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Jude pulled the
collar of his crisp white dress shirt away from his neck. The humidity made him
appear more nervous than he actually was. He'd slipped out of his black
suspenders as soon as they got to his truck. He'd helped his new bride in with
her pretty white dress that was far too long to be practical. But, she looked
lovely in it. His bride.

It
had been a good week. Even after losing Martin, and nearly losing his life, he
gained an important confidante. Even with admitting his sins at the outset, Jared
had not judged. It was clear he was confused by it, but confusion wasn't
judgment. And Jared had insisted he stay with them for a few days because they
clearly had things to discuss.

More
specifically, their menace of a father.

The
fire had destroyed the barn completely, and a few oak trees; fortunately, Jared
and Shula's house had only needed to air for an afternoon. Apparently, the
matter of Martin was taken care of by his father and the local police
department. His father's words were gospel, so Martin died in an unfortunate
fire caused by lightning. He hadn't escaped the smoke. It was better than Jude
expected. He'd expected rather a bit of defamation.

Jude
watched Jared and Shula those few days. It was clear to see their devotion to
one another, but it was also clear Shula didn't take on the role normally
ascribed to women. She did defensively at first, but Jared had doted on her
more often than not. She wasn't demanding or expectant either, but almost
always surprised and definitely appreciative.

Jude
learned a lot from watching the both of them together, and he thought he was
capable of pulling that off. He'd like to try.

He
thought he had gotten away with his initial admission, but Jared brought it up
the morning he was to go back home. Shula was cleaning up breakfast, and Jared
was showing Jude a bit of property in the back should he want to build a cabin
to escape their father's. They still hadn't come to a consensus about what to
do about him. Murdering him in his sleep didn't seem legally wise, but they
didn't want to wait for him to make a move. He was too dangerous. They would
watch him. It was all they could do.

“Do
you like women?”

Jared
seemed like he wanted to ask something else, but it was a subject no one
discussed. Occasionally, you would hear of a distant family member who was
caught doing unspeakable things, but it was all so vague, and Jude suffered
from a guilty conscience almost always, so he assumed the sin that plagued him,
must plague others. “Not in the same way, no. But, I want to try.”

Fairness
would never be discussed. It didn't matter. It was adaptation. These were the
cards they were dealt. Reneging on these contracts would ruin their family
financially, and he would lose the farm. If she decided against the wedding, it
would ruin her chances of ever securing a suitable match.

“She's
a very sweet girl. If I remember her family correctly, she'll be relieved to be
rid of her mother. That would be another reason to build something out here.”

Jude
laughed. “That woman is more frightening than Father. But, it's too far of a
walk to even my house, and Father would never play fetch.”

“She'll
be lonely, Jude. I don't know what she'll expect with you, but let her have
Shula. Shula gets bored, and I think she would love a friend.”

Jude
frowned. “She wouldn't tell, would she? I don't want to hurt Clara. I want to
love her the way you love Shula, and I will try, but I don't know how well I'll
succeed. I love the
idea
of her. Desperately. I just pray it's enough.”

Jared
put his arm around his brother and steered him back toward his house. Their
height difference was nil, but Jared held more weight. Jude was sure to catch
up. “She'd never tell. And I think Clara will be good for you. I can't pretend
to understand how attraction works, but if it doesn't disgust you, then I think
it will scratch the itch. You just have to figure out what you'll do when you
need more. Sometimes you crave more, you know? And you'll have to make a
decision.”

Jared
was right of course, but pickings had always been slim, so just the novelty of
a body he could regularly fuck was something he was looking forward to.

Jude
took her around his small home situated away from the main house toward the
back of the property. You could see it from the main house, but only because
there weren't any trees on the path between the two. It was slightly closer to
the water, and after a heavy rain, you could hear the Colorado run.

She
seemed a little on edge, and Jude wondered if they should just get it over
with. He'd thought of giving her an out for the evening, but when they kissed
at the church, she had participated. She hadn't been passive at all, and he
didn't want to make her feel unwanted. That was something that stayed with you.
“Would you like a shower first before bed, or in the morning? I tend to at
night, and you can go first if you'd like.”

She
looked toward their shared bathroom. “I did this morning. Unless you require me
to have another.”

Jude
smiled inwardly. Was that something men required before they took their brides?
He didn't think he'd like that at all. “Not at all. I'll go have mine.”

He
took a short shower. He wanted to fuck. He was beyond relieved. When he walked
back into the room in just his towel, the light was off, and Clara was in his
bed. He dropped his towel and crawled in next to her.

“Do
you want a child?” He asked in a whisper. He'd wanted one, but only to keep her
occupied.

Was
there a correct answer for this? Was this a test? Was there something specific
that was supposed to happen her mother hadn't told her? Was he asking
permission? She did not want a child, not yet, and while she was nervous about
what was supposed to happen, she was immensely curious. But was she curious
enough to have a baby? Was he really giving her a choice?

He
could practically hear her panic, and he realized it was a loaded question. It
was ridiculous. “We don't have to have a child right away. We can...ease our
way into things.” He was hard and wanted to take advantage of that just in case
it didn't last. He was worried he would be disgusted, and maybe he would be
after, but just the thought of
getting off
was enough to sustain an
erection. For now.

“I...don't
understand. I'm sorry.” Did he mean he wasn't going to have her? That was
completely different than what her mother explained. The way her mother talked,
it was a done miserable deal. She found herself surprisingly disappointed.

Jude
exhaled loudly. “I don't have to finish inside you. We can get used to each
other, get to know one another, then we can try for a baby. When we're ready.”

“This
really isn't at all what I thought it would be.”

“Would
you rather we did it that way?” Jude turned to face her and pressed his
erection against her hip. He pulled her gown upward and placed his hand against
her inner thigh. He exhaled again. So far, so good. Her skin was impossibly
soft. It was lovely. He caressed her with his thumb, close to her panties.

“Which
way?” She asked breathlessly.

Who
was this girl? He didn't
rightly know, but he knew enough about fucking. “Which way were you expecting?”
He moved his thumb upward and smoothed it along her panties covering her pussy.
It was peculiar, to be sure, but he was still hard. He took a relieved breath.

She
could hardly speak. She wasn't told she would like it. “Where you get on top of
me and push inside. And you push and push until you empty inside me.”

He
slipped a finger under. Peculiar. Still hard. “That sounds about right.”

She
spread her legs slightly. She couldn't stop herself. It wasn't unpleasant at
all, and she had a lustful curiosity she worried might be sinful. “Is that what
you're going to do?”

“If
you wish.” He pushed a finger inside her. She was so wet.

Peculiar.

Still
fucking hard.

He
removed his finger and rolled on top of her. She spread her legs. He pressed
his erection against the hottest part of her. He wanted to feel how open she
was for him, to see what felt good, so he moved his hand down, and explored
every bit he could reach. He knew nothing about a cunt, nothing at all, but he
marveled at how wet she was. It was going to be so easy to slip inside. But, he
wanted to kiss her first. Properly.

The
small kiss they shared earlier had been nice enough, but he'd always wanted to
feel the intimacy of it, and certainly kissing wouldn't be terribly different.
Not that he would know. He pressed his forehead to hers and slotted their noses
together, and pressed his mouth to hers.

This
girl.

A
fucking
girl.

As
eager as she knew how to be. Wanting to please, but relieved she wanted him
like this. Pleased she wouldn't have to just lie there and take it.

He
might never desire her again after this, but he would be devoted. He would
fucking fake it if he had to. She would never hurt him. She would never be
ashamed of him. He'd craved such intimacies before, and she was the one under
him allowing it. Spreading for him.
Wanting
him. Letting him.

He
attacked her with his mouth. He gave her every bit of passion he'd had untapped
for Seth and for Martin, and he gifted it to her. It was only fair. They hadn't
really wanted him. They wanted his ass and his mouth, but they never wanted
him. Clara had spread herself for him. Was wet for him. He wanted inside her
desperately. He wanted to show his dick there would be no settling because
Clara, his beautiful bride, soft and fragrant, was giving herself to him.

He
broke away from her too sweet and pliant mouth, and sat up a bit, so he could
pull her panties down. She lifted her bottom for him and he could hear how
aroused she was, and her smell...her smell was nothing like Martin. It was
purer. Pure sex. Untainted by sin and shame and death. His dick
ached.

She
was all his. All his and he was hers and nobody would take her from him.

His
dick smacked against her wetly, and she made a strangled sound. He grabbed the
base of his cock and pushed, hoping to bury himself, but she was so wet, and he
continually slipped upwards, and she would buck and moan. “I'm not hurting you,
am I?”

“No,
no, no, not even close. I don't know what's
‒
just do it again, please,
”
she rambled.

He
wasn't even inside her. He didn't understand. He repeated the motion several
times, and each time she reacted even more desperately. He finally used his
other hand to find the source of her pleasure, and it was the strangest thing.
It was an erect little protrusion peeking out from between her slick folds.
Like a tiny little cock.

He
debated on turning on the lamp, but he was afraid she might try to cover herself.
And if he was honest, he wasn't sure if he'd be put off entirely. To feel her
and to smell her was something surprisingly arousing, and he didn't want to
distract from that.

But
maybe she tasted just as good as she smelled.

Jude
bent down and took it into his mouth. He was good with his mouth. He was
confident with his mouth. She tasted pleasant enough, and so far it was easier
on his jaw than having a mouth full of cock.

The
way she was pushing against his face made him even more curious about what he'd
be able to do. She was so soaked he could easily apologize and blame it on
ineptness if he offended her. She was just so far gone. He just wanted to touch
it, breech it just a bit, and see how easily he could slide his finger inside.
To see how far she would let him go.

He
pushed his middle finger inside her pussy to get it sufficiently wet, then
quickly moved it down, and he found the tightened bit of flesh and it provided
no give whatsoever. Her hips had stilled and he pet her entrance slowly, pressing
occasionally, and he continued to suck and tease her.

He
knew he should stop. She was being so accommodating and eager. He could ruin
that. He could
‒
“
I want to touch every part of
you. Will you let me?”

It
took her a second to answer, but he assumed she had nodded first. “Yes.”

It
was a short answer, but it was the answer he wanted. He worked his fingertip
in, which was the most difficult part, but he was in at the knuckle within a
second. She was clenching him, and it was so fucking tight.

He
gave her a few last strokes of his tongue that had her squeezing his head with
her thighs, and when her knees dropped to the bed, he pulled up, finger still
inside her ass, and he pushed his cock inside her. Successfully this time. She
was relaxed from her climax, and he was glad of it, because she was tighter
than he expected, and he knew it must have hurt just a bit. He knew it was
supposed to.