Aaron

I watch Julia sleep, my whole body still shaking. I haven’t ever busted so hard in my life. I think I started screaming.

That’s all right. The trailer’s well insulated, and there’s no one around for a half acre on either side. And as I lie there, feeling so light and loose that I could float off the mattress, I think to myself: I could go for another round of that.

Every night, for the rest of my life. It’s more a taste of Heaven than a man like me deserves, but she’s offering, and I’m starved for it.

I still don’t feel like I’m good enough for her. I’m not sure that any mortal man could be—but then again, I’m biased. And since she keeps insisting on pushing the issue, I figure I had better just find a way to be an even better man.

I brush stray hairs off her forehead as I stare down at her. I knocked her out. Poor baby.

I didn’t even mean to. But that look of astonishment she wore before her eyes rolled closed told me volumes about her inexperience. I’m humbled that she chose me to be her first.

Damn, I’m glad I held out so long. But seriously, this is the first time that my brother’s nickname for me doesn’t seem ironic.

I doze for just a little while, bundled with her in my comforters, before her warm, curving softness and the scent of sex wakes me. I’m not surprised that I have a raging boner.

It’s still dark. I should be waking her up and telling her to dress and sneak back home before her father wakes up.

I start kissing her neck instead.

She murmurs in her sleep and rolls toward me, one arm sliding limply over my back. My cock aches fiercely, but I take my time, kissing and caressing her awake. She’s so warm and relaxed now, and when I slide my hand under her and start stroking her ass, she croons low in her throat and opens her eyes.

“Hi, baby,” I purr in her ear. I can barely see her smile in the dimness. When we kiss, she responds at once, sliding a hand down my body and settling it on my cock.

I let out a surprised grunt, and she smiles against my mouth as she starts to explore my shaft with her fingers. Her touch is electric, yet delicate, mapping every inch of my erection until I’m panting. I gently pull her hand away.

“Make love to me,” she murmurs, rolling onto her back and running her nails over my hips. “I want you inside me again, now.”

Wow. I climb onto her and settle over her gently, working my cock into her as slowly as I can force myself. She gasps and shimmies her hips, lifting herself impatiently to take more of me in.

Her silken folds close around me, and my back arches, head thrown back as I fight the urge to cum right away. “Oh—oh!” I shout with pleasure, and she wraps her arms and legs around me welcomingly.

We move together, and for a few long, luxuriant thrusts I can’t focus on anything but the feel of her hot, slick flesh against mine. Then I remember myself, and start caressing her again.

Her back arches as I lift up a little and slip a hand between us, gently pinching her cunt lips together around her clit and stroking and kneading her. She starts gasping and squirms even more. I thrust in deep and stay there, letting her writhe around my cock as her muscles gradually go tighter and tighter around me.

“Come on, baby,” I encourage her as she starts to tremble and pant under me. Her eyes roll closed, and her mouth opens in a long gasp. “Come on, let go. You’re almost there.”

My hips start moving reflexively as she grinds against me. I start to pant as well, and struggle to keep my hand moving and my body from cutting loose before she does. The glow between us is so intense that it threatens to burn up my stamina.

Her nails dig into my back as all her muscles tighten and she presses herself hard up against me. Her gasps turn into that musical, rising cry again, broken up by her panting, as she grinds against me with all her strength. I feel my own body ramp up toward climax—and then her contractions drag me that last inch as her pussy massages my shaft irresistibly.

I pound into her roughly, growling with bliss as she squirms under me and squeals with delight. Now and again, her muscles ripple over me again; I shout hoarsely at the extra jolt of pleasure, my voice rising with hers.

I fight to stay on the edge as long as I can—and then go rocketing over it, roaring with joy as I shoot my load into her again. “Yes—!”

This time, I am the one who almost faints.

I barely manage to catch myself as my body goes limp, and I roll off of her, gathering her into my arms. She whimpers softly, eyelids weighed down from exhaustion. “There you go,” I purr in her ear. “There you go, baby. I love you.”

I tuck my comforters around us again and drift off with her. The last thing I sense as I fall asleep is Moose hopping up to lie contentedly across the foot of the bed.

I’m so loopy from sex and satisfaction that it takes me a few moments to jump out of bed when Moose starts barking. It’s got to be some time later; there’s faint light coming in from outside.

I can hear the anger in my dog’s bark as I yank on my clothes and grab my bow. Then I hear the thumps as of someone trying to bust in my garage door, and I know.

Fucking Daniel.

I come walking out with Moose on a leash in case my brother has a gun. Daniel is there, trying to get in my shed door with a crowbar. He’s getting nowhere against the heavy-duty lock. Idiot.

He sees me—and then sees Moose, and his eyes get very wide again. Once again the guy’s been drinking, and it’s fucking with his judgment. “The fuck are you doing, Daniel?” I demand.

It’s not even dawn yet. Well below freezing. My spit crackles as it hits the grass and I walk in his direction quickly, the crossbow I’m not supposed to have pointed at him with my free hand.

He drops the crowbar and steps back. “I told you I’d make trouble for you until you agreed to come with me,” he stammers, his eyes glued to Moose, who has stopped barking and is now just growling.

“And I told you that was a stupid fucking idea, Daniel. I’ve got you on my security cameras breaking and entering.” I point up at the deer cams I have hidden in the pines on either side of the shed entrance.

“You’d set the pigs on me? They’ll put me away for life!” Moose’s growling drops an octave and jumps several decibels in response to Daniel raising his voice, and my brother presses back against the shed door.

“Now you listen here, you little shit. Back when I was an idealistic kid whose life you wrecked, I thought I owed you because we were family. But then I went in the hole for ten years and served four years parole for a crime I was trying to stop your ass from committing.”

He holds his hands over his head, eyes huge now, as if suddenly realizing that he’s put himself into deep, deep shit, and there’s very little he can do about it but beg. “Hey, now, come on. I’m desperate here. I need your fucking help! Don’t you get it?”

“Oh, I get it. You’ve screwed up in yet another state, and you want me around to keep you safe from however many hoods down in New Orleans want to kick your sorry ass. But as I was saying, I’ve already gone above and beyond for your dumpster-fire ass, and that was the last time.”

I advance on him, short-leashing Moose so he can’t take a chomp out of my brother before I have my say. “If I had gone down for something I’d actually done, that would be one thing. But even all of that was shit you dragged me into.

“I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me. And the credit store is closed, brother mine. Fuck off.”

He swallows, taking a deep, shuddery breath. “You know, I know you have me on camera trying to get at your bike, but uh...you’re also on camera with a crossbow, and you’ve got a felony record just like me now.” His eyes glitter.

I stare at him coldly, unable to believe that this dumb son of a bitch is still pushing me. “Okay, fine, we’re at a Mexican standoff over that. You still can’t really mess with me. You’ve got nothing on me that can force me to leave.”

The door to the trailer clicks open, and Julia walks out sleepily. Her hair is mussed, her eyes are drowsy, and she has a love bite showing where her scarf is askew.

My eyes widen slightly. Shit.

Daniel looks between her and me, and a slow grin breaks across his face. “Yeah, I do. I’ve been asking around, brother mine. Isn’t that the preacher’s twenty-year-old virgin daughter?”

“Twenty-one,” I say defensively, as she sees us and freezes.

“And not a virgin any more, I’ll bet,” he laughs, and my heart sinks.