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The Brothers

By: GingerKajira



The two brothers sat facing each other on their mother's couch. The eldest, Nick, was set on convincing his not much younger but markedly different brother, Don about the usefulness of his new toy.. an e-cigarette. 

Across the room, Nick's girlfriend, Ginger was making occasional noises... sounds of obvious ridicule. Both brothers would glance her way which provided the perfect opportunity for her famous "eye roll." After one such taunt, she heard the conversation change... suddenly the redhead found herself the object of their attention.

"I'm not sure how you lasted this long without killing her, bro," Don laughed. Nick grinned.. but didn't laugh.. "Nah..I don't have to go to that much trouble ... she knows not to go too far.. " he looked over at Ginger catching her eye.. "Don't you, young lady?"

Ginger felt her stomach drop and her breath catch. Nick only called her "young lady" in his role as her Dom... and when he wanted her immediate submission. But that couldn't be right. His brother was right there in the room with them. Was he actually going to make her do this in front of another person... a person she saw every time she visited? Hardly able to breathe, Ginger looked up into her Master's waiting eyes, "um... yes?" she mumbled. 

His green eyes grew darker but the grin never left his lips. "Yes, what, young lady?"

And then she knew... he was really going to make her do it... right here in his mother's living room... right here in front of his brother. He was her Dom.. her Master.. she couldn't refuse him. Visibly humbled, her answer carried a tone of defeat. "Yes, Sir.... I know not to go too far."

Her eyes lowered immediately to a spot on the table in front of her as she waited for whatever he decided was to happen next.

And on the other side of the room a very shocked Don sat with his jaw dropped and his eyes wide. Looking first at the girl and then slowly turning to stare at his brother with a sense of awe and wonder. "How did you do that?" 

Nick's voice hadn't really changed and yet it seemed to have a deeper, richer quality to it... one that exuded confidence... and control. "Do what?"

Don laughed and shook his head back and forth quickly as if he were trying to shake off the image of what he'd just witnessed. "Come on... how'd you get her to... well.. act like that? You know.. so... meek... or subdued.. You know what I mean." Don sounded a bit exasperated at the last.

Nick looked his brother.. his dark eyes almost sparkling. "I think what you are referring to is how respectful our girl has become. And the answer to that is very simple. She knows what happens to little girls who don't show the proper respect to their... well... let's just say to the man in their life."

At that point Nick's brother truly was at a loss for words and yet was filled with questions. First, he knew his brother had been about to say something else before he changed his answer to "let's just say to the man.." but even greater was his desire to learn more about his brother's bizarre revelation. He seemed to be talking about his girlfriend as if she were basically a child who had to follow his directions and barring that face consequences of some kind that she obviously didn't like. It didn't seem real... but there she sat... quiet as a mouse. Then Don noticed how she seemed to be almost holding her breath.... her fingers traced each other as her hands sat in her lap... her gaze appeared locked to a spot on the table.. and a slow blush was rising to her cheeks. Don looked back to his brother. "So you're telling me that she does whatever you tell her to do. And she does this amazing thing because... why... because she doesn't want to make you upset... or she's just beamed in from the 50s where men ruled the household.. or what? Seriously, what could you possibly do to a grown woman to make her behave like that," he pointed to the visibly shrinking redhead, "when only minutes ago she was laughing at you and basically calling you an idiot?"

Nick sighed. "Alright. I don't usually discuss this with people because it's a very personal subject but I will today for two reasons. One.. you are my brother so I know you will respect Ginger's situation and keep this to yourself. And two.. Ginger pretty much brought this on herself. She knows how she is supposed to behave and she's been baiting and provoking me since we got here. I assume because she felt "safe" since you were here. And this is a good time to teach her a lesson about teasing the dragon." With that, Nick rose to his 6'2" height and looked straight at the trembling girl. "Ginger, come here." A small whimper was the only response he got. "Young lady, do I have to repeat myself?"

With that Ginger reluctantly stood and keeping her head bowed walked slowly over to stand beneath Nick's towering form. Her body was rigid.. her cheeks were bright red.. and tears were beginning to spill from her eyes. Nick lifted her chin with his finger... "Look at me. Now, because you chose to act like a spoiled little girl who didn't get her own way instead of the sweet, charming woman I know you can be you need to be punished. Do you understand?"

Ginger couldn't keep her eyes from darting between her Master's face to his brother's seated form. She whimpered audibly. "Please.. please don't make me do this.. I'm sorry.. I really am.. Can't we just do this when we get back home? I won't do it again. I promise." One sentence spilling into another.. Ginger seemed about to lose it when Nick put his finger to her lips. She quieted instantly.... Except for one more tiny whimper.

"That's enough hysterics, young lady. You are going to do what I tell you now.. here.. and then when we get home you and I are going to continue with this "discussion". And I am confident you know what I mean by that, don't you?" His tone brooked no disobedience. She answered immediately, if quietly, "Yes, Sir.. I know."

"Good girl. As for your punishment now I want you to look over and tell my brother the basic rules we have about respect.. and that includes telling him about the consequences for breaking those rules. And if he has any questions you will answer them truthfully and without hesitation. .. So, go ahead.. get started."

Ginger felt like her chest was going to explode... she really just wanted the floor to swallow her up... or that a miracle would make her invisible.. or simpler ..that she had just kept her mouth shut. But sometimes she couldn't help it.. she liked to play with him.. she loved it when his eyes grew dark and he got that rich tenor to his voice. But never had it happened like this before.. never had he reacted that way in front of another living soul. She always knew she could taunt and tease or even really disrespect him with arguments and cursing but the punishment would come when they were home... alone. This time she stood silently crying in front of her Master's brother and even his demeanor had changed. He was no longer surprised.. joking.. now he had taken on a much more serious look.. strange.. it looked almost like a hunger. His eyes were intent on her when she dared look into them. She jumped when she felt her Master's hand on her shoulder.. fingers close to her neck. "Um, I have certain rules I follow to show my...um.. Nick.. how I respect him and serve him. I never call him disrespectful names and address him as Sir when I'm supposed to. And I can argue with him but about things like politics and education but not about things that are about us."

"Alright.. that's a good place to stop for the rules. Now tell Don what happens when you break those rules... and remember to be honest."

Ginger felt totally defeated. She couldn't believe how embarrassed she was and yet totally unable to stop herself from complying with his words. "When I break a little rule, Nick usually gives me a warning and if I quit then it's okay. But if I keep going I know I'll get punished so I remember the rule better next time..." 

Before Ginger could continue, Don shot out the question she feared the most, "What's the punishment?"

Her answer was barely audible. "I get spanked."

Her mortification was complete... or so she thought. Don had already surmised her response by all that had occurred thus far and now he was consumed with questions. Nick took this opportunity to sit back in his place on the couch.. relaxing with his ankle crossed over his knee, while his girlfriend stood meekly ahead of him, sharing her most private thoughts with what amounted to basically a stranger to her.. and she did it at his behest. He watched carefully her reactions and his brother's. He would put an end to it if it became too much for Ginger.. but for now the lesson he was teaching was sending the exact message it needed to convey. Actions have consequences and sometimes those consequences are swift... but always they are of his choosing.

Don started right away. "You get spanked? Like a little kid?"

"Yes." Her response was soft spoken as all of her responses had become. With each answer to Don, Ginger's acquiescence to Nick became deeper... more complete.

"And how does he do it? ...spank you, I mean.."

Short silence... the struggle to answer honestly was written on her face. "um... it depends.... on what I've done... and how he wants to punish me..."

Don appeared almost impatient. Sitting on the edge of the couch, gazing slightly up into the redhead's embarrassed features. He looked over to an extremely relaxed Nick, "Can she sit down again so I don't have to keep looking up at her?"

Nick found it interesting that his brother asked him instead of directing the request to Ginger. It pleased him. He thought for a moment about the situation at hand. This might be the perfect opportunity to take his sub to a new level of submission.. one that he knew she craved and feared simultaneously. Decision made he stood again and turned Ginger to face him.

"You know you are making me very proud right now... the way you are doing as you're told even though I know it's very difficult for you to do. Do you like making your Master proud of you?"

She didn't even flinch at his use of his title. "Yes, sir, I want you to be proud of me."

"Good girl. Then let my brother see the best place a girl can be to show her Master how she respects and submits to him."

Ginger immediately dropped to her knees in front of Nick. Her neck muscles strained as she continued to look into his face, drawing strength from his gaze. 

"Very good girl... " He ran his fingers over her cheek and across her lips. She kissed their tips.

Don thought he had witnessed it all ...but this... this was beyond anything he might have imagined. His brother controlled this girl... her actions.. even her thoughts it seemed. The younger brother was speechless. He had always known his brother had a way with women but this was something else... unbelievable. And the next words from his brother amazed him even more.

"Now I want my slave to make me more proud than she ever has before. Can you do that?"

"Yes, sir... I'll try to make you proud of me."

"Good girl. What I want you to do is stay in position but turn to my brother... and for as long as I say I want you to listen to and obey him as you would me... with the exception that you will not call him Master.. I am the only Master you will ever have or need. But instead you will show respect by addressing him as Sir. Do you understand?"

Ginger's emotions were warring within her. She was embarrassed.. humiliated.. at the picture she had of herself kneeling in this room.. meekly submitting to every command... in plain view of a man she hardly knew. But also she felt more secure.. more complete than she ever had before... she was not only being put in her place but more importantly she was being shown off there... like he was proud to have her at his feet. And it was this latter feeling that gave her the strength she needed to continue.

"Yes, Master. I understand... and I'll do whatever you wish me to.." Then she turned on her knees to face her Master's brother.

The Brothers Ch. 02



Don looked amazed at the woman kneeling in front of his chair. This woman who from all he knew of her was well educated and very self-sufficient and yet was here in this room on her knees with her head bowed and allowing herself to be referred to as a slave. Even more amazing was the fact that she seemed very proud to be a slave... a slave to his older brother. And now, it seemed, she was totally at Don's own disposal... to do with as he wished.

Don looked over to his brother who was once again seated comfortably in the armchair across the room. Nick was staring at the girl and he has such a look of open pride and love on his face that Don recognized immediately that this thing was real between the two of them. And with that realization came another. He would never break his brother's trust.. not about his very special relationship with Ginger and not now either. A slave she might be... but she was not his slave... not his to play with nor to discipline. She belonged entirely to his brother.

"That's okay, Nick. I believe you. I believe you both. But she's yours and whatever you think she needs to do or however you think she needs to behave is all that matters." 

As Don spoke he noticed Ginger's breath slowly leave her body as if she was able to relax once again. Nick nodded his head in acceptance of his brother's words.

"You're a good brother, Don, and I respect your choice just like I knew you'd be the one to respect the way Ginger and I choose to live."

Don responded quickly, "Well, sure, I know this is something you two don't want getting out and even though I'm totally freaked by this I swear I won't tell a soul, bro." Nick laughed. "Totally freaked? Really? You've known me since you were born and you've watched me my entire life. Does it really surprise you that I'd want to be the person in control not only in my life but in the lives of people I love?"

Don thought for a moment. "No.. that part doesn't surprise me at all. You've always been a control freak." 

Nick smiled but said nothing. He could tell his little brother had more to say.

Don spoke the next few sentences quickly and to the point of running out of breath. He knew if he didn't say it fast he wouldn't have the courage to say it at all. 

"To be honest the part that freaks me is the mental picture of you spanking her... you know.. like dad used to spank us. I don't know. It just seems so weird that she'd let you do it. And then I wonder if it really is like when dad did us or maybe it's more like on those old comedy shows when Ricky half pulled Lucy over his lap and slapped her butt a few times with her making howling sounds even though everybody knew it didn't really hurt." 

The Dom seemed to consider his brother's words before asking a question that left Don unable to speak.

"Would you like to see it?"

When Don just sat with a questioning look on his face, Nick continued. His voice took on an edge.. not one of cruelty exactly but definitely one of darkness. Kneeling on the floor between the two men, Ginger whimpered. 

"Since Ginger chose to demonstrate her disrespect in front of you it seems to me she should be punished in the same manner. It will serve to teach her an invaluable lesson so in a way you'd be doing me a great favor if you agree."

It was difficult to read Don's face. At first he seemed shocked at the proposal but then his eyes seemed to darken like his brother's did when he became serious. He looked first at the redhead who was still kneeling only inches from his boots. His gaze rested upon her bowed head and he noticed the trembling in her arms.. her palms resting on her knees. He looked then into the face of his older brother. A face which held no anger but also no humor. 

Don's mind was spinning about the pros and cons but in the end he knew of nothing on this earth he wanted more than to see what his brother had offered. A nod of his head brought Nick into action.

"Ginger, crawl to your Master... now."

His voice was strong and allowed for no disobedience in response. Ginger knew better than to hesitate. The situation was already bad and she didn't want to make it any worse for herself so she immediately turned her body and made her way across the floor to her Master's feet where she stopped and bowed her head until it touched the floor in front of him.

"Young lady, with your disrespectful behavior tonight you have earned both corner time and my belt. You have five minutes to make yourself ready and be in position in the corner next to my mother's piano. Go."

She didn't move. She couldn't move. She must have heard him wrong. She looked timidly up into his face before she knew for sure that it was true. He wanted this of her. He demanded this of her. In this place where his brother watched and his mother's piano sat as a silent reminder that her Master was in control regardless of their surroundings. 

The sobs didn't erupt until she reached the bathroom at the end of the hall. 

Ginger sat on the white porcelain trying to stem the flow of her tears at the same time as she emptied her bladder. The sub had learned long ago that it was best not to have to go to the bathroom in the middle of one of Master's whippings. She remembered his lesson of making her continue feeling the slap of his belt as a small puddle formed on the tile beneath her feet. She'd had to clean the floor on her hands and knees with a bucket of hot soapy water and a sponge but not allowed to clean the dried urine on her own legs until the punishment was finally over. After putting away the bucket and tossing the sponge in the trash she'd had to stand for corner time... her ass striped red and the smell of her misdeed a constant reminder of her little girl status whenever she misbehaved. 

The memory of that time spurred Ginger on so that this new punishment would hold no further humiliation than what was already coming to her. She removed her pale green Life Is Good cotton top with the drawing of a pair of flip flops under the V-shaped neckline, folded it neatly, and placed it on the counter top. On top of the shirt she placed her white laced bra. Finally she removed her faded Levis and slid them under the little pile of clothing which now signified the difference between the woman she had entered this house as and the slave she was now forced to show herself to be because her Master demanded it.

Eyes focused directly ahead of her, Ginger entered the living room once again. She wanted to run to her assigned spot but knew that wasn't allowed. She walked head bowed toward the corner by the piano. Her naked body was protected from two pair of alpha male eyes only by arms draped over her breasts as her hands were clasped at her waist and a pair of yellow panties with tiny red hearts all over. Finally reaching her destination, Ginger lowered her panties to her thighs, reclasped her hands at her waist, and stared at a single point where two walls came together.

Corner time had two goals. One was to give her time to reflect upon her misdeeds so she could apologize correctly for them and the other was solely to embarrass her. Nick was a very effective Master with a keen mind. He had learned that one of Ginger's greatest desires and needs was to be punished in ways that for others would destroy their self esteem. With Ginger, humiliation used properly led her to a strong sense a security and love so it became an integral part of their interactions. 

The men in the room had followed the woman's movement through the room with very different facial expressions. Don's jaw dropped open and his eyes widened at the sight. Nick was stoic but his eyes shown with pride.

Don watched expectantly as his brother rose from his chair and walked over to stand at Ginger's back placing his right hand on the back of her head. He leaned in and whispered something into her ear. She replied though again in a voice so low Don couldn't make out the words. Nick's hand then moved lower to rest for a second on the girl's behind causing her to jump slightly. Finally, he went back to his chair where he sat, crossed his ankle over his knee, and looked back to Don once again.

"We have a few minutes before she can leave the corner." 

Nick's smile reminded Don of a phrase he'd heard about men having a wolfish grin. Nick definitely resembled a wolf to his brother at this moment. And that made the nearly naked woman in the corner someone like Little Red Riding Hood. Don smiled at his own silent joke and wondered if he was supposed to play the woodsman with the ax coming to the little girl's rescue or if he'd rather be another wolf. He was leaning toward the wolf suggesting the brothers were closer than even they themselves thought.

Don was barely listening as his brother started talking about a mutual acquaintance who'd moved out of town years before but had recently returned. He nodded and mumbled a few "uh-huhs" but mostly he kept looking over to the naked girl in the corner. Her red hair falling in curls past her shoulders contrasted visibly with her pale skin. And, of course, the rolled yellow panties brought focus to her full buttocks which soon would be the object of his brother's wrath.

While Ginger had been out of the room his brother had openly shared information about his duties and Ginger's in their power exchange lifestyle. Nick explained that his role was to support his girlfriend's strengths while helping her to diminish her areas of weakness which included her tendency to speak without thinking first of the consequences. He told how much he loved her and wanted only to give her what she needed to feel like she belonged with him forever. And though Don and many other people might not agree the things they did they were, in fact, exactly what both she and he needed to be happy.

Nick realized his brother was no longer listening to him. He noted the furtive looks toward Ginger's naked backside. He didn't blame Don. How could he? If their places had been reversed he'd be the one who was mesmerized by all that was happening. But their roles were what they were and Nick had a job to finish. He didn't take any enjoyment from causing pain to his girl but he knew it was what she needed and, truth be told, it was what she wanted. She didn't like the pain but she craved the physical interaction and the emotional closeness a spanking brought to her with her Master. And so it was what he gave her. "Come here, young lady. Stand in front of your Master and tell him what rules you've broken tonight."

Ginger's emotions were in turmoil. Of course she was afraid of what her Dom was going to do with her next but she was also feeling very guilty about being such a brat in front of his brother. And then there was that new piece to add to her emotional chaos. His brother was watching even now. For the first time in her life she was being watched by an outsider while being punished. She was already standing naked in his full view and soon he'd see her bent over and being spanked. The humiliation was almost overwhelming. And then she remembered what Nick had whispered in her ear when he placed her in the corner. 

Very quietly he'd said, "You have made me so proud of you tonight. I could not love you any more than I do right now."

She heard him call to her. She was determined not to fail him so she turned from what seemed like her safe place in the corner and walked to her Master's seated form keeping her panties above her knees as she proceeded. 

"Tell me and also my brother, young lady, what has brought us to this place tonight with you standing first naked in a corner and now in front of me like a bad, little girl. And remember to speak clearly so that everyone can hear you."

Ginger tried to swallow but her mouth was dry as a desert. "Yes, Sir. This girl is here being punished because she kept saying bad things about her Master and even cursing at him after he'd warned her to stop. And she did it in front of somebody else too which was even more disrespectful... Sir." Her eyes dropped to a button on his shirt though she was proud she'd been able to hold his gaze while she'd been going over her misdeeds. 

"Correct. And you already know the punishment for being disrespectful to me is the belt." Nick rose but watched the shudder pass over his girlfriend's body as he spoke the word "belt." It was the one instrument she feared most of all and yet the one she had asked for the first time he'd disciplined her years ago. 

"I want you to bend over the arm of the chair and hold onto the other arm. Spread your legs and keep your hands where they belong, young lady, or I'll have to ask my brother to hold them down so you don't get a broken finger. Do you understand?"

A very subdued Ginger nodded and whispered, "Yes, Sir," as she assumed the position she'd been told to take. 

She heard the metal clinking of her Master's belt buckle being undone and the swoosh of leather being pulled through the loops of his jeans. This she was used to and the next sound she expected to her was a loud smack to be followed immediately by her own gasp but instead she heard her Master's voice. "Don, can you see well enough over there? Why don't you come closer? After all she was breaking the rules and laughing about it and using you as her protector. I think it's fair you should see everything that happens instead of just what she wanted you to see. As a matter of fact, since she was really using you and thus disrespecting you as well you might just need to take an active part in the discipline too. You can decide, of course, but after I'm finished I will offer you the opportunity to deliver a few stripes across our girl's backside yourself."

Ginger didn't have time to fully comprehend what she'd just heard or note if the targeted audience of the speech was moving closer. All she had time to consider was the explosion of pain that swept across her bare ass cheeks all the way to her hip. The belt came down time after time and always it seemed to find a new place to inflict pain. Her fingers dug tightly into the cloth of the chair's arm though the need to let them fly backward and protect her poor welted skin was growing intense. The only thing that held her in check was the threat of having to look up and see her possible future brother holding her naked body still while she was being whipped.

The apologies and begging started after the fourth stripe had been applied though they were sometimes unintelligible being interrupted always by yelps and sobs.

To Don this night had been filled with one surprise after the next and each was bigger than the one before. He had been introduced to the intimate aspects of his brother's personal life, he'd watched a grown woman turn from a brat into a well-behaved slave, he'd seen that same woman standing naked in a corner without speaking for ten minutes, and now he was watching his brother apply his belt to her very red and obviously hurting butt. 

The most surprising thing of all for Nick's younger brother came from within himself. He wasn't appalled. He didn't want to make it all stop or walk out the door so he couldn't see it anymore. It was as if he was hypnotized. He didn't know if he had it within himself to control another human being the way Nick did but he knew he was fascinated by the sight of it.

Nick listened intently to the sounds his girlfriend was making and at the same time paid special attention to the hot looking welts appearing across her bottom and the backs of her thighs. With discipline there always came a moment when the receiver finally became truly repentant. Ginger tended to start crying and begging him to stop as soon as he started. Her tears were real but her level of remorse wasn't deep or even true. That came much later and with many more marks of the belt applied. He knew his girlfriend and he was well aware that she generally thought she was right even when she wasn't. It took a bit of effort on his part and more than a bit of crying on hers for her to truly become aware of her errors. 

Finally Nick heard it. A soul wrenching sob and his girlfriend's body relaxed totally into the chair. He had achieved his goal. At this point further punishment would be only for his own needs. And he did have one further need to fulfill. One that in the end would benefit Ginger as well.

Nick extended his hand and the leather it held toward Don. "It's your turn, brother. I believe three stripes should make the point to our little girl that you, too, must be respected."

Don hesitated a moment but finally took the folded ends of the belt into his own hand. The leather was warm from being held so tightly and for so long. He noted its weight and length. No wonder it left such marks on unprotected skin. 

The brothers changed places around the crying girl and Don took a deep breath as he raised the belt as he'd seen his brother and his father before him do. His swing was full and determined to hit its mark. On impact, the belt made a cracking sound followed by another weak sob from Ginger. He wasn't sure he wanted to continue but he also didn't want to look weak in front of his brother. Two more times he delivered blows that left individual red welts which interweaved with more than a dozen others on the girl's skin. He stopped and gave the belt back to Nick with a deep breath and nod.

Nick lifted Ginger from her draped position and slid her onto his lap. Her cries sounded so forlorn against his chest. He hugged her close to his body while whispering reassurances into her ear. "It's okay, baby. Everything's forgiven. It's all over now. Daddy loves you." Over and over again he said these things until the cries grew quieter until they were finally stilled. 

"Is my little girl ready to go home now?" 

"Yes, Sir. Can I get dressed first?"

Nick laughed. She asked the question in complete earnestness. After discipline Ginger was the picture of ultimate obedience. 

"I think that would be best. Hurry up and we'll watch some tv before bed when we get home."

Her face broke into a brilliant smile. "I love you, Sir!" She kissed his cheek quickly and then raced off down the hall to the bathroom and her waiting wardrobe.

"Young lady.. I think you forgot something."

She stopped mid-step and turned with a look that held a trace of fear until she saw Nick's fingers holding up her yellow panties which had been dropped from their place at her knees much earlier. 

A slow blush spread over her face as Ginger came back into the room much more slowly than when she'd left it a moment ago. Reminded of her punishment, she became more demure and even a little embarrassed again at being naked in front of the men. She thanked her Master, took the panties, and left the room a second time in as many minutes but this time with her hands folded over her breasts. 

She used the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door to view the red stripes left by Nick... and also by his brother. That little detail was still too new to have digested fully. She dressed slowly and with more than a few grimaces, washed the traces of tears and ruined make up from her face, and then prepared herself mentally to leave the private sanctum of the bathroom. 

Her life was forever changed. Her Master had made it fully and intimately known to another that she was his... mind, soul, and body. On the one hand it filled her with joy to know he loved her that much. It also meant they had shared a secret that could never be taken back. For the rest of their lives she would never be able to visit this house or look Nick's brother in the eye again without imagining what he was seeing. Her. Lying naked over a chair being whipped with his brother's belt. 

A blush rose into her cheeks at the thought. She was sure it would never leave again.



The Brother's Wife



1630 AD

"Your freezing, Sean." Moya cried as he stepped through the door of the small cottage. 

Sean was dripping wet from the spring rain. His clothing clung to him, as he shivered violently. "Get your clothes off and stand by the fire." She ordered.

"I'm...F...F...fine." Sean protested. He was moving rapidly across the small room. He knelt by the fire trying to feel its warmth. Ice cold hands tried to straighten from gripping the handle of the plow for hours.

"I swear, you're almost as big of an idiot as your brother. What were you doing out in that?" She was in front of him trying to tug his shirt off.

His hands slapped at hers in an attempt to knock her hands away. "The f...f...field needed p...plowing. My brother certainly won't d...do it." Sean could barely grip the edge of his rough woolen shirt.

Moya pulled his shirt off and tossed it near the fire. Her hands went to his trousers. Sean eyes bulged. "S...stop that, w...woman." 

"I swear Sean, you are dumber than your brother. You need to get out of all your clothing before you catch your death of cold." Before he could answer, she had shoved him to his back and began to pull his pants off. His underwear started to come down with it. He scrambled to keep some of his dignity.

Moya laughed at the young man's embarrassment. "Don't you think I've seen of one of those before? I'm your brother's wife."

"Aye, you're my brother's wife. You can see his, all you want." Sean was glaring at his sister. "Get me a blanket." His voice was angry

She turned and headed for a trunk in bedroom. Returning with a large quilt, she wrapped it around his shoulders as he hunched as close to the fire as possible. "Take those damn things off, boy." 

The hard glare he gave her over his shoulder made her laugh again. Standing, he slipped out of his underwear and wrapped the blanket tightly around him. Moya knelt behind him, as he seemed to be trying to climb in the fire. She was rubbing his back roughly to try and get his blood flowing again. Water dripped from his dark hair. Standing, she grabbed a rough cotton towel and began to dry his shoulder length black hair.

"I'm not a child, woman." His voice was filled with annoyance.

"Are you sure? You seem to be acting like one. Spending the day in the driving rain. Acting like you're the first man I've seen naked. You're the definition of a child." She was teasing him. It was an easy thing to do.

"You're an aggravating women, Moya. Where is that worthless brother of mine, anyway?" He was beginning to feel the warmth creep into his bones. "Off to the pub, where do you think?" Came her exasperated answer.

Sean growled. He was stuck with a worthless drunken older brother. Tomas had inherited the five-acre farmstead when their father had died. Law declared that the oldest got everything. The ass didn't even know how to farm, let alone, how to stay sober for more than a day. 

"That's great, but what should I expect. And you think I'm the dumbest?" He shook his head and sat down with his legs crossed. Moya sat down next to him as they face one another. She wrapped her arm around his chest and lay her head on his shoulder. His shivers were only randomly moving across his body. His teeth had stopped chattering. "Better?"

"Aye." His voice was low. 

They sat there for ten minutes, her head resting lightly against him. He simply breathed into her hair. The smell of bread and wood smoke hit his nostrils. Finally, Moya raised her head and pushed back from him. His head came up from where it had been against hers. She turned her eyes to him and saw that his were lowered. He was looking down the front of her simple cotton dress.

Sean's eyes raised. He saw Moya's curious green eyes looking at him. His hand came up and tangled into her long red hair. Sean noticed that her breathing had gotten shallow, her eyes were large. The humor and curiously had left them in an instant. His hand slipped down and ran across the top of her exposed breasts.

Moya jumped from his icy touch and then she shoved him on his back and was on top of him. Her lips were hot against his. She felt his arms gripping the fold of her dress and then they pulled down the top to free her breasts. He rolled her over and broke free from her kiss. His mouth found her left breast. She was the one shivering now. 

Sean rose up to his knees and looked down at his brother's wife. His heart was racing. Her breasts were as perfect as he had imagined. They just barely escaped his hand as he held them. The nipples jutted up at him, tiny goosebumps were everywhere. Her skin was the color of ivory. Tiny freckles appeared over her breasts. He had gazed at them for more than a year now. His hands slid to her legs and began to pull her dress up to expose her legs. 

Moya watched his blue eyes, as he seemed mesmerized with her chest. She had known that he was shy around her lately. His eyes seemed to avoid hers, slipping away to stare at the ground. It wasn't like him. They had been good friends. They had lived under the same roof for more than three years. Now, she realized why he had been trying to avoid her. Her legs came up with his touch. 

His fingertips glided along the back of her leg, causing Moya to sigh. The noise seemed to stop Sean. His eyes came up to look at her face. He saw the warm smile on her face. Her lips were parted slightly, inviting him to kiss her. 

"You're my brother's wife." His voice was sad. 

Painfully slow, He stood and walked to his room. Moya lay there staring at his bedroom door. Her hand on her breast, where his lips had been. "Damn." She whispered. She lay there for another five minutes trying to control her breathing. 

For the next three weeks, she barely ever saw Sean. Nor did she see much of Tomas. She imagined, he had a cot in the pub, that or some strumpet's bed was available. At the moment she had no right to harp on him. Her mind kept replaying the feel of Sean's lips and hands on her body. From time to time, she would catch her hands sliding across the skin that Sean had touched. 

Tomas was at the pub as the rain began to fall. There was no way the louse would be coming home anytime soon. Moya found Sean in the barn. He was working on a bit of leather for a harness. His eyes saw the movement as Moya entered the barn. Her red hair was drenched, hanging tight against her thin floral dress. It was her turn to shiver from the cold. Sean just smiled at the woman as she stared at him. Her eyes were large, pleading.

Standing, he walked to her and looked her in the eyes as she wrapped her arms around her body to try and control her shivering. "You're gonna have to strip this time, woman." 

He turned and headed to the back where he had a blanket. More and more he had been sleeping in the barn. The temptation was too much for him. He couldn't trust his actions. Returning, he stopped. Moya was completely naked. His eyes dropped to the perfect curve of her hips and the thick red hair between her legs. Her skin was even paler from the cold. When he wrapped the blanket around her, he was shaking almost as bad as she was. 

Her green eyes were focused on his. "Please," she whispered through chattering teeth.

She was tugging at his shirt, trying to lift it, but her hands were too cold. His eyes flashed hot as he tried to fight the urges he'd had for almost two years. The urges won. His arms encircled her and lifted her from the ground. Turning, he walked to where a pile of straw was and tossed her on it. Moya watched as he stripped naked as quickly as he could. 

The muscles of his arms and legs were larger than she remembered. Hours of cutting peat from the bogs had given him strength. His black hair was wavy and hung to his shoulders. Her eyes drifted over his wide chest and flat stomach, until she got to his cock. It was standing straight up. It seemed to jump slightly with every heartbeat. 

His eyes were focused between her legs as she spread them for him. In an instant he was on top of her, his mouth on hers. She felt his tongue dive deep into her mouth as tiny fiery threads ran down her spine. His hands were rough as he pulled her legs up against his sides. Hot desperate lips found her breasts and then his hands gripped them. She rolled her hips upward when his mouth found her inner thigh. His tongue darted across her lips, sending pangs of jagged shudders through her.

Sean's fingers were inside her twisting and sliding against her. His tongue and lips suckled her clit. Her shivers were long forgotten as her stomach began to burn and gyrate. He slid up her body and drove his hips into her. The force of years of desire struck them both. He couldn't stop himself from grunting. "Damn, woman."

His desperate pleading groan finished her. She felt a massive release as her belly convulsed against him. Moya stretched out her arms as she lost control of her body. It twitched and spasmed. Her shivers were gone instantly, as she seemed to be on fire from the inside out. Goosebumps were everywhere. 

With her eyes closed and a happy smile on her face, she felt him rocking against her. Her knees came up to let him go as deep as he could. His lips were against her ear. Her fingers were trying to find a place to grip, but his skin was too muscled for that. His breath came out in a gust as his body shook. Moya felt warmth spread inside her. He gripped her head in his hands as his lips came back to hers. 

She was laughing as she hugged him tight. "Roll over." She instructed him. "You're not done with me."

Obeying, Sean looked up at her as she straddled him. Her breast hung nicely, as she began to gyrate against him. His eyes couldn't leave her breasts as they swayed and bounced with her movements. Fingertips gently ran across the sides of her knees. They both felt him quickly hardening again. Their eyes met and both smiled. 

This time she was the one desperate to find her pleasure in him. He rose up and wrapped a hand around her waist to help pull her into him. She bit his shoulder as she felt the familiar surge begin between her legs. Her nails scraped against his spine as her vagina tightened to him. She relaxed, her body completely spent in one giant surge of energy. Her breath was gliding across his shoulder in soft plumes of warmth.

He let her rest for a bit, before he turned her to her back and lay on top of her. His fingers moved her beautiful red hair from her face. Soft lips kissed her cheek. His fingers running along her side. 

She was looking into his eyes as he spoke. "Are you done with me now?" There was a taunting quality to his voice. His hips were slowly quickening their rhythm as his cock slid in and out.

Her arms wrapped around him as she laughed happily in his ear. "Never."

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