Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22400 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 112(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
I sing for him. I let my voice echo through the forest, and just let the orgasm claim me so suddenly. My entire body tightens up, consumed by an inner fire, only to erupt in sudden release.
And as that heat soothes my entire being, he adds to it. He’s better at hiding it, but Red lusts after me every bit as much as I lust after him. And I soon feel that lust erupt within me, so much of it even after he came so much the last two times I made him explode in orgasm. He just has everything for me, and I’ve got the feeling that he always would.
I fall forward on top of him, his arms wrapping around me. He steals another tender kiss from me as he strokes my back. “Really, I just thought you’d like to stop to smell the flowers.”
“Maybe some other time,” I whisper. “When I’m not so driven with desire to fuck you, Red.”
He laughs. “Then I hope you’ll never get around to stopping and smelling the flowers.”
I slap him on the chest.
Once again covered in sweat, we pull ourselves together and get dressed again. Soon, with my legs aching a bit more now, we continue our journey homewards, having enough of one another for the moment to discourage further detours.
“There they are,” the eldest Rough calls out as we walk into the cabin.
“Fresh out of getting lost in the woods,” his wife says. “I’m sure it wasn’t intentional at all.”
“Mom, could you be a little less suggestive?” Red replies as we walk in and take a seat at the kitchen table. My nose picks up that we got back in time for breakfast, the smell of pancakes and coffee greeting us.
“I, uh, got the blackberries,” I say, as I set the pail down on the table.
“She remembered,” Rosie Rough says. “You need to keep this one, Red, she has a good head on her shoulders even when you’re distracting her.”
Red is, well, red at his mom’s ribbing.
“You two should head upstairs and get yourselves cleaned up. Breakfast will be here when you get back.”
“I’ll keep it hot even if you two need... uh... more time to get clean,” Reynold chimes in.
“Dad, you too?”
Filson, though? He asks, “What’s the big deal? Red’s been lost in the woods a lot of times, what’s so special about this time?” Exhausted and not yet united with the adequate amount of coffee, all of this flew right over Red’s brother’s head.
Ruby pats him on the shoulder, massaging it, showing sympathy for her own personal oaf.
“You heard Mom,” Red says, grabbing my hand. “We need to go wash up before we get breakfast.”
“Uh sure,” I say, taking his hand and following him up the stairs.
I already knew we’d be horny enough to go at it in the shower. I wanted to say no since clearly his family would be able to hear us, but knowing how I felt about Red?
There were no guarantees about anything.
11
RED
I don’t know how I stop myself from bursting into the shower and taking her right then and there. Knowing that she’s in there, naked, and there’s more than enough space for the two of us…
I’m going to be walking around with a bit of a hard on for the foreseeable future, I have to admit.
But there’s still stuff to be done. I can keep myself under control until I do what I have to do, and besides, having sex when my parents know I am just doesn’t feel right.
Instead, once we’re both clean and dressed, I look over to Annie as she’s combing her hair, and I say, “I love you.”
Without missing a beat, she replies, “I love you too.”
It’s honest. It’s straightforward. It’s so clear that it can’t be anything but true.
We head downstairs and breakfast has been kept warm for us. I share the story of our little trip, picking berries, the sudden storm, the flooding creek. How I got us to some makeshift cover, and how Annie surprised me with her knowledge of the plants of the area, and how it made roughing it not so tough.
I left out all the parts about me ogling her tits through her soaked T-shirt, the fucking in the cave, the fucking in the meadow, and generally kept it very much PG. Besides, my niece and nephew were listening in. They weren’t old enough for the best parts.
“Sorry we missed your birthday dinner, Dad,” I say, ending my story.
“Nothing to be done about it,” he says with a nod. “The weather itself steps in and makes life difficult for us sometimes.”
“Annie did bring back a full pail of blackberries though,” my mother cheerfully adds. “Are you still up for making him a pie, dear?”
Annie lights up. “Yes, of course I'll still make the pie. Do we have all the ingredients?”