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The Brother's Wife Ch. 02

By: luvthedesserts



The spring planting had been finished. Rain clouds continued to roll over the countryside. Within a week tiny shoots of green would begin to pop up. Two acres had been designated for potatoes, the rest for barley and corn. 

Sean worked harder than ever to finish his work. Only rarely did his brother, Ian, appear. He would only find his way back when he ran out of money or the crops were being sold. For the time, it was a perfect arrangement.

He was hoeing some weeds at the edge of the property. Near him was a tiny grove of trees that hid a spring. It was the purest and cleanest water Sean had ever tasted. The spring was what had kept him working so hard over the years. He couldn't imagine someone else finding the tiny trickle of water. It was his favorite spot in the world

"Lunch time." Moya's voice brought his head up from the ground. 

She was standing watching him. Her hand on her hip, holding a tiny burlap sack. A faded quilt was tucked under her other arm. Her smile told him exactly what the quilt was for. The eyes she aimed at him were hungry. "Aye, food would be nice." He said, his smile growing, a nervous tickle ran down his spine.

Dropping the hoe at his feet, he walked to the edge of the field towards the trees. Moya walked quietly beside him. Their day in the barn was three days in the past, three days of awkward silence. Moya was tormented with the fact that she had been unfaithful, Sean, with the fact that he had betrayed his brother. He knew he would continue to do it every chance he got. That was the thing he couldn't forgive. 

Moya handed him the burlap sack as she began to spread out the blanket. His eyes watched her ass as she bent down. Her green eyes turned to see him staring, an odd smile creasing her lip. She knelt and pretended to smooth the blanket, letting him see straight down her dress. As innocent as she could, she looked up at him. "Aren't you hungry?" She had to purse her lips to prevent herself from laughing at him.

All Sean could do was shake his head. 

"Is something else on your mind?" Moya teased.

Sean dropped the sack at his feet. His biceps flexed to try and control the urges that had already built up too far. "Aye. You."

She pulled her legs under the folds of the dress and leaned back to rest on a hand. Her red hair falling over her shoulder. "What about me?" 

He narrowed his eyes. The blood in his veins seemed to be racing straight to his cock. Her eyes noticed the bulge. It caused her to swallow and then let a smile envelop her face. Instead of speaking, he simply pulled his shirt off. His eyes never left hers. He saw her chest rise with a larger than normal intake of breath. His boots were kicked off and then his pants fell to the ground. 

Moya swallowed again, the teasing was over. Her belly was already awash with butterflies. She had thought of nothing else for three days. Waiting every night for the door to open and Sean to walk into the cottage. He hadn't, instead he had stayed in the barn. It had been agonizing. The ache between her legs grew more and more each night. She quickly stood, and let her dress slide down her body. She kicked it to the edge of the quilt and knelt. 

Sean knelt in front of her, their knees touching. The two let their eyes scan each other's bodies. Moya could see that his muscles were drawn tight against his chest, his breathing shallow. His hands slowly moved to brush across her legs. Neither knew which one moved first, but they raised up and met. Their bodies collided, their lips crashing, and their hands pulling each other tighter, desperate for one another.

His hands gripped her ass as his tongue moved against hers. Both were breathing into each other. Her nails sliding down his spine. She felt herself lifted from the ground, putting her hands back, she fell backwards to the ground. His hands slid to the back of her knees, keeping them in the air. He watched as her eyes fell to his cock, her hands reaching to caress her breasts. Pulling her legs straight, he held them against his chest. Reaching for her hand, he pulled it down her body and between her legs. 

Through heavy lids, she smiled up at him. She saw her legs widen and his eyes fall to where her hand began to tease herself. Her fingers spread her lips, letting them move and thread around her delicate digits. The other hand ran across one nipple and then the other. A chuckle escaped as she saw his eyes get large and his jaw clench tight. Flatting her labia, she slid a finger inside herself and arched her hips up at him. 

It was too much. Sean crashed against her. He didn't even care that she was laughing at him. His lips were on her breast, his hand pulling her leg around him as he pushed into her. He couldn't help himself. There was no gentleness to him. Her hands tugged at his hair, trying to pull him up so that she could taste his mouth. His toes dug into the blanket, trying desperately to get more traction. 

Moya's red lips parted easy for him, she didn't have a choice, his tongue was demanding. She had never known such passion, such hunger, it was exhilarating. Her head was buzzing from the force of him. She already felt the shivers of fire running down her spine trying to meet him as his body collided with hers. Her hands dug into his hips, pulling him harder against her. She broke free from his kiss, her lungs craving air. They returned instantly, needing his tongue, panicking that he would never kiss her again. 

Her eyes opened to the green canopy above, she saw sunlight streaming through the branches, and then her world exploded. Massive tremors slid down the shaft of his cock and vibrated through her. Her head fell back, as her limbs went numb. Every muscle seemed to tremble in a hot sputtering convulsion and then time brought her back to earth. 

Sean felt her body tense and tumble. The vibrations around his cock almost stopped his heart. He saw the shocked expression and then saw it change to the most relaxed smile of happiness he had ever seen. And then he felt the release of all his frustrations, all his pent up need. It emptied his belly in a massive flight as his ass tensed and the most amazing feeling rushed through his cock.

He lay on top of her, his head resting on her shoulder. Her hands played a long his sides. Sean was finally happy. His world was perfect at this very moment. He didn't want to move. He didn't ever want to move. The spring air was cooling the sweat that ran down his spine, but the heat that still surrounded his dick was heaven.

"Why haven't you come to the house?" Moya's voice was soft, curious.

Raising his head, he looked into the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. "Because, I'd be in your bed."

Moya wrinkled her nose at him. "That's where I want you."

Sean's eyes narrowed. "It's not my bed, it's Ian's."

His words shook her. The reality of her life crashed in on her. Her entire body seemed to groan at the mention of her husband, his brother. "What do we do?" 

"I don't know. I can't stop this. It's all I think about. If I don't leave the farm, this is...this is all we'll do. I'll continue to dishonor you."

Moya shook her head. "This isn't dishonoring me. You're perfect. You can't leave me. I need you. I need this." She wrapped her arms tight around him and pressed herself against his chest. "I'll come to you, to your bed. Just, stay in the cottage. I need to feel you close...please."

Sean rolled until she was on top of him. His hands threading through the cascade of red hair falling over him. Her desperate pleading eyes bored into him. He smiled a lopsided grin and nodded. His fingers moved to the back of her neck and pulled with gentle pressure. Their lips were softer this time, the need temporarily satisfied. 

Moya began to slide against him. Her knees pulled up, her pelvis pushing into his. She could feel the slight roll of her clit against him. Their pubic hair pulled against one another. His hands gripped her head tight, his lips and tongue moving with hers. She reached down and pulled his cock straight and then pressed down to wrap her labia around it. It was growing rapidly. 

Pushing up, he pulled her legs around him. She lifted herself as he guided his cock back inside her. They were pressed tight to each other, legs and arms encircling. Only their hips moved in a gentle rocking. Their eyes locked together, both smiling. He could feel her nipples sliding against the sweat of his skin. Her red lips parted letting her breath dance along his cheek. 

He saw the smile grow as she pushed away from him, slowly lowering her body until she was on her back, and her legs straightening behind him. The pull of his cock hurt slightly and then relaxed. She slowly began to flex her hips. His eyes were locked on the pink lips wrapped around his cock, slowly moving in and out. Licking his suddenly dry lips, he put his arms behind him and began to push into her. The gasp of pleasure it caused made him increase his movements. 

Moya could feel the aching pull of him as he slid into her. It sent a sensation rolling through like none other she had ever felt. The pressure of his cock pulled tight to the upper wall of her vagina sent shivers down her spine. Over and over, tiny tremors struck her. The building pressure inside was growing faster. Her stomach was tight, pulling her shoulders off the ground. 

Sean watched as Moya's face went through a series of emotions. He had memorized them all over the years. Today he saw a new one. He could only guess that it was rapture. It was a combination of pleasurable shock and amazement. He was doing something right, he thought to himself. Sean looked at her tight pale skin as she stretched out before him. He watched, as her stomach seemed to roll. He felt her insides tremble again as her eyes closed. He could see her eyes moving rapidly under her closed lids. The scream that flew from her lips was followed by a girlish laugh and then tears began to fall down her cheeks. He could only stare as her body slowed and then relaxed. 

Lunch took two hours to get to. He ate the small piece of meat pie as Moya stared at him. Her smile barely showing at the corner's of her lips. His cheeks colored slightly at the attention. After five minutes of silence, he couldn't take it anymore. "What?"

Moya's smile grew. "What?"

"What are you staring at? What are you thinking about?" He said, a bit flabbergasted. 

"I don't know, just you. The things you can do to me. I've never known that it could feel quite like that." She said, beginning to blush.

Sean smiled at her embarrassment. "What exactly does it feel like?" 

She grunted and straightened up. She could feel a massive rush of heat on her cheeks. "Never mind about that." She didn't want him see her so turned upside down for him. "You have work to do, don't you? You should get back to it."

He watched as she scurried about folding the quilt and grabbing the burlap sack next to him. His smile was curious as he wondered what had caused the mood swing. 

She turned to leave as he spoke softly. "Moya?" 

Moya turned to face him, her body tense. She didn't' know why she was panicking. "What?" Her voice was agitated.

He took two steps to stand in front of her, brushing her wild red hair away from her face, he kissed her cheek lightly. "Thank you for lunch." His lips moved to her ear. "Every bit of it was delicious." His hands held her hips as she leaned into him. He felt her body relax. "Will dinner be as good?"

She snorted back a laugh, pressing the side of her face against his. "If you spend the night in the cottage it will be."

His fingers lifted her chin, her eye a deep green and wider than ever. Her heart was skipping wildly. He barely brushed his lips across hers, his tongue just wetting the underside of her upper lip. "Then get to cooking, I'll be in soon enough."

The Brother's Wife Ch. 03



Sunday found the two, walking side by side down a narrow country lane. It took an effort to try to avoid the puddles as they made their way to church. Sean at times even carried Moya across, their touches lingering, their eyes holding promises of what would come tonight. 

Sitting through the homily dutifully, they tried to avoid the obvious sideways glances that young love thought was done so subtly. Their hands occasionally brushed, their knees pushed against each other. Neither one really heard much of the repetitious words. 

As they turned to leave the church, Sean finally saw his brother. His red cheeks and glassy eyes told him he was still drunk from last night, or that he had already started this morning. Guilt struck him. The fact that he was before God at the time only made it worse. 

"I need money." Ian said as they stood outside the church. His breath sliding across the breeze to land in Sean's nose.

Sean tried to avoid his brother's eyes and the foulness of his breath. He imagined that Ian would be able to tell what he and Moya had done. "I have no money. You took the last coins, months ago."

Ian glared at his brother. "What about the money you got for cutting the peat last fall? I know you kept some of it."

"It bought the seed I just planted. It took all of it. We have nothing left." Sean explained. 

"What am I going to do for money? I have bills to pay." Ian began to fume. His fingertips pulling at the ragged cuff of his shirt. The tab at the pub had been stopped. Way too late in fact, it was almost larger than the worth of his land. 

"What about your lovely keepsakes?" Ian turned to Moya as she stood watching the two. "What's left?"

"Nothing." Moya lied. She still had a tiny pendant from her mother. The last thing she had been given before she died. "You sold the last of them over a year ago." Her voice carried a little less hurt than normal from the offense. Ian had ripped most of her past away from her over the years. Now, the tiny items seemed unimportant. 

Ian's eyes narrowed as he examined his wife for the hint of a lie. She had to be lying. Women always kept something. They always lied. After a long stare, he sighed and turned away, heading towards the village.

The walk home was quiet. Their touches didn't linger. Sean avoided looking at her. He carried her over the puddles, but his eyes avoided hers, his hands a bit rough.

"What's wrong?" Moya asked, her eyes trying to find his but failing. 

Sean shrugged and shook his head. "Nothing."

"Is it Ian, or me?" She persisted. 

"I don't want to talk about it." Came his brusque answer. His belly turned over from the guilt of what he had done. 

Sean sat on his bed, his head in his hands, staring at the floor. He had avoided Moya all day. Dinner passed without a single syllable between them. Green eyes had stared at him between bites. His never left his plate.

Pretty little toes appeared on the floor in front of him and then ankles. Sean saw the ragged hem of a dress. It made him angry to see Moya dressed so poorly. Threadbare and poor wasn't what she deserved. 

"Would you please talk to me." Moya said softly. She held her hands in front of her, desperately wanting to run her fingers through his hair. 

"We can't do this. I can't keep doing this to you." He said in a whisper, his eyes closed to stop from staring at her cute little toes.

"Doing what to me?" She could hear the guilt in his voice. The realization that he wasn't angry with her made her less anxious. 

"We're committing adultery." He pulled at his hair. "We're sinning."

Moya knelt at his feet, her hands slid over his. "We aren't doing anything wrong. I need you to keep doing this to me. I need you, Sean." Her voice caught just barely in her throat. She rested her head against his forehead. "We both need this."

Sean's heart raced. His body was already betraying what his mind had decided. His body tensed, as he fought the urge to pull her into his bed. He jumped as her warm lips brushed across his brow, her hands gently caressing his.

"Moya...we can't." His eyes finally met hers, showing the torture of fighting the cascading emotions within him. 

He saw mist forming in her eyes as her lower lips quivered. She was nodding slightly, her eyes large, pleading. "Let me do this then. I'll be the one sinning. Just lie back and let me. Please, Sean."

Sean let her push him to the bed. Her fingers found his trousers and pulled them down slightly. She pushed up his shirt and straddled him, lifting her dress. Her eyes had already seen that he was fully aroused. Moya ran her hands up his stomach as she let her weight down on him. The shaft of his cock being absorbed into the folds of her labia. 

It pulled a broken tremor out of his body to feel the heat between her legs. Sean sat up and threw his shirt over his head, his hands reaching for the buttons of her dress. The smile on Moya's face caused him to chuckle. "Don't say a word, woman." 

They scrambled to get out of their clothes. Moya's arms were high above her head when Sean's lips found her breast. Her body jerked from the force of his lips as they wrapped around her areola. It caused her clitoris to roll slightly against the tip of her cock, sending waves of fire rolling up her spine. 

She pushed him back down, and slid off of him to pull his trousers to the floor. He flipped the blanket back and crawled into bed, Moya following quickly. Sean found himself on his back again. Her body stretched out sliding slowly up his. Her breasts brushing across her body, her lips and tongue slowly leaving trails of wet pleasure behind.

When she got back to the top of his body, his hands threaded through her hair and pulled her lips to his. Their tongues met, parting their lips as they both explored. Sliding and teasing, their hands trying to pull each other tighter. He rolled them, pushing his legs between hers.

Moya opened her eyes to see him smiling down at her. His eyes shining brightly in the dimming light. "I want to be on top." She tried to roll back over, but his weight held her pressed to the bed.

"Tough." He let a smirk appear on his lips. "My bed, my rules."

She tried to glare, but his lips found her breast before she could, his hand teasing the other. He felt her knees come up, her hands pushed him further down her body. His lips moved rapidly between her legs, sending tiny ripples through her stomach. Each time his tongue wet her skin, a new fire erupted inside her. She felt his fingertips playing along the back of her leg. When his mouth finally closed around her clitoris, she could hardly breath. 

Sean moved his hands away from her body, gripping the blanket tightly, trying not to just find his own pleasure. He wanted to see her face glowing from the pleasure he could give her. Her body was turning and twisting as he ran his tongue between her silken lips. He could feel her trembling. Her ass refused to stay on the bed. 

Moya's fingers teased her nipples, gently rolling each breast. She felt the now familiar ache cresting as his tongue moved inside her. "Now." She blurted out, her hands gripping his hair to pull him up her body.

He obeyed instantly. His knees came up as he rose above her. Pushing down on his cock, her hips met him halfway. The heat that surrounded his cock as he slid into her caused his entire body to tense. His mind was trying to keep a steady rhythm, but his hips began to drive into her desperately. 

Her hand reached down and ran quickly across her clit. Her body shuddered as her head rolled side to side. Moya's insides seemed to roll. Tendrils of liquid pleasure flared out everywhere. Tumbling through her, causing her to jerk and convulse against them. Fighting to keep them within her. Too soon, they seemed to drift away from her, leaving behind aftershocks that twitched random muscles. A deep happy sigh slid past her lips, her eyes half open. She hadn't even noticed Sean had stopped and was simply watching her in amazement. 

Sean lowered himself down. His wild passion had somehow turned to something else, something softer. Gentle lips glided across her cheek as his hips began to roll instead of thrust. He wanted the warmth that surrounded him to last forever. 

Moya hands moved across his back, feeling the strong muscles flexing. Tracing the lines of each set of muscles she found. Her head came off the bed as his teeth gently tugged at her bottom lip. Wrapping her legs around, she began to roll her stomach to match his gentle gyrations. Each time his pelvis slid into her clitoris, it sent a streak of fire through her. 

"Will you roll over now?" She whispered into his mouth. 

His kiss was playful as they rolled. She pushed up and brought her knees under her. Moya's hands pressed down on his stomach as she began to roll and slide her hips. She moved slowly, to the rhythm he had started. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth and ran her teeth across it. Her eyes were locked on his. 

They shared a happy smile before his back came off the bed, his hand threaded through her hair at the back of his neck. The other was behind him, holding him off of the bed. His lips parted hers, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth. It seemed to send a splash of fire into her stomach, the ripples sliding around his cock. Her hips began to desperately grind into him. Their tongues entwined, dancing along each other. 

Sean's hand left the back of her neck and glided down her spine. Gripping her ass, he squeezed, feeling the muscles of her ass tensing. She leaned into him, pushing him to his back. The gyrations stopped as Sean began to bounce his ass off the bed, driving his cock into her. 

She felt him quiver underneath him, his hips trying to drive deeper inside her with each thrust. His body tensed and shook with a raspy broken sigh. It was Moya's turn to watch the storm of pleasure pass across his face. She laughed lightly to see his heavy lidded eyes try to stay open. 

His hands came up and pulled her down against him. Her lips found his, barely sliding across them. "How does that hurt anyone?" Moya whispered between kisses.

Sean swallowed hard, his hands playing in the sweat at the small of her back. "It hurts me...you aren't mine."

Moya raised her head to look down at him in the darkness. She could only see the barest of outlines. His blue eyes seemed black. "I am yours. I'm only yours."

They fell asleep with Moya's back pressed tight to his chest. His arm under her head, the other resting on her hip where it had gently caressed for hours as they talked. His breath moved the tiny hairs at the back her neck, each time forcing a fragile shiver to run down her spine. Her fingertips were still lightly touching the palm of his outstretched hand. 

Spring turned to summer. The two spent their time wrapped up in each other. Both unaware of the outside world, perfectly content to live their simple life. Ian only rarely made an appearance, never staying long, and never sober. His hand was the first held out when the crops were sold.