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Welcome Home, Pet

By: san_hoshiko



Parker always wears a tie when he comes to pick me up even though he's working from home these days as a consultant; he knows how I like to see him in a suit and tie, so proper and remote, it makes what will eventually follow that much more of a thrill and I like how long it takes to undress him.

I pretend sometimes it is me seducing him instead of the other way around, as if I hold some secret power he can't resist, that just being around me cracks his tough business exterior and what's inside is pure desire for me. Sometimes this seems true, he gets a look in his eye as I unknot his tie, slip it loose and work my way down the buttons of his shirt.

The one time I surprised him at his office with a mid-day visit, he looked so good to me, I couldn't resist slipping his belt and trousers open and taking him into my mouth. He just stood there stunned by my boldness, by the presence of his co-workers on the other side of the door, but he relaxed in no time as I worked my tongue down the length of his cock, deeper and deeper till the fat tip pressed against the back of my throat.

I loved the look of him, still buttoned and secured with a tie, but rapturous and aching, watching the length of his prick sliding easily between my lips. He smiled down at me, his hips quivering, and in a matter of minutes I had brought him off with my inappropriate behavior.

I hear my house mate inviting him in, wrongly identifying him as my father. Parker plays along, we decided this would be easier in advance, if we just pretended everything was what it seemed from the outside.

I grab my bag and take the stairs two at a time just as my house mate is on her way up to tell me he's here. I have to restrain myself from leaping into his arms but I can't resist a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, a silent inhale to catch the smell of his aftershave and his body beneath. The effect his physical presence has on me after two weeks of being apart is incredible; I can feel my heart jumping, and the distant, warm ache between my legs.

We drive half the first hour home in giddy silence punctuated now and again with breathless phrases-- "I missed you so much!" "I can't wait to get home." We stop at a small Greek restaurant for dinner and I babble about school, the classes I like best, my professors and classmates, and all the while he listens carefully, beaming at me. He tells me about work, the changes that have come about, and how he likes working from home less than he thought he would.

"The house is so empty without you." He sighs. "Everything reminds me of you." He's smiling, though and I know he doesn't resent the fact that I decided to go away for school, he knows it's best for me in the long run; I'm a spirit who won't be tamed and he's come to simply be thankful for the time we spend together.

He asks if I've met any boys, smiles slyly as he sips his water, and I know he's curious as to what my social life is like without him.

"Not really ... but my drawing teacher is pretty cute."

"Oh? A nice young professor is he? Giving you private drawing lessons I bet."

He smiles, teasing me, and I sink into a familiar feeling of being loved, utterly, endlessly loved by him. I smile back, feeling woozy and warm.

"Oh no. He's OLD. Like 40 or something. And he calls me 'Pet' and pats my ass when he walks behind my drawing board." I make him laugh using the joke name Parker gave me to make us look more like a father and daughter. He knows I'm smart enough to keep my head, and hold tight to my self-respect. But I wonder if he knows how devoted I am to him, how he's become the standard that every boy or man I meet must measure up to, or how many have already failed.

"Ready to go, Pet?" he asks, winking. I nod and follow him out the door. It has started to snow, those dazzlingly large snowflakes that build up quickly covering everything with a clean layer of fluff. I wonder how much will accumulate and think fondly of snuggling inside for the whole weekend, wrapped in quilts and each others' arms and legs.

Two more hours till we're home. I can't wait to get there. We talk very little on the drive, mesmerized by the falling snow as it lights up in our headlights. Every once in a while I turn to watch him as he drives. He is so handsome it takes my breath away and makes me quiver inside.

At night, away in my apartment at school, it is his face I see when I close my eyes. I cannot often resist the urge to remember his skilled fingers and mouth, his patience and pace, and how he could work me up to a shattering orgasm, so intense my moans would turn to tears and I'd come almost sobbing with joy.

"You ok?" He asks casting me a funny look. "You made a noise."

I can't help but blush, caught in my memory. I smile and assure him I've never been better, just can't wait to get home.

We pull into the drive and walk hand in hand to the front door. Once inside we avoid each others' eyes, our arousal distinctly awake since we'd passed through the doorway. He takes my coat and lines up our snowy shoes on the mat on the floor and hand in hand again we walk to through the house, stopping to turn on lights, to switch on the heat.

He leads me to the formal sitting room where a bottle of wine and two glasses have been placed on the glass-topped table. A fire is waiting to be lit in the fireplace and as he stoops to set the kindling alight I recline on the sofa putting my feet up on the back.

He glances at me and smiles. I slide my hands down my thighs and begin to creep my long, woolen skirt up my legs. He watches as he uncorks the wine and pours two glasses, his eyes never leaving the rising hem of my skirt. I notice he's already hard, his cock straining the fabric of his pants. I can't help but smile.

He sits down in a wingback chair, absolutely focused on me, the two wineglasses still in his hands. I sit up and begin to undress for him. This is what he wants, I've learned to read that look in his eye. I pull the heavy sweater over my head, unzip my skirt and stand before him in a slip and my black cotton tights.

I watch him swallow a taste of wine, his eyes sparkling and warm. As I slide my tights down I study him for a moment. He seems an average man, middle-aged and well-dressed, a typical upper class New York man. He could be someone's husband, someone's father, or the kindly, bookish uncle who takes you to museums on the weekends.

And what am I? I wonder as I slip each foot from the tangle of stocking. The naughty niece who can't help but tempt.

He takes another drink of his wine as I approach him, his eyes locked on mine. I take a sip from his glass and set it on the table behind me then lean close to him and kiss his forehead, his eyes, each cheek and his chin before I open my lips over his. As we kiss I slip my fingers through the knot of his tie and begin to undress him.

His hands roam all over me, enjoying the shapes of my body through the satin slip. We continue to kiss teasing our tongues together, feeling the smoothness of teeth, the gentle nip of a bite. I slip each arm from his jacket sleeves and press him back against the chair's padded surface. I climb into his lap and begin to unbutton his shirt.

He watches me with a half-smile, looking somewhat drunk though I know it's on me, not the wine, and he murmurs my name sweetly as I slide my lips across his throat. I work my way down, untucking his shirt and spreading it open, kissing as I go. I loosen his belt, unzip his pants and place one small kiss on the bulge of his erection before I slip his socks off one by one.

I reach out my hand and bring him to a standing position. I lead him to the sofa where I'd reclined earlier and assume the same position, laid out on the plush surface with my leg thrown over the back, the length of my slip hiding my open legs. He removes his shirt completely and kneels at the side of the sofa, knowing exactly what I want.

"Such an impudent young lady." he whispers as he trails one hand along the leg that rests on the surface of the couch. I shiver under his touch, and the look in his eye is pure desire. As he creeps his hand upwards I trace a circle over one satin-covered nipple. He smiles watching me enjoying myself and lays his palm against the flesh of my thigh.

He turns his focus to what he has been uncovering and I watch his eyes get glassy as he brings the hem of my skirt high enough to reveal my open legs and neatly trimmed pussy. My lips are full and wet already and the scent of me fills the air.

He moves closer, still pushing the fabric of my slip over my hips. With one hand he lifts my leg, spreading me open, and slides it over his head to rest on his shoulder. He leans forward, closer to my cunt, and kept his right hand pressed against the leg that was over the back of the couch.

I knew I am wide open like this and that he is mesmerized by the shape of my cunt lips, the smell of my wetness. It made me ache to see him staring like that, his face inches from touching me. I slide my fingers under the satin of my slip and touch my bare nipples. I watch intently as he moves closer and closer to my cunt.

I can feel his breath against my thighs, the prickle of his cheeks, then the warmth of his open mouth just over my cunt. He lays his tongue flat against my outer cunt lips and licks me slowly and firmly from bottom to top. I moan involuntarily, pinching my nipples a bit.

He takes his time, licking just the outside of me, his tongue darting in between my lips just once or twice, deeper each time. I relax into his caresses, my body jolting now and again as his tongue meets my clit or slides close to the entrance of my vagina.

I slip one hand down to touch his head, to urge him closer, and he looks up at me. We both smile. He uses his fingers to open the lips of my pussy and I can feel the warmth of his breath against my now exposed clit. He catches my eye and moves his head closer and closer, his tongue extended and poised just over my clit.

When he touches it I hold my breath and he moves so slowly, just caressing me with the tip of his tongue, teasing the little bud to a hardness that almost aches. He bends closer, his eyes still locked on mine, and takes my clit between his lips. He bites it gently and I hear myself exhale with a groan.

He takes it in his lips again and starts to suck. I run my fingers through his curly hair and press his face closer to let him know I approve. He moves lower and drives his tongue deep inside me, to fuck me with his tongue before moving back up again to focus on my clit.

Currents of electricity run through me, spreading out through my torso, swirling round my tits. His experienced mouth is so clever, never directly stimulating me, but bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm with every touch.

He brings me just to the edge of coming, his tongue working just around my clit, fingers gliding along the outside of my cunt, his warm breath painting my thighs. I can't help arching my back, fighting to get his tongue in me, to make me come, but I know he wants to be inside me when I come so when he lifts his face I merely sigh in mock frustration and grin at him.

He pulls me up, wipes his face and returns to the wingback chair. I help him out of his trousers and boxer shorts and tip him backward so he falls into the chair. He catches my wrist as he falls and I end up on top of him, laughing and breathless. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him, pushing my tongue inside his mouth to taste my own cunt.

I climb into the chair and straddle him. There is enough room for me to spread myself across his lap and hang my legs over the chair arms. He holds me up, just hovering over his erection, and I tilt my hips so that I sink down over his cock, taking it all the way in, filling myself up. He closes his eyes and moans and for a minute we just sit there enjoying the sensation of being so close.

I begin to rock, tilting my body forward and back, just moving his thick cock around inside me, feeling the size and warmth of him. When he opens his eyes I have found a slow rhythm, rocking myself on his lap, and his glazed eyes show how pleased he is by my initiative.

He uses one hand to steady me as I move and with the other he lifts the front of my slip so he can watch my pussy working over his cock. He moans at the sight of my bare slit wrapped around him and begins to move against me.

I loosen the straps of my slip and slide my arms through. My breasts are bared for him, flushed pink from excitement, my nipples puckered and hard. The sight of them brings another moan from his lips and he starts to move faster still, both hands now clutching my hips, keeping my pussy clamped down over his cock.

I watch his face changing into that pained, intense grimace, his furrowed brow damp with sweat. He meets my eyes and whispers my name digging his fingertips into the flesh of my butt. He has a crazed look, but his eyes are full of love for me, only intensified by the lust that seizes him when I lean forward and tell him to fuck me.

He lifts me by the hips, pulling me fully off his cock, then pushes down again so he's filling me up once more. I steady myself with my hands on his shoulders and let him guide me over his cock, sliding up and down, each time his cock hits my cervix a little harder as we pick up speed. My tits bob slightly and I hear myself almost panting as my pussy fills again and again with his cock.

I can't help myself from whispering "I love you." I am so full of emotion. My limbs feel light and elastic, but there is a delicious tightness in my cunt, a longing, like the desire to stretch or yawn. I feel it creeping through me as he starts to lift and drop me as fast as he can.

He has not taken his eyes off me and is whispering my name in a throaty groan. Again and again he says it, almost begging, as he nears orgasm. I touch his face, his flushed cheeks, and surrender to the rhythm of our fucking. I am riding a wave of sensation as I ride his cock, my body feels like liquid fire and I feel the gentle tugging at my stomach, and each breast and deep inside my pussy.

He comes first, groaning loudly, his legs kicking out from under us, and as he slows his fucking I feel the throbbing of his cock and the thickness of his cum filling me up. He is panting, his face red and wet, and I lean against him kissing his cheeks, his forehead, all the creases near his eyes.

For a moment we rest like this and then I start to move against him, pressing my cunt against his still-hard cock, grinding myself against him. I reach down and open the lips of my pussy to touch my clit. He watches for a moment as I pinch and finger the hard bud, still swirling my hips against him, just feeling the fullness of my pussy with his cock intact.

He loves to watch me, loves to see me bring myself to orgasm, and I love his eyes all over me, following my fingers as they find all the secret pleasure spots. I am so close to coming. I can feel the electric sparks building in my pussy. I keep moving, fucking up and down, grunting as I do, and working my clit with affection.

He touches my breasts, pinches my nipples and in an instant I am coming, my head thrashing, body shaking. I grab at his head, slap at the back of the chair and curse as my cunt clutches his prick again and again. Even after my tremors have stopped I still glide up and down over his cock, enjoying the fullness, the incredible warmth.

He kisses me gently and strokes my hair. I feel him finally growing soft in me and sliding out. I want to take him in my mouth again, but I know he will not be ready for a few hours so I climb from the chair, reach behind and find our wine glasses.

He raises the glass and smiles.

"Welcome home, Pet."

Welcome Home Pt. 01



Jordan sat in her small cubicle, packing away the last remnants of her belongings. The company she worked for had just been bought. They were downsizing and her position was no longer needed. 

"Hey Jordie." a voice said over her head as she was disconnecting some of the plugs to her personal equipment. 

"Hey Lance." she answered. She knew that voice without looking. 

"Again I would like to apologize..." Lance began to say. She sat back in her chair looking at her former boss. He was in his late fifties. His gray hair showing signs of the stress he was under. His glasses hanging on his nose. 

"It's not your fault." she said. She shrugged. "It's business." she understood. They had been kind to her. They gave her three months to look for a new job. Which she tried but none of the potential positions paid her half of what she had made. She could not afford to take such a huge pay cut. Her roommate had already told her she had to come up with her half of the rent or move out. Jordan was well short of the amount. 

"If there is anything I can do to help. Please let me know." he said solemnly. He hated to lose a person like Jordan. She had always been a hard worker from the start. Always on time never any complaints and a star employee to the rest of the other co workers. 

"No." she replied she took a deep sigh. "I just never thought..." she said shaking her head. Lance walked close to her. He never would admit it but he always thought of Jordan as one of his daughters. 

"It might not be as bad as you think it is." he said. Trying to comfort her. She looked up at him. She nodded. 

"I better go." she said standing up and putting the last of her belongings in the duffel bag. She quietly stood up and gave her boss a firm handshake. They exchanged a silent glance and she walked out towards the elevator. Other co workers either waved goodbye or tried to smile. 

As she stepped onto the platform to await the train. She noticed the usual people that took public transportation in this large city. Most of the time she was too busy in her own world to pay attention. But for some reason she did today. Maybe it was the fact that she might be seeing them for the last time. There was the business people, a few others that looked like it was their second or third shift. Then there was the people that prayed on others, hoping someone was not paying attention to their belongings. Jordan sat on a bench and people watched, but she was used to the stares she got, so much so that it did not affect her anymore. She stood at five foot, four inches, but when she wore heels she looked a lot taller. She weighed just under one hundred and thirty pounds. Her short ash blonde hair which was all natural stopped just below her ears. 

She had a figure most women would die for or at least pay good money to get. She hid her figure very well in business suits and long coats. But she had not always looked like this. She saw a woman that reminded her of her old self pass her by. She was already breathing heavy from walking down the stairs to the subway. Now she sat on another bench and breathed a sigh of relief to be off her feet. Jordan had been slightly bigger than that woman. At the last time she weighed in before the drastic life change. She had weighed close to three hundred pounds. Her hair had been messy and long, nearly touching her ass. And people always looked away from her. But she had been happy. The large trumpet of the trains horn brought her back from memory lane. She boarded the train and sat away from the door. Again she people watched all the people in her cabin. Her stop approached fast and she made her way home. 

As she pushed the key into the door of her small apartment. She could hear the rhythmic thumping of the headboard hitting the wall and the moans of her loud roommate being drilled yet again. She had met some guy from a chat site online and this was their first actual meeting face to face. He had been here almost three days and it seemed like they never stopped fucking. Jordan sighed and past the door, thankfully it was closed this time. When she left it had been wide open and she had gotten a full view of the guy fucking her from behind. A memory she was still trying to wipe clean from her mind. She threw her bags next to the other items she had already packed. And looked online to make sure the moving company was still coming tomorrow to pick the rest of her furniture up. 

"Hey Jordie!" her roommate said opening her bedroom door. 

"Hey Jamie." Jordan said. 

"So today is the big day huh?" Jamie said walking into the room her hair still all messed ups. Jamie was what some people would call trashy. She did not work, but claimed disability from a work accident that happened many years ago. As well as every other government help she could claim. Her jet black hair was always in a state of disarray. The only thing going for her was that she was a self proclaimed sex addict. It did not matter who, where or why, she wanted it in every way shape or form. 

"Yeah just getting a few things together then I will be gone." Jordan said with a fake smile. She was not happy about this arrangement but she had no choice. 

"Well I wish you the best." Jamie said. As she gave Jordan a big hug. Jordan turned her head as the smell of sex, weed and just plain funk filled her nostrils. 

"Thank you." Jordan said. Jamie left the room and she heard the other door close. It did not take long for her to hear the moans of a male getting his dick sucked to make it through the thin walls. Jordan sighed and shook her head. She grabbed all of the things she was going to carry with her. There was a slight knock on the door. Jordan walked past Jamie's door only to hear the confirmation of what she thought was going on to be yelled out. Again she shook her head. Jamie's little brother stood there. Staring back at her. 

"Hey" he said as he walked in. 

"Hey" she replied. "Thanks for doing this." she said as she handed him a fifty dollar bill. 

"No problem" he said as he put it in his pocket. "Not like you could trust nymphet in there to do it." he said as he walked past his sisters door. He was so used to his sister sleeping around that it did not bother him anymore. "Who is it this time?" he said as he jumped on Jordan's bed. 

"Some guy from online." Jordan said as she put back on her long coat. "So you got this right?" she said to confirm. 

"Yeah" he said as he pulled out a piece of paper. "This is the address you want all the stuff to go to. I will confirm it with what the movers have, and everything in the room goes except the computer. Thanks for that by the way." he smiled. 

"No problem I will get a new one." she said as she picked up the bags. 

"And the bed goes to the red cross." he said reading the last of the note. The pounding of the headboard began again. "At least she should put something over the headboard." he shook his head pulling out a pair of ear buds. 

"There is something on the headboard. That's the sad part." Jordan smiled. "Thanks again." she said as she waved. He waved back at her as she left. As she got downstairs she motioned for a cab. 

"Where to?" the cab driver asked. 

"Laguardia airport." she replied. The driver nodded and took off. She looked around everything seemed so surreal now. It had only been twelve years since she came here. With nothing but a handful of cash in her pocket. But she had made it. She had gotten a good respectful job, had fallen in love. Made friends and gained the respect of many people. Not many people coming to New York could say that. She did not feel any shame in heading back home. She held her head high. The minutes rushed by and she found herself outside of the large airport. 

"Have a safe flight." the driver said as she paid him. She rushed in even though she had planned everything to the last minute. She looked up at the board and sighed. Her flight was delayed of course. Oh well she thought it gave her a chance to get changed into something more comfortable to where she was going. She went through the gate and the security checkpoint. She found the gate the plane was leaving from. She confirmed everything with the ladies behind the counter. She quickly went into the bathroom and into one of the big stalls and began to change. Taking off the business suit she was wearing and putting on skin tight blue faded jeans. The stockings came off for white socks. Her nice heels came off for some rugged boots. Her top changed to a plaid black and blue shirt she left it slightly open to reveal the black shirt underneath. She took a couple of handful's of water and doused her hair and ran her fingers through it. 

"There." she said to herself. She looked at the image in front of her. "Not quite out of the city and into the country yet." she said. "But it will do." She looked down at the business attire on the floor. She scooped it up into one big heap and threw it into the large trash bag outside the door. 

"You go girl!" one of the cleaning ladies shouted at her. 

"Just returning to my roots." Jordan replied. The lady gave her a thumbs up. Jordan smiled. She was beginning to feel better already. She sat down and began to thumb through her contacts on her phone deleting the ones that weren't relevant anymore. The plane began to board and Jordan made her way on. It was a long five hour flight home. 

As soon as she arrived she looked around and found the car rental. No one was waiting for her. It felt good to be back in her home state, but she still had a three hour drive to her home town. No one was expecting her return but she knew she would be welcomed. Well by her mother at least. She paid the man behind the counter and climbed up into her rental truck. And gunned it towards home. 

The sun was just coming down as she reached the town limits. Everything was the same as she remembered it. She turned off onto a side street. When lights lit up behind her. She shook her head and pulled over. 

"License and regis... Jordie?" the policeman said. She recognized that face anywhere. 

"Rick?" she said in an excited voice. She opened the door and jumped down from the truck. The large man picked her up like a rag doll. 

"What the hell are you doing back?" the man said. 

"Well the shit hit the fan and I decided it was best to return home." Jordan said. Her southern voice returned like it was never gone. 

"Well glad you're back." he replied. "Your folks know your home?" he asked. Jordan sighed and shook her head. "Jordie." the man said shaking his head. 

"I was scared alright. Kinda figured they wouldn't say no if I was standing in front of them." she said as if asking if he approved. 

"I dunno." he said taking the hat off his head and scratching the top of his head. "Your pa was mighty pissed. When you left and headed for New York of all places." he said. 

"Yeah. Still haven't talked to him since I left. Talked to mom though, a couple of times." she said. 

"Well tell you what." Rick said. "I'll escort you over. If they don't take you in. Jack still owes me a favor at the motel so you can stay there till they come around. How's that sound? He said. 

"Great. I'll follow you." Jordan said. Rick got back in his police truck and drove off, with Jordan behind. After a few twist and turns they ended up on a large ranch. Jordan pulled ahead as they drove down the long dirt road to the main building. An older man was just laying out some hay for the horses at one of the barns when he saw the trucks pulling up. He was tall, and quite muscular for his age. He wore a green hat. He shook his head and walked over to the house. 

"Ma you better get out here!" he yelled. He took a seat on one of the steps. An older lady stepped out on the porch. 

"What is it?" she asked. She was small in height but big all around. She had long black hair. "oh my" she said as she saw Jordan step down from the truck. Rick came up behind her but stayed his distance. 

"Hi Ma, Hi Pa" Jordan said half looking up and half looking at the ground. Her mum ran down the small steps and hugged her youngest daughter.

"Welcome home Jordie." her mom said. 

"Her name is Jordan." her dad said angrily. "I should know I named the poor child. He stood up. Her mom stepped aside and looked over at her husband. Jordan walked forward slowly. 

"You going to say hi?" she asked politely. He looked up at her with steel blue eyes. He looked away from her and down the dirt path. 

"Twelve years." he said shaking his head. Jordan looked back at Rick as if she was going to take him up on his offer. "Twelve long years I have been waiting to say this." he said. He embraced his daughter. "I'm sorry." he said. 

"No Pa. It's me that should be sorry." she said crying into her fathers arms. 

"Well everyone's sorry." her mom said. "Now that, all that is over. Let's get you inside." she said grabbing her daughter and pulling her inside. 

"Y'all have a good night now." Rick said as he got back in his truck. 

Jordan and her parents had a big dinner. She could not remember the last time she had ate that much. She walked upstairs to her room. It was the same as she had left it. Everything was still in the same place. 

"All I ever did was dust." her mom said from behind her. "Your dad said to leave it just the way it is." she said from the doorway as Jordan looked around. Tears began to fill her eyes. "Now Now Jordie." her mom said walking in. "What is done is done. You proved your point and all is forgiven you hear!" her mom said in a stern voice. Jordan nodded. "Now you clean up this room." she said as she turned around and walked away. "Your not sixteen anymore" her mom left. Jordan laughed. She had been seventeen when she had left. Everything in the room was still as she remembered right down to the stuffed bears. As she began to take out the clutter and childish stuff. She began to feel more at home. She finally finished just after two am. She laid down on the bed. Quickly she fell asleep. 

The morning came quick she heard a loud noise from outside. She quickly jumped out of bed. She remembered that she was back at home, she quickly got a pair of jean shorts on and a shirt and quickly ran down stairs. She passed her mom in the kitchen. She gave her a quick wave and ran out into the morning air. It was still dark outside, the sun had not broken through the clouds. She knew where she had to go and quickly ran over to the wooden fence, she climbed through the middle and made a bolt for the large barn in the distance. As she got there she could hear her father grunting as he was moving fresh hay into the barn. 

"Hey Pa." she said slowing down to a slow walk. He looked over at her and shook his head. She quickly glanced at herself and realized wearing a white shirt with a blue bra underneath with the weather this cold was not the best idea. She reached just inside the barn door and found a winter jacket. There was always one there, even though her dad never used it. 

"Better." he grumbled. 

"I am my mother's daughter." she shrugged. To that he smiled. 

"That you are." he said with a smile on his face. She picked up a pitch fork and climbed the stairs. She shuffled and got into place, she began pitching the hay down to her father who then placed the hay into the stalls. 

"Is Melvin, taking the horses out, this morning?" she asked. She quickly realized even though she went to the gym nearly every day, when she was in New York, she was very out of shape for farm work. 

"Melvin has not worked here in two years." her father said back up to her. She was stunned. Melvin had been working for her father for as long as she could remember. Hell it was Melvin that had taught her how to drive. 

"Really?" she said hoping to get more information. 

"Yeah he caught cancer. And after two months of fighting it took him." he said. He said it like if it was nothing. 

"Sorry to hear that." she said pitching a large amount down. 

"Nothing to be sorry about. He smoked, he got cancer, he died." her father shrugged. "We all got to go sometime." he said as he waved his hands up to her. She stopped pitching and began to climb down. 

"So who took the horses out?" she asked. 

"I did." he answered back. 

"Who helps out around here?" she said standing near him. 

"I don't need no damn help!" he said as he limped away. 

"Dad!" she said staring at his leg. 

"Oh shucks!" he said leaning against the wall. He pulled his pants leg down hiding a long scar. She was still staring at him. "It was an accident." he said. 

"Looks like it was more than that." she said kneeling down and lifting the pant leg. The scar was barely healing and blood was beginning to seep out of it. "Did you see the doc?" she said. As she spoke she could hear own country accent returning. 

"I don't need to see no damn doc, for a scratch." he said pulling away from her. 

"Oh yes you will." she said grabbing his arm. 

"Jordie! You can't come back and think you have the run of the place." he said as he was being pulled towards her truck. 

"Get in!" she said as they reached the truck. He shook his head and began to walk away. "Get in or I swear pa, I will lift you in there, and buckle the seat belt." she said. He looked back at her, she had those eyes, the same eyes she had when she said she would leave, the same eyes he tried to call their bluff and lost his daughter for so many years. He knew better than to call their bluff this time. 

"Swear you're just like your mother." he said turning around and climbing into the truck. 

"Ma! Going into town, you want anything?" Jordan yelled. 

"Some flour and some eggs!" her mom yelled back. Jordan climbed into the driver seat. The keys were still in the ignition. She started the engine and gunned the truck towards town. 

Town was only fifteen minutes away. It was a small circle of shops and other local businesses. Anyone could throw a football from one side to the other. 

"Now I am going to get stuff for mom, and talk Rick about returning the rental. Can I trust you to go to doc's and get that leg checked out or do I have to follow you in there?" she asked taking off the winter coat and throwing it into the bed of the truck. The sun had come out and she didn't care what people around here thought. Her father mumbled something and began walking towards the local health store. "Thank you!" she yelled back. Her father just waved his hand in the air. 

Jordan smiled and began walking towards the sheriff's office. She saw a few people that she remembered and waved at them. They half hardheartedly waved back. She opened the office door and saw Cole. 

"Cole?" she said surprised. 

"Jordie?" the skinny man stood up. 

"You're still working here?" she said. 

"Yeah after I gave up the sheriff position. Rick let me stay on as a helper. I answer calls and what not." he said giving Jordie a big hug. 

"Holy crap you lost weight." she said staring at the man. The last time she saw him he was triple the size he was now. 

"Yup. Went on a diet and never looked back. Been hiking, canoeing and all kinds of stuff." he said patting his stomach. "You're looking grown." he said peering at her large chest. 

"Yup. Thought the family curse missed me, then I turned twenty and pow. Here they are." she said grabbing her chest. 

"Yeah. We all thought it would of missed you though. As fast as you ran." Rick said coming out of his office. 

"Probably can still out run you. Even with these things." she said giving Rick a hug. 

"Doubt it. But I am willing to watch you try." Rick said. 

"Perv!" Jordan said. 

"So what brings you in here?" he asked. 

"Can you take me back to the city? To drop off the rental?" she asked. 

"I dunno." Rick said looking around. 

"Go ahead. Adrian and Ray come in at ten, the three of us should be able to handle anything, till you get back." Cole said. 




Welcome Home Pt. 01



"Ok sure. But I need to make a quick stop first." Rick said. 

Jordan followed close behind Rick's big truck. Passing sites and places she remembered when she used to live here. Some of the memories made her laugh, like seeing the old abandoned barn that still stood behind some tree's, that was the first place she had kissed a guy, also the same place she lost her virginity. Some made her sad as they passed over a bridge, this was where they had found a brown bag full of drowned puppies, her father had saw the bag and tried to pull her away from looking inside. She never forgot that site out of her head, but it also made her remember the first time she saw anger in her father's face. He knew who the bag belonged to, they raced over to one of the neighbors house and her father nearly beat a big man to death, the cops came and everything. These were memories that she had forgotten all about, up till now. Rick's truck pulled onto the main road out of their town but then swerved onto a side street. Jordan knew where they were going but she thought it had closed. At the top of a small hill was a bar. It was not much to look at. Rusted roof, the wood had gotten a face lift since she last saw it, but it was still a bit run down. She got out of her truck. 

"Thought Bill closed this after his wife past away?" she said over to Rick who picked up some empty bottles in a crate. 

"He did." Rick said walking inside. "Want to wait outside?" he asked. She wanted to see the inside. Even as a kid she always wanted to see the inside. 

"Nah. I am old enough to go in now." she said walking towards the entrance. She pulled one of the two door wooden doors open and let him in. 

"Don't say I didn't warn ya." he said as he walked in. She did not pay any attention. The inside was much bigger than the outside would make you think. There was a narrow hallway with lots of pictures of country folk having a good time. Then it opened up. Far off in front there was a wooden dance floor, that could do with a make over, it was fenced off with a waist high wooden wall. Behind the wall and up to where she was standing now where tables with chairs. As she turned around behind the wall that made the hallway was some pool tables, where three guys were playing, then she saw the bar and her face dropped. "I warned ya." Rick said as he made his way to the bar. 

"Heya Rick, who..." a large lady stood behind the bar cleaning some beer bottles. "I heard rumors you were back the lady said. She was a very large lady, both in height and weight. Her hair was straight and light red. Her face had seen better days, between the drinking and the smoking she had a lot of wrinkles. 

"Hey Sherry." Jordan said looking away. 

"Figured." the lady said shaking her head. "Can go home to see ma and pa. But can't look your older sister in the eye. Can you?" the lady said slamming the bottle down on the bar. 

"It's not like that Sherry.. It's." Jordan said. She wanted to walk, run, turn around, or say something. Anything but just stand there, but she couldn't she was frozen.

"It's what?" Sherry yelled. 

"Now Sherry..." Rick began to say. 

"Shut it Rick!" Sherry yelled as she opened the half door and came from behind the bar. "This is family business, nothing to do with you." she said as she approached her little sister. Rick sat back he knew better. He had been called up many times because of fights that got out of hand here. Many times Sherry had called him because she had solved it herself and wanted the ambulance to take one of the guys away. She knew how to handle herself and many of her customers knew well enough not to make her mad. "So what is it sis?" she stood over Jordan looking down on her. Jordan cowered away. 

"I'm sorry." Jordan said. "Is that what you want me to say?" Jordan said. There was her father. Rick thought. Sherry might have her mom's no back down attitude but Jordan had her father's temper. "Sorry I stole your boyfriend, sorry I slept with him, sorry I ran away with my tail between my legs, sorry I left you here, holding the bag. Sorry, sorry sorry." Jordan yelled up to her sister. The two sister's looked at each other. Everybody stared thinking a fight was on the brink of breaking out. 

"What will you have?" Sherry said. As she walked back to the bar. Jordan breathed again. 

"Just a coke. I have six months in." Jordan said showing her AAA band. 

"You know what they say about that right?" Sherry laughed. 

"Yeah call me a quitter." Jordan laughed. The two sisters laughed and joked for an hour. Sherry caught her up on how she bought the bar from Bill, with help from mom and dad. How she married the guy the both of them slept with and had two kids. They gave each other a hug and Rick and Jordan left the bar. 

"Thanks." Jordan said as she got into his truck after dropping off the rental. 

"For." Rick said. 

"You know what." Jordan said nudging him. 

"Well I knew the two of you were not going to patch things up yourself." Rick said. Jordan nodded. They drove back in silence, not because they had nothing to say but it was nice. She had always felt comfortable around Rick. He was probably the one thing she had really missed about this place. Even though they never had been together officially, they had made out plenty of times. As he pulled into the dirt road and close to the house. He looked at her. 

"What?" she said. 

"I missed you Jordie." he said with a straight look on his face. She smiled. 

"I missed you too." she replied and gave him a kiss on the cheek. He grabbed her face and kissed her. She did not fight back. "Missed that too." she said as they stopped. She opened the door. 

"Hey there is a dance tomorrow at the bar. I have the night off." he said. 

"Why Rick are you asking me out on a date?" she asked smiling. 

"An official date. Yes." he said without smiling. She stopped smiling too. She jumped back into the cab of the truck. 

"We have been down this road before. Rick." she said. She remembered a school dance they both went to. Things changed that night, they stopped being close friends and things went south. It was the reason she slept with Eric her sister's boyfriend. 

"I know. But I lost you. I did not know where you went. Or how to get you back. And when I did. I went to New York Jordie." he said looking out the front window at the house. He could see the outline of Jodie's mother peering through the window. 

"Don't mind her. She is nosy." Jordan smiled. "And I know." she said looking at him. "I saw you." she shrugged. "Big white guy in jean overall's. You stood out." she shrugged again. 

"I saw you so happy there. With your new job and everything. So I left." he said. "That's why I became sheriff, I hoped if you returned you wouldn't see that immature, beer drinking, truck racing teen anymore." he said. She nodded. 

"I don't. Tell you what." she said looking at him. "You're on." she smiled. If he could turn over a new leaf so could she. She climbed out of the cab and went inside. 

"So?" her mother said as she got into the house. 

"Yes mom." Jordan said. "We are going on a date." she smiled. Her mom smiled from ear to ear. She had always liked Rick, had even planned a wedding for them in the future. Her father just sat there. 

"Don't worry about him. He took some of the doc's medication and has been quiet all night." Her mom said. "Thank you for taking him in." her mom said sitting by her husband. 

"Night" Jordan said going up the stairs. 

She laid in her bed, watching the TV. She had to move it from the foot of the bed to the side. She could never watch it like that, her boobs always got in the way. When she began to fall asleep she turned it off. She began to think of Rick, she thought of the times they made out. He was the last guy she had gone down on, well when she was here. She remembered he had a slight curve to his dick. Her hand trailed down her body and began playing with her clit, how she hated she left all of her toys back in New York. The more she thought of him, the more she got into it. Before long she was beginning to moan, with her other hand she grabbed a pillow and pulled it over her face, but that did not work. She grabbed one of tits and began to suck on the nipple. It was working she was cumming. She loved her nipples played with she sucked and nibbled on it. Fuck she was cumming hard. It had been months since she had a real dick in her. And now she knew she wanted it more than anything. As she came, she fell asleep. Tomorrow she knew the date would go well because she was going to fuck him for all his worth. 

When Jordan woke up she realized that what she thought last night was just a reaction to her being so horny. She hadn't slept with anyone in months. She got up and headed downstairs for breakfast. Her father was already tending to the horses. Her mother was making breakfast with a huge smile on her face. 

"What got you so happy this early?" Jordan said. 

"You." her mother smiled and sat next to her. Jordan looked at her mother even in her elder years, her mum maintained a nice plump figure. She was not as big as her sister but no where near skinny. Her boobs were much bigger than Jordan's. She remembered the day Sherry's breasts started to grow. Her mother warned her that they will never stop. It was a family thing, and there was no fighting it. When Jordan hit fourteen she thought the same thing would happen to her, but it didn't. Her's didn't start growing till she was in her later teens, and it was true, even now. Sometimes she had to get a new bra. 

"What did I do?" Jordan asked. Her mom brushed aside a lock of her brownish/gray hair. 

"The walls aren't that thick in this house." she gave her daughter a wink. Jordan's face flushed a bright red. Her mom laughed at her. "Seems like Rick is in for a rude awakening tonight." she smiled. 

"No it's not like that." Jordan said as she stood up. 

"Shit Jordie. A woman has needs and so does a man. Why do you think your father works out there all day." Her mom said with a huge smile on her face. 

"Mom!" Jordan said quite embarrassed. 

"He needs to keep that body in shape, to keep up with me." her mom was smiling from ear to ear. 

"Mom! Stop." Jordan said trying not to listen. 

"He sure as hell did not marry me for my smarts. He married me for these." her mom said bouncing her enormous boobs. "He still can't keep his hands off them." she said as she saw Jordan walk out the house. "It's only natural!" she shouted. She loved teasing her kids. 

Jordan looked around but could not see her father. So he must be somewhere in the fields. She went to the truck parked in the shed. It was her father's but since he had an accident way back, he couldn't drive it. She started it up. 

"Going somewhere?" her father asked. 

"To find you." she said turning it off. 

"Ah." he said. The two of them worked in the fields. And taking the horses out. They mostly grew tomatoes and other smaller vegetable to sell at the local grocery stores. Nothing big or that needed to much work. They hardly talked. Which Jordan liked. She had missed this. Quiet time with her father, he did not talk much but when he did people listened. 

"So you have a date with that Rick tonight huh?" he asked as they headed back to the house. 

"Yeah." she said. She looked at him, she could see he was not happy. "Don't like him much, I gather?" she asked. He shrugged. 

"Your to old for me to tell you, who I do or do not like." he said scratching the hair under his hat. They sat on the porch steps. 

"But tell me anyway." she said. 

"I don't like how he got the job. It was disrespectful." he said. This was news to Jordan. According to Rick he had won it in an election. 

"But didn't he win it?" she asked. 

"Yeah, he went to the county, and asked for an election because of what happened with Cole." her father said. He had peeked her interests. "A few years back. Some black guys came into town, on their way to some other city, or something. Anyway they went into the hardware store and stole a few things." he said looking out as the sun was dropping. "Anyway Cole was nearby and got the call. He went out there and chased those boys right into the hands of the others out there on Dave's road." he said as if he had been there. "Rick was just a deputy then. So they cornered the guys, and Cole let em go, as long as they returned what was stolen." He said shaking his head. "Well two weeks later, those same guys robbed another hardware store, they shot and killed two people as they escaped." he looked over at Jordan. "Rick went to the county and told them, that Cole had let those men go. Just a few weeks ago. They ordered an election and well Cole lost. It wasn't fair in many peoples eyes. But what is done is done." Jordan sat there, she did not know what to say. She could see both sides of the story, but she wanted to hear it from Rick. Cole had been like another father to her when she was growing up. He had let her and her friends get away with some crazy stuff. 

As Jordan looked in the mirror. She admitted to her self she looked great. She wore skin tight jeans, that she didn't think would fit her, but they just managed to button at the top. She turned around and checked out her ass. She remembered the guys at work used to call her a whootie, it took a her a while to find out what it meant but she had to admit they were right. She did have a nice ass. She wore a black shirt, which was her mother's a long time ago. It fit tightly across her chest, there was not many shirts or tops that she could wear. She had long ago stopped thinking she could wear any button up shirts. She wore one of her fathers flannel button up shirts over it, it was black, gray and white. She buttoned the bottom four buttons and tucked it into the jeans. Yup she looked great. There was a loud honk outside. She jumped but then smiled. She ran downstairs as she looked at her father sitting in his rocking chair. He was shaking his head. 

"Tell him not to do that. He'll scare the horses." he said. 

"Yes pa." she said as she ran outside. Rick was standing outside of his truck. She could tell he had cleaned it. "Thought you boy's liked your trucks dirty?" she said smiling. 

"Well I figured I would clean up since your a city girl and all." he said. He was wearing a white plain shirt with jeans. He had cleaned up, his hair was nicely cut and he was clean shaven.

"I dunno." she said "I liked the rough look." she said looking up at him. He was a big guy almost 7 ft tall he was not muscular big but very intimidating tall and wide. "Plus do I look like a city girl?" she said spinning around. 

"Nah!" he slapped her on the ass. "Get your country ass in here. Let's go." he said. She hopped in the truck. He got in and began to turn around. 

"Father said not to honk your horn next time. You'll scare the horses." she said as she buckled in. Rick smiled. He honked the horn loud and long. "Rick!" she said looking at him. 

"What? It's my acknowledgment." he said smiling. 

"Not funny." she said. She was serious. 

"Fine. I will apologize next time I see him." he said. She still wasn't happy. "What now?" 

"He doesn't like you much." she said. 

"Since when have you been daddy's girl?" he said. 

"I'm not. It's just that. I am back home and I want to make amends." she said settling down for the drive. 

"Look there are many people. That don't like what I did. But it had to be done. Cole was getting soft. Many people knew it, including your father. But they felt bad for Cole. I did what was right for this town, and I am not gonna apologize or feel bad for it. So if that's what you want. I might as well turn around right now." he said as he brought the truck to a stop. He looked at her. She opened the door. 

"I will walk." she said as she went to get out. 

"You're serious?" he said. 

"No one gives me an ultimatum. Rick. Not you, not my father. No one. I asked a question, you gave me an answer. There was no reason for the rest." she looked back at him. He shook his head. "So we going to dance or am I walking?" she asked. 

"Close the damn door." he said shaking his head. She closed it. "You sure have not changed Jordie." he said shaking his head. 

"Did you expect me to?" she said with a smile. 

"How did those city boys, put up with you?" he asked. 

"Truthfully? They would have let me walk." she said shrugging. They both laughed. 

The bar was not full of people, mostly people drinking at the bar. She walked over to her sister who was still at the bar. 

"Is it normally like this?" Jordan asked. 

"No. Usually there is less people." she replied. Jordan smiled. Rick and her sat in one of the seats, next to the dance floor. There was only four people dancing. After what seemed like a few hours she had to admit, that even with the slight hiccup at the beginning. It wasn't a bad date. She saw another side to Rick. He was right he was not the childish, immature person she had left. She looked over at the dance floor no one was dancing. She got up and went to the man in a small room, that played the music. She got out on the dance floor as the man played the song she requested. She loved this song, it was a country song with a nice beat. As she began to dance another lady joined her. She looked over at Rick and he got up. Then another, then another. They were all dancing the same to the beat, kicking their feet. Jordan looked around, the dance floor was almost full, and there were still people dancing were the tables were. Jordan looked over at her sister and motioned for her to join. Her sister made her way out to the floor. The song changed but people still danced. 

As Jordan laid there looking up at the stars, she looked back at the events that led to her leaving this place. The door to the truck slammed, bringing her back to reality. They both left the bar and headed out to one of the fields. It was one of the fields that had a great view of the stars. She laid in the back of the pick up truck. Rick climbed in and laid beside her. 

"Remember when we used to come out here." he said holding her hand. 

"Yeah." she said remembering. He gently kissed her. 

"Always wanted to do that." he said smiling. 

"Oh yeah. What else?" she asked with a devilish smile. He began to kiss her and one of his hands began to fondle one of her tits. "Thought as much." she said. He kept kissing and now his hand was pawing and squeezing at her tit. She loved them being touched. She reached down his pants and found his dick, she pulled down his jeans and sat up. She had wanted this thing in her mouth, all night. It kept poking her while she was dancing and the whole drive over here it was on her mind. She engulfed the whole six and a half inches down her mouth. There was a loud moan from Rick as his hands fell to the sides. His pelvis pushed upwards. She bobbed her head down taking all of it in. Then released only to go back down again. 

"Holy fucking shit!" he shouted. As his whole dick kept being swallowed. She then pushed him back down and held him down as she bobbed up and down faster and faster. She had plenty of practice with bigger ones. Her rhythm kept getting faster and faster as she took it all in, twisting her head this way and that, while she was doing it. Her tongue licked all around. "Fuck!" he said as he held her down. But she pushed it away. She did not need any help with this. She took it all the way in and began squeezing and milking his balls. As he shot his cum deep into her mouth. Deep down she giggled, she could always bring a guy to cum fast. She laid back. 

"Where the fuck did you learn to do that?" Rick said breathing heavy. 

"Do you really want to know?" she asked. "Or are you just glad to reap the benefits." 

"Don't tell me." he said He began to take off her shirt. "I want to see how big these things are." he said as she lifted up, so he could take off her shirt. "Damn!" he said looking down at her bra. He began to tear it off. 




Welcome Home Pt. 01



"Fuck No!" she said pushing his hands away. "Tear the shirt. You know how much these bra's cost?" she said smiling at him as she took off the bra herself. His face said it all as he stared at them. He began to kiss them first then he found the nipples. She had small nipples for having such huge breasts. But they were the most sensitive part of her body. One of her ex's brought her to cum, just by sucking and nibbling on them. But Rick was mauling her chests to the point it was more painful than pleasurable. He did not pay much attention to her nipples. Then his hand found its way between her legs. She moaned, trying to make him pay more attention to her now pulsing pussy. He got the hint as his mouth slid down her body. He peeled off her jeans. Her panties were the next thing off. She closed her eyes expecting his mouth to find her, but she felt nothing. Then she felt the head off his dick lining up with her. She looked down making sure he was wearing protection. When she saw it, she couldn't wait to feel it inside her. 

He pushed forward lifting her legs, onto his shoulder. She almost screamed as she felt it slide into her. 

"Fuck." he said in pleasure as he began to slide in and out of her slow at first. She could feel all of him inside her, her hand marched its way down her body to find her clit. As he rocked back and forth. 

"Faster." she said. Her toes curling as he began to go faster. "Right there!" she screamed feeling him going deeper inside her. He was really fucking her now. His balls slapped against her louder and louder. Damn she needed this. She thought. She rubbed herself faster to keep the tempo with him. 

"Oh fuck!" he said as his body began to tighten. He slammed it all the way in as his body shuddered. Then he pulled out and lay beside her. "Fuck that was good." he said. She looked over at him. She wasn't even close to finishing. He gave her a kiss on the forehead. And pulled on his pants. He looked over at her. Then he looked at his watch. 

"We got to go to Joe's, he is throwing a party." he said jumping out of the back of the truck. She couldn't believe it. Here she was still with her fingers, on her clit, naked and he was already in the cab of the truck with the engine started. He knocked on the window. She was infuriated. She quickly got dressed and went into the cab. 

"Take me home." she said putting her shirt back on. \

"You don't want to go to Joe's?" he said as he pulled out of the field. 

"No." she said putting the jacket on. 

"Why not?" he asked. She could see in his face he had no clue. And she wasn't about to start another fight. 

"Have to help, my father tomorrow." She lied. He tried to ask her what was wrong but she kept saying nothing. Until they got to the dirt road that lead to her house.

"I will walk from here." she said silently. "Don't want to scare the horses." she said. He leaned over to give her a kiss. But she was already out the door. 

"See you tomorrow?" he asked. There was some concern in his voice, but she was already past the point of caring. She nodded and began walking. His truck backed out and raced away. She walked the dirt path up to the house. She threw stones in every direction leading up to the house. 

"I use to do that." her mother said startling her as she got to the porch. 

"What are you doing up?" Jordan said to her mother as she sat on the bench next to her. 

"Your father is snoring again." her mother said. "I will give him some time to really fall asleep, then I will go in." she said smiling. "I take it, it was a bad date?" she asked. 

"Nah. It was ok. Not the worst." Jordan said. Which was the truth. It had not been a bad date. Just the sex was bad. 

"It will get better." her mother said with an evil grin. 

"Mom!" Jordan said. 

"What?" her mom said innocently. "Women can tell these things. You think your father was a stud the first time?" she said. 

"Oh My God." Jordan said standing up. "I am not going to listen to this." she said smiling. "I love you mom." she said kissing her mom on the forehead. She walked inside. 

"He barely found the hole." her mom said. She loved antagonizing Jordan, it never worked with Sherry, even as a kid Jordan was the one, to tell scary stories and get a reaction. Sherry would just sit there and listen. If she told something embarrassing to Sherry, she would add to it. But not Jordan, she would get all flushed and run away. 

The morning came fast. Jordan put on a pair of jeans and her dad's shirt and began working on a tree stump, that had been bugging her since she came back. Her father walked up to her. 

"Bad night?" he asked sitting on the back of the truck. She looked back.

"How can you tell?" she said. She never lied to her father. He would see right through it. 

"One your taking an ax to a tree stump, instead of the roots. And two you have my shirt on backwards." he said. Sure enough, as she looked at the shirt it was on backwards. She let out a sigh. "Want to talk about it?" he asked. She smiled and looked back at him with a grin. 

"Do you really want to hear about it?" she asked. 

"Nope." he replied with a smile. They both laughed. They spent the next few hours tearing the tree stump out of the ground and replanting a new one. She looked over at the house. She could see Rick's sheriff truck. She took a deep sigh. 

"I better go see what he wants." she said. 

"Yup." her father nodded. She climbed over one of the gates and ran across the small field separating the house from the rest of the grounds. As she got inside. Rick was talking to her mom. 

"Hey Jordie." her mom said as she was peeling potato's. "Rick was just telling me how you had people dancing last night." she said. 

"That's great." Jordan said. "Can I see you outside for a minute." she said to Rick. They both walked outside. 

"What's on your mind?" he said wrapping his arms around her. She peeled them off. 

"What are you doing here?" she asked still mad. 

"Had some free time. So I thought I would come spend some time with you." he said again trying to get close to her. "The way you acted last night, I thought we might need to talk, since we are you know." he said as he tried to hug her again.

"Wait. You think. No. No. It was a date!" she said shaking her hand at him. 

"What about after the date?" he said with a smile on his face. 

"You mean the two minutes we spent in the back of your truck?" she shouted. He tried to hush her. "No you can shout we are together. But I can't tell the truth?" she said. He grabbed her hard. "Let go. Or I swear, I will go to jail for hitting you, in your uniform." she said. 

"What is your problem?" he asked her. 

"You don't even know." she said shaking her head and walking towards the house. 

"Well I guess, I will tell Cyndi and Joe to call off our date then." he said walking towards the driver side of his truck. 

"What?!" she said racing back to him. "You told Cyndi?" she said with horror. "As in blabber mouth Cyndi?" she said. 

"Yeah she and the others were at Joe's. I guess I got excited that we finally were together. So I told a few people." he said shrugging. Jordan almost fell walking backwards. 

"A few people. What? Exactly?" she asked. 

"You know." he said. With a huge grin on his face. 

"Go Rick. Just go!" she said walking into the house. Her mom was still peeling potato's but she gave her a look that said. "I'm sorry." She raced up to her room. She slammed the door behind her. She let out the most horrifying scream.



Welcome Home Pt. 02



This story takes up right where part one left off. As usual my stories have woman with bigger than average chest sizes, so if this is not your thing. You have been warned. To have an idea of what kind of body any of the female characters in any of my stories look like please see my bio. Thank you. 

Jordan Finds out the truth

"Jordie?" her mom said from behind the door. 

"Not now mom." Jordan said, she was still mad. How could he just tell people? She kept thinking. 

"He is still downstairs." her mom said. Jordan threw the pillow in her hand to the floor. She opened the door and rushed downstairs, pushing past her mom on the way. 

"What!" she screamed at him. She did not care that he was almost a foot taller than her. Or that he was the sheriff. 

"Can we just talk?" he said looking down at her with those puppy eyes. 

"No!" she said still infuriated. "You think I am your property?" 

"No of course not. Just after..." he said but he looked over. Her father was now behind them heading for the house. 

"After what? We had sex?" We fucked. What?" she said still screaming. Rick tried to calm her down by trying to hug her. 

"What part of No! Don't you get?" she asked this time her voice was lowered. "I have feelings for you Rick, I really do. But if there is going to be an us, you have to stop with this sick crush you have on me." she said her voice was low now. 

"Deal. I mean I will try." Rick shrugged. 

"And no more telling people anything. I don't like people knowing things about me." she said looking up at him. 

"I can do that." Rick smiled. She shook her head. 

"Dating. We are not together." she gave in. She did have feelings for him, and coming back had brought all those feelings back. How could she not. This was the boy that followed her home from school everyday, the boy who helped her pick out flowers for her grandmother's funeral, he was there when they buried the puppies, that her father had found. 

"For now." he said as he hugged her. She let him this time. "I got to head back to work, but I will be back later." he said as he climbed into the truck. She walked back to her father who was sitting on the porch. 

"Say it." she said. She looked back at him. He shook his head. 

"Nothing to say." he replied. 

"He has nothing to say now." her mother said. Joining him on the swinging bench. "Later he will." she added. "But it is your life Jordie. I like him." she said smiling. Her father looked out to the stables. 

"What about Cole?" he asked. "Wasn't he your best friend?" he said looking at her. 

"Cole is better off. He has lost weight and he is less stressed. So where is the harm?" her mother shrugged. Jordan smiled that was her mother always seeing the good in the bad. Her father smiled and shook his head. They kissed. 

"I am going to my room." Jordan said. 

"Oh there was a packet that came for you." her mother said. As she went inside. Jordan followed her. Looking at the package she could tell it was from Andrew, Jamie's little brother. 

"Thanks. I have been waiting for this." Jordan said. She opened it to see the confirmation number. All of her stuff had been delivered to the storage facility. There was also a personalized note. 

Hey Jordie: 

Nymphet moved out. So I am staying here for the rest of the month. There were checks from your old job so I sent them. Hope all is well. 

Andrew. 

P.S. I think Jamie is over her head. Can you call her? 

Jordan crumpled up the paper in a tight ball and threw it into the trash. Jamie was always getting into trouble. Always running off with any guy that gave her any attention. 

"I have to do a few things. Can I borrow the truck?" Jordie asked. Her mother nodded. Jordan waved bye to her father as she climbed into the truck. 

She drove a few miles out of town and into the next town. There was a bigger hub of stores here. She was amazed at how she had remembered everything. There were a few things different but other wise it was the same layout. 

"Hello." the storage clerk said, as Jordan entered. Jordan took the sunglasses off her eyes. She told him the confirmation number and he gave her the keys. She paid no attention to him staring at her chest. She was used to it. She walked outside and made her way to her storage pod. She opened it and saw her bed, a computer table, with no computer and a chair. There were a few other boxes but other than that everything was there. She opened one of the boxes and found her other cell phone. She did not know why she left it in the box but now she was glad to have it. She listened and deleted all of the messages and she sat on one of the chairs. Then she called. 

"Hello Stranger!" Jamie said. 

"What you doing tramp?" Jordan said smiling. 

"I am in Nevada!" Jamie screamed happily. "That guy. I was with. Told me I could live with him!" she exclaimed. 

"Your brother is worried about you." Jordan said not one for taking the long way round. 

"Whatever. He needs to get laid, then he can stop worrying about me." she said. Jordan sighed. 

"He has good reason to. When was the last time you made a good decision?" Jordan asked. There was silence. 

"Bye Jordan. Don't call me again." the phone went silent. Jordan shook her head. Some people did not want to be saved. She sent a text to Andrew. 

"Hi. Just talked to Nymphet, lost cause. Sorry." she slipped the phone into her pocket, then closed and locked up. She was hungry so she went over to one of the many small restaurants. As she began to eat, her phone buzzed. 

"Thank you for trying. I have a feeling. I will not see her again. Alive anyway." Andrew sent a text back. Jordan read it over and over. Deep down she felt the same. 

"She was a good person once. Just remember her that way. If you ever need ANYTHING. You have a new sister." she said tears welling up, in her eyes. 

"Thank you." Andrew replied. She looked at her phone. She wanted to call Jamie again. Maybe say anything, to get her to go back home. But she knew Jamie, once she was hooked, there was nothing anyone could do. She shook her head. "Bye Jamie." she said as she deleted the contact. She took a deep breath and looked out the window. This was her home now. There was nothing to go back to. 

"Is that Jordan, Jordan Matthews?" a voice screamed. Jordan turned back around and saw a lady looking at her. 

"Leanne!" Jordan said. The brunette lady standing in front of her used to be one of her good friends. "Who is this?" Jordan said to the small girl next to her. 

"Jamie, say hello to mom's friend." Leanne said as she sat down opposite Jordan. Jordan looked at the girl with shock. 

"Jamie?" she asked. 

"Yeah, she is four. And another one on the way." Leanne said tapping her stomach. 

"Wow go you." Jordan said. Still looking at the small girl. 

"Any for you?" Leanne said. 

"Nope. Baby maker is broken for good." Jordan said. 

"Damn. Sorry forgot." Leanne said. A childhood accident riding a horse. Took the possibility of Jordan having children away. 

"Nothing to be sorry about." Jordan shrugged. 

"Well Rick will be a happy man." Leanne said. This brought Jordan back from kid world. "After all most men would love a woman with a broken baby maker." she laughed. Jordan smiled. 

"How did you hear about Rick and I?" she asked. But she knew a small town held no secrets. She was surprised that it wasn't on a bill board already. But before she could answer. Leanne's phone rang. 

"Ok I will be right there." Leanne said. "Sorry have to go left a new girl behind the counter." Leanne said as she began to walk away. 

Jordan got back in her truck. She made a beeline back to town. When she got back she walked to the bakery. 

"Hey Jordie." the lady behind the counter said. 

"Talk now." Jordie said. Motioning for the back room. The lady looked worried and walked to the back. 

"What is it Jordie?" the lady asked. 

"No more." Jordan demanded.

"Huh?" the lady said lost. 

"Cindy. Do not tell anyone else. Please." Jordan pleaded trying to be nice. 

"About you and Rick?" Cindy said. Her bright blue eyes finally figuring it out. "But it's such a good thing. You should of seen him last night. He was so happy. He looked like a little puppy." Cindy said with a huge smile. "Any woman should be proud to have a man say her name like the way he did last night." Cindy said. "He kept going on and on about how you too used to be. And how things around here were finally coming around for him." Cindy blurted. "It was a sight to see." This changed Jordan's mood. 

"Really?" she asked. 

"Yeah. He kept going on and on, about how long he had been waiting and how it was the best thing in the world." Cindy said holding Jordan's hands. 

"I don't know what to say." Jordan said. "I mean I knew but..." she said not knowing he felt that deep about her. 

"If it was me, I would be screaming that I had a guy like that." Cindy said nodding her head. Jordan felt bad, but then she smiled. 

"Thank you for telling me. But keep it between us. Until I get things sorted." Jordan said. Cindy nodded her head. Cindy smiled as Jordan left. Jordan half walked, half ran across the small square. She opened the door to the sheriff's office. 

"Where is Rick?" she asked. The two men sat there and shrugged. She shook her head. She grabbed the radio and hit the call button. 

"Rick where are you?" she asked into it. 

"Jordan?" Rick's voice said. 

"Yes. Where are you?" she asked. 

"Jordan you're not supposed..." Rick began to say. 

"Do not make me come find you Rick!" she shouted. 

"Out by the abandoned warehouse." he answered. She dropped the radio. 

"Thanks guys. Keep doing whatever you do." she said as she walked out. She raced out to the abandoned warehouse. As she pulled in she could see his work truck. She skidded the truck to a stop and looked around for him. 

"Jordan?" he asked as she raced over to him. She leaped into the air. He caught her as her legs wrapped around him. "Ok I like this so far." he said as she kissed him deeply. "What did I do to deserve this?" he asked as she jumped down. 

"Nothing." she said as she unbuckled his belt. 

"Jordan! People can see us." he said as she reached her hand inside his boxers. She pulled out his dick. 

"No one is around for miles." she said as she began to suck him. 

"Goddamn girl." Rick said as he began to stumble. All the blood rushed to his dick. She took his dick in her hand and walked him over to his truck. 

"You might want to lean against it." she said again as she knelt to the floor. She took him in her mouth and began to vigorously suck him deep. He leaned back against the front of his truck. He looked down at her head as it bobbed back and forth, faster and faster. She loved the feeling of a dick in her mouth, the way it throbbed and pulsed. She looked up at him. But the best thing was the look on a man's face, while she had him, right where she wanted him. 

"Damn it Jordie." he said as he leaned his head back. 

"Not yet." she said as she let his dick go. She took off her shirt. Exposing her dark blue bra. She took his dick and shoved it under the bra and between her tits. "Bet you never been tit fucked like this." she said with a huge smile on her face. He looked down at her, she knew he was looking for the top of his dick to pierce the top of her boobs. But it wouldn't happen. Her boobs were too big. She slid them up and down totally enveloping all of his dick inside her cleavage. Her hands mashed them together as she squeezed them tighter. 

"Fuck it Jordie." he said ruining her fun. He Stood her up then grabbed her shorts and pulled them down to her boots. She stood there in her thong. He grabbed her waist and pushed her against his truck. He slowly grabbed her waist and slid his dick inside her. Fuck she loved when he did this. She loved how he took charge and put her the way he wanted. He started fucking her hard. He grabbed her waist hard between his big hands. He pulled her back and forth on his dick. 

"That's it Rick. Fuck me!" she screamed. "Fuck me hard. Use me." she said as she bucked backwards onto his dick. She was fully bent over with one hand on the grill of the truck and the other massaging one of her breasts. Rick was going as fast as he could. But as Jordan was finally getting into it. He pulled his dick out and shot his cum all over her back. 

"I wish more workdays were like this." he said leaning against his truck. His pants and boxers still at his ankles. Jordan pulled her thong back in place and pulled up her shorts. She was mad again. She had barely gotten started and he was done. But she had just given him a blow job and a great tit fuck. 

"Let's go back to your place." she said. The sun was just setting. He could not nod fast enough. She went back to her truck. She followed him all the way to his house. Rick had moved out of the town and into the back woods, he had always said he would buy land out here and put a house on it. When they finally reached it, she saw that it was a ranch style house at the end of a dirt road. She could not help but laugh as she thought what if her friends could see her now. He opened the door for her, but as soon as she got in, he lifted her up and carried her in his arms. They made their way into the bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed. It was a mess, truck magazines all over the bed. It smelt like dirty socks. 

"If I knew you were coming..." he began to say. But she did not care. She just wanted to be fucked and hard. She was not going to suck him or anything. She pulled her shorts down and her blue thong. He stripped off his clothes and climbed on top of her. She shook her head and she rolled him over. She climbed on top. This time she was going to be in control. She took off her shirt and bra. He stared up at her huge tits. 

"They are so fucking big!" he said as he began to maul at them again. She shook her head as she felt his dick grow harder. She positioned it at the entrance of her pussy and then slid down onto it. Damn did it feel good, she thought. She closed her eyes as she began to rock back and forth on it. He began to suck and nibble on her nipples. She moaned as she began to go faster back and forth, back and forth. She was easily taking all of him in. She loved the feel of his dick, the slight curve to it. She put her hands on his chest and pushed upwards, now on the very tips of her toes. She began to bounce up and down. 

"Fuck Jordie." he said lying back. Taking his hands off her chest. 

"No. Play with them." she said grabbing his hands and putting them on her chest. She began to bounce harder. 

"Fuck. I'm cumming." he said. Her eyes shot open as she looked down at him. She could feel his body tensing, his dick pulsing. She quickly got off as he came again. She looked at the time. They had barely been in the room for four minutes. She remembered she remembered seeing the time when she landed on the bed. He was laid out, looking up at the ceiling. "Your the best Jordie." he said before his eyes closed. She looked down at him from her sitting position. She was infuriated. He had cum twice now. She poked him. Then pushed him but he did not stir. She gathered up her things and walked to the front door. She slammed it shut as she walked out, she didn't care if she was naked. There was no one around to see her. She threw her clothes into her truck and sped off. She barely remembered the way out here, but now it was dark and she was lost. She kept looking for familiar signs to guide her back. When she saw someone on a bike coming down the road. She quickly put her clothes back on throwing the bra behind the seat. She waited till the bike got closer before flashing her lights at it. 

"Jordan. What are you doing out here?" Cole said. 

"Lost. I had followed Rick out here. But he fell asleep and I forgot I promised Dad I would help him in the morning." she said. Cole nodded but she knew he could tell what had really happened. She had no bra on and she reeked of cum. 

"Tell you what. Let me ride with you and I will take you back." Cole said. She was in no position to argue. She nodded and watch him throw his bike in the back of the truck. She rolled down the windows to air out the smell. Her back still felt sticky from all of Rick's cum. She should of showered before storming out. Cole climbed into the front. He smiled as he pointed in a direction. 

"Thank you. I usually bike this every other night. But I got a flat." he said. 

"No problem. Thank you. Or I would have been circling for hours." she said smiling as he pointed onto another road. 

"About time you and Rick got hitched." he said. 

"No! It's not like that. We are just dating, to see how it goes." she said. And after tonight she did not see it going anywhere. 

"Ah. I see." Cole said looking out the window. 

"Same look my father gave me." she said shaking her head. 

"Your father is a good judge of character. Hell I used to have him come in and look at line ups. Seven for Seven, he did. Nailed each person dead on." Cole said slapping the dash board. "Like a human lie detector." Cole said smiling. "That man should have been a judge." he said waving his finger at her. 

"He does not like Rick." She said. 

"Well. He has good reason. He is dating and sleeping with his daughter." Cole said with a devious smile. 

"No because of what he did to you." She replied. 

"Ah." Cole said scratching his chin. "Water under the bridge." 

"So it's true?" she asked. 

"That he screwed me?" Cole said with a small hint of anger. "Absolutely." she looked over at him. As he said that. "He wanted my job from the moment he got back from New York. All he could talk about was making you proud of him. And there was no better way than to become sheriff." Cole said shaking his head. 

"But he came to New York two years ago. Wasn't he sheriff already?" she asked. As she made another turn. Now she knew where she was. 

"Ha!" Cole laughed. "How many times you think he came to New York?" he asked. She looked at him and shrugged. 

"Twice?" she said. 

"Try eight. Eight times." Cole said. "Bled the money he got from his parent's will dry." Cole said. "And those boys that killed the people at the hardware store. They were Hispanic, not black. But colored is colored out here. No one questioned it. And the one's I let go. Your father did not know this but they were minors." Cole said. Jordan looked at him again. Cole was never a person to get upset. She remembered a time when Leanne and her took his cop car for a ride and crashed it into a tree. He did not get upset. But now he was angry, no furious. 

"Did you tell the county?" she asked. 

"Ha! They wanted someone to blame for the murders. So who else?" Cole said. "So I was the one." Cole said as he pointed to a road. "I can walk from here. Isabelle is home and I don't want to go inside mad. She will call the doc for sure." he smiled. She parked the truck on the side of the road. He climbed and got his bike out the back. He came back to the window. "Don't you dare, take my word over what you have. You find out the truth yourself. You're like your father. A good judge of character. Use it." he said as he walked away. 

Jordan was more mad,then when she had left, Rick's house. She drove home and walked inside. Everyone was fast asleep. She wanted the truth now more than ever. Not because he was lousy in bed. But if he had come up to New York more than once, that was creepy. She laid there thinking about what she should do. 

"JORDAN! It's 11, you going to sleep all day." her mum screamed up at her. Jordan woke up with a jolt. Had she really slept half the day away. 

"I'm up." Jordan said down the stairs as she made her way to the bathroom. She missed having a bathroom in her room. 




Welcome Home Pt. 02



"Can you take me to the store?" her mum asked. 

"Of course." Jordan said. She had to cash the few checks that Andrew had sent and get a few things. As she got out the shower she began to get dressed, as she put on her bra it wouldn't snap together, she kept on pulling and pulling. Then it snapped. She took a deep breath, then it really snapped. 

"Not again!" she screamed. She grabbed the tape from her toiletry bag. Began to measure around. "Fucker!" she said at herself. She had gotten bigger again. "Stop fucking growing!" she held her boobs up at yelled at them. "Yeah right bitch." she said in a mocking voice impersonating her boobs. She put on an emergency bra, which was really just a really stretched out sports bra. She put on the rest of her clothes and walked downstairs. She couldn't believe they were still growing. When she had decided to lose the hundreds of pounds she had put on, her friend had told her of this Asian natural remedy place. She had tried one of the home remedies she found there. The lady behind the counter said there would be side effects but this was ridiculous. It was nearly every year she was getting bigger. 

"Grew again huh?" her mother said pointing at Jordan's boobs. 

"Yeah. They won't stop!" she said as grabbed them. 

"Doing that, won't help." her mother said. 

"I will have to order the size. I want online." Jordan said. "If they even have bra's that go this fucking high." she said. 

"Jordan!" her mother said. 

"Sorry." Jordan said. Realizing she was still irritable from last night. 

"Whatever it is, you should not swear at the table." her mother said. Jordan nodded. They finished eating breakfast and told her father they were going to the store. 

Jordan pulled into a parking spot. Her mother looked happy to be out of the house. 

"Don't get out much, do you?" Jordan asked. Her mom just smiled. They walked into the store which served everything from clothes to food. 

"Hey Leanne." her mom said. 

"Hey Cathy, Hey Jordie." Leanne said with a smile. 

"Jordie needs a new bra." her mom said. 

"Seriously mother?" Jordan said rolling her eyes. 

"Cynthia. Watch the counter." Leanne gently said to the younger woman. "Come on Jordie. Let's get you measured up. And get it ordered. I never carry the sizes for your sister or your mother." They went to the back. Where there was a small room with a mirror and another one of Leanne's female assistants."Ok top off and bra." Leanne said. Grabbing a small tape measure. 

"I measured them before and ..." Jordan began to say. Leanne brushed her off as she stood next to Jordan. 

"Ok lets see." Leanne whispered to herself as she wrapped the tape around Jordan and under her breast. "Wow. Thought it would be much bigger." Leanne looked at her assistant. "42inches -106centimeters" she took the tape and wrapped it around her then across her boobs. "Wow Jordie!" she smiled. "Your officially bigger than your mom." again she turned to her assistant. "26inches -- 66 centimeters" Leanne confirmed dropping the tape. 

"I could of told you that. I need a 30MM bra." Jordie implied. Rolling her eyes.

"We will just go to a N." Leanne said. "How many do you want?" Leanne asked. "With my 20% discount, I can save you." Leanne said as she walked out of the room. Jordan put on her clothes. 

"Four should be good." Jordan said. 

"Eight." Leanne told the assistant. "Here you go. Pick the colors." 

"Thanks." Jordan said looking through a book. 

"So what's the verdict?" Jordan's mom asked. 

"30N." Leanne said a little too loud as a few men at the counter turned around. "She has bigger boobs than you." she quipped . Jordan smiled. 

"Same old Leanne." she sighed. Leanne had never had a volume control. She always spoke out loud. 

"Yeah that's me. But it's not a secret. Your family has always had big boobs." Leanne shrugged. She typed into her computer. "I can have them here in four to five days. Give or take." she said. As Jordan showed her the colors she wanted. "What are you staring at?" Leanne asked at one of the men. "She has boobs. Get over it." Leanne told him. Jordan smiled. She took out her purse and handed over a credit card. 

"Will you be taking care of your mom's tab too?" Cynthia asked. Jordan's mom shot the assistant a look. 

"Sure." Jordan said. Not noticing the look. 

"Thank you. Here is your receipt." the assistant said. 

"You did not have to do that." Her mom said. As they climbed into the truck. 

"It's no big deal." Jordan said as she put the truck into gear. She put the receipt down but a number caught her eye. She stopped the truck and picked the receipt back up. She knew her bras would cost a lot but the total was way more than she expected. She would have to put all her checks in the bank to make sure she had enough to cover it. 

"Mom?" Jordan said. As she put the truck back in park. 

"We have been a little short on cash lately." Her mom said shrugging. 

"Mom. This is not a little." Jordan said. Lifting her sunglasses. 

"Like you said. It's not a big deal." Her mom said. 

"Stay!" Jordan said. As she got out of the truck,. 

"Jordan Matthews!" Her mom yelled at her from the tuck. But Jordan went back into the store. "Here we go." Leanne said shaking her head. She hurried the assistant away. "Cynthia is new. She had no right to ask that." Leanne began to say. "I know your mom, she was good for a while. I have other tabs that are much larger." She blurted out. "You done?" Jordan asked. Leanne nodded. She knew her old best friend. Once the temper gauge reached full, there was no getting it down. "How much, how long and how many?" Jordan asked. Leanne shook her head. "Leanne. Don't make me come over this counter." Jordan said. Her thick country accent was in full force. "They owe a lot, it's been a while and all over town." Leanne sighed. "Is the tab here taken care of?" Jordan asked as she made her way to the door. Leanne nodded. Jordan slammed the door closed. She stormed over to the truck and opened it. 

"Now Jordan. I am still your mother and if I say." Her mom began to say. 

"Where to?" Jordan asked. Her mom looked at her. 

"Just as stubborn as your father." Her mom said. "The hardware store." Her mom said giving in. They made their way across town paying off the tabs. After all was said and done. Jordan was nearly broke. Except for a few hundred she had and a savings account, which she was saving for a really rainy day. 

"You said you were broke." Her mom said as they sat down for lunch at a diner. 

"New York City broke." Jordan said. "If I stayed. I would have used up all that money in two weeks." She explained. 

"So what happened? Thought Dad was getting money from the government for selling his Granddad's place?" Jordan asked. 

"None of your business." Her mom smiled back. "Thank you for helping. We appreciate it. But stay out of it." She added. 

"Mom. You know me. I can get it from any one of these people in here." She said with a smile back. "Which would you rather me hear it from?" Jordan asked. Her mom shot her an evil look then glanced around. She knew anyone of these people would gladly tell a story. 

"You are the meanest daughter I have." Her mom said. 

"You brought me up this way. Now spill it." Jordan said. Her mom sighed. 

"We got in over our heads, when we decided to help your sister with the bar. That is all. Between the licenses and things that needed to be fixed. It just got away from us." her mom confessed folding her arms. 

"How much?" Jordan asked. "Now that I will not tell." Her mom said. Jordan knew she was at a point where she dare not cross. She nodded her defeat and her mom smiled. "Can we talk about something else?" she pleaded looking away. Jordan agreed but she was not going to let this go. As soon as she dropped her mom back at home she went upstairs. She pretended to be doing some things around her room, to make room for her own things to be brought up. But she was just stalling. She heard her parents go up to their room, and when she thought they were asleep she went out the window. She had done this many times. It was a simple slide down the wall then jump at the end. As she landed she tried to remember why she had done that so many times. She rubbed her ankles and went for the truck. As she opened the door a single beam of light hit the door. "And where do you think you're going?" her father's voice boomed in the darkness. She turned around and saw him sitting on the porch, with a flashlight. 

"Thought I would go out. Got a date. Didn't want to wake you." Jordan lied. Her father shook his head. 

"Your mother told me about, your little talk today." he shot out as he stood up. Jordan nodded. 

"I thought she would." Jordan nodded. 

"What happens with our financial problems is no concern of yours. You hear?" he barked down to her in a stern voice. "And if you don't like it, you can take that truck to the airport and I will pick it up tomorrow." he turned and went into the house. Jordan put her back against the truck. He was right of course. She had no right to come here and act like the way she did. But this was her parents, she did not want them to be in any bad way. She walked back inside. There he was sitting at the table. She poured herself some iced tea and sat across from him. 

"I'm sorry." she apologized. "I had no right." she nodded. 

"You damn right you didn't." he roared at her. "You upset your mother, after all she has been through." he said. "Tomorrow you will apologize to her." he ordered. Jordan nodded. "You got questions you come ask me." he looked at her in the eyes.

"Yes sir." Jordan nodded. 

"Now what is it you need to know?" he asked. She looked up at him stunned. 

"Come on. I know you better than you know yourself. Once you got your teeth into something. Nothing, not even me scolding you will make you let it go." he said. She smiled. He was right. 

"Mom said the problems started when you began to help Sherry with the bar." Jordan said. 

"Well there you go. What else do you need?" he said sitting back in the chair. "Sherry handles all that paper crap. Between her and your mom they know what is going on. They just tell me how much I got to spend." he shrugged. "But I tell you this." he said as he leaned forward and pointed a finger to her. "You upset your mother like that again. I personally will take you to the airport myself and you will not be welcomed back." he waited for her to acknowledge then he kissed her on the forehead. "Night." he said as he walked up the stairs. Jordan smiled. He had said she could not upset her mom, but did not say anything about her sister. She grabbed a jacket and went back out to the truck. She put it in gear and raced out of the dirt road that led to the house. 

Sherry had began closing already it was only a few minutes after ten but hardly anyone ever showed after nine. She heard the tires screech around the corner and knew the familiar skid to a halt in the parking lot. She turned the key and turned around. 

"Should of never taught you drive." Sherry said looking at her sister. As she jumped out of the truck. 

"We need to talk." Jordan said. Sherry took a look at her younger sister. 

"Figured." she admitted taking out a cigarette, she pulled down the tailgate of her truck and sat down. The truck groaned and creaked under her weight. "Heard all the commotion you been causing around town today." she said as she lit the cigarette. "Knew it would be a matter of time before you barked down my door." she looked at her. "So let it out." she shrugged. 

"How much are they in debt?" Jordan asked. She was not going to pull punches. 

"A lot. But not enough to lose the farm or the house. Just yet." Sherry answered. Jordan sighed looking up at the stars. That was a relief. "Now the horses." Sherry said. "I don't know." she was being honest. Between all the bills at the bar, her own house, the farm, and the parents house. There was just not enough to keep feeding and taking care of the horses. 

"He can not lose the horses." Jordan said. "It will kill him." she said. Sherry nodded. 

"I tried to give back the bar, but the bank doesn't want it. It doesn't make enough. All the numbers and everything is in there on the computer in my office. If you want to take a look." Sherry said standing up. The truck sounded like it breathed a sigh of relief. She handed the keys over to Jordan. Jordan nodded her thanks as she watched her sister get in the truck and pull away. She opened the door and walked in, the place was pitch black and eerie. She put her hand against the wall and turned on a light. She made sure to close the door and lock it behind her so no late drinkers would think they were open. She made her way to the back behind the bar. The office was small, it had a table filled with papers and bills, littered all over it. 

"Sherry." she shook her head. She powered on the computer. It had no password and was operating on an old version of windows. She shook her head again. The internet was slower than molasses but she did not need that right now. She started to look at the files that were on there and found the one she was looking for. She had done her share of accounting for her job. Lance had shown her many things. She took a deeper sigh, it was worse than what Sherry had said. Everything was on the line, if they did not file for bankruptcy, the bank could take everything. She put her hair back in a pony tail. "Ok." she said cracking her fingers. "Let's get to work." she said as her fingers danced over the keyboard. She began crunching numbers. Taking money from here to there, adding her own finances into some of the accounts. She took a break and walked out to the bar and poured herself a coke. When she looked up she saw a silhouette on the far wall. Her heart began to beat fast. 

"Jordan? I know you are in there." Rick said. "Come on talk to me." he said. She sighed a sigh of relief and went to the door. 

"You scared the fuck out of me." she said as she opened the door. She was relieved it was him and not some drunk or worse.

"Sorry. But you did not answer your phone." Rick replied. They walked back to the office. "You want to talk about it?" he asked. 

"What's to talk about?" she shrugged. "You got yours and fell asleep, so I left." she said as she sat back down. 

"I knew you were going to see it like that." Rick said as he took a seat on the table next to the computer. Jordan sat back crossing her arms under her chest. 

"So please. Tell me what it was like then?" she asked looking up at him. 

"Well..." he began to say but stopped. She shook her head and began to lean forward looking at the computer. "No. You just can't do that." he said as he looked at her chest and pointed at them. "The whole push them up. It's distracting." he pointed out. 

"They are big. Everything I do creates cleavage, get over it." she acknowledged as she rolled her eyes. "Now are you going to talk. Or can I get back to what I was doing?" she asked sternly. 

"I was tired. When you jumped me. I had been working for a long shift. Plus the party the night before." he blurted out as fast as he could. "There." he sighed. Jordan nodded. She had jumped him that day. But did not explain everything. But then an idea formed in her head. 

"Well. You're right." she smiled as she stood up. She stood next to him. "How about now?" she asked giving him the look. 

"You serious?" he asked. She nodded and grabbed his hand and lead him out of the bar. "Want to take my truck or yours?" he asked. 

"I will follow." she said. She did not want to get stuck out there again. What she had planned would not take long if things went the way she thought they would. She drove close to his truck. Remembering all the turns and making sure she knew the way back. When they got out to his house. He jumped out of the truck with a big smile. She had to admit when she got into the house, he had cleaned it up. It was much cleaner than the last time. She pushed him back onto the bed, he began to smile as she bent down between his legs, she took his dick out from his pants through the zipper. It was already hard, which she knew would happen. She took it into her mouth and slowly bounced her head up and down, keeping her eyes on his. 

"Fuck Jordan." he moaned deeply as his eyes began to close. She swirled her tongue around the head every time she got to the top. She held it in one hand and licked down the sides as she tugged up and down on it. She then stopped and pulled up her shirt placing it on the floor by her side. She grabbed his dick and slid it under her bra and between her tits. "Oh fuck Jordan." Rick said as he looked as his dick disappearing between her huge tits. She just smiled up at him. She grabbed the sides of the bra and bounced them up and down on his dick. She could already tell he was very close to cumming. "Faster, just a little faster." he said as he pushed his hips upwards. "I'm cumming." he said. She felt his dick throb between her tits, she felt his cum splash against her cleavage. He fell backwards. "Damn. You know how to use those don't you?" he said. She stood up and nodded with a fake smile. 

"Going to go clean up and change, then we can do round two. If you're up for it?" she said. She picked up her shirt and headed for the bathroom. 

"I will be, just give me a minute or two." he said his eyes already closing. She shook her head. In the bathroom she took off her bra and looked for a towel or bath cloth. She found some napkins next to the toilet. She shook her head and took a handful. She rinsed them lightly in the water, then wiped between her tits clean. She put her clothes back on and waited for a few moments then she looked out the bathroom door. Rick was asleep on the bed. Jordan smiled, her plan had worked. She crept out of the bedroom and into the living room. There was his computer, she logged into it. Knowing him so well she knew that his password would be the name he had given to his truck. She went straight for his email which was easier than she had thought he had kept himself logged in. There was the information she needed. Like most people Rick did not empty his inbox. She used the information from one of the flight confirmations to log into the airplane ticket sights. 

"Eight!" she said a bit too loud. She counted again to make sure. But it was the same number. He had used the same credit card seven times and used cash on the last one, to book flights to New York. She looked back at the bedroom if she hadn't other things to deal with, she would go in there and rip him a new one. But she didn't she logged everything out. Used one of the napkins and wiped off the keyboard and the surrounding areas. She shook her head as she looked back into the room. Rick was fast asleep she closed the door then left. 

The way home had been much easier. She took a quick shower then climbed into bed. Thinking about the problems she had to face. But she now knew that Rick would no longer be one of them. As far as the family was concerned she would have to talk to them in the morning. She let her thoughts go and drifted off to sleep.