(Author Note: As always, I want to thank you for taking the time to read my story and hope you enjoy it. I know I am not the perfect writer, but if you find something that will help me improve or have good or bad comments, please, let me know. Thanks!)
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Kenita James looked at Harley as she took a bit of the potato salad her sister had made for Sunday dinner. She had learned over the years that it was a bit of the Barnes family tradition and had carried on for more years then most then had been alive. Around her, the conversation flowed as smooth as the Columbia River did back home, but she found her mind more on Harley and the fantastic fucking he had given her upstairs before they had come down to eat.
She had dreamed of him for so long, and to have that dream come true. Her nipples hardened just thinking about it. Her pussy was already dripping and not just with the huge load of cum he had emptied into her. She was hungry for more, and it made its need known even as her body craves food and drink. He was watching her as well and she smiled as she watched him lick his lips and knew he wasn't doing it because of the food.
Now if his brother Waylon would just stop trying to cop a feel of her leg every time she turned around. Not that Waylon was nothing to pass up looks wise. He was as tall as Harley and Dean and probably the best looking of the boys, Harry and Maggie Barnes had produced. But she knew guys like him didn't look at girls like her unless they were looking for a quick fuck. There had been enough guys back home that had made that perfectly clear to her for as long as she could remember almost. One had been very clear. "You're a good cocksucker Keni, but you better be willing to give up more if you want any man to pay attention to you. And then you better make it clear that you're willing. Otherwise, go buy a vibrator. You're going to be spending a lot of time alone."
It had hurt but she knew it was the truth. The thing was, she hadn't wanted any of the boys back home, and she had just needed them to teach her things. Like how to kiss and give a good mouth job. She had already decided that if Harley was willing, she wanted him to be the first man to put his cock in her. She wasn't foolish enough to want more from him. It would be nice, but she had long outgrown her silly daydreams of him ever telling her he loved her.
Taking a drink of her soda, she pushed Waylon's hand away again. He was getting braver; this time he had actually let a finger rub the crotch of her shorts. Giving him a sideways glance, she saw him lift the offending finger to his nose while taking a bite of his mom's golden fried chicken. She had no doubt he knew what had happened upstairs, he had been inside when her and Harley had come downstairs. Harley hadn't tried to hide them being together either. He had put his arm around her and kept her there the whole time before Kate and Maggie announced dinner was ready.
Looking back at Harley, she knew instantly from his gaze that he suspected something was going on. She loved how he looked better now even more then he had before. His time in prison had hardened his face and eyes and given him a less pretty boy look. She knew from watching him work on the farm this last week, that he had gotten more then a few prison tattoos and they added to the bad boy attitude he projected. Kate had admitted that she felt his pull. And Dean was a real hunk, muscular and tanned from hours in the sun. His sun bleached hair was a real draw, so were his intense blue eyes, even more like ice then Harley's.
"Finish up Keni; we'll go take a look at that calf I was telling you about." Harley spoke to her. "I know you said you wanted to see it."
She smiled. "Okay, that sounds good."
It was something she had wanted to do. The calf, born last spring, was almost black, but had on white spot on it in the shape of a heart. Kate had told her about it, and how she had named it Valentine for that reason. It had been part of her plans of things to do this first week, but hadn't found the time. Harley's sister had come home from college engaged and the family had been up in the air over it. Keni was glad for Heather, she was a shy, bookish type of girl and they had been friends of a sort in the summers that Keni had come to visit. Her fiancé Mike was a long, tall Texan and he was visiting for the next week to check out some cattle that was up for sale in the area.
Now both Heather and Mike looked up. "We'll tag along too; Heather has been telling me about Valentine, I'd like to see him." Mike spoke with the soft West Texas drawl, that both Kate and she had heard all their lives. Their grandmother had been born and raised there, but went to Oregon when she met their grandfather while he had been in the Air Force.
When Kate had mentioned that to Mike he had been interested, even more so when it was discovered his hometown and hers had been only twenty miles apart. A phone call later in the day had revealed that his grandparents had both known theirs but lost touch over the years.
Kate had laughed at the coincidence. "Talk about small worlds."
Harley looked at them. "Sure come on, why not; the more the merrier." He was smiling but didn't look as happy as he might have if he'd meant it.
Waylon added to his brother's mood. "Then I'll tag along as well, someone has to play chaperon to the ladies."
Kate laughed at that. "In that case, Dean and I will sit here in the shade with the old folks and relax. I have been on my feet too much to go walking around that barn anyway."
