My Rednec Lover

CHAPTER ONE

I felt vibrant and alive that morning as I stared at myself in the mirror and applied the last touch of makeup, excited about my first day of work at my first job ever. It had already been three weeks since high school graduation, and, unlike my friends who were planning for college, I had decided to take the leap into the corporate world and work for my father's company, starting from the ground and working my way up.

I bounced down the stairs, stopping at the landing to check my reflection in the mirror once more before continuing down. But when my feet hit the floor, I heard a commotion coming from the kitchen­--Mom and Dad were arguing.

"Thomas, they're a family of rednecks, for Christ's sake. What were you thinking when you invited them here? Just think about what this will do to our reputation in the community!"

"Helen, they're family. He's my brother, for crying out loud. They've lost their home and almost everything they own. And besides, they'll only be here for a couple of weeks at the most."

I walked in finding Dad with his arms crossed over his chest and his face beet-red, giving Mom the evil eye. Mom was sitting at the kitchen table, her hair disheveled, her face buried in her hands.

"What's going on?" I asked?

Mother's head snapped up, fire in her eyes as she stared at me. "I'll tell you what's going on. Your redneck uncle is coming to stay with us, along with his redneck wife, their slutty pregnant daughter, and those misbehaved twins. And you're father's okay with that!" She stared at Dad with a look that could kill and then slammed her fist down on the table, before abruptly standing and storming out of the kitchen.

I stared at Dad, wondering if I had heard Mom correctly. "Betty Sue's--pregnant?"

Dad exhaled a breath and nodded. "Yeah, I'm afraid so, honey."

Betty Sue and I were the same age and hadn't seen each other since we were twelve, six years ago. For some reason, the news that she was pregnant excited me.

"Brea, am I wrong to help my brother and his family in a time of need? He's my brother, for Christ's sake. What else am I supposed to do?"

"It's okay, Dad. You're doing the right thing. You know how Mom is. She'll calm down later. So, when are they coming over?"

"I got the call from your uncle Bob earlier and he explained what had happened. He said their original plan had been to stay with his wife's mother, but she'd changed her mind at the last minute. That's when he asked if they could stay here for a while. They've been on the road three days already and should be here by afternoon."

"This...this afternoon?"

Dad nodded. Now I understood why Mom had been so upset. She especially hates surprises. But I was anxious to see my uncle and cousins again and couldn't have been happier. It was too bad I had to start work today and couldn't be here when they arrived.

"Um," Dad cleared his throat, "Brea, listen, I know how excited you are for your first day on the job and everything. But your mother's not handling this news about your uncle well. Do you think I could talk you into postponing your first day on the job until we get your uncle and his family settled somewhere?"

I couldn't have been happier with Dad's suggestion. "Of course, Dad, I'll take care of everything."

CHAPTER TWO

I was pretty sure Dad had left for work without even telling Mom goodbye. As I sat at the kitchen table enjoying my morning cup of coffee and thinking things over, Mom returned, looking as frustrated as she had been.

"Oh, Brea, I don't like this. Not one bit. What was your father thinking? I'm simply not prepared to host those rednecks in our house. And besides, just where are they going to sleep? You know I'm in the middle of redecorating the spare bedrooms and all of the furniture is in storage." Mom exhaled loudly and shook her head. "I can't handle this. I just can't."

"Relax, Mom. You worry too much. I'll take care of everything."

"I've got a busy day today, Brea. And I can't just drop everything to play housemaid. I'm sorry, but I won't be able to be here when they arrive."

"It's fine, Mom. Go about your day and let me handle it. Everything will work out fine."

Mom stared at me for a moment before letting out a sigh of frustration and shaking her head. I heard her footsteps going up the stairs as she mumbled to herself. Ten minutes later, I heard her car drive out of the garage.

After a bowl of cereal and milk for breakfast, I went upstairs and pulled of my business attire. My bed looked inviting, so I thought I'd lay back for a moment and close my eyes, not intending on falling asleep. But fall asleep I did, and when I woke up, it was past noon. And only then did the realization of what Mom was stressed over hit me--where was my uncle and his family going to sleep? I had assured Mom and Dad I'd handle everything, but instead, I'd slept the day away and did nothing.

I dressed quickly and then grabbed my iPad and headed to the front porch. My idea was to find a furniture rental place that could deliver bedroom furniture today. As I sat on the porch swing scrolling through different businesses, I heard a commotion of honking horns and shouting up the street and looked in that direction.

"Why don't you watch where you're going, asshole!"

"Why don't you get that piece of crap off the street!"

I recognized the black Mercedees as Mr. Walker's, but the other vehicle was an old motorhome that I didn't recognize, and it looked totally out of place here in this neighborhood. After another exchange of blaring horns and shouting, Mr. Walker proceeded to drive past the motorhome, but not without the driver sticking his middle finger out the window and telling Mr. Walker what to go do with himself.

The old motorhome continued slowly down our street, its engine loud and straining, plumes of smoke coming from its exhaust. The commotion had caught the attention of several of our neighbors who stood on their porches and watched the strange spectacle in awe. I thought surely that the driver was lost and on the wrong side of town and knew the police would probably be here at any moment. But, to my surprise, when the old motorhome approached our house, it turned into our drive.

"Oh no--"

I watched in awe as the old beast struggled up our drive. It looked like it had been pieced together from salvaged parts of different colors, and there was a large dent on the hood. Blue smoke billowed from the exhaust as the old beast crept forward. And without warning, the thing emitted a thunderous boom that sounded like a cannon, and a large flame shot out of the exhaust.

The driver's side door opened, and Uncle Bob came out, a sad look on his face as he rounded the front of the old motorhome and stared at it. Dressed in cutoff striped shorts and a tank top, he looked exactly as I remembered him. He opened the hood and stared at the engine briefly before looking up at his wife in the passenger seat.

"Brittney Kay, I'm afraid she's done threw a rod."

Brittney Kay emerged from the motorhome wearing tight cutoff jean shorts and a tube top. She lit a cigarette as she approached Uncle Bob, and the two stared at the engine with a mournful look on their faces.

The side door flew open and the twin boys leaped out, two large dogs on their heels. I couldn't believe how much they'd grown since I'd last seen them. There was a large age-gap between them and their sister, but I suppose that happens sometimes. The boys made a beeline next door to Mr. Johnsons, dropped their pants in front of the old oak tree, and peed on it like it was the most normal thing in the world. The dogs squatted in the middle of Mr. Johnson's flower garden and pooped like they hadn't pooped in three days.

Just when I thought things couldn't get crazier around here, out of the motorhome came Betty Sue, and I gasped when I saw her. Although I had realized she was pregnant, I didn't know she was...that pregnant. The hem of her blouse rode above her big belly as she struggled to step out, and it looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon. At that moment, I realized things were about to get wild around here.

CHAPTER THREE

Betty Sue stared at me as I approached with that devious grin on her face that I remembered well. She had cut her hair short and dyed it midnight-black, and had a piercing on her eyebrow and another on her bottom lip. Her low-cut blouse revealed big, swollen breasts the size of cantaloupes. She wore black lipstick and mascara, and her smile suggested dark secrets and naughty thoughts. But even though, she was still a beautiful girl.

"Hello, Brea."

"Betty Sue...wow...I'm speechless. I don't know what to say."

She giggled. "Well, I guess there's not much to say, is there? Do I get a hug?"

"Of course. Come here."

Betty Sue's body pressing into mine bought back memories of our adolescent times together and secrets that only we shared. And even though she was in the late stage of her pregnancy, hugging her close like this excited me in a sensual way.

Our hug was soon interrupted when Uncle Bob suddenly realized my presence and called out to me.

"Lollipop!" He catcalled me while looking me up and down. "Look at you, all grown up and beautiful. You even put on a nice set of tits. Come here and give your old Uncle Bob a hug."

Uncle Bob wrapped his arms around me and picked me up, swung me around twice before setting me down, and then surprised me with a sloppy kiss on the lips.

His wife, Brittney Kay saw what he'd done and was quick to yell at him. "JimBob Davenport! You cut that out! She's far too old for you to be kissing on the mouth like that!"

"What? Too old? Nonsense. Beautiful nieces are never too old."

And then he kissed me again. But it only lasted for a couple of seconds, and then came the slap that knocked Uncle Bob away from me and sent him stumbling sideways and holding his ear.

"Dang woman," he said as he stared at his wife in disbelief, "what you do that for? You almost took my ear off."

"I warned you, Jimbob. You can't be kissing on her like that. She ain't no kid anymore." Brittney Kay turned her attention to me. "I'm sorry, honey. Your Uncle Bob gets carried away with excitement, and I have to set him straight every now and then. He's just happy to see you is all."

I would have believed that if he hadn't slipped his tongue in my mouth when he kissed me the second time. Lucky for him his wife hadn't seen it.

"It's fine, Brittney Kay." I stared at Uncle Bob, who was still groaning and holding his ear. "It looks like he learned his lesson. Anyways, how are you?"

"Well...," Brittney Kay looked at the old motor home and slowly shook her head, and then stared at Betty Sue, "I'm afraid things are not going so well for us, as you can see."

Uncle Bob stepped over to Betty Sue and put his arm around her. "This girl's done gone and got herself knocked up good. What do you think about that, Lollipop?"

I giggled. "I must admit I was surprised when I first saw her."

"Dang girl won't even tell us who the daddy is."

"You'll find out soon enough," Betty Sue said.

"You dang right I will, and when I do, I'm gonna make that sack of shit pay child support." Uncle Bob stared at me with a grin of satisfaction, and then looked over the old motorhome from one end to the other. "Poor old Nelly. She carried us cross country for three days, and she done took her last breath right here in front of your house."

"At least you didn't break down on the road. Mother is in the middle of redecorating the spare bedrooms so I worried about the sleeping arrangements when I heard you guys were coming. At least now you'll have a place to sleep for a few nights while I try to rent some bedroom furniture."

"Aw, nonsense. You don't need to worry about us. That was the whole idea of the motorhome in the first place. We didn't want to put you out. We'll be just dandy sleeping right here in old Nelly. Heck, you won't even know we're here."

And just as that comment rolled off his tongue, I heard a commotion across the street and saw the two dogs chasing Mrs. Thomas' cat. Mrs. Thomas had come out the house with her broom and was chasing after them and yelling. Uncle Bob saw it and immediately blew out an ear-piercing whistle at the dogs.

"Dipshit! T-Boy! Get yer tails over here!"

The dogs obeyed and came trotting back, and Mrs. Thomas started walking back to her door, looking in our direction every now and then and swearing under her breath. The twins must have heard Uncle Bob whistle and came running back from wherever they'd been. One of them carried a shovel that I assumed they'd stolen from someone's yard. And then the thought crossed my mind of how uncomfortable it must be for Betty Sue to be sleeping in that old motorhome in her condition.

"Betty Sue, would you like to stay in my room? It's big enough for both of us, and we'll be able to catch up on old times."

Her face lit up. "Thanks, Brea. That's sweet of you. I'll get my bag."

Uncle Bob said, "Well, might as well get old Nelly set up for camping. And guess what, Lollipop."

"What?"

"We even brought our own grill. Burgers and hotdogs on the menu tonight for all of us. Yessiree, we gonna have us a good 'ol time."

"That sounds great, Uncle Bob. I'll get Betty Sue settled upstairs and we'll be back down later."

I knew Uncle Bob meant well but realized that the neighbors would probably throw a fit before long. As I carried Betty Sue's bags to the house, I sensed that their stay here would be one wild ride for all of us, especially Mother.

CHAPTER FOUR

I walked into my room and laid Betty Sue's bag on a chair, and she came wobbling along shortly after.

"Thanks again, Brea, for letting me stay up here. I was really getting tired of sleeping in that cramped up motorhome. Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"Sure. Make yourself at home."

Betty Sue unzipped her bag and grabbed some things before heading into the bathroom. But as soon as she shut the door her bag fell to the floor spilling some of its contents, and I could hardly believe what fell out. I stepped up to where the bag fell, and for a moment I just stared at it. My first thought was wondering why would a girl in her third trimester have this?

Finally, I reached down and picked the thing up, the size of it making my skin crawl with goosebumps. How could anyone fit this inside of them? I noticed the power switch and couldn't resist turning it on, and when I did, the thing almost vibrated out of my hand. Good god. I quickly turned it off, stuck it inside her bag, and picked up the rest of the spilled contents.

Betty Sue came out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later--totally naked. Her nipples were dark and as big around as my thumb, and her bush was so hairy it looked like a seventy's afro hairstyle. And when I looked at her naked pregnant belly, I realized she was even farther along than I had originally thought.

As Betty Sue dug through her bag, I asked, "So, Betty Sue, when is the baby due?"

She looked up at me and smiled. "He should be here in two weeks."

"Two...two weeks?"

"Um-hum."

That would mean the baby would be born while she was staying with us. Holy shit, Mother would go ballistic when she found out.

Betty Sue pulled something from her bag that I hadn't seen when the contents spilled.

"Why are you carrying around a breast pump in your bag?" I asked.

She giggled as she held it up and looked at me, a naughty smile on her face. She looked at the breast pump in her hand for a moment and then tossed it aside. "Do you really want to know the answer to that question, Brea?"

At first, I didn't understand, so I didn't say anything and only stared. And then that naughty smile that I remembered well slowly materialized on her face.

"Well," she said as she grabbed her left breast and started kneading it, "how about if I show you why."

And then, I saw the drop of liquid form on her nipple, and I suddenly realized the answer to my own question. The breast pump, her pregnancy, memories of our adolescent times together playing mommy and baby, her never ending fascination about this--yeah, it all made sense now. My skin crawled with goosebumps as I sat on the bedside and stared at her as she slowly stepped in my direction.

"Brea, you dirty little slut, you want this, don't you?"

I watched a droplet of milk fall from her nipple and onto the floor. I looked into her eyes and nodded. She stood next to me and squeezed her breast, and a stream of warm liquid sprayed onto my face.

She rubbed her nipple across my lips. "Open your mouth, you little bitch."

I opened wide and closed my eyes, felt a stream of warm milk tickle the back of my throat, and swallowed. And when I did, the most powerful sensation that I'd ever felt overtook me and sent me into another world. I don't remember pulling my clothes off, but the next thing I realized was that I was naked, suckling on Betty Sue's tit like my life depended on it and swallowing mouthfuls of her milk while my fingers toyed with her other nipple. She sat on my lap, her pregnant belly pressing into my stomach, grinding her hairy pussy into me and moaning like a wildebeest.

"Ah, you filthy little slut, you're going to make me cum. Suck harder...harder, you little bitch! Ah yeah, just like that."

I suckled as hard as I could while I milked her other nipple with my fingers, pinching, tugging, and rolling it roughly between my thumb and finger. I felt warm liquid spray onto my chest and run down my arm.

"Oh fuck, I'm cuming...cuming!"

She pounded that hairy pussy so furiously into me that the pillows fell off the bed. And then came the scream, followed by an eruption of milk of such volume that I almost choked. And I was pretty sure she peed on me.

She finally rolled off me and collapsed on the bed while trying to catch her breath.

"Oh, Brea, oh god, that was amazing."

I was a wet mess, and so was the bed. I went to the bathroom, got a towel and dried myself, and then cleaned up the bed and floor as best as I could. Betty Sue was still laying there panting, a big smile on her face. I hurried and put on my clothes, unsure of how I felt about what we'd done. But there was one thing I was curious about.

"Betty Sue, why are you already producing milk?"

She giggled, then turned her head sideways and pointed to the chair. "You see that breast pump over there? Well, our neighbor gave it to me when I first got pregnant. So, I started messing with it and decided the suction felt good," she giggled, "You should try masturbating while that thing's sucking your nipples. Anyway, I used it every chance I got. I'm surprised the thing's not wore out yet. But about two months ago, there came the milk. Now I have to pump, or my tits get too full. But I see that I won't be needing it while I'm here."

I guess that made sense, but now I was curious about something else. "So, what have you been doing with all the milk you pump?"

She covered her face with her hand and giggled. "Do you really want to know?"

"Yeah."

"Well, I've been pouring it in the milk jug at home. No one ever seems to question why the milk never runs out."

I gasped, and covered my mouth with my hand for a moment. "Oh god, I can't believe you did that! That's terrible."

"At least it's not going to waste. Plus, I get turned on watching them drink it."

I slowly shook my head in awe, realizing that our little adventure just now was only the beginning things to come.

CHAPTER FIVE

Betty Sue and I were sitting in my room, catching up on old times when I asked her, "So, who's the baby daddy?"

"Well, Brea, I'm not gonna say right now because he doesn't even know he'd the Daddy yet. It's a complicated situation, but you'll find out soon enough, I'm sure, and he will too."