That night, once back at the farm, Emily and I enjoyed anal sex for the first time. One thing I’d learned is that Emily researched things, so she’d already prepared herself and everything we needed to enjoy it. We stripped each other nice and slowly in our bedroom, falling to her knees where she practically made love to my cock with her mouth, asking where I wanted it. As it was my birthday, I asked her to swallow it. She was delighted to hear that, blowing me to completion and eagerly gulping it down.
I returned the favour of course, eating her pussy just to the one orgasm before I turned her over and started to get her ready. Lots of lube, taking it slowly with a couple of fingers, cock sliding into her pussy nice and slow.
“Oh god, I can’t wait,” she murmured.
“Good things come to those who wait, my cute fiancee.”
She glanced back and grinned. “I can’t wait until you’re in my arse, future husband.”
I usually only slid two fingers into her arse when fooling around. This night, considering I would be sliding my cock into her, I added a third finger. I worried as always but she smiled the entire time, really enjoying it. I had to eventually stop fucking her as I was getting far too excited, far too quickly. Lubing up my cock, I asked once if she was ready. Her nod was so eager, I was left thinking she wanted this far more than I did. Not saying I didn’t, but she’d proven eager to experiment and try new things.
I’ll be honest, we both had a lot of fun. I took it nice and slow, and her arse was incredibly tight. I mean, it was just ridiculous, and considering she had a pert little butt to begin with, I had to resist the primal urge to just nail her nice and hard. I did eventually lean forward, feeling my cock deeper inside her, Emily lowering herself down and gasping loudly.
I didn’t last much longer, both of us chuckling as I unloaded inside her. She wanted me to keep it inside her for a while longer, before whispering that she wanted to try riding me that way. I think she loved that a lot more as she could control it. I was surprised that she did start to bounce rather fast, but her face was an absolute picture. When I licked my thumb and fondled her clit, her next orgasm was something else entirely. She had to get off my cock as she was just far too sensitive.
Needing a good soak after that, Emily leaning back against me as we enjoyed a bubble bath and all sorts of other things she’d poured in the water, while also enjoying a bottle of wine. “Did you love my arse, Bruce?”
“I did, Emily, but you know I prefer pussy.”
“Honestly, I do too. I had fun, but your fingers are… easier. But I do like it when you play with my butt.”
“Tell you what, we can get some small toys or something. Doesn’t just have to be my cock and fingers. I’m not completely up to date, but I know they sell all sorts of things online now.”
“I’ve bought sex toys myself, Bruce, so we can look together. Maybe a plug and a dildo or something? Maybe we can use that while you also fuck me?”
“Honestly, Emily, whatever you want. All that matters to me is that you’re happy, and I’m willing to do almost anything. Notice I said almost.”
She giggled. “Yes, I can guess what you mean too.” She snuggled back against me. “You will have to fuck your wife in the arse after the wedding though.”
“Okay, I’ll agree to that.”
We both fell asleep in the tub, waking up to find my sister, her mother, standing next to the tub, laughing away. Thankfully, the water was still lukewarm, and she told us to go to bed. “You’re leading my daughter astray, Bruce.”
I returned a cheeky grin. “That I am.”
Emily snorted. “Please, you think I’m that innocent with him nowadays?”
My sister’s face was priceless for a few seconds before she turned and walked away, laughing her head off. Emily glanced at me, looking smug, before suggesting we should really head to bed.
A week later, Mick and I were waiting at the airstrip. “Now this feels familiar,” he said. I gave him a glance. “Best thing you ever did was invite her, Bruce. The farm has never felt as alive as it does. Your old man and mother would be looking down proudly.”
“Thanks, mate.”
The little Cessna landed, six people disembarking, including my nephew. He grinned as he noticed Mick and I waiting for him. Shaking his hand, I took his things, placed them in the back before we got into the ute and began the long journey home. Living on the other side of the country, he’d had to change planes twice to make it to even close to where we lived. Asking after his mother and sister, I assured him they were eager to see him, but they were already preparing dinner for that evening.
Hearing our vehicle return, they hurried outside to greet us. Emily shrieked and practically leapt on her old brother, both of them laughing away. The siblings had always been close, and it was nice to see that relationship remained into adulthood. Then came mother and son… Maggie cried. She sobbed as her son opened his arms and held her close. The fact he was already crying…
A lot of healing was going to take place, but I think seeing his mother finally looking fit and well, but more importantly happy, meant the world. And now that I knew what had really broken their relationship, no doubt they were going to need a few discussions going forward.
Gathered around the table that evening for dinner, Chris already knew about our relationship as Emily had told him, but figured she’d probably have to sit down and talk to him in person about it. Maggie beamed. She had her children back with her, and she was home again. I think a little part of her had always regretted leaving the way she did.
After dinner, I grabbed a pair of beers, beckoning my nephew to follow me. We wandered around the backyard, sipping at our beers. “Anything you want to know, Chris?”
“If you’re worried about what I think about you and Emily, I wouldn’t worry, Unc…”
“Just Bruce, Chris. We’re past those sort of titles.”
“I approve, Bruce. It’s clear she’s absolutely besotted by you, and I know you love her just as much in return. I’ll be here for the wedding.”
“We’re considering telling all the lads here. We’re tired of keeping it hidden, always having to be careful, even in our own home at times. Emily is of the opinion that people can judge, and that’s their right to do so, but we’re adults, we’re in love, and that is all that matters.”
“I think a lot of people are more open-minded than others believe,” he said, taking a sip of his beer, before he stopped, “Bruce, did Mum…”
I knew what he was going to ask straight away. “Before you ask me, I think you need a long talk with your mother.”
Mother and son disappeared a couple of days later up to the family’s resting place. They were gone quite a while, I think having a very long heart to heart. From what Emily had told me, their relationship had always been better, but had deteriorated as he lacked a good father figure, and what Maggie then discussed was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Or that’s what she believed anyway.
When they returned, Maggie couldn’t stop smiling while Chris had this dazed look on his face. I’m thinking what he learned was probably quite the shock. As Emily approached her mother, I grabbed a few beers and escorted Chris to the edge of a nearby paddock, leaning back against it, remaining silent. I’d let him get whatever he thought off his chest.
“Bruce, remember what I wanted to talk about the other night…” He trailed off, and what I didn’t expect was laughter, shaking his head. “I guess I am my mother’s son.” I glanced at him in surprise. “Bruce, I freaked the fuck out when she approached me about it. I thought she’d figured out what I thought about her. I… I guess I wanted to be her knight in shining armour in some manner or other, but I also wanted her for myself. But having all those thoughts, I thought I was seriously fucked in the head. So that’s why I reacted like I did when she approached me. I honestly thought she was mocking me, or the fella she was with at the time was putting her up to it. And if that was going to be the atmosphere I was forced to live in, I had to get out quick. That’s why I just packed and left with nary a word to anyone. I felt awful leaving Emily behind, as I’d been the one to protect her.”
I’d just had a lot of information dumped on me, so all I could do was sip at my beer and say, “Yeah, see what you mean.”
“Mum wanted to fuck our grandfather? Fucking hell, I honestly didn’t see that coming. Guess some of it makes sense now though, right? She couldn’t handle anyone that reminded her of her daddy. She said the only decent men she was with were those who fathered her children. That’s putting it mildly, though. I guess you’ve heard it all though, right.”
“It was an emotional afternoon, Chris.” Clearing my throat, I had to ask, “So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know. Mum is in a good place, a much better place now. Starting work at the RSL soon. But… she doesn’t want to leave here. Part of her wants her independence, but she’s enjoying it here.”
“Already thinking of a way she can have both. Just need to sort out the details.”
All of us pitched in to organise the wedding. I spent a couple of weeks cleaning out a barn with Mick, Chris also pitching in when time allowed. Maggie now worked at the RSL and I’d bought her a second-hand 4×4 to get around herself. June took Emily and her mother shopping for a dress, while I headed out one weekend to look for a suit, though Emily insisted I wear a good pair of boots and my akubra. “You’re a farmer at heart. A man of the outback. I would love you in a suit, but still looking the part,” she said.