Chapter 10

Two days had passed since Linda's first fuck and Janice's bout with the horse. Both women chatted continually together, but purposely kept their conversations to business or small talk. Their aunt would be coming out of the hospital soon. Janice was already making plans to go home, and Linda was thinking about how she could continue to see Hank without making her aunt suspicious.

On the third day, a little after five, when Janice was strolling outside, Hank crept into the house and found Linda looking over some of her book-work. The moment she heard the floor squeak behind her, she knew who it was. Her heart nearly leaped from her chest.

"Oh, you... you startled me!"

Hank only smiled down at her, putting his hat on the table and walking over to her. It was as if he owned her, possessed her the way he owned his horse. Linda wasn't sure if she liked that attitude or not. Rising from behind the table, she smiled, feeling excitement rise in her like lava in a volcano.

"It's been a couple of days," he said, stepping up to her and sliding his arms around her waist. Linda thought she was going to faint.

"Please... my sister," she panted, feeling her resistance breaking down even before it had a chance to establish itself.

"Fuck her," he whispered, bending his head down and kissing the sides of her neck.

"Ohhhhh..."

The room was swimming around her. Tilting her head back, Linda sucked in air. She found herself standing on tiptoes as he pulled her lithe body against him. Her trim ass was moving gently back and forth in a soft, fucking motion, a hint of something much more intense about to come. Hank pulled back and smiled, smoothing his fingers over that taut ass he knew so well.

"How about right now? How about --"

"No!"

She had told Janice several things about Hank, even that he had tried to go all the way. Somehow she just couldn't bring herself to tell the truth, to tell Janice about the wonderful time she'd had fucking her brains out with the foreman. Janice had perhaps guessed what had happened. But bringing the whole thing out into the open seemed somehow dirty, something she didn't want to reveal just yet.

"Huh?" Hank grunted.

"I mean, I don't want my sister seeing us... just yet, anyway. And my Aunt's coming back from the hospital and... and how about tonight? Tonight in the guest house out back. Janice won't notice us there. Please, Hank," Linda pleaded.

Hank smiled, taking her head between his hands and pressing the fingertips against her skull.

"I ain't got much of a choice. Could fuck you right here, baby, could really drill you till..."

He stopped, closing his eyes as he hunched up against her. Linda knew what was going through his mind, knew what his body was doing to him. She almost agreed to have him fuck her right there. But that wouldn't be right.

"Please..."

"Okay, okay," he said, letting out a rush of air from between his lips. "It's a deal, around eleven. See you then," he said, giving Linda a familiar pat on the ass before backing up, picking up his hat and leaving the house.

Linda leaned heavily against the desk, putting one hand up to her head and trying to stop the dreadful spinning of her brain. Things were happening so quickly. Her sister, her aunt, and now Hank. She would have to take things one at a time or they would overwhelm and destroy her. About to go back to the books, Linda suddenly felt something terribly cold and wet pressing against her legs. Freezing, then shrinking back, the woman looked down. It was Chad, that awful dog, sniffing her, smelling her heated pussy. He raised one foreleg, pawing her jeans, telling her...

"No!" Linda snapped.

Awful, horrible little animal! How dare he think she would let him touch her, especially after she had fucked with Hank.

"Go, get away from me!" she cried, kicking one leg out at the German Shepherd.

Chad backed away, tossing his head about, then moving in a little closer with that steady, low growl Linda knew and feared. She stumbled backward, knocking over several pencils and books. Chad dropped his bushy tail, wagging it slowly from left to right while pinning back his ears. Putting one hand to her tits Linda backed away as well, feeling a rush of terror and something else, something like excitement tighten her chest.

"Oh no... not again. Please, dear God, not... not again!"

Just then, the front door swung open. Chad turned around and whimpered, shying away from the trembling blonde. Linda felt a rush of relief sweep over her.

"Something wrong, hon?" a voice asked.

It was Janice, brushing back her hair with her fingers and flopping down on the couch. She had such a careless way about her, a way that was so attractive. Linda liked that and wished in a way she could be that way.

"No, no, just a lot of work. There's so much, and I want to get it all together before Aunt Jane comes home from the hospital."

Both women stopped for a moment, their eyes fixed on the retreating German Shepherd. Janice met Linda's gaze then lowered her eyes. Both women turned away, feeling terribly guilty and yet not noticing the other's discomfort.