Page 59 of Homestead

I get my bucket, cleaner, and scrub brush together and go clean the outhouse while Jimmy takes a bath.

He’s done, stretched out on the couch wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, when I return after giving the outhouse a relatively quick clean.

Jimmy’s eyes are closed. He’s exhausted.

The work he’s doing with his dad is a lot more intense than most of the work he does around here.

My heart clenches just a little as I look down at him. The last thing he needs is to deal with me being obstinate. I need to support him better.

No wonder he hasn’t been happy these past few days.

“Y’okay?” he mumbles without even opening his eyes. He must somehow have sensed me standing here, looking down at him.

“Yeah. You want me to get you some clothes?”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. Thanks.”

He’s still sprawled on the couch when I return, but his eyes are open so he can see what I’m doing. Most of his clothes are dirty since laundry was delayed, but I found his old gray sweats that have only been worn inside and an ancient T-shirt with a football logo on it and a tear in the seam of one sleeve.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks, softer and thicker than before. He’s trying to see into my soul again. He just won’t stop.

“I’m good.” I smile down at him, suddenly getting inspired. I reach for his towel and gently unwind it, pulling the fabric away from his pelvis.

He’s not aroused when I open the towel, but by the time I kneel beside the couch and reach for his cock, he’s starting to harden.

“Whatcha doin’?” He shifts slightly on the couch.

“What do you think?” I stroke and squeeze until he’s hard in my hands. Then I lower my head so I can slide my lips down the tip of him.

He groans long and low and rolls his hips. “Chloe, baby. You sure? You really want—?” He breaks off the question when I suck hard.

His cock is filling my mouth. His muscles are all tensing up as I hollow out my cheeks and rhythmically bob my head. He takes my head in both hands and holds it in place, easing it up and down as I work.

I’m pleased and excited and deeply relieved as his body responds the way it always has. He’s starting to thrust now, involuntary shallow bucks as he loses control.

He gets so into it. He’s moaning and grunting uninhibitedly, getting louder and louder as he mounts toward climax. I’m making him feel so good, and it’s a deep source of satisfaction.

When he finally reaches the peak, he cries out hoarsely and clenches his fingers in my hair. His cock shudders as he releases. Instead of sliding him out of my mouth, I let him come in my mouth, focusing hard so I can swallow his semen without choking on it.

I do a pretty good job. He’s breathing raggedly as he falls back limply on the couch. He hasn’t let go of my head yet. His fingertips are stroking my scalp.

“So good,” he’s murmuring. “You’re so good. You make me feel so good.”

The encouragement wafts over me in a hot wave of pleasure.

He’s holding my ponytail loosely as I straighten up, flushed and kind of fluttery.

“Thank you,” he says hoarsely, sliding his hand forward to cup my jaw. “Thank you for doing that for me.”

“You’re welcome. I enjoy doing it.” Thrilled that things are getting back on track between us, I stand up, steadying my trembly knees. When I’ve stabilized myself, I step away from the couch and toward the kitchen. I need to start working on dinner.

“Hey,” Jimmy says with a frown in his voice. “Where you goin’?”

“It’s getting toward dinnertime. Is something wrong?”

“Yes, somethin’ is wrong. You’re not gonna let me do you too?”

My eyes widen dramatically, and my face flushes more hotly. “Oh. I didn’t realize?—”

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