The Family Secret
by Perry Jones (pounder801@gmail.com)

Continued from Chapter 2
	
      Chapter Three


	As the sun came up, Sheriff Cisco Malone and his deputy, Rodbush, came into the truck stop and sat down in a booth and motioned for Melba Garrett to come over.

	Melba was forty years old, but she was still a sexy woman, and a lot of the truckers had tried to fuck her. But Melba did not fuck many men, and she only did it when she had a good reason. She had decided several years before to let her daughters do all the casual screwing around. She Was going to save her pussy for. the times when she really needed a man's help.

	She had big tits and a firm ass, but she was a basically slender woman. She had kept herself in shape by working hard as a waitress and by watching her own diet. She had seen many waitresses get fat because they pigged out on pie and ice cream during their breaks. She had seen others grow skinny because, after handling so much food and seeing how it was prepared in the back, they lost their appetite. Melba had guarded against both extremes. She had eaten reasonable meals all of her life and she had made sure that her daughters ate good and healthy food too.

	All her children were healthy, even her sons, she reckoned. They had been healthy when they had left her home ten years before. And they still seemed to have enough strength to hold up liquor stores and banks and things like that. She thought about her sons often. They had been the cross that she had had to bear for years. And she especially thought about Timmy. She kept wondering why Reeves had taken Timmy off with him the decade before. Timmy had only been a little boy of eight at the time,,  Reeves was crazy. Melba knew that, but Timmy was just a mute. If he had not gone off with Reeves, he would have grown into someone who was respectable. She was sure of that. But Timmy had become a criminal just like his older brother, and some news reporters said that he was even more brutal and deadly than crazy Reeves. She felt sorry every time she heard about some new crime that they had pulled, especially sorry for Timmy. He had been such a pretty, little baby. And Melba knew when the sheriff called her over that he had some news about her sons. He often came up and told her that her boys had been seen in Oklahoma or in Texas or something like that.

	She walked over to the sheriff with a slow and lazy movement. She did not want to hear the news that he had for her. She was sure of that.

	"What is it, Cisco?" she asked, putting her hand on her hip and standing there like a tired old horse.

	"We got some big news about your boys," the sheriff said. "What time you and Ann get off work?"

	Melba knew the deal. It was the same thing every time Cisco had any news about Timmy and Reeves. He and one of his deputies would come .in and promise to tell her something if she would fuck Cisco and Ann would fuck the deputy. Usually the news that Cisco had was not worth fucking for. But Melba knew that she could never take a chance. Cisco was the only way that she had of hearing about her sons, unless they wound up doing something so notorious and terrible that they got written up in the paper. And the mother knew that she could never really believe what the newspapers said about the boys either. Cisco had given her some worthless information, but he was an honest man in his own way. He had never lied to her.

	"We get off in about twenty minutes," she said.

	"Meet you at the regular place," Cisco said and he and the deputy started to get up. They had gotten what they had come for.

	But Melba wanted to explain something to them.

	"Cisco," she said, "I don't think Ann will want to join us this morning. She got married a few months ago."

	"What?" the sheriff said.

	It had been several months since she had had word of Reeves and Timmy, news to give the waitress.

	"What is Rodbush going to do?" the sheriff asked, pointing at his deputy, a young man who looked positively simple-minded to Melba. "I done promised Rodbush that he could have himself some nooky this morning, and he has been looking forward to it all night, haven't you, Rodbush?"

	The deputy gave the sheriff a crooked grin and nodded his head.

	"Well," Melba said, trying to compromise with the sheriff and his deputy, "if it is all right with Rodbush, I think that I could handle both of you this morning. I am sure raring to go."

	That last part was a lie, but Melba grinned at both of them when she said it and she knew that Cisco did not care if she were lying and that Rodbush was obviously too stupid to realize that she found him to be ugly and idiotic.

	Cisco put his hand on his pistol and scratched his chin.

	"Well, now, Melba," he said, "I don't know if I want to share you. Are you sure that Ann-"

	"I am sure," the mother said quickly.

	She knew that Ann would fuck this Rodbush if she had to, but Melba wanted to make sure that Ann did not have to do that if she could.

	Cisco looked at his idiot deputy.

	"What say, Rodbush?"

	"Okay with me, Cisco," the man muttered, staring at Melba's big tits. 

	"All right," the sheriff said, "guess I can share you this one time. But next time maybe that little one of yours, Tammy Sue, can join us."

	"Maybe so," Melba said, although the very idea of her young, sweet, blonde daughter fucking something like this deputy turned her stomach. Tammy Sue might fuck, Melba thought. In fact, the mother was sure that her daughter did fuck men. She would not be her mother's daughter if she had let her sixteenth birthday pass her by as a virgin. But Tammy Sue was going to make it with the men she wanted to make it with. Melba did not want her little girl forced to do things that were unnatural.

	Ann was different, the mother thought, as the two men walked away from her and strolled out of the restaurant. Ann was a little dead in the spirit and it did not make much difference to Ann who or what she fucked. It had been that way for the longest time, and Melba had never understood what had caused that in her oldest daughter. She just knew that it was there, a dead spirit and a genuine lack of caring about sex.

	But Tammy Sue was fiery and fun-loving. She did care about herself and she was high-spirited. Melba did not want some guy like this Rodbush putting his pecker into that daughter's pussy. Tammy Sue deserved better, and Melba wanted to make sure that her blonde daughter always knew that.

	Melba walked back to her daughter, Ann. The oldest girl was standing by the counter, waiting for an order to be filled.

	"I have to meet Cisco after work," the mother said. :

	She did not have to say any more. Her daughter understood what was happening and what was going to happen to her mother.

	"Do I go too?" she asked, her voice dead and tired.

	"No," the mother said, "I will handle it."

	"What about his deputy."

	"I will handle both of them," the mother said firmly. "But-I-"

	"No, Ann. You are a married woman now. It would not be right."

	Ann watched her mother walk away. Yes, she thought, it would not be right, but she had done a lot of things that were not right in her life. Fucking her own brother. There was something that was as wrong as it could be, but Ann had done that and she had done it with eagerness. She would do it again if she got the chance. That was something that her mother did not know, that her mother would never know, but Ann knew a lot about how to do things that were not right. They were easy to do if you were in a stud's power, as she had been in Reeves' power.

	But, in a way, Ann was happy that her mother had taken on the responsibility for all of the lawmen who came by with news of Reeves and Timmy. This morning, Ann wanted to get home and give her new husband, Moses a damned good fucking. Then she wanted to go to sleep. She looked up at the clock. It was seven-thirty. She would get off at eight, and she felt as if he could sleep for a million years.

	At five minutes after eight that morning, Ann stopped the car in front of the roadside motel, a seedy little place that did not do much business. Her mother got out of the car and walked slowly, but determinedly to the motel room where the sheriff and his deputy were waiting for her. She knew which one it was. The police car was parked in front of that door. Ann watched her mother move away from the car and then she drove on. Cisco would give her a ride home.

	Melba Garrett knocked on the door of that motel room and Cisco answered.

	"Howdy-doo," he said, and the smell of liquor hit Melba in the face. The sheriff had been drinking. He was standing there in his undershorts. She walked past him into the room and looked around. She did not see Rodbush anywhere, so she turned her eyes back to Cisco, the sheriff. He was a handsome man in a rustic sort of way. He had kept himself trim by exercising and running and his gray hair made him look a little distinguished. But he was not distinguished. When it came down to it, he was a silly, small-town lawman with silly, small-town ways.

	"Where's the deputy?" the woman asked, as she started to unbutton her white, waitress uniform.

	"That fucking Rodbush can't hold his liquor," the sheriff said, chuckling as he walked to the bathroom and kicked the door open. The deputy was lying on the floor in there and the smell of vomit came out of the room like a fog.

	"Shut the door, Cisco," the woman said. "I don't want to have to smell that stuff."

	Cisco did as she requested.

	Melba took off her uniform and sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled off her shoes and heavy, white hose. As she did that, she asked Cisco questions.

	"Well, are you gonna tell? What are my sons up to now, Cisco?"

	The lawman chuckled and poured himself another shot of whiskey.

	"Now, Melba," he said with a grin, "you ought to know by now that that is not the way that it works. First, the fucking, Melba, and then the news. It is big news this time, I assure you."

	The woman sighed. She always tried to find out about her sons before the fucking started, but Cisco would never tell her until he had had his fun. But she was sure that he did have news of her sons, and, if he said it was big news this time, she was sure that it was. Cisco was, in his way, an honest man, although he was not above a little graft and corruption. For example, he got this room in this motel because he let the whores work out of this motel on weekends, and he got liquor from other people who broke the law in little ways. But, if somebody tried to break the law in a big way, to steal something or kill someone, Cisco would go after them with a fury.

	And he was a handsome man. He sipped on the drink as Melba took off her bra and let her big tits swing free.

	"You still look mighty good, Melba," the man said. "I have known you for years, and I am here to tell you that you sure look mighty good."

	"I try to hold on to what I have, Cisco. You look pretty good yourself."

	"Yep," Cisco said, as the woman stood up and took off her panties, "I would say that both of us is in the prime of life."

	The sheriff sipped on his drink.

	"How come a pretty woman like you never got married again after your husband died, Melba. I mean, J. D. has been dead now going on ten years."

	"He died the day before my boys left me," she said, with her voice choking with sadness.

	"Well," Cisco said, "how come you never married another man? There is a lot of men in Alma who would marry you, even today, Melba, rich men and good men. I might even marry you myself if you asked me real sweet."

	He chuckled and Melba laughed too-with a false, tired laugh.

	"I just never found any man who could make me forget J. D., " she said softly. "I mean a man who could make me forget him forever."

	She grinned and put on her sexiest moves as she walked toward the sheriff. She put her hands on his hair.

	"Now, Cisco," she said softly, standing very close to him and letting her breasts touch his hard and manly chest, "you make me forget J. D. better than anyone else."

	The lawman moved easily, setting down his drink and taking the naked woman in his arms and kissing her. As they kissed, Melba felt his cock rising in his shorts and she knew that she was going to find out about her boys very soon.

	She also knew that she was going to enjoy this a little bit. She always did with Cisco. In his own way, he was a very good and upright man and, in every way, he was a good fuck.

	Tammy Sue was just getting up from the cot in the front room when Ann came into the house.

	"Hi," she said, sleepily.

	"Hi, Tammy Sue," the older sister said.

	She did not ask where her husband was. She knew that Moses would still be in bed. On most mornings like this one, Ann headed for the bedroom right away, but this morning she stopped and looked at her sister. The little Blonde was wearing a shortie nightgown and she looked very cute and sexy in that thing. Ann thought for a minute that it might not be a good idea to leave her husband and her sister alone in the house all night. But then she thought that she was just imagining things. She gave her husband all the loving that he needed, and, anyway, a waitress could make more money in tips working the all-night shift. That was when the drunks from Fort Smith came in, and they liked to give Ann dollar tips just on the chance that she might let one of them into her panties. Of course, she never did, but she always made the drunks think that each one of them might have a chance the next time he came in.

	Tammy Sue got up from the cot and moved slowly and sleepily into the bathroom. She had perfected this act during the last few weeks. She always, made her sister think that she had just awakened. That way, she thought, Ann would never think that she and Moses had just knocked off a nice, little morning fuck.

	Ann walked into the bedroom and shut the door behind her. She looked at Moses, who lay there, still asleep. She moved softly around the room, taking off her uniform. When she was naked, she eased onto the bed next to her handsome husband and rubbed his back with her hand.

	"Good morning, Moses," she said softly, blowing in his ear.

	"Huh?" he half-growled.

	Her husband turned over and opened his eyes and grinned at her.

	"Good morning, honey," he said.

	Ann put her arms around Moses and pressed her firm tits against his body. She spread her legs and lifted one over his body and rubbed him with the soft skin of her inner thigh.

	"Are you glad to see me, Moses?"

	"Sure, honey."

	"And what do you do when you see a girl that you are glad to see?"

	"I get all hard and I want to fuck her," he said with a grin.

	This was something of a ritual, he thought. She liked to hear words like this come out of his mouth early in the morning, when she got off from work. But, already, the guilt was coming up on him, creeping up from the pit of his stomach. He put his arms around Ann and held her close and kissed her softly on the lips and tried to fight off the guilt that way. Every morning, about this time, he vowed never to fuck Tammy Sue again, but every night, when his wife and his mother-in-law went to work, he would look at the little blonde and know that he could not resist temptation. He was just not strong enough. Was any man strong enough to resist a thing as good and sweet as Tammy Sue? Moses doubted it.

	The man and his wife kissed as her leg went over his body and Ann felt free for the first time in hours.

	Tammy Sue sat on the toilet and thought about Ann and Moses in there, making love. She had to admit it. She was jealous. She knew that her sister had a right to fuck her own husband, but Tammy Sue loved Moses. She would never tell him that because it would just screw things up and things were about as good as they were going to be right now. But she loved that man for sure.

	It was all that the little blonde could do to keep from rushing into that bedroom and announcing her love for Moses to her sister, telling Ann what happened between her and Moses at night when Ann was working.

	And she thought again that it would be a long time, two whole days, before she would get another chance at Moses.

	Then Tammy Sue suddenly realized that her mother had not been with her sister when Ann had come into the house. Tammy Sue knew what that meant. Her mother was with Cisco and that meant that Cisco had news of Reeves and Timmy. Tammy Sue wondered what kind of news her mother would have when she got home from fucking the lawman.

	Probably nothing special, she decided. The only big news that Cisco could have about Timmy and Reeves was that they had been killed or captured, and Tammy Sue was sure that that had not happened. She did not think that her brothers could be killed or captured. In the back of her mind, she thought of the Garrett brothers in the same way many people did, in the same way that maybe Moses did. She thought that Reeves and Timmy were immortal, fucking immortal.

	Now that Cisco had his shorts off, he stepped close to Melba, who sat on the edge of the bed and waited for him. She knew what was coming. Cisco was a good fuck, but he was as regular as clockwork. He liked to do the same stuff in the same order every time that he and Melba got together. It was only when she thought about what other men had asked her to do for them that Melba realized that Cisco was probably the least weird male in Alma. The stuff that he liked was fairly normal and fun for Melba too.

	like now. She lifted his heavy cock with her hand and opened her red lips and slipped the cock into her and started to suck, that was normal and common, she thought. That was not bad at all and Cisco was always clean when he met with Melba on these mornings. Ann had told her mother that the sheriff had also always made sure that his deputies were clean for her too. Melba appreciated that and she did not mind at all the taste of his cock. It was manly and firm and strangely sweet and musky too. She sucked on it with a certain relish.

	If Cisco would only come to her at a different time, she thought, she would enjoy it even more. But he always wanted to meet her in the morning, after they had both gotten off from work, and she was tired in the morning. At this time of day, her brain was numb and she only wanted to get it over with so that she could get the news about her sons and then go home and go to bed. That was Cisco's only mistake, Melba thought, and it was a shame that he was so stuck in his ways.

	Cisco moved closer to her and let his cock go back further in her throat. He moaned when she accepted it and Melba felt his prick going in her and hardening in there. Cisco had a huge cock and it stuffed her mouth and her throat when it started to get hard. Every time, she sucked on Cisco's rod, she thought about the same thing. She thought that, one day, the thing was going to get so big in there that it would tear her throat open and she would bleed to death right in the motel room. She did not think that she would mind that so much. Melba was not very much in love with her own life. It had been one trial after another.

	Cisco moved back and the prick came out of her mouth. Melba caught it in her hand and ran her lips over the side of the piece, kissing and licking the shaft. As she did that, she thought that she had actually lived for the past ten years just for her daughters, the only children that she had left. Now even Tammy Sue was growing up. Her daughters did not need her any longer, not really. Melba looked at the pistol that lay on the table next to the bed. It was Cisco's revolver. She had often thought about asking that lawman to blow her brains out with the gun so that she could get the whole thing over with. But she could not ask him to do that. He would want to know why she wanted such a thing, and Melba would have to tell him then. She would have to tell him the greatest secret of her life.

	It was easily just to suck his cock and hope that he ripped her open some morning when she was sleepy and did not really care if she lived or died.

	"Okay, Melba," the lawman said, "I am ready."

	Melba moved her finger into her pussy and found it wet That did not surprise her. Every morning that she met with Cisco she thought about having him blow her brains out with his pistol and every time she thought about that her pussy got wet. It was very strange and she could not pretend to understand what was going on.

	She could not pretend to understand her own mental and emotional needs. So she just moved back on the bed and spread her firm and sexy legs as Cisco came toward her.

	Ann lifted her legs high and pointed her toes toward the ceiling and Mjse slurped at her pussy and made her feel good and wet. This was the way that she liked being prepared for sex with Moses. His tongue was so quick and so good in her cunt.

	Moses ran that tongue deep into her and thought that his wife was sweet, but not as sweet as Tammy Sue. He had eaten Tammy Sue like this and he had been amazed at all the juices that that little girl held in her body. They all flowed out over his face and made him think that she was filled with juice, that there was nothing inside in her sexy, cute, little body except the sweetness that he tasted when he ran his tongue into her pussy.

	Ann was more like cider, a little sweet and sour both, as if emotions were mixing up in her pussy and confusing even her.

	But Moses licked her pussy, just like Ann wanted him to, because his wife was sweet enough to make do with, and because he loved Ann and wanted to thrill her as much as possible.

	He gulped down some of her cidery juice and tried to make that juice combat the guilt that was in his throat, the guilt that he felt every morning with the sunrise and with his wife's arrival.

	"Oh," the naked woman on the bed moaned, "eat my pussy, Moses. Oh, put your tongue deep in there and lick that thing. Oh, that feels so fucking good, Moses."

	In the living room of the house, Tammy Sue folded up her cot, the cot that she did not sleep on on most nights, and heard her sister's moans. The girl's face got red with anger and with shame. She should not be falling in love with her sister's husband, she thought, but she could not help herself. Perhaps if she did not fuck him, she would forget that she was in love with Moses. No, she decided, that would not work. She had fucked Moses too much and she had grown to use to his cock and his dolphin. She would never be able to give that up now.

	He was a man. She would never be able to go back to boys after having a real man.

	Those were just the facts of her life, and Tammy Sue knew that she would have to accept them and make due with her stolen hours, the ones that she could share with Moses, the man she loved.

	"Pull around to the back," Reeves said to the crazy girl who drove the car. "We don't want nobody coming by and stopping to see who the company is."

	Reeves looked back at Timmy.

	"Right, little brother?"

	The mute grinned and nodded his head.

	They had driven up from the back of the Garrett land, the place that had once been the Garrett farm when Melba's husband was alive. But nobody had farmed it since J. D. Garrett died, and that bothered Reeves. He liked to see things growing around his house. He liked to see the crops in the field. There were no crops, and he knew that Ann and Melba both worked in the truck stop as waitresses to make money. He had heard that from the spies that he had sent through Alma to keep tabs on his family. Yes, Reeves Garrett knew all about his family. He had retained his interest in his mother and his sisters, although he had not seen them for

	"Cut off the motor and coast down this road until we stop," he told Jill. "I don't want to disturb them if they are still sleeping."

	Reeves turned around and grinned at Timmy. The mute sat in the back seat and opened his mouth and laughed a silent laugh, the strange thing that he did to show that something amused him. Things rarely amused the dark boy.

	Reeves was always happy to see Timmy laugh, and he was especially happy when the boy laughed at one of his little jokes. He did not think that Timmy laughed enough. The mute had to learn that life was basically funny. That was the only way to keep living, Reeves thought, the only way in hell.

	Jill cut the motor and sang softly.

	"Some folks say that a Ford won't run. Let me tell you what a Henry done."

	Ann opened her legs wide and almost sobbed as she spoke to her husband.

	"Oh, put it in me, Moses. Put it in my pussy and fuck the living daylights out of me."

	Moses moved over his naked wife and chuckled to himself as he aimed his cock at the pussy that she held open with her fingers. He liked it when she talked this way, when she let him know that she loved his fucking, but there was still something that was not as good as when Tammy Sue talked to him in that way. The little blonde was anxious to fuck, just like his wife. But her anxious words were more cheerful. Moses sensed desperation in his wife's yearning, and that desperation made him feel a little dry inside. But he would fuck her because he loved her.

	The man slid his cock into her open pussy and Ann let the lips of that cunt go and put her arms around her husband's back as he fucked her. She held him in her with her cunt muscles and started to move in his rhythm as she moaned to him.

	"Oh, fuck me, Moses. Fuck my cunt. Oh, yes, Moses, fuck me harder. Harder, Moses. That's right. Oh, Moses, you are so fucking good. I needed this, Moses. I needed it all night long."

	Moses's hard cock went in and out of her with grace, and, as he fucked her, he felt the guilt drifting away from his mind. He did not feel guilty now because he knew that he was good for his young wife. She did need this fucking, this special fucking that he gave her with his special prick. That was the purpose that he served in this household and it really did not matter that he also fucked his little sister-in-law on the side.

	And, besides, the man thought as the guilt vanished from his body and his soul, it was not his fault. It was not anybody's fault. It was as natural as the sunrise in the morning.

	As the guilt left him he fucked with more energy and forced his long, meaty cock further and further back into his wife's hungry and yearning pussy.

	"Oh, yes, Moses!" she cried. "Fuck me like that forever! I love it, Moses!"

	And her yearning kindled a yearning in her husband too. He loved this fuck just as much as his wife did.

	Tammy Sue sat on the couch and listen to her sister's moans and cries of joy and felt the tears come to her eyes.

	She could not help it. She could not help it that she loved her sister's husband. It was not her fault, she thought as she sobbed quietly. It was nobody's fault. It was. just the way that things had worked out.

	The little blonde put her head in her hands and let the tears roll from her eyes.

	The three of them walked slowly down the path. Reeves led the way and Jill moved close behind him. Every once in a while, she would try to break into a soft song, but Reeves would turn around and glare at the skinny girl and she would give up the idea of singing for the moment. Timmy brought up the rear. He had his pistol out. He did not want to kill anybody, really, but he figured that he should be ready if any trouble started.

	"Let's go around to the front of the house," Reeves said. "We don't want to come sneaking up from the back way like we were thugs or something. After all, we are members of the family, right, Timmy?"

	Timmy opened his mouth wide and gave his brother his silent laugh.

	"Oh, Moses, I am coming!" Ann cried.

	"So am I," the man groaned.

	They always came together. They were that well tuned to each other. That is why Ann loved her husband so and missed him when she worked at night. He was different than any other man she. had ever known. He was something special to her, and she knew that she would never let Moses leave her, never in the world.

	The husband made one final thrust into his wife's pussy and held it in there and let the muscles of her cunt milk him as the come started to spurt out of him into her. Whenever he did this, he thought about children. Ann did not want children right now but he wanted to be a father. He wanted her to get off that fucking pill so that some of this .stuff could work on her and make her big and pregnant and, beautiful.

	In his heart, Moses thought that a few months of pregnancy, carrying a baby inside her, would soften Ann up a little bit. He wanted a child, and he thought about that as he shot all of the stuff that he had in him into her pussy and listened to her own moaning as her tits heaved with her heavy breathing.

	Then, after the orgasm was over, Moses slipped his cock out of her pussy and fell over on the bed. He took his wife in his arms and kissed her face and her tits and murmured his request, the one that he always made to her at moments like this one, when they had just finished with their fucking.

	"I want you to get pregnant," he said.

	"I will, Moses," she said, "after a few more months. I will get off the pill and give you a pretty baby boy that will be just like his daddy."

	Moses felt warm inside and kissed her some more. He could hardly wait.

	Cisco and Melba were lying together on the bed just as they always did. The lawman's cock was in her pussy and her leg was thrown over the side of his body and they were fucking with a restful, easy motion. Melba felt the cock moving in and out of her and she thought that Cisco was very good indeed. There was a lazy passion to him that she liked, even when he fucked her in the early mornings.

	They were moving like that and just looking at each other, as they always did, when they heard the strange cry from the next room.

	"I am dying, sheriff. I am dying."

	Then they heard the deputy vomit some more.

	"Sure hope he got that stuff in the toilet," Cisco said to Melba with a grin. "I would hate to have to pay to clean this place up."

	She laughed at his little joke and then she pulled the lawman closer to her.

	"Come on, Cisco," she said. "Let's fuck real hard. And then you can tell me about my boys."

	"I will tell you now," the lawman said, moving' his cock steadily in and out of her pussy.

	"Okay."

	"They are in the area." Melba stopped moving with Cisco, stopped fucking him in her shock. "What?"

	Cisco put his hand on her ass and started her moving again.

	"We got word that they are in this area and they made be headed back to your place."

	"Oh, I don't think they would come back there," Melba said, moving against his cock with her pussy in an instinctive motion.

	"Why not?"

	"I know my boys and I don't think they ever want to see me or that farm again."

	"You sure, Melba."

	"Yes."

	"Because if you aren't, I can get some of my boys to put a watch on your house."

	"I don't want that, Cisco. It would just scare Ann and Tammy Sue, and it wouldn't do a bit of good. My boys are not going to come back to my house. They are probably just going to rob something over in Fort Smith or Van Buren or maybe up in Fayetteville."

	Cisco fucked her and thought about it for a moment.

	"Well," he said, "if you really think so-" Melba put her hands on Cisco's face and looked at him with a pleading expression.

	"Promise me, Cisco. Promise me you won't put a guard around my place. I tell you, my boys are not going to come back there. And I don't want my girls scared out of their wits. I don't even want to remind them that they have brothers. Especially Tammy Sue. She was just a little thing when Reeves and Timmy left. She don't remember them hardly at all, and I don't want her reminded of them. I want her to have a normal life."

	"Well-"

	"Cisco, if you don't put a guard around my house, I will fuck you like this every morning for two solid weeks. I promise."

	"Okay, Melba," the lawman said, surrendering to her.

	"Okay."

	Then Melba put her arms around Cisco and held him close as she rolled over. His cock was still in her and he did not miss one stroke of the fucking as her legs went around him and her lips murmured in his ear.

	"Fuck me, Cisco. Fuck me as hard and as deep as you can. You are so fucking good, Cisco, and I need it so much."

	As the man started moving his cock more quickly and digging into her more deeply, as the lawman concentrated on his fucking, the woman thought that it was not all a lie. He was a good fuck. Even if she did not really need it all that badly, she would let Cisco think that she was dying for the lack of a good cock in her. Anything, she thought, to keep the lawmen away from her house.

	That way, if Reeves and Timmy did show up, they would have nothing to fear.

	And they just might, Melba thought. They just might show up at that. She yearned to see them and she tried to will them to her house, to their old home. When they got there, she just wanted to look at them for one instant. Then she did not care what happened, what they did to her. They could kill her if they wanted to. God knows, she thought, they had good reason for wanting to kill her. Reeves knew that reason and she knew that her older son would never forget what he had seen early that morning that he had left home.

	Maybe it would be better if they did kill her, Melba thought. Maybe that would end it all for the whole family and it would certainly end her suffering.

	And it would be right, she decided, if Reeves took one look at her and pulled out a pistol and blew her pretty head off her shoulders.

	Tammy Sue was the first to see them approach. She looked out the window and saw them through her tears. She turned and yelled at Moses and Ann. "People walking up!"

	Then she looked back at them. The blonde man looked vaguely familiar, and she knew that she should recognize him, but she did not. The little guy with the dark hair looked like someone from her past too, but she could not place that face with him. The blonde looked like nothing and nobody that she had ever seen before.

	Tammy Sue pulled on a robe and stood up and walked to the door. Ann came out of the bedroom, fastening a cord around her robe too, holding the thing over her naked body. Together, the sisters stood at the door and watched the three people approach.

	The little sister turned to Ann and asked the question. :

	"Who are they, Ann?"

	The older sister did not answer for a few seconds. She was too shocked to answer. She recognized both of the men. Timmy had not really changed that much since he was eight years old. He was still small and thin and dark.

	"Reeves and Timmy," she finally said to her sister.

	Tammy Sue stared at the trio that came up to the front porch with her blue eyes wide.

	"Reeves and Timmy," she said softly, speaking to herself, trying to figure out if this was a dream.

	The two men were dressed in jeans and workshirts and so was the blonde, skinny girl. Tammy turned to her sister again.

	"Who is she? The girl?"

	"I don't know," Ann said.

	And then they saw the pistol in Timmy's hand. It was pointed at the door.

	Reeves put his foot up on the step and grinned at them.

	"Hi, there," he said, "why don't you come on out where we can see you better?"

	The two sisters opened the screen door and stepped out onto the porch to look at the three people who stood in the sun that showered the front yard with light.

	"Why, Ann," Reeves said, still grinning, "you don't know how good I feel to see you again."

	"Hello, Reeves," the older sister said. She looked at Timmy and nodded. "Hello, Timmy."

	The mute boy just grinned.

	Reeves pointed at Tammy Sue.

	"Is this my little sister, Tammy Sue?" he asked, his voice booming over the yard.

	"Yes, it is," the blonde said. "Hello, Reeves."

	She too turned to the mute who held the gun on them.

	Timmy, she said, nodding her head.

	The dark boy smiled and nodded back but he did not lower the gun.

	Tammy Sue looked at the skinny blonde who stood between her brothers.

	"Who is she?" the little sister asked.

	Reeves put his arm around the girl and pulled her close to him.

	"This is Jill," he said, still smiling at his sister. "She drives the car for us and fucks me and sucks me off. Timmy won't let her do that for him, but she would if he wanted her to. She is crazy."

	The skinny blonde looked at the two females in robes that stood on the porch. In her mind, they were great country singers standing on a stage. If they liked her singing, they might get her a spot at the Grand Ole Opry, she thought. So she smiled at them and then opened her mouth and started in on one of her favorite old, sad songs.

	"My mother sits alone and cries, for her boy. . ."

	Reeves jerked his arm from around the girl's shoulders and slapped her hard across the face.

	"Shut the fuck up with that singing," he said coldly.

	Jill accepted the slap. Reeves knew best. She knew that. This was probably not the right time to sing for the two great country stars.

	She smiled at them again and studied their faces. She could not place the two women, but she thought that one of them might have been the star who recorded "Wildwood Flower."

	Moses was fastening up his jeans when he walked out the front door and stood behind his wife and his sister-in-law. He was not wearing a shirt or shoes.

	"Who are these folks?" he asked his wife.

	"Reeves and Timmy," Ann said.

	"Reeves. Timmy." The man gasped out the names.

	Moses could not believe his good fortune. He was standing there looking at two legends, the notorious and brutal Garrett brothers. They were standing there in the front yard just like ordinary people. He pushed the two women aside and started down the steps with his hand stuck out, heading for Reeves. Then he heard a click and turned to see the pistol in the dark one's hand. It was cocked and ready to shoot. Moses stopped in his tracks and gulped.

	Reeves moved away from the steps and left the man standing there with his hand still outstretched in a friendly manner.

	"Where's Momma?" he asked.

	"She's not home yet," Tammy Sue said. "She should be home any minute though."

	"Cisco Malone, the sheriff, will be dropping her off," Ann said with a grin.

	"Oh, the sheriff," Reeves said. "Well, I guess we should all wait for her inside then."

	He turned to Timmy and Jill.

	"Come on," he said. "We will wait until Momma gets home and then we will all have some breakfast."

	Reeves started to walk up the steps, but Moses was still in his way with his hand outstretched and sweat pouring off his brow as he stared at Timmy's gun.

	The blonde brother was suddenly angry.

	"Who the fuck is this idiot?"

	Ann answered Reeves.

	"This is my husband, Moses Turner."

	Reeves studied him carefully for a few seconds.

	"Husband? I am not sure I like the idea of you being married, Ann. It spoils some of my plans for you."

	Her brother's cold words made the woman shiver with anguish and desire. Things were all mixed up for her. She still wanted her brother, but she was married now and she loved Moses. At least, at this moment, she thought that she loved the man who had just finished fucking her so well.

	Moses began to back up the steps slowly. He did not know what the blonde outlaw had in mind.

	But Reeves did not approach him. Instead, he turned and grinned at Timmy, who still held the gun on the man who moved back onto the porch.

	"I will bet you a half-dollar, Timmy," he said, "that you can't get that guy between the eyes from there."

	It happened so quickly that no one had a chance to even think about it. Timmy pulled the trigger almost by reflex and grinned as he saw the man tumble back onto the porch and fall.

	Ann and Tammy Sue stared in disbelief. It had been done coldly and for no good reason at all.

	Reeves bounded up the steps and looked down at Moses, who now lay in the shadows of the porch. He walked back to the front of the porch and grinned at his little brother.

	"I owe you a half-dollar, Timmy. You did it."

	Then he motioned for his brother and the crazy girl to join in.

	"Come on in and sit a spell," he said. "Momma will be home any minute now. She's been out on a date with the law."

	Timmy opened his mouth and heaved in his silent laugh. Then he and Jill walked up the steps as Reeves opened the screen door for them.

	Ann went into the house without looking a second time at her dead husband, but Tammy Sue looked. She opened her mouth and screamed.

	"Oh, my god! I loved him! I loved him and they killed him!"

	She tried to rush to the dead man, but her sister caught her and held her and forced her to go into the house. As Ann struggled with Tammy Sue, she knew that her worst fears had been true. Moses and her sister had been fucking at night.

	But she looked at her blonde brother and she realized too that it no longer made any difference.

	As she pulled and tugged her little sister into the living room, she looked at the brother who held the door open for her like a gentleman.

	"It is good to see you again, Reeves," she said. "It is good to have you home."

	"Mighty glad to hear that, Ann," the blonde outlaw said. "I am sorry that Tammy Sue got so upset, but it had to be this way. You know that."

	"I know," the older sister murmured and then pulled the blonde inside.

	Timmy looked at the man who lay on the porch.

	"Don't worry about him," Reeves said. "You can't see him from the road, and, if the lawmen gets out and escorts Momma in, we will have to shoot him anyway."

	Timmy laughed his silent laugh and walked into the house:

	Jill followed the dark boy and started singing again softly.

	"A mother's tears will lead you right ... "

	Reeves was the last one to go into the house. He looked at the man who lay on the porch one last time and he grinned.

	"Good to be home," he said softly to the corpse. "You fucking idiot. You just should not have married her. You should have been able to tell that she belongs to me."

	The outlaw strolled into the living room.

	"Just stop the car out here in the road," Melba said to Cisco. "I can walk on up to the house from here."

	"You sure?"

	"Yea," the woman said. "You should get back to the motel and take care of your deputy." 

	"Yea," the sheriff said. "Fucking idiot can't hold his liquor. Should have told me that before we started drinking."

	Cisco stopped the car. Before she got out, Melba gave the lawman a little kiss on the cheek.

	"I am off on Monday, but I will see you early Wednesday morning, okay, Cisco?"

	"All right," the lawman said, "and every morning for a week."

	"I will love every second of it," Melba said with a smile.

	As she got out of the car, she thought that it would not be so bad after all. Cisco was a good fuck, a very good fuck, and, when he had started to fuck her harder toward the end of their session this morning, he had shown her some new moves that she had never known him to use before.

	She stood in the road and watched as the lawman made a U-turn and drove back down the road toward Alma. He did have to take care of his puking deputy, she thought, and she did not want Cisco near the house. She looked up at the house and she wondered if her sons had already arrived.

	Probably not, she reasoned as she walked up to the house. They probably would not show up at all. They would just travel through and rob something or maybe kill somebody to prove that they had returned to Alma for a short time. They would not want to come back home. It would probably be too painful for Reeves to even think about home.

	Melba walked up the steps to her front porch. She was halfway up those steps when she saw Moses lying there in the shadows. She saw the clean, dark hole in her son-in-law's forehead and she muttered to herself.

	"Reeves. Reeves and Timmy."

	And then she looked at the front door. Standing there, behind the screen, was her eldest child, her blonde and handsome son, the crazy one. Reeves was smiling at her.

	He opened the door for his mother as Melba came on up onto the porch.

	"Hello, Mother dear," he said.

	"Hello, Reeves," she said, approaching him slowly. Perhaps this would be the moment, she thought, the moment that he chose to pull a gun on her and kill her as he had killed Moses.

	But Melba could see no gun in his hand. She walked up close to her son.

	"How are you, Reeves?" she asked.

	"I am well, Mother dear," the man said, "and Timmy is well too. He is inside. He is the one who actually shot the idiot over yonder, but I must share the credit with him for I told him to do it. I bet him that he could not hit the guy between the eyes while standing out in the front yard. Timmy is an excellent shot, Mother. I am sure that you would be proud of him. He has killed several men."

	"I am glad that you are both well, Reeves," the woman said, trying to ignore the dead man who lay on the front porch.

	"Thank you, Mother, and how is your murderous, old cunt?"

	
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