Chapter 8: Chapter 8

EVAN

My fingers gripped the steering wheel, turning white while I tried to focus on the road. I nearly rear-ended another vehicle. Vada’s poorly timed revelation almost caused a pileup on the interstate.

She was ~bisexual~.

We’d chosen a woman who liked pussy.

What an epic disaster.

There was no way we were sharing our wife with ~anyone~. Once she made the commitment to us, she would not be indulging in any girl-on-girl activities.

The last thing I wanted to do was let down my best friend. But his wild daughter needed a lot of taming. And I was beginning to wonder if we’d made a mistake.

“How much further?” Vada whined.

“Not too much,” Garrett said, rubbing her bare thigh.

“I hope not. I have to pee.”

“Why didn’t you go when we stopped for coffee?” I asked.

“I didn’t have to go then, Evan.”

“I told you to, Vada,” I said with a frustrated sigh. “If you would just do as you’re told, things would go much smoother.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

“You’re not my dad, Evan,” she snapped.

“You’re damn right, I’m not! But you need guidance and discipline. That has become ~quite~ evident to me today.”

“Oh wow,” she said, laughing bitterly. “You’re delusional if you think you can control me.”

“I’m not trying to control you, Vada,” I said calmly.

I didn’t want to yell at her. But she was pushing all my buttons. That was nothing new. She’d been doing it since she was a kid. But she wasn’t a child anymore.

Vada was the woman we’d chosen to be our wife. I had no intention of bickering with her every day for the rest of our lives. And I wanted to fuck her. Sooner rather than later.

“Good answer,” she bit out. “No man will ~ever~ control me.”

~We’ll see about that, sweetheart.~

“Are you sure that’s the right 911 number, Jake?” I asked, slowing down in front of a gravel laneway.

“Yep. The guy said the house is a long way from the road.”

“Why do I feel like we’re gonna get hacked into a million pieces and thrown in a septic tank?” Vada mumbled to herself.

“You’ve been watching too many horror movies,” I said.

“Stop telling me what to do, Evan.”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. You’re trying to tell me what kind of movies I can watch.”

“I’m doing no such thing, Vada,” I sighed. “I don’t give a shit what you watch.”

“You do so. You’re a control freak.”

“Is this car really worth this?” I grumbled as I navigated the narrow driveway, trying unsuccessfully to avoid all the deep ruts.

“What happened to your sense of adventure, Ev?” Garrett asked. “That’s what this trip is all about.”

“Evan doesn’t have an adventurous bone in his body,” Vada said.

“I heard that,” I snarled. “You’d be wise to keep that mouth closed, sweetheart.”

“Oh yeah?” she snickered. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’m gonna take you over my knee and spank that ass,” I promised. “And then I’m gonna introduce you to my adventurous bone.”

She descended into a fit of laughter.

“What’s so funny?” I snapped.

“Your attempt at dirty talk,” she gasped, a powerful hiccup splicing through her words.

“You won’t be laughing when my cock is buried in your ass.”

“I like anal sex, so the joke’s on you,” she said before another series of hiccups erupted from her chest.

“We don’t do anal,” I informed her.

“Take a drink of water,” Jake ordered, handing her a bottle.

She took a swig from the bottle, eyeing me curiously. “You guys have foursomes, and you don’t do anal?”

“That’s correct.”

“Then why’d you say that?”

“I don’t know,” I muttered, staring ahead at the old farmhouse on the horizon. “This homestead is very run-down. I can’t imagine what kind of shape the car is gonna be in.”

“Why don’t you guys do anal?” Vada persisted.

I pulled up in front of the house and put the van in Park. “I think we need to have a family meeting,” I announced, turning around in my seat. “A ~private~ meeting.”

“Can’t it wait?” Jake sighed. “I wanna get this car stripped and get the fuck out of here as quickly as possible.”

“What do you mean by ~private~?” Vada asked.

“Private, as in you won’t be there, because you’re not part of our family.”

“I see.”

“Once we get things going with the car, I’ll step out, and we can meet in the van,” Jake suggested.

“You guys are assholes!” she yelled before climbing over Garrett and pushing open the door. “Fuck all of you. I’m calling my dad to come and get me.”

“Good job, Evan,” Jake grumbled, opening his door with a heavy sigh. “I’ll fix this.”

“If you don’t stop giving her a hard time, she’s not going to marry us,” Garrett warned.

“I’m not sure she’s the right woman.”

“What are you talking about, Evan?”

“She’s bisexual, for starters. And she likes anal sex.”

“So what?”

“She’s going to be the mother of our children, Garrett.”

“And?”

“And she eats pussy and likes dick in her ass!” I exclaimed, noticing too late that Vada didn’t close the door behind her.

An old man had emerged from the house and was standing close enough to hear my outburst. He studied us curiously, chewing on a long stick of tobacco.

Garrett jumped out and approached him. “Garrett Mitchell,” he said, offering his hand. “We’re from Grave to Road Restorations.”

“I can read,” the man muttered.

“I’m Evan Morgan,” I said.

“George Beckett.” His eyes wandered across the driveway to where Jake and Vada were involved in a heated discussion. “Lovers’ quarrel?”

“Something like that,” I sighed. “Where can we find the car we came all this way for?”

“In the barn,” he said, his eyes fixed on Jake and Vada as a devilish grin crept across his withered old mouth. “Looks like they made up.”

I turned around in time to see Jake pressing Vada up against the side of the van, his mouth devouring hers while his hands roamed down to her ass. At least he convinced her not to call Chris.

“Where is the barn?” I inquired, squinting in the bright sunlight. There were several run-down outbuildings scattered across the property. And a shit ton of rusted-out farm equipment.

“Out back,” he said. “Y’all come in and meet Mother first.”

I glanced at Garrett. He just shrugged and followed George up the worn steps. I placed my foot on the first step, testing out the rotting wood before I put all my weight on it.

“Mother!” George called out. “We got company!”

I stepped inside the foyer, glancing around at the dated interior. Nothing had been done to this house in decades.

I cringed at the thought of the critters that were probably lurking in the worn green carpet. The walls were covered in faded brown wallpaper, picture frames scattered haphazardly everywhere.

“We got ourselves fourteen kids,” he informed us.

“Wow,” Jake said, stepping inside the house with Vada.

“Yup,” George chuckled. “I kept my woman knocked up.”

A woman I could only presume was Mrs. Beckett entered the room pushing a walker. “George, behave,” she ordered, slapping his ass with a fly swatter.

“I am, Gracey,” he said.

“Are you two married?” she asked, staring at Jake and Vada.

“Yes, ma’am,” Jake said, wrapping his arm around Vada’s waist.

“Good. We don’t want no sinners round here.”

“Whereabouts can we find the car?” Jake asked.

“In the barn,” George replied.

“Take these boys out there, George,” Mrs. Beckett ordered. “This young’un and I are gonna have a cup of tea.”

“I need to help with the car,” Vada said.

“You can do that after, honey,” she assured her. “A young thing like yourself needs some guidance from an older, experienced woman. You need to know how to please your husband.”

“I think I’m good,” Vada laughed.

“I agree with Mrs. Beckett,” I said. “You’d benefit from spending some time with a lady who can counsel you on appropriate behavior.”

Vada glared at me with a vengeful stare, her nostrils flaring while she plotted my death. “I’m a married woman now, ~Dad~. You can’t tell me what to do.”

“This little filly is your ~daughter~?” George gasped.

“No. She just thinks she’s funny. She’s my employee.”

“Time for the men to head outside,” Garrett announced, clapping his hands.

“See you in a bit, my sexy husband,” Vada cooed, planting a loud kiss on Jake’s lips.

We followed George outside. I was surprised how quickly he moved for an old fellow. “You’re in pretty good shape, George,” I commented as he led us across the field.

“I just turned ninety-five, son,” he said, pulling another stick of chewing tobacco from the front pocket of his stained white T-shirt.

“And I’m fit as a fiddle. I can still give my old lady a powerful bushwhacking. And I do. Every night.”

“I see,” I chuckled. “That’s, um, impressive.”

“That’s why we’re still living, boy,” he declared as we reached the barn.

I don’t know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a clean, organized environment. The barn was spotless.

“Wow,” Jake gasped, circling the car. “She’s a beauty.”

“She sure is,” George said. “My first brand-new car. I couldn’t part with her.”

“Are you sure you want us to strip her for parts?” Jake asked.

“She ain’t no good,” he said sadly. “All rusted out underneath. You’d have to replace everything.”

“Yeah,” Jake agreed, running his fingers over the side of the car. “There’s a lot of rust. The body isn’t in great shape.”

“She’s sixty-five years old, boy. What did ya expect?”

“After we take a look under the hood, we’ll make you an offer,” Jake said.

“Fair enough,” he agreed. “I’m gonna head back up to the house. Mother will have lunch on the table soon.”

Jake popped the hood, studying the engine thoughtfully.

“Before you get involved in that, we need to talk,” I said.

“Stop giving Vada a hard time,” Jake warned. “She’s never going to marry us if you two can’t get along.”

“I’m not sure she’s the right woman.”

“Yes, she is,” Garrett said. “We already agreed on her.”

“We didn’t have all the facts, Garrett.”

“What’s the big deal?” Jake asked, leaning against the bumper with his massive arms folded across his chest. “She likes to eat pussy.”

“Do you really think she’ll just give that up?”

“I don’t know, Ev,” he sighed. “We’re asking a lot of her. I think we need to be patient while she makes her decision.”

“What about the anal thing?”

“We can compromise,” Garrett suggested. “If she really needs something in her ass, we can use toys.”

“You know how I feel about anal play,” I said, cringing at the thought. “It’s dirty. We agreed on that when we started sharing women. I don’t think it’s fair to change the rules now.

“Anal is a deal-breaker for me. I won’t ever put my dick, or my fingers, or my mouth anywhere near an asshole.”

“You do know a chick’s vagina is right next to her asshole?” Garrett chuckled.

“What’s your point?”

“You eat pussy.”

“Can we just agree that we won’t let Vada change the rules?”

“She’s allowed to have some say,” Garrett said. “If she comes to live with us, she’ll be our ~partner~, not our play toy.

“Chris trusted us with his daughter because he knew we’d treat her well. Let’s not forget that.”

“I honestly don’t believe she’s going to say yes,” I warned, shaking my head. “She’s devious. I think she’s playing us. She has no intention of marrying us and having our babies.”

“So let’s change her mind,” Garrett said.

“How do we do that?”

“Orgasms, my friend,” he chuckled, patting my shoulder. “Tons and tons of mind-blowing orgasms.”

“She’s not gonna let me lay a finger on her,” I said.

“Let Garrett and I break her in,” Jake advised. “She’ll come around.”

“But try being nice,” Garrett added. “You know what they say. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar.”

“I think we’d be wise to clean her with some vinegar before we put our dicks in her.”

“Evan, stop,” Jake barked. “She got tested.”

“It was a joke, Jake.”

“Are we done?” he sighed.

“For now,” I muttered. “I’m going to the van to get some work done.”

“I’ll come with you,” Garrett offered. “I hope they have internet service out here.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” I grumbled as we made our way back to the van.

***

I closed my laptop and rubbed my eyes as I looked toward the barn. The Wi-Fi signal out there was terrible. I couldn’t even read my emails.

“I don’t have anything to work on that doesn’t require the internet,” I said.

“Yeah,” Garrett sighed. “The service is shit. Fortunately, I have some reports I can do offline.”

“I’m gonna take a walk down to the barn and see how they’re making out.”

“Vada just went down there a few minutes ago,” he said. “I doubt they’ve accomplished much.”

“I’ll go see if I can be of any help to expedite this.”

“Text me if you need anything,” he mumbled without looking up from his laptop.

I opened the door and stepped out into the scorching Georgia heat, swatting away a fly. The Becketts seemed like clean folks, but they were definitely hoarders.

I picked my way down the worn path to the barn, keeping an eye out for snakes.

I stopped a few feet from the barn when I heard whimpering coming from inside. It was definitely Vada.

Was she hurt?

Surely Jake would’ve texted us if something happened.

And they weren’t cries of distress. Vada was experiencing something pleasurable.

I crept up to the open door and peeked inside.

Vada was on her back on the hood of the car, her legs spread wide, with her skimpy little shorts and a pink thong hanging from one ankle.

Jake had his head buried between her legs, going to town on her pussy.

He was holding her still with one hand firmly planted on her hip while she squirmed around, moaning his name.

My dick throbbed painfully, begging to be released from my shorts. I thought about giving myself a rub while I watched, but then I remembered that I could be seen from the house.

Probably not a good idea to start jerking off out in the open.

Vada rolled her head toward the door, a sly grin spreading across her plump lips when she spotted me.

~Shit. Busted.~

I held my breath, waiting for her angry outburst. But it never came.

She locked those devilish green eyes on me, holding my gaze until she came with a long low moan, her body jerking against Jake’s face while she rode out the waves of her orgasm.