Eva was curled into a tight ball in the backseat with her eyes squeezed shut, her pussy clinching despite her best efforts to force her body under control. How could she have cum with her brother fucking her?
But she had.
As soon as he'd asked her to cum for him the strongest orgasm she had ever experienced washed over and through her. Moaning in pleasure, she'd rocked against him, her pussy gripping and milking him of every drop of his spunk.
Redneck had long been gone so she couldn't even blame him.
Afterward, she 'd crumbled to the ground weak and trembling. She'd heard the sound of Jeff's zipper and panicked thinking he was going to take her again but quickly realized he was fastening his jeans.
He'd bent down on one knee and when their gazes met, he looked shocked and confused. Her mother had left the family when Eva was five and as far back as she could remember she'd taken care of Jeff, but there was no way she could've have comforted him in that moment.
Eva's breathing became hectic, erratic. The sound swelled in her ears like the waves of an ocean. What she would give to be back at the beach with Devon!
When were they going to get home?
Eva must have blacked out or dozed off but she knew the moment they entered their neighborhood. It wasn't the best area in town but she'd always felt safe. Her daddy was the best a girl could ask for.
Eva felt the car slow and turn left into the driveway. Jeff cut the engine but neither of them moved to exit the vehicle.
She heard a shuffling sound and then Jeff said, "Sissy—?"
The sound of Jeff's voice made her skin crawl. In one swift movement Eva leaped up, opened the door, and jumped out. She took off running for the house with Jeff's calls dogging her.
Eva snatched her keys from her purse as she ran. She had to jab at the small keyhole several times before the key finally slipped inside. Unlocking the door, she hurried inside and headed straight for the stairs. She wanted to get beneath a hot shower and wash this whole day away.
Daddy emerged from the office, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. He usually spent his evenings in the den watching movies.
"Hey, honey. You and Jeff made good time. I wasn't expecting you for another hour."
"Hi, daddy." She didn't kiss him as she normally did, afraid she reeked of cum and cream. Her father's left eyebrow rose and he seemed disappointed as she eased toward the stairs.
The door opened and Jeff bolted inside. His eyes were wild and desperate and when their gazes met she flushed with humiliation.
"I'm going to take a shower, daddy," Eva said into the awkward silence. "I'll be down in a bit."
Eva almost ran up the steps. She could hear Jeff and daddy talking but couldn't make out what they were saying until daddy laughed. "You two at it again, huh? She likes to ride you hard but that's just because she loves you."
Eva almost tripped up the steps. What did he mean by that?
Dinner was probably going to be awkward, Eva admitted to herself. A scalding shower had left her skin raw but still burning with shame. She didn't want to be in the same room with Jeff, let alone across from him at their small kitchen table.
Neither of the men was around as she slipped downstairs and into the kitchen. Given the late hour, Eva decided to cook pepper steak with rice and salad. Her father had insisted she take home economics in middle school and once she'd learned how to cook, he'd told her it was her responsibility to cook and serve the men.
She hadn't argued and had actually come to enjoy cooking. She also washed their clothes and generally took care of the house. When Jeff had turned twelve he'd told her he could clean his own room but daddy was always pleased when he came home to a clean house and bedroom.
The aroma must have drawn the two men because they came in together. Daddy looked happy and relaxed while Jeff appeared agitated. He didn't look at her as he claimed his usual chair.
Eva prepared daddy's plate, and then her own.
As she started to sit down, daddy frowned at her. "Aren't you going to fix your brother's plate?"
"I can do—"
"He's old enough—"
She and Jeff spoke at the same time and both broke off at their father's frown. Sighing, Eva handed Jeff her plate and then filled a third plate with less food than she normally did. Suddenly her stomach was beginning to churn.
"What's going on between you two?" daddy demanded.
Eva jumped at his booming voice. "Nothing daddy. It was a long drive and I'm pretty tired. Is it okay if I eat in my room?"
"We're family, Eva. We eat together."
"Sorry, daddy," she murmured.
Apparently satisfied by her apology, daddy relaxed and smiled. He pretty much carried the conversation as she tried to eat and Jeff stuffed his mouth. Swallowing his glass of water in three quick gulps he jumped up and said, "That was good, Sissy. I'm going to head up, dad. Stretch out a bit after that long drive."
"Sure, son. I'll see you in the morning."
Jeff was gone before daddy could complete his statement.
Eva picked up Jeff's plate and carried both to the sink. Returning to the table, she sat down and waited for her father to finish his meal. He didn't like her to clean the kitchen while he was eating.
"I've asked you once what's going on between you and Jeff, and I won't ask again. I do, however, expect you to make things right."
"Why me?" she demanded, and in the process inadvertently admitted that something was going on.
"You're the oldest Eva. It's your responsibility."
Even shook her head. "I disagree."
"You do not disagree with your father. You do what your father tells you to do. I want you to clean the kitchen, and then I want you to talk to your brother."
Eva released a shaky breath. She had never defied her father before, but he didn't know what he was asking her to do.
"Do you understand me, Eva?"
"Yes, daddy."
Eva stared at the table as daddy took a long time finishing his food and then eating a piece of the apple pie she'd baked before she and Jeff left Friday morning. When daddy finally stood, her stomach began to churn again.
He kissed her on the cheek and said, "Dinner was delicious as always. Thanks."
He left and Eva pushed herself to her feet. As she debated defying her father, she cleaned the entire kitchen, including sweeping and mopping the floor. The latter wasn't a delaying tactic. Daddy required it.
As Eva put the mop and bucket away, she began to fume. She wasn't a kid anymore. She was twenty-one years old. In another year she would graduate from college, get a job, and move into her own apartment. She was grown enough to make her own decisions, and she wasn't going to talk to Jeff. Not tonight. Not ever.
Turning off the light, Eva trudged down the hallway toward the stairs. She could hear the TV in the den. Daddy would probably doze off as he normally did, so he'd never know.
Eva took the stairs two at a time and was rounding the corner when she saw daddy come out of his bedroom.
No! she lamented silently. Why wasn't he downstairs watching a movie?
He tipped his head toward Jeff's door and Eva reluctantly crossed the hallway. She knocked on the door, and then glanced over to see if daddy had gone back in his room.
Of course he hadn't.
"Jeff, could you open the door, please. I'd like to talk to you."
He didn't respond and daddy shrugged his shoulder. "He's probably asleep. Try again tomorrow, okay?"
"Okay, daddy."
Eva turned toward her bedroom, relieved that she'd gotten out of that tricky spot. Tomorrow she would tell daddy she'd talked to Jeff and everything was okay.
He'd never know.
Eva woke early the next morning and decided to go for a brisk walk before heading over to the campus. She'd wanted to live on campus but daddy couldn't afford it as a construction foreman, and he hadn't wanted her to work because he thought her grades would suffer.
As she rounded the corner toward the house, she noticed that Jeff's car was gone. Daddy had bought him a used car for his graduation gift. He'd had the diamond from her mother's engagement ring put on a gold necklace for her gift.
She would've preferred a car.
Eva jogged up the porch steps and unlocked the door with her key. As usual, she headed toward the kitchen. A glass of ice water was sitting on the counter and a pool of condensation had settled around it. A damp note lay beside it. Don't forget to talk to Jeff. Enjoy!
Leaving the note and skipping the bribe, Eva headed upstairs to her room. She knew how important family was to her father, but she wasn't backing down again.
Eva grabbed her towel and headed for the bathroom. She only had about an hour before her first class of the day, and she didn't want to be late.
They all shared the one full bath and usually she knocked but since daddy and Jeff were gone, she strolled in without a second thought.
The bathroom was still foggy so Jeff must've just left—"
"Hey, who opened the door? It's cold!"
Jeff pushed the curtain aside as Eva spun to her right. Her gaze shot to his, and then dropped to his feet before shooting back to his crotch. Even as she watched, his body swelled and hardened.
Shaking her head, Eva forced her eyes to the floor and started backing out of the bathroom. "Sorry, Jeff. I thought you and daddy...were gone."
