El Rancho del Corazón
4 Big Sister
“WE’RE GOING on down to Evansville tonight,” Sora said as I hugged her behind the barn.
“Tonight?” I said. “Why so quickly. I thought you’d stay with us tonight.”
“Sarah promised her parents she’d help them get ready to move. She’s been through it enough times to not want her parents to face the move alone. There’s so much packing to do, even though she and Hannah are out of the house,” Sora said. “I think Sarah wants to check for things they should bring up here. She won’t move anything here yet, but she’ll pack them so they are marked for here.”
“It’s so tough on them,” I sighed. “Maybe we should all go help them move.”
“Kind sentiments, but I don’t think that’s the kind of help you’re best equipped for now.”
“They probably aren’t ready to see me packing things in their house,” I said.
“There’s another way you could help,” Sora said, pressing her lips against mine. We let our tongues play together. I touched her breast with my fingers and she pushed it toward me. I could hardly breathe when we finally stopped kissing.
“Um… how can I help?”
“Just keep doing what you started. I’m a little horny and I’m pretty sure Sarah is a lot horny. I miss you, Brian.” Sora grabbed hold of me in a fierce hug.
I’d never even thought we would be lovers, but she and Sarah were the next in line after Whitney. I wasn’t going to leave her hanging. We just walked into the pasture and lay down. We didn’t even get our clothes all the way off before I had a rubber on and was pushing into her steamy center. She’d be a sophomore at IU this year and I was really looking forward to her guidance. She was certainly guiding me now. She lifted her left leg up and hooked my neck with the back of her heel, pulling me down to her lips. As I descended, I penetrated, and then I ascended.
I got a quick look at Rhiannon’s new studio in ‘Stall One’ of the barn. Stall One was pristine and was the nearest to the front door of the barn. The whole floor of the barn was hard-packed clay. It didn’t even seem dusty.
“Look at this one,” she said as I came in. “It’s almost ideal right out of the box. There’s a large living room and a master suite on one side and what they call a ‘great room’ on the other side. It’s kind of like a kitchen/family room/dining room combination. Then the living room is an ell off of it. Upstairs there are four more bedrooms.”
“It looks huge, Rhiannon. How could we ever afford something like that?”
“It’s neither as big nor as expensive as it looks from the plans. It’s just 3,500 square feet. That’s roughly what the farmhouse was,” she bubbled. “Look, this is even better. The second floor is all above the living room and master suite. The whole great room is like an atrium with a really high ceiling and it’s almost all windows along this wall. It’s perfect for the studio kitchen.”
“It does look perfect,” I admitted.
“Almost. The downside is that there is only one bath upstairs for four bedrooms. And the bedrooms are a little small. I think it should be cut to make it just three bedrooms up. If we combine these two bedrooms into a new master suite and add an en suite bath, it would relieve a lot of traffic problems in the morning.”
“Why would we need two master suites?” I asked stupidly.
“Well, why don’t we call the main one downstairs the Patrón Suite and the one upstairs the Matrón Suite?”
“What? You think I don’t want to sleep with him?” Rose asked. She’d adapted to the title of Matrón a lot more quickly than I had to Patrón.
“Oh, no! But there might be nights when our Patrón is entertaining one or two or five girls, and you don’t want to be buried under them. Or, you might need to do a little entertaining yourself, luscious.” We just got to giggling about that. I left Rhiannon to her dreams. I really didn’t think we’d be able to afford that kind of a house. It was pretty cool, though. And it gave us some hope.
I caught up with Sarah outside. I managed to get beside her and steer her to a quiet spot behind the construction trailer.
“Would you like some private time with me before you head down to your parents’ house?” I whispered to her.
“Why? Um… you mean…?” She looked at me as if she was seeing me for the first time. “Brian! You mean you still want to make love with me?”
“Sarah, of course I do! Why wouldn’t I, my compañera?”
“Well… but…” Tears were sparkling in her eyes. Oh shit! Is she going to tell me she’s breaking up with me? “But you have Hannah now!” she blurted out.
“Oh no! Oh, Sarah, I thought you were okay with that. Please don’t break up with me because of your sister. I didn’t know,” I pled.
“No-no! That’s not what I mean. I mean…” The tears were definitely coming now. “Now that you have the real thing, I didn’t think you’d want the substitute anymore.” It took me seconds to comprehend what she was saying. How could I have ever let her think that? I wrapped her in my arms.
“Sarah. Oh, dear, sweet Sarah. You are not a substitute. Yes, I know you look similar. Sometimes I have trouble telling your voices apart. But that is not why I love you. I love you. Did you hear that? I love you,” I repeated. “I have never considered you a stand-in for your sister. I couldn’t have. I love you for you. You found your way into my heart before you ever went off to college and Hannah moved. Please don’t ever doubt how much I love you and want you, Sarah.”
She was a weeping mess. How could I have been so stupid as to let her think that I would dump her when I had Hannah?
“I never thought I would fall in love with you,” she sobbed. “I didn’t want to fall in love with you. I thought I’d just take advantage of you while you were waiting for my sister. Not the first time. That was different. I just couldn’t not be with you. But then when you kept inviting me back and I kept coming back and everyone else seemed to want me there… I let myself slip and fall in love with you. What am I going to do? How am I ever going to leave?”
“Why would you leave, honey?”
“Next week. I’m going to Chicago for my internship at the Field Museum.”
“It’s only for the summer. And Chicago isn’t even as far as Oberlin.”
“School is so far away from here. Now, instead of Hannah being 500 miles away from you, I’m 500 miles away.”
“Sarah, we’ll do whatever is necessary to keep us together. It’s temporary,” I said.
“But that’s just it. My chosen field. If I continue with this degree, my job could take me anywhere. What if I have to move to Africa or India or China? How can I ever leave you?”
I rocked her in my arms. It was all I could do. We’d made a huge step with most of us coming to Bloomington for college. Of my casa, Elaine was in Indianapolis, but that was only ninety minutes away. Nikki would be in Rhode Island. Cassie and Josh would still be in Mishawaka with Mary. And Sarah was at Oberlin. I was pretty sure that Nikki, Cassie, Mary, and Josh would scarcely miss me. Nikki had always been a little strange and was more likely to miss Liz than me. The other three would probably form their own casa eventually. I couldn’t imagine they would want to stay a part of our group if Josh really became a minister, or missionary, or something. Elaine had already said she planned to spend weekends with us unless she was in production. Poor Sarah. She would be the most isolated of all of us.
“Make love to me, Sarah? Please? We can use the trailer,” I said.
I took Sarah’s hand and we walked to Sora’s travel trailer, glanced around to see who was watching us, and went in. We headed straight for the bedroom and Sarah started removing her clothes.
“Wait,” I said softly. She turned. “Let me.”
She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt with flip-flops. I pulled her to me and kissed her. We edged to the bed and managed to lie down without breaking the kiss. I slid my hand up under her T-shirt along her back and sprung the catch on her bra. She caught her breath, but I just kept stroking her back, not moving to her suddenly free breasts. I dragged my hand around front to her tummy and she rolled her body slightly away from me while keeping her tongue in my mouth to give me better access to her front. I still didn’t move up to her breasts, though. After dipping just to the waistband of her shorts, I pulled my hand away from her. She moaned. When I ran my hand up the back of her leg and under the hem of her shorts and panties to cup her butt she whined into my mouth and smashed herself against me.
“Oh! You surprised me again. I thought you’d touch my breast and you got my behind instead. Brian, touch me some more. Your touch does such wonderful things to me.”
I was only too happy to oblige. This time, I did lift her shirt and bra off, and buried my face in those perfect titties, kissing and tonguing her nipples as I pushed her shorts and underpants off her butt. She managed to wiggle them on down and kick them off her feet. It didn’t take long for her to get me naked either. Rose had stuffed my pocket with condoms this morning after counting up how many possible lovers I would have at the ranch today. Sarah simply didn’t want to stop kissing me, even to get the condom on, but I managed one-handed. She rolled to her back and opened her legs, pulling my cock to her wet center. I hesitated there and felt her fingers dig into my ass.
“Please?” she said. “Please make love to me.”
I sank slowly into my college lover and we moved together. It was soft and gentle. Each movement brought us closer. The light touches of her hands on my back, of my fingers on her butt, drove us closer and closer. I was determined not to come before her and she seemed just as determined to outwait me. It worked. I couldn’t hold back any longer and pushed into her as far as I could go, just touching the end of her vagina and the hard cervix there. She gasped with my first spurt and then gasped again with the second as the tip of the condom filled. Then, with a long, low whine, she clasped down on my cock and I felt every muscle in her pussy flutter as she came.
We continued to kiss and nibble at each other. Eventually we could breathe again and I began to wilt. I pulled out and grabbed the condom.
“I am not going to be another Jessica,” Sarah murmured. “She was so stupid. She left true love to have fame and fortune. I won’t be like her.”
Jessica. My Heaven. In her way, she brought me Sarah, too.
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