Page 25 of Homestead

“Whatcha doin’, girlie?” The tone of his question is different this time. Hoarse. Excited.

I don’t answer him with words. I move down his body until I can grab his half-erect cock.

Without wasting time on preliminaries, I lower my head and take him in my mouth. He grows and hardens all the way in almost no time at all.

He holds my hair back in a big bunch so it doesn’t fall into my face, then pushes down the covers so they’re not in the way. He lifts his head from the pillow.

He likes to watch me do this to him. That much I’ve learned this week.

I’m still not anything close to an expert at this activity, but I’ve figured out a few things since I give him a blow job every time we have sex. I take as much of his cock in my mouth as I can without triggering my gag reflex, and I suck rhythmically as I massage his balls.

Soon he’s grunting and rocking his hips in time to my sucking. And it’s not long before all the muscles in his body clench up and then jerk in spasms as he comes hard.

I can tell when it’s about to happen now, so I let him slip out of my mouth and come on my chest. I don’t like trying to swallow down his semen, and he doesn’t seem to care if I don’t.

He’s gasping as he lies back afterward, his body hotter and softer than before. “Thank you for that. Not sure what I did to deserve it.”

“You missed out on last night.” I straighten up and stroke his chest—firm flesh and coarse hair—and his not-quite-flat belly. I don’t actually know if he likes me to pet him like this afterward, but it feels like I should.

He frowns slightly. “That wasn’t a problem. You were tired. I was too.”

Well, that’s a relief. There’s no way not to believe him. He must not be holding it against me that I couldn’t stay awake. “Okay. Good. I still wanted to do it.”

“Well, it sure made my day. Not sure how I’m expected to get my ass out of bed after that.”

I giggle, still caressing him. My hand moves down to one of his thick thighs. His penis has softened back to its regular shape. I feel a flicker of interest in playing with it, but I resist.

I wait until he’s fully recovered and breathing evenly before I start to climb over him and out of the bed.

“Where you goin’?” he demands, lifting his head and shoulders.

“I told you I’ve got to pee.”

“But I was gonna do somethin’ for you.”

I pull on my bathrobe and smile at him over my shoulder. Part of me wants to see what he has in mind, but the rest of me knows I have a long day of hard work in front of me. The longer I delay in bed, the longer my day will be. “All I need right now is to pee.”

* * *

We go through our morning routines—washing up quickly and getting dressed, then Jimmy heading outside to tend to the animals while I start working on breakfast.

Breakfast is the easiest meal to figure out since we always have plenty of eggs. I try to do slightly different things each morning so Jimmy doesn’t get bored.

Today I make egg and cheese sandwiches, grilling them with butter after I put them together. We’ve still got some good milk, so I pour him a glass and set it on the table next to his sandwich just as Jimmy comes back in from outside.

“Looks good,” he says, perking up at the sight of the food. He waits until I pour a glass of milk for myself and take it and my own sandwich to sit at the table across from him.

We eat in silence for a few minutes until he says, “Remember I got to go to my folks’ place this morning to help my dad repair that barn.”

“Oh. Yes. That’s right.” I’d actually forgotten about it. He told me a couple of days ago, but it feels like ages have passed since then. “Will you be back here for lunch?”

He’s chewing a big bite of his breakfast. “This is real good,” he mumbles as he swallows. “I don’t know how long the work will take, but I’ll plan to eat with them so you don’t have to mess with lunch.”

“Okay. That sounds good. Do you need me to do anything for you while you’re gone?”

“Maybe look in on that one pig with the dark rear end. He was acting kind of droopy this morning.”

“Oh no. I hope he’s okay. I’ll definitely check on him.” I frown, hoping nothing is wrong. I know the pigs aren’t pets. I know that eventually they’ll be slaughtered for food. But still… I really like the big, noisy creatures, and I don’t want any of them to be sick.

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