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I could smell the mountains, wild and sharp.
“I do belong here,” I said, almost wonderingly.
Torin’s mouth curved up into a smile, another genuine one this time, the blue in his eyes clear and bright as he looked at me.
“You always have, Lele,” he said, and then he threw a sleeping bag in the bed of the truck and threw me up after it, and then he fucked me hard and fast, and then slow and leisurely and we lay there with a blanket under the mountain skies.
“There’s a lot of work to do on the house,” I said, pushing the sticky hair from my forehead, warm and flushed despite the night chill.
“Yes,” Torin said, as I nestled into the crook between his shoulder and his neck. “But it’s doable.”
We sat in silence for a moment, our legs tangled together, sticky with sex, flushed with heat, my brother’s cum wet on my thigh.
I felt sleepy and content.
“Did Dad suffer?” I asked into the silence.
I felt my brother smile again. “Yes, sister,” he said. “Very much and for a long time.”
I smiled too, that spark of heat and love flaring in my chest again.
“I love you,” I said, flipping on my hands and knees on top of him, lowering my head to his cock, swirling my tongue around the head, tasting his release and mine on my tongue. Torin groaned, his cock immediately hardening and I sucked the cum off, feeling my cheeks hollow as I moved up and down his thick length, wanting only my brother.
Chapter Nineteen
We worked on the house, slowly transforming the inside and outside of the cabin. Using my engagement ring money we repaired and repainted, and Torin began to take in small engine and automotive repairs from everyone else in Badger Creek.
But one day I opened the front door to take a cup of coffee to my brother as he worked in the shed, and there was a piece of paper taped there. I felt a sharp stab of anxiety. We didn’t have neighbors and Torin hadn’t said anything about a piece of paper on the door. Which meant someone must have been here after he left. And anyone here should have knocked on our door.
I looked at it warily, opening it gingerly, with the tips of my fingers.
I’ll kill you.
My hands began to tremble, and I looked around, my heart pounding in my chest.
I knew that handwriting. I had seen it on countless ‘romantic’ notes to me, the same notes that meant everyone proclaimed him to be the perfect boyfriend.
How could I have been so stupid?
Why hadn’t I seen it before?
Drew had oh-so-sweetly, oh-so-supportively pushed and manipulated me into being what he thought was the perfect girlfriend and wife. The engagement ring I didn’t want. The storefront I didn’t want. And always trying to guilt me into thinking he was doing this out of kindness.
The only thing that had saved me was my brother’s ability to take me away no matter what I said about it.
I suddenly grabbed the note and crumpled it in my hands, looking around nervously. What was Drew planning to do? He could be anywhere here, the woods creeping in close to the house.
I went to go find my Torin, working on the shed beside the house.
He fucked me exactly when and how he wanted, but I didn’t have to pretend to be anything I wasn’t. I had never felt more free.
When I uncrumpled the note and showed it to him, his eyes darkened and he threw it savagely into the fire.
“You know I’ll have to kill him now, Lele,” he said. “I can’t be having you nervous in our home.”
I nodded. “I know.”
And maybe I had known from the first moment I had seen Torin in the bakery.
