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“You are not allowed to be a boy anymore. You can make a baby, you can take care of a baby. And your woman. You grow up, right now. Marry her. Make a life. A good life. You choose to do that for her and your baby. Right now. Today. No more bullshit. Work when you must. Take care of what’s yours. Have fun when you can. But, most important, you take her home. You tell her parents you are going to make this right and then you follow through. No more hiding and childish games. Find your balls. You had them when you made a baby with her. Find them again. We’re leaving. Do what I say.”
David’s eyes are as round as the moon but he doesn’t move.
“Now,” Eli barks and David jumps. He grabs Marcy’s hand, she mouths a silent thank you my way and they head off toward the parked cars as Eli leads me by my neck back to our trucks.
CHAPTER5
Eli
My cock is as hard as the steel bars on the milking stalls in the dairy barn.
Watching her dance in that field had me cataloging every movement and translating it to how she would feel under my massive body, dancing a different sort of dance.
The muscles in my cheeks grind to life as I smile. Something I rarely do but when it’s happened, it’s always with Ruby. But, tonight, I’m smiling for a different reason.
A devious one. The devil in me has risen and I no longer care about praying him away.
Ruby is inside the front door before I’m out of my truck and I know why. Her tits must be painful by now. She skipped her second pumping earlier and even if she’d taken the time, she would have found out my secret.
I follow through the front door of the crooked farmhouse that we call home. She makes it a home, I should say. It’s not the wood or the fireplace or the quilts or the canned tomatoes on the shelves.
It’s Ruby. Her light and life have saved me and created a life I never imagined possible. She never looks at me like I’m a freak. She looks up to me and asks me for help and advice like I’m a scholar or some guru.
Being a father was never in my plan. Or having a woman. But with her, I want both and the shame and sin of it all has kept me bound in its chains for too long.
She doesn’t think I’m strange for sewing and cooking and refusing to capitulate to the norms of society. She believes in me and the idea of anyone else ever touching her sends jagged blades into my heart.
I have lived according to my own set of rules, why should that stop when it comes to Ruby? My most precious possession.
And that is what she is. My possession.
I pull the tea kettle to the sink, filling it and clicking on the gas burner, watching the blue flame burst to life.
I’ve made tea and cookies for Ruby for years. What she doesn’t know is since I found out about her making milk, my obsession has turned into near psychosis.
I think about it day and night. I wonder if her breasts are warm. If her nipples tingle and if she ever drinks from herself.
I battle back the groan that feels like rusty nails scraping up my throat.
Milk.
Milk.
Milk.
Her full, creamy breasts beckon to me and tonight, I take what’s mine.
“Uncle Eli!” she calls, right on cue.
“Yes?” I answer, lowering the kettle onto the burner, taking a scoop of the special tea I’ve blended into the infuser and lowering it into an empty porcelain cup.
“There is a little problem.” She emerges from the hallway that leads to our bedrooms with the little pink and white machine in one hand and the tubes and bottles in the other, her blouse open down to her navel as the creamy flesh of her tits billows out.
“What’s the problem?” I ask, trying to hide the lie in my voice.
I know exactly what’s wrong. The pump’s motor burned out due to me zapping it with a blowtorch earlier today.
“It won’t turn on.” Her little voice cracks and I know she’s uncomfortable and I should be sorry, but sometimes there is pain before pleasure.
