Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 318(@200wpm)___ 255(@250wpm)___ 212(@300wpm)
Rye had laughed and I realized it was the first time I’d heard him truly laugh. It was so incredible I didn’t care I’d been caught daydreaming. Even after I learned it wasn’t all that difficult to milk Cocoa, named for her rich brown coloring, it didn’t appear the brothers cared about my faked inability. I had taken over the chore, but inevitably, one of the brothers would just happen to be in the barn. They would sit on the stool, me on their lap, our hands working the cow’s teats together. I’d squirm and give soft little sighs as his lips nibbled on my neck or fingers brushed against my curves. Some days led to a quickie that had me bent over a bale of hay, my skirts lifted, panties lowered or pushed to the side as one of them would fill me with their cock, the lowing of the cow, the whinny of the horse, or the clucking of the chickens accompanying the sounds of his groans and my cries as we’d come. On those days, I walked back to the kitchen alone, the bucket of milk in my hands and cum slipping from my pussy to soak the lining of my panties. It was a wonder Kit didn’t think I had some sort of bladder condition with all the panties hung on the line alongside the brothers’ shirts and jeans.
“I’m happy to know you aren’t just pretending to like them anymore,” she said, her voice soft. “It makes me glad to know you’re really happy. It’s been so long since I’ve seen my brothers smile, heard them laugh.”
Her insight had me wondering exactly how much she was aware of. Did she know her brothers and I…
What would her brothers think if they discovered their little sister wasn’t quite as unaware as they’d thought?
“They are just glad all their work is paying off,” I said, picking up my discarded yarn if only to have something to occupy my hands. “They’ve done an amazing job with the farm.”
Kit nodded. “They have, but you know that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“It’s not?”
“No, it’s not.” When she paused, I gave up all pretense of crocheting and turned to look at her.
She laid her work aside and stood, moving over to sink down to the floor beside me. Laying her head against my leg, she sighed.
“Goldie, do you honestly not see they’ve changed? That I’ve changed? Even you have changed since we’ve been on the mountain.” Before I could answer, she turned her head to look up at me. “I admit I don’t know everything, I’m not even sure why you really agreed to come with us, but it has changed our lives. Can’t you see that?”
I reached to stroke my hand down her hair. We weren’t that far apart in age, and yet I felt as if she was far younger… yet she was showing far more maturity than we’d given her credit for. I wouldn’t insult her by pretending to be ignorant of what she was saying.
“I do see. I’ve noticed they are less tense. They smile more often. They even seem to tease occasionally… and when they laugh… well, it makes me happy.”
“You know why, don’t you? Why they smile and laugh now?”
“I suppose it’s because they no longer have to worry about… well, whatever it is they left behind… in city life.”
Kit smiled, her hair sliding across her back as she shook her head. “No, Goldie, it’s not because of any business or because they left the bad men behind. It’s because of you. Don’t you know they love you?”
My heart clutched and my breath caught in my throat, but even as I shook my head, she was nodding hers.
“They may not be ready to say the words, but I know the truth,” she said, not allowing me to voice a denial. “I’ve known my brothers my entire life. They are the only reason I’m here… that I’m alive. I wanted to die when our parents did. It was the three of them who wouldn’t let me slip away. I know I disappear into a different world at times. A world where there is nothing bad, nothing hurtful, but I’m not stupid. I know there is evil in this world, and I know there is hurt. The bad times only make the good ones so much better. The hurt makes the happiness… bigger somehow. More precious.” She sighed and wiped a tear from her cheek but shook her head as if to assure me she wasn’t about to break down. Lifting her face, she gave a soft smile. “My brothers may think me nothing but a child, but I have eyes and I have a heart. They love you, Goldie. They love you very much. I guess the question is, do you love them?”