Chapter 8

“Jimmy sure has been spending a lot of time with Kevin,” Rolf noticed, helping Ed install a part on his tractor.

“Yep! Seems like they’re stickin’ together like buttered toast and gravy. Maybe Kevin will toughen him up some, who knows.”

“Thanks, Big Ed Boy. Victor ate my wrenches ... after what I whipped up ... I should be getting them back any day now,” he paid Ed.

“You should trick that thing out, put something more modern in it ... what is that engine, from Russia?”

“Ha! Russia wishes they had built something this stout,” he throws it in gear.

“Hey Jimmy, it can be pretty dangerous in the garage,” Ed greeted, carrying an engine on his shoulder.”

“I’m lookin’ out for him, Ed,” Kevin replied.

“Suit yourself,” he dropped the engine near Jimmy’s feet.

Jimmy jumped out of the way, knocking the hoodprop, causing the hood to fall on Kevin.

“See, that’s what I was talking about.”

“Kevin, are you okay,” Jimmy lifted the hood.

“Did you take your meds today, ya big lummox!”

“Of course, Kevin!”

“I think you’re lying,” he grumbled.

“So I’ve been meaning to ask; do you like my outfits, or would you like me to, as my dad would say; man it up?”

“You’re fine, man, it suits you.”

“You don’t think I dress too girly?”

“You’re kinda girly, but in a good way.”

“If you’re gonna spend so much time here; why don’t you learn how to be a man,” Marie popped up.

“Like you, Marie,” he side-eyed.

“Watch it, Fluffy! Kevin, can we talk ... in private?”

“Uh sure, just wait right here, Ba- Jimbo.”

Kevin followed Marie to a far off storeroom, where they could talk in private, Marie shut the door and pushes some boxes in front of it.

“I swear if it’s not May up here, it’s been Jimmy these past few days,” she griped.

“So what’s up ... did the video surface or something?”

“Hell no, we’d have been at Sarah’s funeral if that happened. You know what I want,” she grabbed his crotch.

“Right now?”

“Yep. What, not horny, c’mon, just a quickie,” she unzipped her coveralls.

“Well when you put it that way,” he unzipped his.

Marie pulled herself free from her clothes, reaching in to Kevin’s, pulling him in to a kiss, rubbing on his crotch, tugging down his boxers, she lifted her bra, dropping her breast out the bottom.

“That looks good,” she knelt, taking him in her mouth.

Kevin moaned while she went to work, never thinking he would ever be this deep with a Kanker sister. Not a second after she stopped, he closed in, stabbing her in the stomach with his boner, pulling her panties to the side, plunging in two fingers, making room to suck on her nipples. She moans, biting her lower lip.

“Fuck me,” she begged.

“You’re cute when you beg,” he bit her neck.

Kevin gave her kiss, spinning her, pushing her down on a file cabinet, slipping inside of her, cupping her chest. She throws back at his thrust.

“Fuck yeah,” she whispered He pounds her fast and hard, she clenches, trying to hold back a scream, blowing out her breath.

“I need that load in me,” she heaved.

Kevin wasn’t too far behind, he grabbed her waist, pulling her in to him, a few grunts, unloading inside her. He staggers back, she turns around cleaning him with her mouth.

“You’re the best, Kev, I love the feeling of your nut in me,” she zipped up.

“You’re like ... my only ... so...”

“Maybe I can be your only, one day.”