Driving us home later that night, Emily had us stop on the side of the road between the nearest town and home so we could sit on the tray in the back and watch the stars. I’d packed a rug so we wouldn’t get too dirty, and we must have spent an hour at least before she started to fall asleep against me. Making sure she was safely sat next to me, I drove us the rest of the way home before carrying her into our bedroom.
Woken up by soft lips on mine the next morning, I opened my eyes to see hers gazing at me. “I fell asleep and didn’t end our date by having some really hot sex, Bruce,” she whispered. Her hand moved down my chest towards my cock, which was rock hard. “Should we make up for lost time?”
We stepped into the shower an hour later, grinning away like idiots.
Life continued on as normally as possible after that. Farm work continued as always. I recognised Emily started to spend more time indoors, happy to look after the house, keeping it clean, making us breakfast, lunch and dinner, even going so far as to make lunch for some of the boys during the week. She loved baking, and there were almost endless treats from time to time. After a couple of weeks, I had to ask if she was happy doing that. Earned me a hug as she replied, “This is what I want to do, Bruce. Look after you in return. This is now my home too and I want to look after it. Plus, it does need a good clean from time to time.”
“Well, I did my best but… you know… single bloke…”
She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed me. “I love cooking. I find cleaning therapeutic. And I can relax in between all the chores. You’re busy all day, Bruce, but you still help me regardless when you’re home at night and during the weekend.”
“My home too, sweetie.”
“When you marry me, I won’t be the house girlfriend, I’ll be the housewife.” I raised eyebrows at how adamant she sounded. “You will marry me… right?”
I hugged her tightly. I’d have married her then and there, to be honest. “I’d love to, sweetie, but… that’s one hell of a bridge to cross.”
“I know,” she said softly, “But that’s not all I want. It’s my birthday soon.”
“Ten days, Emily. I remember your birthday better than mine.”
“Maybe not this birthday, but I’d love to… try…” She trailed off as I heard a sniffle. “I want a baby with you,” she added softly.
“So I should make an honest woman of you first?” She giggled at that. “Well, you’ve just given me lots to think about, Emily. Anything you want this birthday, at least?”
“I have everything I want in my arms right now, but I’m sure I’ll think of something.”
What she wanted was dinner out with family. That meant inviting Mick and June along. She wanted dinner at the same RSL as our date, then a night out at one of the pubs or bars. June offered to drive us all the way, looking in the rearview mirror every so often as Emily happily snuggled into me, wearing another beautiful dress that showed plenty of skin, tight to her curves, having done her hair as well.
“Twenty-year-old girlfriend, Bruce. How old are you again?”
“Old enough, June. Old enough.”
“Well, certainly put a smile on her face. I look at her and see me when I was dating Mick all those years ago.”
“Warned him he had to look after her, June,” Mick stated, glancing back at me, “Think he’s taken my warning to heart.”
During the journey, my phone started to ring. No surprise there. Usually one of the boys letting me know he’d be late or missing the next day. Most of the time, it was a family problem. Considering they worked for me through little more than verbal agreement and cash in hand, I looked after them. Glancing at the lock screen, I noticed it was my sister calling. Letting Emily know, that had her sitting up and at attention, Mick and June both glancing from the front seats.
“Hello,” I answered.
“Hello, Bruce. How are you?”
Well, that was a better greeting than I imagined. “I’m okay, Maggie. I’m okay. You doing well?” She was quite a few seconds, long enough I had to ask, “Maggie, you there?”
“It’s my daughter’s birthday and I haven’t heard from her in months. Is she okay, Bruce?”
I glanced at Emily. “She’s happy, Maggie. She’s home.”
“Oh… You’re looking after her?”
“Of course, Maggie. She’s my niece, and she came to me for…” I didn’t expect the sound of soft crying to come over the phone. “Maggie, are you doing okay?”
“No,” she cried softly, “I don’t know what I’m doing anymore.”
She didn’t sound particularly drunk though her speech was slurred a little bit. She sounded like a woman now regretting some decisions she’d made. I glanced at Emily and made a gesture. She made me smile when she nodded, handing her the phone. She put it on speaker so we could hear.
“Mum?”
“Emily? Oh, Emily! It’s so good to hear your voice again. Happy birthday!”
Emily looked at me, a little confused. I could understand why. The last time she’d spoken to us, she’d been full of fire and brimstone. This was not the same woman at all. I could see June looking at me again. All I could do was shrug.
“Bruce is treating you well, Emily? You’re feeling at home at the farm?”
“Yes, Mum. Bruce and I are getting along really well.” I had to glance out the window to hide my smile. “And the farm has always felt like home in a certain way. I’m glad I chose to come here.”
“Good, baby, that’s… good… Look, I just wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday. I’m sorry I can’t be there. I’d love to give you a hug.”
Emily looked at me, now utterly dumbfounded. So was I. All four of us in the car were. “Um, thanks, Mum. I’m glad you called.”
“I miss you.” Emily couldn’t say those words back because she simply didn’t feel the same way. Then there was a soft cry again. “I know you don’t miss me. It’s all his fault, of course. Not Bruce. He’s always looked after family. No, I mean… him… tried to put hands on you…”
“Mum… look, maybe we should speak later? Another time maybe?”
“I’d like that, baby. I just wanted to hear your voice today. Hopefully I’ll be there when you turn twenty-one…”
“Sure, Mum. Fingers crossed things get better, then we’ll see.”
“I love you, baby. I miss you. Give my love to Bruce. I’m glad he’s looking after you. I’ll speak to you soon.”
“Bye, Mum.” She hung up and handed me the phone. “Okay, what the fuck was that all about?” she asked.
I stared at my phone, shrugging helplessly again. “I have absolutely no idea, Emily.”
We put it out of our minds, Emily snuggling into my side for the rest of the drive. Letting the RSL know it was her birthday, we ensured she got a couple of presents, and we certainly enjoyed a fine meal. No fancy restaurants in the outback. Most you’ll find is an RSL club and pubs that’ll serve food. You want fine dining, you’re driving at least a couple of hundred kilometres, and that’s if you’re lucky.
No idea how long we stayed out for, Emily and I certainly enjoying a few drinks together, though we still behaved in front of Mick and June, though they were now used to us kissing and cuddling, at least. June looked on with nothing but approval. It had taken Mick time to get used to it. Now he just looked away, but he could see the love on display.
We did find ourselves in a pub that had music blaring a small dancefloor, finding myself dragged up yet again. I might not be able to dance, but having a young woman cavorting against me had me rock hard in seconds. Thankfully, she danced against me in such a manner that she covered that, running my hands up her body though avoiding her tits and groin area. Mostly… By the time she’d had enough, the look in her eyes suggested she wanted to end the night in another manner.
We behaved in the car on the way back, Mick fast asleep in the passenger seat next to June. “Bruce, can I ask a question?”
“Sure, June.”
“Were you having sex before that night?”
“We were,” I admitted.
She smiled. “I thought so. That’s all I wanted to know. You look so happy, you two. Let me know when you propose, Bruce. I’d love to help Emily plan the wedding.”
“Won’t be a big thing, June. Quite a few people know she’s my niece.”
“True, so we’ll just make it a small, intimate thing. Don’t need a big bash if all you want to do is confirm your love for each other.”
“We’re getting married, then we’re having a baby,” Emily said softly.
“More than one, I bet,” June retorted, making Emily giggle next to me, “Well, I’m always here for advice about that too, Emily.”
“Thank you, Auntie.”
“You’re welcome, sweetheart.”
We might have been worn out once June dropped us home, but Emily dragged me inside to our bedroom, dropped to her knees and eagerly fished out my cock, her head quickly bobbing up and down on my cock. I lasted five minutes at most. She swallowed every drop of cum before sitting back on her knees, looking rather pleased with herself.
“Now you’ll last longer when we make love,” she said.
Having got that out of her system, we undressed each other slowly, our mouths rarely apart before I lowered her to the bed. I showered her body with attention, barely an inch of skin going untouched, except her pussy, which I completely avoided. Drove her wild, earning one soft moan after another, and she was soon begging me to lick her pussy. Lowering my mouth, I inhaled her scent, earning another giggle.
“Love your scent, Emily,” I whispered, “That alone makes my cock harder than steel.”
“But you prefer the taste?” she asked softly.
“Well, while I could sit here and just sniff you, I don’t think either of us will get satisfaction from that.” For some reason, that made her laugh out loud. “So yes, sweetie, I much prefer your taste. Want to know what I’m going to do?” Her nod was very eager. “I’m going to eat you out, but slowly. Really tease you until you orgasm. Then we’ll make love. Sound good?”