entered inside of her, and she raised her hips off the bed. So, I kept taking my tongue and sliding it in and out, as she took my hair in her hands and was guiding me. Her thighs started shaking against me, and then started to buck and quiver against my face.
She grabbed my hair and pulled me upward saying, “Lick my clit Brad.” My tongue licked its way up and down and in circles around her hard nub, as her moans turned erratic, signaling that she was about to orgasm. Her hands were pushing me deeper into her crotch and her thighs were closing around my neck. Her body spasmed and then tightened as she started to scream, “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop!
As she started to flood my chin and neck, I heard what sounded like a wounded animal letting out a loud “OHHHHHHHH.”
Her body went slack for a second, as her thighs released my head. Her hands moved up and touched her nipples, as her tongue was licking her lips. Finding the towel, I wiped my face and neck and slowly slid up to her side, as she came down from her high. She turned her head toward me as I was kissing her shoulder. “Not bad for a beginner” she started laughing as did I. We then kissed slowly but passionately as we rolled to our sides. Her hand went to my hardening shaft and started to stroke it.
“So big boy, ready to lose your cherry? She asked with a very wicked smile.
I looked at her with a confused look, but then smiled. “You show me baby; I don’t want to hurt you. Show me how you want to be made love to.”
She purred as she rolled me on my back. She straddled my thighs, raising her hips grabbing my cock, “Don’t push it in me, I need to take my time, ok?”
I nodded my head as she rubbed her pussy against the head of my cock. I felt her juices running down my shaft, as my thought about her being so wet really turned me on. She then lowered herself, and I could feel my head spreading her pussy lips. Her lips formed an “O” as she tilted her head back and put her hands on my chest. Then I felt the rest of my head slide inside, and this time it was me that let out a groan. She was so tight around me yet was sucking me further inside her. I finally felt her skin against mine looking down she had taken it all.
She started to rock her body back and forth on me, as I leaned up and kissed her. She held onto my neck as I held onto her back and hips guiding her. She was in no hurry and neither was I. Bending down I once again took her nipple into my mouth, as she moved her hands to the top of my head pulling me closer into her. She then started to use my shoulders as leverage and started to ride me up and down. I held her hips, feeling her insides grip me so tightly. She was moaning, “So fucking big.” I laid on my back, massaging her breast, tweaking her nipples, and she sped up her gyrations. I could feel the wetness even more running down onto my shaft, balls and ass crack. Her moans increasing, as she clawed at my chest, I knew she was getting close.
“Oh God Brad, I’m Cummmmmmminnnnngggggggg.” She raised her hips a couple more times then collapsed onto me. She kissed my chest softly and was rubbing my arms. Her pussy still contracting around my cock, her making soft mewing sounds.
“Please Brad, turn me over fuck me” she said as she lifted off me.
I rolled over on top of her, “As you wish,” as she guided my cock back into her crevice. I started thrusting very slowly and gently. She put her hands on my hips guiding me to go faster as she whispered in my ear to go harder. So, I picked up my pace knowing I wasn’t going to last long. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, as she was now encouraging me to cum.
“Cum for me baby” She would say.
I was going as fast and hard as I could and felt myself growing in girth. She felt it too as she wrapped her legs around my waist allowing me to go deeper. I could feel the head of my cock hit something every once in awhile that I later found out was her cervix. She would let out a sharp moan every time I hit it. Her eyes never left mine as we stared at each other while I felt my climax start to come. She was on the brink as well. I started to grunt and was about to pull out when she stopped me with her legs.
“Don’t pull out” She said between thrusts, “Cum inside me.”
I looked in her eyes as I felt on the brink, and I saw something I had only seen from my mother; pure love. At that moment, we both orgasmed together as I felt rope after rope of cum empty out into her womb. She held me inside of her until I became soft, releasing me with her legs, rolling onto our sides me spooning her. We both were still breathing heavily, but rapidly cooling down as the night breeze was flowing through the windows.
Then I heard her faint voice, “I love you Brad.”
I replied, “I love you too.”
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Suzanne was ecstatic to learn that we were together by the time she came back from vacation but was jealous as well. Liz and I were inseparable and now living under the same roof. Right about the time she was to go back to school, she asked me to sit down at the table as she needed to talk to me.
“Brad, I have never felt the way I do when I am with you. My parents will never understand and will most likely disown me, but I want to stay here.” She said as tears started to come down her cheeks.
“Liz, I won’t let you give up your education. I will come and visit, and you will always have a home right here.” As I rub the back of her hand trying to comfort her.
“You’re not making it easy for me you big Ox.” She says through a half smile and tears.
“What is it Liz?”
She looks down at our hands, and back up to my eyes. “I’ve put a lot of thought into this. I want to stay here with you. You are going to need me during harvest, and I am going to need you at night.” She smiles her perfect smile at me. I lean in and kiss her, tightly holding her hand.
I smile back at her and smile, “I would love for you to stay Liz, I just want it to be your decision and not because you think I can’t handle being alone.”
She smiles again, and with a tear running down her cheek, she leans back in the chair and rubs her stomach. “You won’t have to worry about that stud. I’m pregnant.” I stood up and picked her up out of her chair hugging her as I started to cry in joy as well. I whispered in her ear that she should have started out with that in the first place.
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A few weeks later, after school had started Suzanne was told about the pregnancy. She told Liz that she was happy for us, but deep inside she was jealous of her. I of course went about business taking care of the farm and Liz. One day I was in town picking up supplies, when I ran into the Sheriff outside the grocery store. He stopped me as I was putting away the groceries in the truck.
“Hey Brad, how’s things going?” As he patted me on my shoulder.
I smiled and shook his hand, “Well Tim, things are looking up really. Crops are going to be great this year, and I am going to be a father.”
His jaw hits the ground and then he smiles. “You and Suzanne finally got together?”
I shook my head, “Nah, she did introduce me to the sweetest girl in the world. Her name is Elizabeth Sweets.”
I noticed that Sheriff Tim’s smile had gone from his face. He looked away and then asked me, “She wouldn’t happen to be a little petite red head, would she?”
I look at him with concern in my face. “Yeah, what’s going on Tim?” I ask almost shouting. He notices my hands starting to ball up in fists, and knew I was a strong person when I wanted to be. I asked him again in a different way. “Do you know her? Tell me now Tim or I swear…”
He holds up his hand and nods his head, trying to quiet me down. “It’s ok Brad, really. There was a young girl about eighteen that lived here about twenty years ago that had twins. One was a little red head girl, and the other was a boy. The boy died, and after that she moved away. Rumor was she found a very rich connected man and married him. Seemed she did. They were in town not too long ago, at your folk’s funeral. They stopped by and talked to me and the pastor about how their daughter was doing. Her name is Elizabeth Sweets.”
I started to sweat and felt nauseous. I looked up at him and softly asked him, “Was it the couple driving the Mercedes?” He nodded his head at me. I thanked him and walked to the door of my truck.
He called out to me, “You ok Brad?”
“I’m just trying to process this. So, who was the father of the babies?” I asked scratching my goatee.
Tim hung his head, “Well, to tell you the truth, she never told a soul who it was. She refused. Said it was her business and only hers. She was a stubborn girl alright. Rumors around town were that her brother molested her. Another was her English teacher and she was having an affair.”
I shook my head, “Wow, I wonder if Elizabeth knows this.”
The road to my place seemed longer today as I drove lost in thoughts. That snooty woman who knew my parents could be my sweet Elizabeth’s mother. My knuckles were white from me gripping the wheel so tight. I wasn’t mad, just surprised I guess that something so wonderful would come from something that seemed so evil.
When I arrived home, I approached Elizabeth about her parents. She told me they had money and her mom was very controlling. She said her dad was very wealthy and had many businesses spread across the country. She also told me she had no idea she was born in northern Iowa, as she only knew Missouri as home. I told her the story of what happened the day of my parent’s funeral and what the Sheriff had said.
She looked at me with a blank stare, “I had a twin brother and I never knew about it.” She looked out the window and started to cry. I held onto her, comforting her the best I could.
I kissed the top of her head, “I’m adopted Liz, my parents didn’t want me. I know what its like to be lied too. I’m here for you.” This had been the first time I had said anything to anyone other then Suzanne. It was apparent that Suz never said anything to Liz about it, as she raised her face up to look at me. She put her hand on my face and pulled me down to give me a kiss.
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I came from the fields and walked into the house to smells of baking. My thoughts went to my darling Liz. She wasn’t anywhere downstairs, but there were fresh baked cookies on the table. I picked one up and it was my favorite, oatmeal raisin chocolate chip. I put it my mouth as I headed upstairs. I went into each room, chewing on the cookie saying her name. Her not answering me worried me, so I stormed downstairs and out the backdoor. My heart dropped as I seen the most beautiful ass in the garden bending over. I walked up behind her and grabbed her hips surprising her. She yelped and stood up.
“Unhand me. I’ll call my stud on you” she said laughing. Kicking her legs to emphasize the giddiness she was feeling.
I chuckled and told her, “Your stud has nothing over me.” At that my cock was hard again, pointing straight into her ass. She turned around, grabbed me over my jeans and started to unbuckle them.
She smiled, “I think being pregnant has made me a nympho for this,” as she fished my cock out stroking it. I looked around happy we had a long driveway. She then proceeded to get on her knees and without hesitation, she put my cock in her mouth and started to bob her head up and down on it, not leaving her eyes away from me.
“Oh, fuck Liz,” I groaned as my hands went to her auburn locks grabbing them and guiding her head.
She just smiled a little as she hummed on my cock and sped up her efforts. Her hand was on my balls massaging them. I knew I wouldn’t last as she used her mouth like a suction cup. I felt my cock start to grow in girth and she took less in her mouth and started to jack it in circles as she bobbed on the head. She took her mouth off, and stuck her tongue out, started to lick around the head.
“Cum for me baby,” she said as she went back to my cock.
I put my head back as I felt my balls raise. I heard a loud roar come out of me as I squirted jet after jet of cum into her mouth. She kept sucking me and jacking me to make sure I was completely drained until the head was too sensitive. I pulled her of my still semi-erect member and onto her feet. Looking into her eyes, I simply said “I love you.”
She opens her mouth and shows me the remaining cum and swallows it. She opens again, and it is gone. She says, “I love you more,” as she kisses me, extending her tongue into my wanting mouth. We hold each other for a minute until my phone rings. I see it is Suzanne, and I almost don’t answer it, but Liz insisted.
“Hey Brad, are you at your house?” she asks me sounding out of breath.
As Liz is stuffing me back into my pants and zipping me up, I respond, “Yeah, what’s up buttercup.”
With a slight tremble in her voice, “Elizabeth’s parents were just here, and they had no idea she dropped out of school.” I looked at Liz with concern and she whispered what’s wrong. I held up my finger as Suzanne was still talking.
“They are on their way to your house and it sounded like they were going to fucking kill you. They know she is pregnant Brad; they know everything.” She said as I remained silent on the other end. “Brad? You still there?” I hear from the other line.
“Yeah Suz, uhm… Let me talk to Liz ok?” I ask as I hang up the phone not even registering if Suzanne was still on the phone or not.
She had a worried look on her face as she spoke, “Brad what’s wrong?”
“Your parents are on their way here, they know everything.” She fell against me; I wrapped my arms around her. I knew we had two hours before they would be arriving at least. We both went into the house and got cleaned up.
“Brad, we need to leave now! She will try and take me away from you, I know it.” She cried out from the bedroom.
I went to her and hugged her close to me. Whispering in her ear, “We will have to confront them one day, might as well be today.” She kissed me and continued down the stairs toward the kitchen. While she was downstairs, I made another call to Tim the Sheriff.
“Hey Brad, how you doing?” He asked sounding chipper today.
Not wanting to chit chat I asked him point blank, “What do you know about the Sweets family?”
“All I know are rumors Brad, nothing concrete, why?” He asked quizzingly.
I was hesitant to tell him Liz’s worries, as she was an adult and I wouldn’t allow them to take her away from me. Especially while she is carrying my child. “Well, I have heard they are on their way here looking to kill me because I got their daughter pregnant and she dropped out of school. I’m not sure if I should be cautious or what?”
There was silence. “Hold on a minute,” he said as he laid the receiver down. I heard footsteps and then a door closed. I figured he wanted our conversation to be private. He picked it back up and said, “Brad they are bad people. From what I hear the husband maybe a made man.”
“What?” I heard my voice go up and octave. That small stature of a man that never spoke a word and seemed to take orders from her was a made man? “What do you mean Tim, how did you hear that?”
“You didn’t hear it from me, but the FBI was here not too long ago asking if I had seen them here. Apparently, they are looking for the Sweets. I told them nothing of your girl.” He explained.
I had no idea what to say. “Thanks for looking out for her Tim. You might want a deputy to come by here in an hour or so just in case it gets hairy.” I explain that I do own some guns and wasn’t afraid to use them. He assured me that he would be patrolling the area vigorously. When I hung up, I searched for Liz. She wasn’t anywhere in the house, so I went outside, and I still couldn’t see her. I went into the barn calling her name, looking into the stalls and no answer. I looked over and her vehicle was gone. The old car I used to drive that I gave her. I picked up the phone and called her and she didn’t pick up. I thought she had run away. I went inside to prepare for what may come, and to pray that she would come back to me.
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I was standing in the front room looking out the big picture window as the black Mercedes came flying down the drive, dust bellowing behind it. I reached behind me and put my hand on the Glock in my waistband. It came to a stop, and the door opens and only the woman gets out. The man stays in the car, so I let go of the handle and go outside to the front porch.
As she gets to the steps and starts to walk up, I stop her, “Elizabeth isn’t here, she left.”
Her eyes widen as her face whitens. This time she doesn’t seem as snooty as before. “Do you know where she has gone?”
I shook my head at her. “She heard you were on your way to kill me, and she said we had to leave because you were going to take her away. So, I guess she took it upon herself to leave on her own.”
She surprises me when she responds. “Well maybe it is better this way, we need to talk.” She looks at me with pleading eyes, and gestures toward the door. “Are you going to invite me in?”
I move to the side, putting my hand out letting her walk past me inside the door. She looked around as I closed the door. She smiled and turned around to face me. “I am glad you haven’t changed it much. Evelyn was such a decorator.”
“How did you know my mom anyway.” I asked as I motioned for her to sit in the chair across from the love seat I sat on.
She sighed and looked around, “So I heard you got my daughter pregnant. Is this true?” I nodded my head to affirm it was indeed true. She looked at me with daggers for a minute and then her eyes softened. “Do you love her? Does she love you?” I again nodded my head in affirmation. “Aren’t you going to say anything?”
I shrugged my shoulders, “I have nothing to say. I love her, and I want to marry her. She wants the same thing. She is carrying our child and she is the one who decided not to go back to school. She is doing online classes instead under my insistence. She is a wonderful woman and you should be proud of how you raised her.”
This time she smiled a huge at me and I thought I seen a tear in her eye, but it never fell. She was fiddling with her gloves she had in her hand. I knew she was nervous about something but had no idea what. I heard another car pulling up, and by the sound of it, I knew it was Liz returning. We both stood and watched her walk in with some documents in her hand. As soon as she came through the door she started to aggressively talk to her mother.
“Mom, this is a marriage license. We are going to get married and there is nothing you can do about it. As soon as the Pastor gets here, he is going to do the service.” She said as she came over to me and wrapped her arms around one of mine.
Mrs. Sweets put her hand over her mouth, flabbergasted at her daughter and how she talked to her. She collected her emotions and calmly replied, “Elizabeth Marie, I can not let you marry this man, or bare his child. It will change your life forever, and not for the better. I know darling, I lived it.”
Liz started to sob, “How can you say that mom? I have never felt this way about anyone. We are so in love. He is so gentle, kind, and loving to me. Everything I was taught that a man should be to a woman.”
For the first time I seen tears coming down her mother’s face. “I know how you feel. I felt it once, and I lost it. I had to give up something so precious to me because it reminded me of that love. I don’t want you to make the same mistake I did.”
Liz shook her head, “Mom what are you talking about?”
She put her hands up to wipe her tears away, and slowly sat down gaining her composure. She gestured for us to sit down. She looked at us as she said, “Because you and he are brother and sister.”
Both Liz and I gasped. Liz fell against me as she asked, “What? I didn’t even know I had a brother until Brad told me, and we both heard he had died.”
She nodded her head, “Let me explain please. I was very young, and my brother was considerably older when our parents passed in an accident. He was built and looked just like Brad.” As she said this, she smiled then looked away. “He was my protector, my hero, my lover, my everything.” She then sighed.
We looked at each other in bewilderment. Right after my eighteenth birthday I decided I wanted to be with him forever, so when we made love, I made sure he used a condom with a hole in it. He got me pregnant, and you both were conceived.” She continued on, “When I told him I was pregnant and it was his, he was so distraught. He thought the entire town would turn on us. He went out that night and killed himself. So, when you were born, and I seen I had twins, I was joyous. That was until I seen you Brad.”
Once again, her tears were rolling down her cheek. “What do you mean when you seen me, was I deformed? You didn’t want me?” I asked as my emotions were in turmoil. Liz was gripping my arm so tight I thought it might draw blood.
“No quite the contrary Brad, you were perfect, just like your sister. The thing is you were too perfect. You looked just like your father, and I could not bare to see that face. I do regret it, especially now.” She looks at us like she was waiting for a response.
Liz speaks up first, “Mom, that is one hell of a story you just concocted. You expect me to believe this is my brother? You are not going to win mother; I love him and there is nothing you can do about it.”
Her response surprised both Liz and I. “I know and I also know I can’t stop what’s been started. I should have told you the truth at Evelyn’s funeral Brad. I was ashamed and acted horrible that day. David my husband told me on the way home that I was being selfish for not telling either of you. I thought that having hundreds of miles between you would prevent you ever meeting, what would be the odds.” She shrugged and looked up toward the ceiling and started to giggle.
Liz looked at me, “What do you want Brad. Do you believe her or what?”
“I think what she is saying might be validated if she has some proof. I know the documents that my mother had are all blank except the adoption papers.” I answered, looking at Liz then back at her mother.
She looks over at us and half smiles. “I can do that, if you will give me a quick second.” She dug in her purse and pulled out an old form. She handed it to Liz. I watched as she opened the forms, and it was her birth certificate. The name of her mother said Deena Collins, and no father was listed. There was a form behind it, and she pulled it to the front, and it was my birth certificate. Same listings for mother and father. Both of our hearts sank, and we fell back against the back of the couch.
Her mother spoke up, “I know your name is Sweets now like mine. Your dad adopted you when you were two years old. Just so you don’t think those are forgeries.” She said as she smiled.
I finally had enough, “This does not change anything in my mind. I don’t care if she is technically my sister. We had no idea when we met, and we are so in love. I will never love like this again. I don’t want to give you up Liz.” I said as I bring her in for a kiss. Deena looks at us and smiles with a tear in her eye.
Deena gets up and walks over to us as I hear a vehicle approaching. “I will not interfere as I know what it feels like. Just be careful please.” She then walks over to the door looking out and motions for David to come into the house. As he gets out, I notice that Tim is there. As they come into the house it is explained that the Pastor could not come to marry us. Since Tim was the Sheriff, he could do the deed.
As Liz and I stood there holding hands and looking into each other’s eyes, we felt a bond that would never break. We knew the truth, and nobody else would. Would I ever say anything to Suzanne? How would our relationship with Deena progress and what in the hell was the FBI after them for? I closed my eyes and opened them to focus on the angelic face of my wife as he said to kiss her. Everything else escaped my mind except her.
To be continued