Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 478(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)
Her snowball drops to the ground as he stalks toward her. Then, with a squeal, she takes off running.
I lean a shoulder against the doorjamb, watching her scramble to pack snow into ammunition and duck behind a piling beneath the deck. Her laughter bubbles up as he pretends to search for her, his mock-serious expression adding to the playfulness of their game.
I’m tempted to join them, but my thoughts are consumed with the bush plane.
As they hurl snowballs at each other, I return to the garage, floating on the sound of her joy. Hell, maybe her little garden will grow. Even in the harshest conditions, life finds a way to push through.
And so will we.
Our survival depends on scraping by day to day, but the plane represents a chance at real escape, a flight toward something resembling a future.
With a safety inspection to finish, piloting skills to learn, and a journey to plan, the responsibility sits heavily on my shoulders.
For the next hour, I lose myself in the work and the satisfaction of my progress, each turn of the wrench, every inspection and adjustment inching closer to our escape.
But at some point, the absence of laughter and playful shouts from outside slices through my focus. I can’t hear them at all.
What are they doing?
I have an idea, and my sudden unease over being left out pulls me away from the plane.
Grabbing a towel, I clean my hands on my way to the door and step outside.
Stillness greets me. They’re nowhere in sight.
Instinctively, I follow the tracks they left behind like a breadcrumb trail in the snow. The path meanders in every direction before aligning with purpose toward the sauna.
Now that we have coal again, we’ve been able to use the steam bath. But only occasionally. It’s not a practical way to keep warm since it requires so much maintenance and coal.
As I approach the building, the reality of this special occasion tightens my stomach.
He’s fucking her in there. That’s what I would be doing.
The thought tunnels through me, hot and electric, a restless energy taking hold.
Pausing at the door, I brace an arm on the frame, reluctant to intrude.
We share her, but we haven’t shared her. Not the way I’ve seen two men share a woman in porn videos.
Over the past few weeks, he’s watched her with me. I’ve watched her with him. Sometimes we take turns. But our focus is and always will be on her. That’s the only way this works.
When we’re with her, we draw an invisible line between us. One accidental brush across that line could resurrect demons, memories of childhood trauma, and battles lost against the devil himself.
Then there’s the issue of our blood ties. We don’t know if we’re brothers by birth, but we’re brothers in every way that counts. The very thought of touching Kody in a sexual way makes me sick.
Yet, it’s the bond that ties us together, strengthened by tragedy and shared dreams, that propels me into the sauna.
With a single step inside, I can hear her moaning. By the time I strip my clothes, I’m hard as steel.
As I open the interior door, I can’t see them through the haze of escaping steam. But I feel her, smell her, taste her in the humid air.
Lowering onto the opposite end of their bench, I relax against the wall and wait for the swirling mist to settle.
Slowly the fog lifts, and there she is, magnificently nude, with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and legs spread wide as she grinds herself on Kody’s face.
He grabs her by the hips and buries his tongue, licking, sucking, and flicking over her again and again.
A flush creeps up her neck, betraying the heat igniting beneath her skin. Her lips are red and swollen from how hard she bites them. Or maybe how hard he was biting them.
Either way, she looks stunning.
Her body writhes against his mouth, fluid and hypnotic, as she chases her pleasure.
Leaning back, he spits on her opening and pushes two fingers inside her.
My own fingers twitch, itching to close the distance and join with his as he twists his wrist and strokes her deep.
Her eyes fly open, colliding with mine, as a low, husky moan tumbles from her lips.
He’s become adept at navigating her body, building her need, and drawing it out with impressive proficiency.
Her pussy glistens around his fingers. He kisses her there, lapping and biting at her clit until she grabs his hair and pulls his mouth to hers.
My cock juts from between my legs, stiff and aching, but I don’t touch it. I can get off just from watching her in the throes of unfiltered passion. The wetness of my excitement leaks glossy strings down my shaft and onto my thigh.
He continues to fuck her with his fingers as he kisses her, breathless. When they come up for air, he presses his face against her neck, working his hand and groaning from the sheer pleasure of touching her.