Home for the Weekend (5 page)

“No, just… kind of messed up.” He put his hand on my thigh and looked over at me with a gleam in his eyes. “We’re going to have a lot of fun this weekend. I have so much I want to show you. You won’t need to think about any of that crap
, okay?”

***

“Chastity?” Jesse’s voice was soft, and pulled me from the depths of sleep, but as soothing as it was, made me want to drift even deeper into my dreams.

I vaguely heard the door beside me open, and I felt arms around me, I wrapped my arms around his neck and inhaled the woodsy scent of his cologne, my eyes focusing gradually. We were walking on
gravel, it crunched and popped under Jesse’s boots. I lifted my head and looked at him.

“I can walk.” I said simply.

“I know, but you’re so warm.” He grinned up at me before letting my legs slide down.

My feet rested on the first step of a large porch, it smelled strange here, like
old wood, moss, and campfire smoke… it smelled good. I looked up at the sky, it was black, and the stars glittered beautifully, bright and clear. I’d never seen so many stars in my entire life. I stepped off of the porch and gazed up as I walked out onto the large open field beside the house; it sank slightly, like a soft rug cushioning my feet.

“This is incredible.” I breathed
.

There were large bright stars and tiny ones that seemed to twinkle
on and off, there were dustings of microscopic ones that looked like a smear of glitter and at any moment I hoped I’d see a shooting star. It seemed possible with how beautiful it was. There were tree frogs singing in the distance and I took in the forest that surrounded us. We were shielded in a full circle by towering evergreen trees, and large bushes with long thorns on vines that seemed to rise up and twist around anything it could find.

“Have you ever been out of the city?” He asked, looking at me skeptically
as he walked closer to me. The light from the full moon bounced off of his shoulders.

“Nope.”
I said simply. “But I’m always up for an adventure.”

“Is that you Jesse?” I heard a woman call from around the house.

Jesse and I hurried back up to the porch, and a tall woman with light brown hair greeted us. Jesse curled her in his arms and hugged her tight, she held him close, her eyes closed, as if savoring the feel of him against her.

“I missed you momma.” He said quietly.

“Not as much as I’ve missed you. Don’t stay away so long next time, it’s been nearly four months since you visited.” She pulled away from him and swatted at him with her hand before walking over to me and scooping me into a hug. “Thanks for coming to visit us Chastity, we’re so happy to have you.”

“Thank you,” I said, “I’m really happy to be here too.”

“Good, well it’s late, I made up your old bed with fresh linens, your dad’s already in bed, and I’m about to fall asleep standing up I had such a long day at work today.” She laughed.

“Okay momma, we just have to grab our bags, I’ll lock up.” He kissed her on the cheek and she
nodded before she made her way back into the house, glancing back to smile at me once more as she pulled the screen door closed.

W
e had both packed pretty light, it took no time at all to get our things upstairs, there was an adjoining bathroom and Jesse told me I could shower while he locked up the house, and the gate outside. When I finished with my quick shower, Jesse had just came back into the room and turned off the bright overhead light, leaving just the bedside lamp to cast a soft glow over the room.

“This doesn’t look like a boy’s bedroom.” I commented as I sat at a
dainty, ashen vanity table and took my hair down from the towel it was wrapped in.

“That’s because about two years after I became a resident of California
, my mom made it into the guest room.” He grinned before pulling his shirt over his head; I appreciated his sleek form while I rubbed the ends of my hair gently with the towel.

“Can’t blame her, it’s so pretty.”

I smeared lotion all over my legs, and Jesse watched my hands carefully, one side of his mouth upturned playfully. He removed his jeans, and folded them over a side dresser on his way to the bathroom, his firm bottom holding my gaze as it rose and fell with his steps. There was a tiny cinnamon scented Yankee candle on the vanity in front of me, and I lit it with my lighter carefully before placing it on the bedside table. Moments later one of my favorite scents filled the entire room, and I gazed around, looking at the pretty decorations, but my attention was drawn up toward the ceiling.

I looked around at the shelves that lined the tops of the
walls; there were pictures of Jesse at what looked like school plays everywhere, in different costumes, poses and stages. They were framed, and had playbooks next to them, there were several plaques that I couldn’t read, some had stallions on them and I assumed they were trophies, they gleamed proudly from their spots above the room, hinting at the boy who used to live here.

I brushed my
damp curls and listened as Jesse turned the shower off, when he opened the door he had his towel wrapped around his lean hips, and he stood in the doorway and stared at me with a handsome smile. The appealing aroma of his shower swirled about the room, flirting with my senses, and he turned the bathroom light off before crossing the room to the far side of the bed. I watched him carefully in the mirror, his eyes never left mine. I bit my lower lip and smiled at my reflection in the mirror.
Shouldn’t have taken my makeup off yet.
I couldn’t help but think.

Jesse removed the towel from his waist and
held it out to his side, looking at me quizzically. I lifted an eyebrow at him through the mirror, his golden skin shone in the soft light. He did the same, turning his head slightly to the side, and then he took a step toward me. I glanced down as his cock, and watched as it slowly thickened. I stood up from the small vanity chair and held my hands in front of me.

“No way.”
I said quietly, smiling hugely at him as his hands pulled at the lavender silk robe I wore, the belt making a soft whooshing sound as he pulled it free. “What if your parents hear?”

“They won’t hear anything.
” He assured with a boyish grin. “They’re downstairs and across the house.” He said, bringing his lips to my neck, and slipping his hand along the inside of my thighs.

Jesse
trailed his fingers up torturously slow, sliding the silky material of my night gown up my creamy thighs. He slid his middle finger along my swollen clit and I sighed as he began massaging my labia with his other fingers. He pulled the robe from my shoulders and let it slip to the floor at our feet, as he pressed me back until my back rested against the mirror, and I was sitting on the edge of the small vanity table. He slid my slip over my head and tossed it away before he trailed kisses across my breasts and looked down at my pussy.

“I’m glad you didn’t put panties on.
” He said as he dragged his hands down the side of my thighs, where they met my labia. “There should be a law against panties.” He said as he slid his hot tongue along my clit, massaging the sides of my thighs with his thumbs.

I jumped at the sudden contact, and as he slithered
his tongue inside of me, I had to dig my hand into his thick nest of hair that had been calling to me for so long. I looked down at him as he worked me over, and again, it was almost violent, the way he extracted my orgasm from my body.

“Oh fuck…” I sighed,
closing my eyes as Jesse stood, his huge dick brandished in his right fist.

He slid his thick head along my sensitive pussy, and I pulled my knees closer to my ears as I stared at him
circling my clit with his swollen head, my left hand grasped the top of the oval shaped mirror behind me and I watched as he slowly eased into me, stretching me, his gorgeous features aglow in the soft light. Delicious tingles sparked along my skin, and curled my toes as he moved within me, his hot thick head warmed me to my core, melted my frustrations, and fears. Chased them away like a warm shot of whiskey.

Jesse began to move faster, and I braced myself as best as I could with my toes on the corners of the desk, my knees spread wide
as he held them apart with his hands, his abs rippled and flexed with his thrusts, and I reached out to run my nails down them just as I came, and scratched him harder than intended. He growled and wrapped his hand behind my neck clasping it and hauling me up to his face, kissing me savagely as he drilled into me, sending the desk and mirror knocking into the wall behind it. I cried out around his mouth and squeezed his shoulder, wrapping my legs around him, my ankles pressed to his firm ass, urging him deeper.

His hand was fisted in my hair at the nape of my neck now and I licked at his lip as I gazed at him. “Oh, Please.” I whispered, squirming to stay on the desk
, gripping his shoulders for dear life.

“Please what?” He ground out, searching my eyes.

“Please make me come again.” I said softly, and he crushed his mouth to mine, seeking my clit out with his fingers and circling it gently as he thrust into me.

The small bottles on the vanity rattled and something crashed to the floor as the desk repeatedly hit the wall with the force of Jesse’s thrusts, I was like a monkey clinging to him, barely even on the desk now, and
I came again just as I felt his thick spurts filling me.

The moment was quickly ended when three hard pounds came from the wall behind us. My eyes snapped open and I looked at Jesse
as his eyes widened in confusion.

“Shit.” He said, still
hard inside of me.

“Who is that?” I asked frantically
, still panting from our exertions, feeling myself wanting him again already.

“My brother.”

“I thought he wasn’t going to be here?” I asked, putting my hand over my mouth.

“I thought so too.”
He slipped out of me, and began to put on a pair of pajama pants. “Better get something on.” He said to me.

I hurried
to my bag and pulled on my old Nirvana shirt and a pair of sweat pants just as someone knocked on the bedroom door. Jesse went to it and looked back at me to be sure I was dressed before opening it.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” Jesse’s brother said
standing in the doorway, he looked exactly like Jesse, but was a few years older maybe thirty three or four, and of broader build than Jesse was.

“Come on man.” Jesse said scratching
the back of his head and nodding at me.

His brother peered around the corner and his eyes widened. “Oh,
I’m sorry darlin’ I’m Beau.” He said stepping in and holding his hand out to me.

“Chastity.”
I said, clasping my hands behind my back, and the irony was not lost on any of us. My cheeks flared and the burning even crept over my ears as I stared down at the floor, before my eyes bounced to my pack of smokes on the dresser.

“Nice to meet you.
You could probably use a cigarette I’m betting.” He said to Jesse as he clapped him on the arm and left the room.

***

Soft kisses trailed from behind my ear, down to my shoulder. Jesse’s strong arms were wrapped around my waist, holding me tightly against his front as I stretched and tried to pull myself from the recesses of sleep.

“Are you awake beautiful?” He asked, nearly silent.

“Yes. What time is it?” It was still dark in the room.

“Before sunrise.”
He climbed from the bed and popped me on my ass. “Come on get up.”

I groaned, and pouted as I forced myself to sit up
, my hair a tangled mop on my head. Jesse was in the bathroom, the water was running and I checked my cell phone. There were several text asking where I was, and why I hadn’t answered the phone from Anessa and a couple from Ian. I text them back quickly, letting them know I was fine but in an area with poor cell phone reception.

“Ready?” Jesse asked me after coming back into the room.

“I guess so.” I said, “Where are we going?”

“Just put some jeans on. It’s a surprise.”

I did as he said, and we made our way downstairs and across the dark, quiet farmhouse. I hadn’t noticed how homey it was last night. There were family photos everywhere, wedding pictures from the eighties, first birthday pictures… pictures of fishing trips and more than I could count of the boys at various ages sitting atop horses with little cowboy hats on their heads.

Jesse held my hand as he took me around the back of the house, and toward a large red bard with black trim. He unhooked the latch, and used his body weight to push the large sliding door to the right. It opened slowly revealing a large, open space, with high ceilings and straw on the dirt floors, there were horse stalls lining the sides of the barn, and probably more than ten horses who stared at us as we walked past them, to the far end of the barn. The smell of the straw, and the horses rose up into my
nostrils, it was almost invigorating to my senses. We stopped in front of a large black stallion, his mane hung between his endless black eyes.

“This is Eddy.” Jesse said as he opened the stall half door, and stepped up to the magnificent creature, and stroked the horse lovingly. His features lit up like Christmas lights, his eyes twinkled with caring as he gazed at this horse, and I felt my stomach flutter.