The summer went by so quickly. Dean fell so deeply in love with Rhyley that he was afraid to take her home knowing that his feelings were too obvious. Rhyley, on the other hand, learned so many things, but she realised that is was dangerous to bring her newfound sexuality home. If she and Dean were to continue to a physical relationship, the very real possibility of being caught was highly arousing.
Still, she didn't want to lose Dean that way. It would be easier if he just left and no one ever knew the diference.
Dean was depressed as he took down the tent. Rhyley didn't help him. She knew that he needed some time to work out his frustration. He wanted to take her one last time before heading home. The very idea of never touching her again was maddening. She sat on a log watching him. He looked back at her, his body betraying his mind. She looked so good sitting there, her hair blowing in the warm August breeze.
They tried to be jovial but it was useless. It was coming to an end. Rhyley silently wept. Although she missed being home, she missed the freedom and the wildness that Dean had to offer.
As the long trip wound down and Dean pulled into the drive, he sat quietly, his eyes blank. He wanted her so badly, but he knew the consequences of his actions. He got out and took Rhyley's bag into the house while she grabbed her father's tackle box and rod and put them where they belonged. She let out a melancholy sigh, plastered on a goofy grin and walked into the kitchen.
She frowned as her mother's bloodshot eyes glared at her. How long was to going to take for the argument to begin this time? Yet, surprisingly, her mother said nothing as Rhyley took her bag upstairs. Dean followed her out of the corner of his eye. He felt resigned to stay put, fiddling with his fingernails as Jack, his brother, asked him about the trip. He grimaced at his nails, having bitten them to the quick. He had to sit on his hands and nothing when all he really wanted to do was take her and run. She didn't deserve what she had there.
Run anywhere, any place, he thought.
He was jerked out of his trance by Sherry's hateful tone.
"So, Dean, did you enjoy my daughter?"
"Sherry, what are you talking about?" Dean could smell her gin soaked breath across the table. Rhyley's father looked at Dean then at his wife. His eyes were staring hotly at Sherry.
"Yes, Sherry, what do you mean?" Her short silence was cut by her drunken snort.
"If you can't see it, then I guess I'll have to explain. You see," she walked over to Dean's side, "I think that dear old Uncle Dean has been having naughty thoughts about your little girl."
Dean winced at the uncle comment and continued to stare straight ahead out the glass sliding doors. He was afraid to move a muscle.
"Sherry, what are you trying to do? Rhyley and Dean wouldn't, couldn't, even think about it. He's my brother, for Christ's sake."
"That is where you are wrong, Jack. The way he looked at that little whore running up the stairs, I could see it."
"Have another one, you fucking lush. Take your bottle to bed." No one had seen Rhyley at the bottom of the stairs. She heard it all. She knew her mother was hateful, but she didn't know how hateful until now. Rhyley watched as her mother went to the cupboard, retrieved her bottle of Beefeater and headed to the upstairs. She started when she saw Rhyley there, then her fright turned to poison.
"Well, here she is, our little whore!"
"Sherry," Jack warned her. He grabbed Dean's arm to keep him seated.
"So, how was it? Hmmmm?" Rhyley stood quietly, listening to her mother's rantings. She could hardly believe it was happening. "Was he as good as your father? I bet you know. You and your Daddy are pretty close. I bet you're the reason he doesn't fuck me anymore!"
Jack walked to Sherry and slapped her, hard. She stumbled to the steps, regained her footing and stood her ground.
"You have some balls, Jack Parker."
"That is the first time I have ever raised my hand to you. And so help me, God, if you say another word about your child, it will not be the last!" Sherry turned around, mounted the stairs and hummed her way to the bedroom. Jack looked at his baby and held out his arms. She stepped close to him and felt his hard arms wrap tightly around her shoulders.
"I am terribly sorry, Rhyley. I was hoping you never had to see that."
"It's okay, Dad. I have seen it all before." He squeezed her tighter like only a father can and then stepped back, looking into her face.
"Forgive me. In my ignorance, I thought it was only me." He smiled weakly and puthis hands in his hair.
"It's okay, Dad, really. It's not your fault. I think I am going to veg out for a bit. I'll be in the den watching a movie." With that, she disappered though a door in the hall. Jack sighed and thinking of his daughter, he climbed the stairs.
"Jack, don't do it," Dean's calm voice lilted up to him. "She's a woman."
"Don't worry, Dean. Right now I am just going to take care of a little business."
Now Dean was left alone. He wondered about what Jack was up to, but then again, he didn't really care. He got into the fridge and got a bottle of iced tea. He stood outside the den for several minutes until he heard a soft, "Come in, Dean."
She was on the couch, her feet facing him. Her loose shorts had fallen away from her legs and she just didn't know how good her sparsely furred pussy looked to him. He closed the door behind him and tried to ignore the temptation. He realised she didn't know she was showing, but he had no intention of telling her. His cock sprang to life as he thought of the woods. The image of her thrashing against his thick chest. her moans, her face when she climaxed, it all tore him up. He frowned as his cock got harder. He wanted to comfort her, not fuck her.
He got a flash of her groaning in time with his thrusts and he moaned inwardly. He was having some difficulty holding onto his sanity watching her breathe, her smooth silken legs, ticcing with a slight muscle spasm. Even if he jeopardised his relationship with his family, he was going to take her where she lay.
"Jesus, Rhyley, you don't know what you do to me."
"Yes, I do." She opened her legs a tiny bit more.
