Broken Ch. 05

Author’s Note:

All characters engaged in sexual situations are eighteen years of age or older. All characters and events are fictional. Any similarities with actual events or persons, living or dead, are purely coincidental.

This is a work of fiction, and as such, certain events or situations may be improbable, and certain details may not correspond to real life. If you’re looking for strictly likely situations and exact reality, I suggest you skip this.

“No…” Bonnie whispered.

“No, no…NOOOOOO,” Bonnie wailed before she collapsed off the couch to the floor at my feet.

“Bonnie…” I called to my distraught sister, and tried to reach for her, but she wrapped her arms around my legs and squeezed.

“No no no, Clyde No!” she sobbed.

I wriggled free of her grip and scooped her up off the floor.

I tried to scowl at Amanda, but she looked horrified. Her face was even whiter than before, and tears were running in rivers down her face. She looked miserable enough.

As I sat down, Bonnie latched her arms around my neck, pressed her face into my shoulder and sobbed.

I rocked my wife gently on my lap for a long time before her sobs died out. Finally her breathing was almost normal.

“Bonnie?”

“How could they, Clyde?”

I looked at Amanda. She was staring at the floor in front of her.

“How could they what?”

“Love each other so much…us so much…that they ran away to that god forsaken ranch and raised us in poverty and isolation, but grew to hate each other and their children?”

“I don’t…”

“We are them, Clyde. We are them!” Bonnie moaned.

I glanced at Amanda. Her tears had stopped and now she was staring at me and my sister. Bonnie was still on my lap with her arms around my neck.

Amanda looked like she was in shock.

“Bonnie…we’re not.” I tried to calm her.

“How are we not? We ran away just like them.”

“Not just like them. We…I ran away from the isolation and poverty…and neglect…”

“I ran after you…because you were the only thing I needed.”

“Oh god…” Amanda moaned.

Bonnie tensed in my arms, and slowly turned to look at her Grandmother.

“You’re…this isn’t the main house on the ranch is it? This is your house…”

My sister’s eyes narrowed at Amanda.”

“You…you’re a couple?”

“I have to pee,” Bonnie announced before she slide off my lap and marched into our bedroom.

**

“Please hurry,” Bonnie whispered into her phone, then poked the button to end the call.

She picked up a brush from the counter and ran it through the length of her wavy hair a few times and noted, again, that it was much closer to straight now that she no longer put it into a braided pony tail every day. She had let it hang loose since leaving her parents’ ranch.

The extra waves weren’t worth giving up her own little act of defiance to her mother.

She knew how long the trip from the big house to hers took.

She knew she wouldn’t need to wait long.

The crunch of tires on gravel, followed by the sound of two doors closing outside brought a grin to Bonnie’s face as she left the bedroom she shared with her brother, her husband to most of the people they knew.

Amanda looked up as Bonnie closed the bedroom door behind her, and jumped a little at the knock on the door.

“June, Rusty…so nice to see you. Come in!” Bonnie greeted the visitors. I was trying to remember if they had been to our house since I had moved in, and I didn’t think they had.

As June stepped in, ahead of Rusty, Bonnie hugged her tight, then opened her arms for a hug from Rusty. As he bent down to hug her, she rose on her toes and kissed him on the cheek.

The entire scene seemed surreal to me. Probably, June had hugged Bonnie before, but I seriously doubted that Rusty had. I didn’t remember even seeing Haley and Rusty hug. He seemed more of a handshake kind of man.

“Grandma, this is Rusty and June Bonomo. They own this ranch.”

I turned and looked at Amanda. She was standing up already, and stepped toward Rusty and June. She hid it well, but it still seemed she was forcing a smile for them.

“Amanda Steele…” she said firmly as she extended her hand.

“Nice to finally meet some of Clyde’s family, Amanda,” June smiled and shook her hand.

“Ma’am,” Rusty nodded toward Amanda.

“Come in and sit down. We can all get to know each other a little,” Bonnie said with a, well, polite tone.

“Um…I think…” Amanda looked calm, but I thought there was an edge to her voice that wasn’t there before, “that I’ve interrupted something. I had a very early flight this morning, with a stop in Denver, then another in Salt Lake City before I had to drive a couple hours here from Provo. I think I should gather myself a little, and maybe come back tomorrow?”

Rusty nodded, but June smiled at Amanda.

“I understand, Grandma. That does sound like a very long trip, and what’s a few more hours in nineteen years?”

I hoped that Amanda would miss the sarcasm dripping from Bonnie’s Giresun Escort words, but kind of doubted it.

“Will you be attending church in the morning? I’m just wondering what time you’ll be home.”

“No, we won’t be. We’ve never been to church.”

“I might want to. Is there a church in town?”

Bonnie and I looked at Rusty and June. I knew they went to church, but I didn’t even know where any churches might be.”

“June and I go to the First Baptist Church, nearly every Sunday. One might say we attend church religiously,” Rusty almost chuckled at his own joke before June rolled her eyes at him.

“Is there a Presbyterian church?”

“Nope. We got the Baptist and the non-denominational one. Other than that you got five Mormon churches to choose from.”

“Oh good Lord…five?”

“This town was settled by Mormons, so yeah, that’s ’bout right.”

“I think I’ll be…available in the morning then. Is ten o’clock good for you kids?”

“We’ll be here, Grandma,” Bonnie said with a smile that I thought might have been something less than genuine.

Bonnie showed Amanda to the door.

Amanda smiled at her granddaughter, then handed her the untouched glass of water she had been holding the entire time she was there.

Bonnie closed the door behind Amanda and leaned her back against it.

“What’s a Presbyterian?” she asked no one in particular.

“A city slicker, Bonnie. A city slicker,” Rusty stated.

“You two certainly do look a sight. Were you out making dirt when she showed up?” June smiled at us.

I looked at my wife, and only then noticed the dirt smudges on her forehead and cheek, and the dirt ground into the knees of her denims.

“You’re filthy, Bonnie.”

“Me? You’ve got dirt on your face, and you look like you’ve been crawling in dirt on your knees.”

“You, too.”

“I guess we made a pretty good first impression, little brother.”

**

“Bonnie…are you putting on a little weight?” I asked my sister as we sat in the tub together after finishing what she had planned in the garden.

Bonnie had been silent on the matter of her…our grandmother, even ignoring the few times I had made the attempt to bring her up.

She was barely showing at all, but I loved the idea of a baby, our baby, growing inside her. I was gently caressing her almost flat tummy as she leaned her back against me.

She turned her head and scowled at me over her shoulder.

I winked at her.

“Little brother…I’m pregnant.”

“Oh? Who’s been messing around with my sister? I’ll kill him.”

“You know him. He’s…”

Her eyes grew wide along with her mouth.

“Clyde…she knows.”

“I know. She said it, right out loud.”

“No, Clyde, she knows. I mean, yeah, that too, she knows, but she knows which of us is older.”

I hadn’t thought of that.

“Do you want to find out tomorrow?” I asked her.

“I don’t know, Clyde. I mean, it could ruin this whole thing. It kind of turns me on, being with a younger man.”

I nodded my head.

“Yeah. I know what you mean. If you’re not an older woman, what’s the point of being with you?”

Bonnie giggled, then kissed me over her shoulder.

“Clyde, little brother, I love you.”

“Bonnie, we don’t know that.”

“It doesn’t matter. Either way, you’ll always be my little brother.”

I knew it didn’t matter either way. It had never mattered, and now I almost assumed she was absolutely right about it anyway.

My phone rang from my pants pocket on the floor.

Bonnie reached over the side of the tub.

“I’ll get it.”

She couldn’t though, so she wiggled around onto her knees, then reached again as I leaned forward and took a nibble on her glorious, pearl-white butt cheek.

Bonnie giggled.

“Did you just bite my butt?”

My phone was still ringing.

I just nodded at her.

She wiped her wet hands on my clothes, then dug around and pulled my phone out of the pile.

“Haley,” Bonnie giggled as she positioned herself back in the tub between my legs and wiggled herself back against my thickening cock.

“Hey y’all!” Haley chirped at us from the screen. “Whatcha doing…oh. I see what you’re doing…”

“Hey Hay!” Bonnie greeted her. I just waved.

Bonnie and Haley had taken to shortening all our names when they were together. We were Cly, Bon, and Hay, but only when Haley was around. I still used everybody’s complete name. I just couldn’t remember to shorten them.

“I’m so glad to see all of y’all. I’ve been so horny lately,” Haley giggled.

“Oh, me too. Me, too!” Bonnie almost groaned, and wiggled herself against my now almost full erection.

“It’s the baby hormones. I don’t get it though…we’re pregnant, and all we want is more of the beautiful cock that made us that way. It’s not like we can get more pregnant.”

“You want my brother’s dick right now, Hay?”

“I want my brother’s dick. Right now…”

“Always,” Haley whispered into the camera.

The picture Giresun Escort Bayan of my sister seemed to jiggle a bit, and I realized she was moving. She was smiling at us and I could tell she was putting her phone on something.

She winked at us, then turned and walked away from the camera. She walked to the foot of a single bed with a blue and white comforter across it, and several pillows and stuffed animals across the head.

Haley turned her head and almost smiled at us as she slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her skin-tight stretch pants and slipped them down over her shapely hips. She bent only from the waist as she pushed them down over her thighs and knees, then stepped out of them.

Bonnie didn’t even look at me when she raised a hand and pushed my chin up with one finger to close my mouth.

My hard cock twitched, then jerked against Bonnie as Haley wiggled and pushed her red panties down to the floor and stepped out of them.

Bonnie let a low moan almost escape from her mouth.

Haley quickly pulled her tee shirt up and over her head, then shook her long hair out of it before dropping it to the floor.

I saw her shoulders rise, then fall slowly as she sucked in a deep breath and let it escape from her lungs before she spun and sat on the bed.

“Beautiful,” Bonnie sighed as she wrapped her hand around my erection behind her.

I couldn’t take my eyes off my other sister though. She was sitting on the bed, knees together but feet apart with her heels against the bed and toes on the floor. I could see her puffy, pearl white lips almost hidden below her knees.

“I wanna watch,” Haley moaned.

Bonnie scooted away from me and put the phone on the edge of the tub at our feet. She fiddled with it a little to get it to stay without falling in the water.

“Sit on the side, Clyde,” I almost heard Bonnie tell me. I was concentrating on my other sister’s fingers between her now open legs as they moved the length of her pussy, spreading her lips wide to reveal her engorged clit.

“Clyde! Sit on the side!” Bonnie growled out her instructions again.

I couldn’t look away from Haley, but somehow managed to do as I was told. I didn’t know how she accomplished it, but Bonnie was between my knees, facing me with her own legs spread wide and her ankles crossed.

“Perfect,” Haley moaned.

“Fuck…me,” echoed in the bathroom as I watched two of Haley’s fingers disappear inside her at the same time Bonnie’s lips pulled me inside her mouth.

My eyes went to Bonnie. She had my cock pointed away from Haley, her red hair draped across my thigh and her eyes glued to the picture of our sister while she moved the length of my hard cock inside her mouth.

Her eyes were steadfastly watching her sister as she quickly moved up and down my throbbing penis in her mouth.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck…” Haley moaned in time with her fingers as they slid inside her dripping pussy, then out and up to her clit, then repeated.

Bonnie was bobbing her head on my cock in time with her sister’s hand. I couldn’t tell where her free hand was, but it looked like she was doing with it what Haley was doing with hers.

“Fuck…fuck…fuck.”

My balls were already churning. I could tell I wouldn’t last much longer, and the pace of Bonnie’s head and the cries from Haley made me think neither of them would either.

“Fuck…fuck…fu…FUCK !” Haley screamed as my balls exploded to shoot cum into Bonnie’s mouth. I felt myself slide backwards and topple off the side of the tub.

I landed roughly on the floor, my insides jerking as I empty my balls in spurts across my belly and chest. Bonnie’s legs followed a wave of water over the side of the tub as they flopped and jerked beside mine.

I quickly lifted myself on my elbows and looked at the phone.

Haley’s body was still twitching as she ground the heel of her hand against her clit, two fingers still buried as far as they could go inside her.

Bonnie had slid down in the tub, the back of her head against the side with her neck bent forward and legs dangling over the side of the tub.

“Fuck, I needed that,” Haley moaned through the phones, then giggled.

Bonnie raised her face a little toward me, and giggled. There was one rope of cum clinging to an eyebrow and eyelash, then down across her cheek.

“Are y’all good there?”

Haley had raised one foot to the bed, and was leaning on one elbow, looking at us. Her hand was still in her crotch.

I laughed. Bonnie laughed.

I heard a knocking sound.

“Oops!” Haley squeaked.

“Is everything OK in there?” a male voice sounded like it came from far away.

“Fine!” Haley shouted, then laughed, then snorted and laughed some more.

**

“You don’t like her.”

It wasn’t a question, but was, a little bit.

We were eating breakfast Sunday morning, and Bonnie was quieter than usual.

“I don’t…know. I’m still in shock. We have a grandmother. We thought she was dead, we thought all of them were dead, but we don’t Escort Giresun have ‘all of them’. Mom and Dad are brother and sister, twins.

“It’s just a lot to think about. What else is there we don’t know?”

“What was that with Rusty and June yesterday?” I asked.

I had asked that same question to Bonnie yesterday, after they left soon after Amanda, but she had ignored my question. That’s how Bonnie was. If she didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t. That didn’t mean she wouldn’t, eventually. She always had something else to talk about anyway.

“I wanted reinforcements, for us.”

“She didn’t stick around long, that’s for sure.”

“It wasn’t fair for her to just show up, out of the blue, after nineteen years. She should have called first.”

“You think she has our numbers?”

Bonnie thought for a second or two, then laughed.

“No, probably not.”

“We’ll give her a chance?”

Bonnie nodded silently, then almost smiled at me.

“Haley should know,” she said softly. “after we talk to Rusty and June about it more, and we know Grandma better.”

**

Bonnie spent an unusual amount of time in the bathroom after our shower. We always showered together on the weekends. It’s not that we didn’t do that other times, but it was our routine for the weekends when neither of us was on our way to the big house.

I had already dressed in a nicer pair of denims and a nice, white tee shirt when she emerged from the bedroom.

I had to do a double take to make sure it was my sister.

She was wearing a yellow and pink sun dress that fit snugly across her upper body then hung in pleats around her hips and thighs and ended just high enough to reveal her cute, freckled knees.

She had been practicing in her heels. She walked like she had grown up wearing them.

Bonnie’s usually light eye lashes were black, and seemed to be longer than I remembered them, and her lips were more red than I’d ever seen them.

A gold necklace dangled from her neck with a small heart nestled in the hint of cleavage her dress revealed.

“Bonnie?”

“You’re not wearing that to see our Grandma, are you?” she scowled at me.

“You look beautiful.”

“Put on those new dress pants, and your blue shirt.”

“Are you wearing makeup?”

“Lipstick and mascara,” she giggled and blushed.

“I’ve never seen that necklace, either.”

“Haley gave it to me, and this bracelet.”

Bonnie held up her hand, and I saw a delicate gold chain around her wrist, but was distracted somewhat by her fingernails. They were painted yellow to match her dress.

“Stop staring, and change your cloths. She’ll be here in a few minutes.”

**

Amanda climbed into her rented SUV in the hotel parking lot. She was frustrated.

She knew before she made the trip that Beaver was a little place. There were three thousand inhabitants, but it was the largest city in the county, and half the county’s residents lived in Beaver.

She thought with almost a dozen hotels, at least one would be decent.

She was wrong.

Not a single one of the hotels even had room service. They all catered to the Interstate 15 traffic that was just passing through on the way to somewhere else. Amanda hoped, for their sake, it was somewhere better.

She had to leave the property this morning to find a decent breakfast. She couldn’t stomach those “continental” breakfasts.

The cafe she found wasn’t much better, and she had opted for what was obviously orange juice made from concentrate and soggy, reheated toast.

Now she had to make the ten mile drive to her grandchildren’s house in the rented SUV. She hated SUVs, but had made the decision based on the assumption that she would need a four wheel drive vehicle to drive anywhere outside of town, especially to a ranch.

She was stuck with it though. To exchange it, she would need to drive back to Provo.

She sighed and settled into the seat before looking down at the blue jeans and tee shirt she had purchased yesterday after leaving her grandchildren.

Amanda Steele didn’t wear blue jeans or tee shirts. Today was an exception. She wanted to fit in with her grandchildren, who, in her mind, were still struggling in poverty.

She had even left all her jewelry in the hotel safe, except the wedding ring her husband had put on her finger over thirty-five years ago. Even three years since his death, she couldn’t take it off.

Amanda parked the SUV in the same place she had parked the day before, and flipped the visor down to look at herself in the mirror.

Amanda knew she had not handled yesterday well, and couldn’t get past the idea that she had been outmaneuvered by her granddaughter.

“These people are family, not opponents to be crushed,” she told herself, out loud, as she stared into her own eyes in the mirror. “These are my grandchildren, and today I’m a grandmother.”

**

Bonnie smiled and looked at the time on her phone. It was ten o’clock exactly.

“She’s here,” I told her.

My sister laughed.

“Who?”

I just laughed. I knew she was making fun of me for stating the obvious.

I let my sister lead the way to the door, only because I liked the way she walked in her heels.

“Grandma,” Bonnie greeted Amanda at the door when she swung it open wide.