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He stood in the shadows and took a drink from the whiskey bottle as he glanced at his watch. Where the fuck was she? She and Harley never stayed out past midnight; it was almost half past now. Damn little bitch, treat him like he wasn't even there these days. Six weeks of his brother's cock was more then enough for her. Tonight he was going to give her a taste of a real man. And the best part was, by the time he got done, even his ex-con; evil tempered brother wouldn't want her for more then a whore. He might even want her for that, hell; he had his share of them in town.
Well he did have to give Harley credit for one thing; he knew how to keep a woman on his line for how ever long he wanted her. From the way he was acting around her, you might actually believe he cared about her. Dumb bitch, Harley didn't care about anyone but himself. By the end of the summer, he'd be getting his fill and more then a little ready to ship her back home to mommy and daddy. It was something he had seen his brother do a hundred times, and once she was gone, he would do it to someone else. The only difference this time was that he would get to her first, and it would be him who shipped her home. Bruised, battered, but well fucked and bent to the will of any man who might want her from now on.
Odds were by the time mommy and daddy saw what a little slut she had turned into, they would be putting her ass out on the street. Let her sell her ass for a place to sleep or something to eat. Yeah, he liked that idea, she was a whore, let her support herself as a whore. He didn't think she'd survive very long, but that wasn't his problem. If she hadn't acted like he was some freak, and then Harley jumping him about his little game, he wouldn't be standing here now. All she had to do was give him what she was giving Harley, and he'd have been happy.
There wasn't one of the bitches in town who didn't consider him a relief from Harley and his brother's desire for pain. Even when he did get a little rough they still took it and he never failed to bring one of them off on his cock. So, he was happy and so were they. All but her, all he did was get a whiff of her pussy and she acted like he had committed some crime. What was the big fucking deal, the whole goddamn family had heard them fucking that day up in her room.
A truck pulled up in the drive way and he knew the look and the sound. Harley shut it down and he watched as they hugged and kissed for a few minutes before Harley pretended to be some damn gentleman and came around to open her door. He wanted to puke as he watched them walk up to the porch like some damn lovey-dovey couple like Kate and Dean. Now there was a pair that made him want to vomit. She was as much a whore as her sister. Sometimes he wondered if all her miscarriages weren't just so they could keep fucking and not have to worry about some brat. She knew Dean was well liked by the women in town, and when he couldn't get it at home, he was going to go back to his old ways, and find some willing cunt to give it to him.
A soft laugh and deep chuckle drifted to his ears. "Harley, didn't you get enough earlier."
"Hell no, I never get enough of you honey, you're in my head from the time I get up till the time I got to bed and then you're in my dreams. It doesn't matter any way. From the look of it, Dean and Kate are in bed, and there's no one around for miles. Come on, you know you want it."
She giggled. "Yeek, help, there's a sex maniac on the loose. Oh God, you are hard again."
"And you're wet as hell. Yeah, that's it baby, grab at him with that hot pussy. My sweet perfect pussy, your tom cat knows how to make you purr doesn't he? My pussy cat that's always in heat, I can smell her heat and juice a mile away. Nasty little pussy cat, letting me fuck you like this. God, your ass is still hot from the paddling I gave you for being so nasty earlier. Fuck me honey, work that pussy on my hot cock. Suck my cum right up into you."
"Oh God Harley, that's it, fuck me, fuck your nasty girl, give me a good cum to dream of tonight."
He could hear Harley slamming into his whore as he held her against the side of the house and gave her what all bitches wanted. A hard cock and a man who knew how to use it was all they wanted.
"Oh Harley, yes, I love you Harley, I love you so fucking much."
"I love you too Keni, we're so good together. Can't wait till next month when your brother and your folks get here, then we'll be together all the time. Still think we should just run off and go to Nevada. Surprise them all with it when they get here. Be my wife then honey, my wife, the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. Happened so damn fast, but I knew it was real the minute I saw you. You turned me upside down and inside out. I love fucking you, but I love just holding you close and being with you."
"Hmm, I know, it's like you're a part of me. Oh shit, Harley, I'm going to cum, Harley, honey!" She buried her face in his brother's neck and the way Harley was moving told him that his brother was filling her pussy with his own cum. They stood together a while before Harley moved away.
"Damn baby, maybe we should head west. I don't know if I can wait to have you in my bed on a full time basis."
"Harley, I told you..."
"I know I don't have to marry you to have you. I want to, I want to tell the whole fucking world you're my woman and that I love you. Think about it baby. We could take off on Friday, go to Vegas, get married and call everyone from there. We can tell everyone we're taking off on a camping trip for the weekend. Tell you the truth mom and dad, not to mention Dean and Kate might like it. It would be a lot quieter around these parts for a while. Think about it tonight, then call me tomorrow and tell me yes."
"Pretty sure of your self aren't you Harley?"
"Hmm, when it comes to my woman, you goddamn right I am. Sure I can't sleep in your bed, instead of making that long drive home?"
"Katie asked that we refrain from anymore late night sessions. She reminded me Dean has to get up early to start work."
"What if I promise to be a good boy and just sleep? I am feeling tired." He gave a fake stretch and a yawn. "Please baby, want to wake up and find you with me in the morning."
"Promise you're going to be good and just sleep? Because if you wake up Dean you can explain to him it was your entire fault."
Harley laughed. "I promise baby, but once I hear him up and about, I make no promises."
She shook her head in the moonlight and the observer knew that his plans for tonight were going to be shattered. Well, all he could do was wait and see what happened. This talk about marry the slut was new to him, but maybe it might work out in his favor. Making her sister in law his slut held a certain appeal. He had considered it with Kate, but Dean would have killed him without thinking. Harley might too, but at least he'd die happy. In the mean time, there were still the women in town who had yet to learn that despite the way things were, you didn't leave your shades up and you sure didn't play with yourself with the light on, not unless you wanted someone to see it.
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Harley turned off the shower and reached for the towel that Keni had left him after she had taken hers. He was feeling good this morning, better then he could remember in a long time. Of course, he hadn't had someone like her in his life before either. His sweet honey comb was just what he needed. A woman who was all he wanted in and out of bed. He loved her shy smile and blushes, and how she became a wildcat when they were alone. His wildcat, no one else's, and something he hadn't expected in his life either. Not with his rowdy, hard ass attitude, plenty of playmates, but no stability.
Maybe that was it, she offered him a chance at a future like the one he saw his brother and folks have. He was never going to make a good farmer, but he did have other talents. Maybe, after all this time, he was growing up. It was a scary thought, him an adult, and it had taken a kid to do it to him. But then, Keni was no kid. That was no kid he held in his arms as they had laid in bed talking last night. She was a full fledged woman and she loved him as much as he loved her.
