Carol had worked the last week getting the basement room ready for her brother-in-law, Shaun. Her husband, Stacy, had taken off work to go pick him up and bring him back to stay with them until the State knew what they were going to do with him. Carol didn't much like the idea of him being with them but she could understand why her husband felt he had to do what he did.
Stacy and Shaun's parents had been killed in an automobile accident when Shaun was sixteen and Stacy was twenty one. It was left up to Stacy to be the parent for him and help him through school while he was trying to finish college at the same time. Luckily his parents left insurance money and the place was paid off.
Shaun never got over their death. Before he had been an excellent student and never in any trouble. From that time on he was in and out of juvenile detention until he was twenty. Nothing major but usually for fighting. Stacy tried to help but he didn't want anything to do with him either.
When he was twenty one he beat another man nearly to death over a woman who happens to be the man's wife. The man caught them together and no one knew for sure what happened but the man indeed up in the hospital unconscious for several months. The wife claimed it was Shaun's fault and he ended up in jail, where he had been for the last six months. The man was still in the hospital and the authorities didn't know if he was going to live or not.
Shaun's lawyer finally convinced the judge to release him until they knew what he would be charged with. The judge agreed as long as he was under house arrest. He didn't have anywhere else to go and they called Stacy.
At the time Stacy and Carol hadn't seen Shaun for nearly two years. Until the lawyer called they didn't know he was even in jail.
Stacy had worked hard to finish college and get a good job. He met Carol his senior and they married as soon as he graduated. He found a good job and they moved into the old home place. Life for the two of them was perfect. He worked and she stayed home and kept up the little farm. They hired the haying done and the couple of horses were the extent of the lived stock on the place. Carol had a lot of spare time on her hands.
She had wanted to take a job but Stacy didn't want her working. The truth be told he was a little jealous of her being around men all day. He didn't need to worry, he was her one and only. She was a virgin the night they married and had never had any desire to shop around. Not that she would have had any trouble attracting another man. She was nearly 5 feet 10 and every inch in prefect working order. Her hair was dark and came down below her shoulders. Her eyes were also dark and were the first thing men noticed when she met them. At least it was until their eyes dropped down to take in her full rounded breasts. From that point on her eyes didn't get as much attention.
Her legs were long and shapely. Stacy liked to think of the line from the "Pretty Women" movie where Julia Roberts described her legs as 42 inches of therapy. When her legs were around him he knew he was the luckiest man alive. Combine her long legs and a hot ready pussy and a man could lose himself for as long as he could last. He didn't want to have other men hitting on her, looking was fine but no touching.
Carol had finished and waited outside for them to get back. She had reservations about Shaun being with them. She didn't know much about him other than he had been in trouble for years. She had only seen him a few times in the five years she and Stacy had been married. She only remembered a tall thin kid with a sullen look on his face and that was what she was expecting this time.
Stacy and she had talked long and hard before she finally gave in and agreed to let him stay. He argued that he felt responsible for him since the house they lived in was actually his also. Even thought Shaun didn't care anything at all about the place since his parent's death.
Stacy pulled in the yard and Carol came down the steps to meet them. "Were home."
Shaun didn't make any remark, just opened the door and stepped out of the car. Stacy just shrugged his shoulders and walked around to the other side as Carol got to the car. "Shaun, you remember Carol?"
Carol spoke up, "Welcome home." All she got for her effort was a nod of his head.
For the next few days it was mostly the same. Words were few and far between for him. Carol and Stacy both tried to make him welcome and he did manage to thank them but to Carol it was a poor attempt. He mostly stayed in his room since he wasn't allowed to leave the place. The tracking bracelet on his ankle meant he was virtually still in prison.
Carol couldn't get over how much he had changed since she last saw him. He was tall as Stacy but was larger. He had spent a lot of time in jail and working out in the weight room, it showed. She thought he would be a really nice looking man if he wasn't so set against the world. She could understand how the married woman ended up with him. Any woman would look twice as he passed.
Shaun may not have had much to say but it didn't stop him from looking at his sister-in-law. He had been with women most of his life and for the last six months he had not been near one. Being around Carol everyday just made the problem larger. He wondered how his brother had found such a hot woman. She was as fine as any woman he had ever seen. Down in the basement at night he though about what she would be like stretched out under him with her long legs wrapped around his ass. He had to take matters into his own hands as he didn't figure there was any chance at all of getting her in bed.
Thankfully his room was down stairs and didn't interfere with their time together at night. At first it was strange to be making love and know that someone else was in the house with them. After they finished they would lie in each others arms and take about the day. He wanted to know how it went with Shaun each day. "He doesn't do anything but set around the house and watch me working. Most of the time he doesn't even get up until lunch. Never know if he will get up to eat or not."
"I will have a talk with him and see if I can't at least get him out of your hair for a while each day."
"I wish you would. He gives me shivers just the way he watches me all the time."
Stacy moved back over her and she opened her legs for him again. As his big cock slid back in her hot pussy he said, "If I had to set and watch you all day I would be down in my room taking care of a huge problem." This later made her think as Shaun continued to watch her everyday.
Stacy talked to him and told him he needed to get out of the house some. He suggested that he might feed the horses and help out at the barn.
"You forget, I can't leave the house."
"You don't have to stay in the house all the time; as long as you are on the place you will be fine." He began to get out more but not far from Carol.
He had been with them 2 weeks and had slowly begun to talk to her. She could get more out of him than his brother. She had wanted to ask him about the trouble he was in but had held back.
Finally one day it came up. "How did you end up in jail for fighting?"
He was so long answering that she though she had messed up. "I didn't do what they said I did. I was out with this girl and these three men jumped me when we were going in the club."
"I didn't know there were three of them, was her husband one of them?"
"How did you know one of them was her husband?"
"The way we heard it you beat up her husband, they didn't mention the other men."
"Yea, the bitch didn't tell the cops about them. One of them was the one that hit her husband with a piece of wood. He swung at me and I moved and he hit him instead. They ran as soon as she started screaming for the cops. I never knew I was in trouble until she said I was the one that hit him. She claimed that she was with her husband when I started the fight because she wouldn't go out with me. Hell, I've been fucking the bitch for months, every time her husband was gone."
Carol blushed at the words he used. She liked sex and all that it meant but she wasn't about to use the F word. "Don't talk like that. We don't use that kind of language here."
"Sorry, been using that a long time."
The next few days were better than before. He opened up more but he still wasn't getting far from her. The few duties at the barn only took a few minutes and he would be right back in the house and underfoot.
She tried to ignore him but it was hard with him setting at the table while she was in the kitchen and even followed her to the bedrooms when she made the beds. He would get on one side and help her straighten out the sheets. When she went down stairs to wash he was with her. At night she would tell Stacy about him always following her. His answer was to just ignore him; it had been a long time since he talked to anyone.
One day she had about all she could stand. She had turned around twice and almost ran over him he was so close to her. Even at 5' 10" she was still only up to his shoulders. It was intimidating to have to look up at him from so close. Being a man, and a good looking one at that, she couldn't help but feel some attraction to him and it didn't help any to glance down and see that he had a hard on in his pants. She didn't mention this to Stacy at night.
"Look Shaun, lets get out of the house for awhile. Stacy want be home for 4 hours, why don't you go saddle the horses and ride a while. I haven't been on the horses since you have been here. You do ride don't you?"
"Stacy and I use to ride all the time. I will get them ready." He left her to head to the barn. She went to change into her jeans and boots. The shirt she wore was one of Stacy's and she tied it under her breasts, leaving her stomach bare. She did this without thinking as this was her usual attire when she rode.
At the barn he had the horses out and saddled when she walked up. She knew at once she had messed up wearing the shirt when she saw the look that came into his eyes, quickly followed by a much larger bulge in his pants. In spite of herself she could feel a little tingle deep down in her stomach knowing he was liking what he saw. She swung up on her horse, "Let's go." She headed off down the lane to open pasture beyond.
It took him a minute to get on his horse, the bulge in his pants made it hard to ride. Shifting his cock to the side he hurried to catch up. He pulled up along side her and they rode on together, neither one saying anything.
The place they were on wasn't all that big but the land owner next door had been letting Stacy ride over his land for years. They stopped at the gate and he jumped down to open it. She rode through leading his horse and waited until he shut the gate and climbed aboard. "You must have been here before?"
"We use to ride here all the time. We stayed in the saddle every summer."
"Stacy and I ride back here sometimes on the weekend when he has time."
