"Well, here goes."
Ryan Quinones opened his dad's truck door and stepped out on to the dusty gravel parking area belonging to April Riley's parent's. Old school living out here on the farm there were no concrete driveways even though there was a huge three car garage. Met by the Riley family dog Champ, a black Labrador Retriever that had seen his better days behind him, Ryan tried to make over the pooch. Ryan's brother Kyle following him felt strange being out here considering he had let April suck his dick one time out at the Licker Store, home of adult toys and videos. Their father Brock all dressed up compared to the boys wanted to at least establish that he was a good dad. For the most part! Even he was shameless when it came to April, they nearly doing it when Ryan was drunk and passed out. Fortunately he had second thoughts and only let her fondle him until guilt took over. She was rather grateful he had, now that she knew she was pregnant with his future grandbaby.
"Get down Champ." April and her mother Carol stepped out on to the back deck to greet the men, Carol yelling at the dog to behave. Reluctant the dog returned to the porch and simply howled at the visitors. Brock in his dirty moment mind chuckled over it sounding like Kramer and his buddies barking at Charlotte Gift earlier in his yard. Crazy morning, crazy afternoon, definitely crazier evening once it got there.
"You didn't get scared off." April smiled at Brock and Kyle, even though both men stared at her opened cleavage, wearing a burgundy V-neck top that dipped low into her 36C's. She knew all three of the Quinones boys were drooling, it made her flip her tongue at them before hugging Ryan.
Ryan should be feeling guilt over having sex with Monica Gift six hours prior, but for some reason he felt better. Now it was just getting past this family gathering. He did feel love for April even if she wasn't the most honest person in the world. She was just worried who her baby's daddy was after so much mischief. Ruling out the one guy she did like besides Ryan, she was now dead set on making this relationship work. Ryan was confirmed by the doctors as the daddy so that made her much more focused. Telling her parents of her pregnancy was not going over so well. Traditional family, the Riley's believed in marriage before sex and all that came with it. So much for that! April was a whore and smart enough not to let her parents know. Well, until now!
"Hi I'm Brock." He extended a hand toward Carol Riley, who shockingly seemed a bit flirty in her gaze if nothing else. He had a moment of flirt himself as he dared to look at Carol's own cleavage. While not as aggressive as her daughter, Carol did like a little intimate intrigue to make herself feel good. Her husband Jim was so no nonsense, she had spent all of her years as a faithful wife and mother. Now, with male callers around she couldn't resist the chance to see a reaction. Jim was still in the field but due any minute so she took advantage of what she could. Okay, so Carol might not have been as traditional as her husband.
"Good afternoon Brock... Carol Riley. It's nice to finally meet you." She stared for a brief second at the charmer before her then apologized with a sigh and glance to Kyle. "You must be Ryan's brother."
"Kyle. Hey Carol! Big farm!"
"120 acres! Come on inside." They already had, in Monica Gift! "My sister Greta made us some lemonade. She runs the diner down on the main road here in Anderson. She closed early to meet you all, I hope you don't mind. Our family is very close knit."
"Makes two of us." Brock winked at his boys, the three of them still recovering from ganging up on Monica. Life was certainly out there with these boys.
"Greta single? Dad's looking." Kyle laughed and jumped out of reach of any recoil.
"Oh really?" Carol smirked, "That has possibilities. She's been divorced for five years. Her daughter Hillary is here too. She goes to Florida State for cinematography."
"Whoa!" Kyle put up his hands, "I go to Florida State. Law enforcement!"
"It's such a small world, isn't it?" Carol seemed shocked as they headed into the house. Just inside stood Greta Morgan and her daughter Hillary. Hillary was caught between petite and medium build but shapely as all get out with strawberry blonde hair and hints of freckles. Hardly overpowering which to some men might prove a turn off. Kyle had to pucker at the girl who blushed. Monster tits on a smaller body made her stand out. Greta was built too but being Carol's older sister, she was showing her age more. Still quite attractive but not as cute as Carol. "Greta? Hillary? This is Brock and Kyle. Greta has met Ryan so, Hillary, Ryan."
"Hey Hillary." The three spoke at once. Brock shaking hands with Greta she shot a glance at her sister Carol before hiding a fanning set of fingers. "Need me to blow on you?" Brock chuckled. "Just kidding!"
"I'm so sorry. You weren't meant to see me be so forward."
"So not offended." He chuckled.
"Hillary?" Carol went for damage control, "Kyle here goes to Florida State also. Law enforcement."
"That's cool. I think maybe I've seen you on campus. Do you ride a motorcycle?"
"Sure do. Crotch rocket!" That made her beam. Her crotch needed a rocket. Yes Hillary was just as needy as her cousin April. "So you're in the film making side of the school."
"Yep! Future cinematographer." Her hands in the back pockets of her tight jeans, her chest was unobstructed and begging to be looked at. Sadly, even Ryan was looking now, April rolling her eyes and tilting his chin to face her out of ironic jealousy. A kiss ensued! One that Hillary grinned at, they made a cute couple.
"Need an actor for any homework?" Kyle chuckled. Greta eying her daughter with a wince noting an immediate chemistry.
"Maybe! I do have a home movie to make by next week. I'm just not sure what I want the movie to be yet." PORNO! All three Quinones boys thought as one. Brock especially loved his private collection.
"I'll give you my number. Call me Monday and we can work out some kind of script together."
"You would do that for me?"
"Sure! I don't do much after classes outside of self defense Thursdays at the gym."
"My how well they get along." Carol told Greta and Brock. "Matchmaking, are we?" At least Carol was trying, she was more openminded that her husband. Of course, she didn't let Jim see that often. "Would you like some lemonade Brock?"
"Sounds great!"
"Greta? Let's kidnap Brock and let the kid's chat. We can get acquainted before Jim comes in and makes the room stuffy. Brock? I'll have to warn you." She led him into the kitchen, Greta behind him fanning herself again. Brock had a nice, rugged charm to his persona. "Jim can be outspoken and sometimes rude. Please try and understand our point of view concerning April and Ryan. We're rather old-fashioned. Jim comes from a Mennonite community, but he got out in his early 20's. We lead a normal life, but his head is, shall we say clouded at times."
"I'll keep my opinions to myself. While I have to say this pregnancy, thing was a shock for me too, I do genuinely like April. If she can make my boy happy, vice versa, who are we to deny love."
"Precisely! Jim is just afraid Ryan will leave April hanging. She's had a rough, few experiences with boys it appears. Not even Jim knows what I do, girl talk recently. I'm aware of April's doubts and uncertainty as to who the father was up until this week. Ryan seems like a lovely young man. I myself will give them a chance to grow, containing my husband however will take time."
"So, Brock?" Greta opened up, "You're not married?"
"Was! Well, is... she died when the boys were young. It's just been us guys since Maggie passed. Still technically married I just don't wear the ring anymore. I put it in with her ashes. Yeah, still have those at home over the fireplace. I hope that's not too morbid."
"Of course not! It's charming that you keep her close." Greta smiled.
"I agree. Our father passed two years ago, and Greta here has his ashes at home too. Mom died when we were young as well, so we can relate to being raised by a single father. Your boys look very respectful, it just proves how good of a father you are."
"Thanks! I rarely hear that. Yeah, they are good boys."
"Champ's barking again. Jim must be home. Greta? Keep Brock here company while I step out and make sure Jim doesn't make any scene. Bear with us Brock, it will be fine." She pats him on the arm in passing but dares to hold her breath after touching his biceps. It had been a while since ever touching another man. Now she was fanning herself in stepping out.
In the living room, Carol found April and Ryan on the couch making out. Kyle and Hillary were chatting on the loveseat but even they had a sexual tension building. Carol had to clap her hands loudly. "Behave all! Let's not make this harder than it has to be. Girls? No hip to hip please. At least until Jim goes to clean up." April left Ryan's lap and moved to the cushion leaving a three-foot gap between them. Hillary pouted and moved to a recliner entirely. The boys sat up straight and awaited the man of the house.
Stepping outside Carol ventured to meet Jim halfway. After being in a combine for hours he looked tired and grouchy, covered in dust he was not a pretty sight. "You're late. The Quinones family is already here. I warned them you were just coming in from work."
"My house, I could care less what they think of me. You know this won't last Wife."
"Give April a chance. Accidents do happen."
