Jordan slowly pulled the long thick dildo out of her. Her breath slowly returned to its average pace. Jordan loved these few moments of privacy she had on Sundays. She felt the oozing lubricant escaping her. The dildo had a few remnants of its contents on the tip.
Jordan loved the feeling of it shooting deep inside her. It almost felt real. Almost. "Damn," she said as she heard the familiar sound of her father's truck pulling up. She quickly wrapped her toy into her towel. As she got up from the bed, she could feel the lubricant rolling down her leg. "Damn it!" she shouted. As usual, she had used too much. Jordan quickly grabbed a pair of jeans and pulled them up. She would have to take them to the cleaners later. Jordan's mum had got in her head that she had to do Jordan's laundry. Jordan didn't want to try and explain the mess inside the jeans. She threw on a shirt and made a dash for the bathroom, towel in hand.
"Jordan?" her mum called from downstairs.
"Going in the shower!" Jordan yelled back. Jordan closed the door and locked it. She stood there panting. "I really need to get my own place," she said as she walked toward the shower.
The hot water soothed her muscles as she washed clean. She had grown her hair out since she had moved back home. She liked it this way. In the city, it was good to keep it short. The dirt of the streets and emissions from the cars made her smell horrible, even worse it made it look gray. Out here the sun and the country air did her hair right.
When she finally came out of the bathroom. She slid into her jeans and picked up a bra. "God fucking dammit!" she yelled.
"Jordan Matthews!" her mum yelled at her from down the stairs.
"Sorry," Jordan replied. She threw on another bra that barely fit. Then rocketed down the stairs. "When does this curse end?" Jordan said as she put the broken bra in the trash.
Her mum stifled a laugh. "Well, your grandmother was still growing when your sister was born. There was a time we thought we might have to put them in a wheelbarrow in front of her."
"Not funny, and definitely not helping," Jordan said as she sat down.
"What's wrong with her?" her father said as he came inside.
"Family curse bit her again," Marge said as she fixed them both a plate for lunch.
"I think we still have the wheelbarrow," her father smiled.
"Ha, ha," Jordan said as she looked at them both. Secretly she loved these moments. The three of them laughing it up.
"Hopefully you find someone that likes them large," her mother smiled as she kissed her father's head. "I did, and so did your sister."
"Well, Sherry is large all around," Jordan replied as she ate.
"So were you," her father instantly responded. "We thought you were going to be bigger than your mother."
Jordan shot him a glance. It was right if it wasn't for her radical change a few years back. She would have probably been more significant than her sister.
Jordan nodded. "Going to go to the bar later," she smiled.
"How is it coming?" her father asked.
"Good," Jordan nodded. "Just the interior and some of the decorating to be finished and we should be ready to open."
"That's good," her mum smiled. "People have been talking, they can't wait for something new."
"Other than my relationship?" Jordan said peering over at her mother. For the past four weeks, it seemed everyone in town had something to say about Jordan's relationship with Brandon. Even though most had accepted him within their community. The thought that they were together was something no one could get used to.
"Well," her mother said looking over at her husband.
"Never mind," Jordan said shaking her head. "I will see you two later."
Jordan walked out into the crisp but hot air. She had to run to Leanne's first, then head to the bar. No doubt the others were already there.
"Not again," Leanne shook her head as Jordan walked again.
"Yup," Jordan said looking at her friend with pure aggravation.
"My mother warned me about your family, the day I took over this place," Leanne said. "She used to say your grandmother was in here nearly every month."
"Yeah," Jordan replied as she sat down at the counter. This place had become a second home. She even knew how to run the till. One of the customers came by as Leanne was at the computer ordering for Jordan. Jordan rang the lady up as well as the other two customers.
"I should hire you," Leanne said. "Might be easier to order for you, also might be able to help pay for those things," Leanne said pointing at Jordan's chest.
Leanne had been hinting the prospect of the two of them working together. Jordan had turned her down the past few times. Today she was starting to think it over. "I do want to get a place of my own," Jordan said.
"Tell you what," Leanne said as she spun Jordan's chair around. "Give me four hours a day on the weekends. If you like it, then we will talk more if you don't. No harm, no foul."
"Deal," Jordan said as they shook hands. At that moment Brandon walked in.
"Hi," he said as he looked at Jordan.
"Hi," Jordan replied. Immediately most of the remaining customers began to look in their direction.
"Oh, give it a break," Leanne shouted loud enough for everyone in the store to hear. "You two can talk in the backroom if you want. Away from all these prying eyes."
Jordan smiled and motioned for Brandon to follow. "She doesn't have a filter does she?" Brandon asked as they got in the backroom.
"Leanne?" Jordan replied. "As my mum puts it, she wouldn't know when to be polite even if she was in church."
"It's been a while," Brandon said. Jordan stepped closer to him.
"Too long," She said as she kissed him. The two of them had been trying to see each other when they could. It seemed every chance they got someone, or something got in the way.
"What brings you in?" Brandon asked.
"The usual," Jordan smiled as she looked down at her chest. "You sure you want to be with someone that might need a wheelbarrow to carry her boobs around?"
"Only if I can help push the wheelbarrow," Brandon smiled.
"I am being serious," Jordan replied pushing Brandon away. "It's a family curse, and I think I made it worse."
"First," Brandon said pulling her back to him by her waist. He wrapped his arms around her. "There are no such things as curses, and second there is no way I am leaving because of some family genetics."
Jordan smiled as she leaned her head back against his chest. "First," she said as she turned around and looked up at him. "You're wrong, there is a family curse," she said as she tiptoed again to kiss him.
"Second?" he asked.
"The moment I can get you alone," she looked back at the door that leads to the store floor. "Really alone, you are in trouble."
"I might like that," Brandon said as he followed her out.
"You guys didn't make a mess back there did you?" Leanne asked as they came out.
Everybody turned around. "No mom," Jordan sarcastically replied. She looked around at everyone. "Do you guys want us to take a picture?"
"Here you go, Brandon, tell Ethan I said hi," Leanne said as she pushed a large brown paper bag across the counter.
Brandon nodded and waved at everyone then exited.
"Ethan huh?" Jordan asked.
"No," Leanne replied. "He is... well yes. If I wasn't married to Thomas, phew."
Jordan shook her head. "See you Saturday."
The bar was almost finished. Jordan and the other women that had helped with the project, stood together as they looked around. The dance floor was practically finished, the DJ booth was finished. The bar was stocked and ready for opening.
"Well ladies," Ethan smiled. "One more week and it will be all yours."
The ladies looked around. The place was a lot better than they had ever imagined. The wall decorations were nearly finished. "What about the first night?" Sherry asked. They had many plans for the grand opening.
"I still think we should go with Claudia's idea," Mary added.
To which the others nodded. Claudia's daughter was a member of a small dance group. They had done small events such as parties. Claudia thought it would be a good idea for the group to reach a wider audience, and on the other side, it would be cheap.
Most of their money had gone into the decorations as well as the new bar stools, chairs and benches, and booths.
"Do they have any videos of themselves?" Ethan asked.
"Of course they do," Claudia said shaking her head. "They are glued to their phones like the rest of the people their age."
Claudia took out her phone, a few moments later she showed them a video of the five girls dancing to a song. "They will have to wear more than that if they want to be in here," Sherry said looking at the skimpy outfits the women were wearing.
"Definitely," Mary agreed.
"I don't know," Jordan said. "Might keep some of the men glued to their seats," she smiled as she looked over at Ethan. "What do you think Ethan?"
"Huh?" he said as he looked at the women standing in front of him.
"See," Jordan smiled. "Some of the other women might like it to, especially when they get their husband's home."
"I don't know," Claudia said looking down at the screen. "He might be with me, but his mind will definitely be somewhere else."
"Who cares," Sherry said. "We just need them to be up, and if that gets the job done, then they can wear whatever they want."
"Sherry!" Mary laughed.
"I wasn't the only one thinking it," Sherry laughed. "Right Ethan?"
"What?" Ethan said as he tilted his head to one side as he watched the women dance seductively around a few chairs.
"They are in," Jordan nodded.
"Here you go," Claudia said as she handed her phone over to Ethan. "If you keep scrolling down, they have other videos. Just let Cynthia know to thank me later."
"Okay," Ethan said as he took the phone.
Jordan packed up a few of the old bar stools from the bar into the back of the truck. The local church was going to sell them at their next auction. She locked up the bar. They still didn't have a name for it yet.
