“Best birthday ever,” she whispered.
I teased her for so long, by the time she enjoyed her first orgasm, I think it near enough knocked her out. Considering we’d returned from town rather tired as it is, I don’t think either of us had much energy, but the desire to make love was overwhelming. Sliding my cock inside her, she wrapped her arms around the back of my neck as I slowly thrust into her, just gazing into each other’s eyes.
“So you’ll knock me up next birthday?”
She said it so seriously, I stopped and gulped. It didn’t bother me in the least. Then she grinned and kissed me. “We’ve got a year to discuss it,” I finally replied.
Once I came inside her again, that was me done for the evening, eventually lying beside her and using my fingers to get her off again. That set off some tears, wondering why, until she finally murmured that it was simply for the fact I always cared. I could have just cum in her, rolled off and not bothered. But she still had to pinch herself at how considerate I was. I hugged her, said I’d always look after her, every way possible.
Then we drifted off together.
It was only two days later that my phone rang again, this time at breakfast. It was my sister again. Another glance of surprise was shared across the table, placing my phone down and putting in on speaker. “Morning, Maggie.”
“Bruce…” The voice was slurred, but not drunk, almost as if medicated. “Bruce… are you there?”
“I’m here, Maggie. So is Emily. Are you okay, Maggie? You don’t sound well?”
“Did I speak to you the other day, Bruce? Emily’s birthday?”
“You did, Maggie. Wished her happy birthday. Said you missed her. Maggie, are you okay? What’s going on?”
What we saw next shocked me, and upset her daughter. She switched on her camera… Her face. My sister, despite the attitude, was a good looking woman. “He did that,” Emily whispered.
The bruising on her face was horrific. I’d seen reports of domestic violence on television, but seeing it for myself. I wasn’t just shocked, I was beyond angry. My sister and I didn’t have a particularly good relationship, but she was still blood, and deep down, I’d always loved and would always love my sister. “Where are you, Maggie?”
“Hospital… Not sure how long…” She broke down. “I think he tried to kill me… I’ve made so many mistakes, Bruce. So many. I don’t know what to do anymore. And it’s all my fault.”
“Margaret, get that out of your head. Nothing you could have done would have deserved you ending up in hospital. Which hospital are you in?” She told me after asking a nurse. “Maggie, I’m coming to get you.”
“No, Bruce. If I leave him…”
“I’ll fucking kill him if I have to. You’re my sister. I’ve stood by long enough, watching you make these mistakes. No more. It’s time to look after my family, and you’re my little sister. So I’m going to arrive in a couple of days, then we’re going to pack your shit up, then you’re coming home.” I glanced at Emily. She was concerned about us, I could understand that, but I smiled when she gave me a firm nod. Mother and daughter needed a heart to heart too. “Maggie, Emily and I are going to drive there. We’ll gather you when you’re released. If need be, we’ll pack up whatever you’ll need first.”
“Bruce, what happened with Chris… and Emily… I… Emily, I’m… I’m a bad mother. Always have been. I deserved…”
Emily burst into tears. “We’ll be there soon, Mum. I promise. Then we can talk.”
“I don’t deserve that…. You should just leave me here…”
Then the line went dead. Emily sat on my lap and sobbed. No-one deserved to see their mother in such a condition. As soon as she’d had her cry, she pulled out her own phone and called her brother. I know they spoke at least once a week. I’d occasionally have a chat with him too. He was doing well for himself. Again, she put him on a speakerphone, letting him know what happened. He couldn’t drop everything to come visit the farm, but we let him know we’d take care of everything, and ensure he could talk to his mother if he wanted to when we had her back.
I called Mick and let him know the situation. He arrived with June in a matter of minutes. “You’re bringing her here?” he asked, a little surprised.
“I know, mate, I know. But you didn’t see her, didn’t hear her. Everything has gone wrong since she left the farm. I know what happened between dad and her was bad. But right now, she needs us. All of us. Then we need to sit down and simply get everything off the chest. Maybe if we do that, the future will be better.”
“When will you leave?” June asked.
“Emily and I will leave at the crack of dawn tomorrow. No idea when we’ll be back. Been a long time since I’ve driven to the city. Shit, when Emily came out this way, she flew here.”
We left before dawn the next morning. Well, I did. I carried a still sleeping Emily to the cab and made sure she was buckled up before I dumped our bags in the back. Mick was up to meet us, telling me to drive safely as normal, but I grinned when he said to bring my sister home too. Getting behind the wheel, I knew the way to the city, though would have to rely on GPS once I was in the city itself, though Emily could possibly guide me.
It was a long two days and nights, plenty of sights along the way, passing through small and large country towns, kilometre after kilometre of highway. It was lunchtime of the third day by the time we made it to the outskirts of the city, Emily awake and alert, so in addition to GPS, she was able to guide me to the hospital.
After parking up, flabbergasted at the price I had to pay for parking, we headed into the reception. I felt out of place in my flannel shirt, jeans, boots and Akubra, but after giving the name we wanted to see, we were pointed in the right direction. She was in a ward shared with four others. Her face was still a mess, and I was left with little doubt the rest of her body was bruised. When she saw us, she started to cry, Emily going to her mother and hugging her without hesitation. I stood to her other side, taking her hand.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“I’m taking you home, Maggie.” She nodded without a word. “Then we need to talk.”
“I know. I know.”
“Do you know where he is?”
“Probably at home.”
“Emily, stay here with your mother.” She met my eyes. I thought she’d say it wasn’t worth it, but a quick glance at her mother firmed her mind. All she did was meet my eyes and nod her head. “Good girl. I’ve got your address in my GPS. I’ll collect your things then return here. Emily and I will stay close by until the hospital says you’re good to go.”
“Bruce…”
I shushed her. “Not now, Maggie. I’ve watched from afar for too long. Time for your older brother to finally put his foot down. You are coming with me. No arguments.”
She squeezed my hand tighter, watching tears cascade down her cheeks. “I don’t deserve you.”
“You do as you’re my sister, Maggie. I love you, and I’m… I’m the older one and should have been as responsible for you as I’ve been for Emily. And I see my sister in hospital right now after some scumbag…”
“Just don’t get in trouble.”
“Trust me. What’s his name?”
“Brian.”
“Good. I’ll know who to hit when I see him.”
“Fuck him up, Bruce,” Emily stated.
I strode out of the hospital with fists clenched, no doubt murder in my eyes and on my face. I hadn’t liked my sister for a long time, but I always loved her. You always loved family. She was blood. She was kin. And no-one, man nor woman, deserved what had happened to her. I got behind the wheel of my ute and practically tore out of the car park, heading straight for her house.
It was quite the dump, that wasn’t a surprise. Pulling up on the road outside, I was tempted to go armed with a tool of some kind, a wrench or a hammer. But I’d get pulled up on a murder charge. Striding down the driveway to the front door, I banged on it until it was answered. Didn’t recognise the guy at all, but I figured this was Brian.
“You Brian?” I asked.
“Yeah, who the fuck are you?”
“You know someone called Emily?”
“Yeah, she’s the daughter of some slut I know.” I felt my fists curl. “Shame she left. Would have been some good pussy.” I could smell the alcohol on his breath. He was already drunk so little wonder he barely thought about his responses. “Who are you again?”
“You with Maggie?”
“That slut? Yeah…”
I smacked him in the face before he could add anything else. He went staggering back down the hallway as I stalked in after him. He was already bleeding from the nose, but managed to take a swing in my direction. I wasn’t going to fight this prick fair, putting my boot straight between his legs. He went down to his knees, and my boot connected with his face. He was lucky I wasn’t wearing steel-capped boots, otherwise I probably would have killed him. Instead, he ended up on his back, groaning away.