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Stock Tank
Beth stood in the doorway looking incredulously at the neatly made king sized bed that took up almost all the space in the bedroom. There was a nightstand next to it and a chest of drawers pushed against the wall, but otherwise the bedroom was…..well, all bed. "I can't kick Merle out of his bed," said Beth. Carol smiled at her as she brushed past Beth to retrieve some of Merle's clothes from the bureau. "Of course you can, this is what he wants. He'll be fine on the couch," Carol assured, straightening the stack of magazines on the nightstand and turning down the comforter. Beth hesitantly put her bag of clothes on the floor and wiped her hands on the fronts of her jeans. She dutifully moved to follow Carol out of the room, then glanced towards the bed and gasped out loud. Carol heard her and turned back and smiled, her eyes dancing. "The sheets?" she asked, and Beth nodded faintly. "He brought those back from his last trip to Sweetwater. Who would have thought you could find black silk sheets anymore?" Beth's mortification increased when Merle showed up in the doorway. He slowly looked her up and down and said, "I need some work shirts". He retreated slightly to allow Carol to pass through the tight space. Beth pressed her lower legs against the foot of the bed and leaned back to make more space for him as he strode to the closet. He opened the sliding door, grabbed two shirts off of hangers then turned to see Carol's back retreating out of the room and down the hallway. He and Beth were alone in his bedroom. This time as he passed Beth he stopped, his body a scant inch from hers. He took in the furious blush that covered her cheeks and the bead of sweat slowly trickling down the side of her face. Her pupils were dilated and he knew without a doubt that her body was humming with want. Fuck, he wanted her. But he knew that she had to want him first. He dropped his voice so that his rasp was barely audible, certain that no one could hear him but her. "Don't you have too much fun in that bed all alone," he said, then left the room to stash his work shirts in the living room where he would be sleeping. Beth's head reeled and when she was certain that he had left her knees gave out and she sat weakly on the bed. This was going to be much harder than she ever imagined.
The original plan was for Beth and Miguel to stay for one week to help Daryl and Merle get the horses settled, then to head home to Decatur with some of Daryl's beef cattle in the trailer. On the first day Beth and Miguel busied themselves with the horses and with showing Carol and the kids how to handle them. The kids were completely enchanted with Butterscotch and safely rode her several times that day with Miguel leading her by a rope. Beth worked with Carol and the other two horses. Carol couldn't get enough of her gentle mare that immediately responded lovingly to her soft voice and gentle touch. She rode her in a circle around the house while Beth gave her pointers. When she returned she had a huge smile on her face and Beth was delighted that she had made the right match. Carol however was a little intimidated handling Daryl's mount, a spirited horse that had to be shown who was boss, even just when leading him. Beth patted Carol on the back and said, "Don't worry, you'll be telling him what to do in no time!". After a day of trying to stop two hyperactive kids from running around the horses feet, they were all ready for a good nights sleep.
The overexcited kids were so boisterous at dinner that the adults couldn't talk, especially after Beth offered to give them their nightly bath. When they finished eating she let them lead her down the hallway to the bathroom and played games with them during bath time. Carol silently came in to drop off their towels and pajamas, and smiled widely at Beth and the kids. "Mama?" asked May, "Can we sleep with Auntie Beth tonight?" Carol looked at Beth who laughed and said, "Well I'd get lost in that big old bed by myself!" Carol laughed and gave her consent and together they wrestled the kids into their jammies, brushed their hair and teeth and had one last potty time. When the door was opened the kids thundered down the hallway and burst onto the front porch to kiss Daddy and Uncle Merle goodnight, then ran to Merle's bedroom where Beth was waiting.
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Daryl stepped out of the shower stall and quickly wiped himself down with a towel. Their system for bringing water into the house for bathing was composed of a long hose that ran from the outdoor water tank into the bathroom and overall it worked pretty well. He shook the water out of his hair and brushed his teeth. He loved his children to no end but he was glad to catch a break from reading stories and dealing with their not-wanting-to-sleep stalling. They shared their bedroom with the kids for safety and sometimes the arrangement was pretty annoying. He threw on a pair of sleep pants and walked to the master bedroom, yawning. The room was lit with the soft glow of a lantern on the dresser. Carol was just finishing putting clean clothes away and she smiled when he walked in. He closed the door to block out the high pitched shrieks of laughter coming from Merle's room, where the kids had discovered that if they kicked their feet under the covers the silk sheets made sparks of electricity that shot light and prickled their legs.
He grunted and Carol laughed. "They're going to sleep well tonight," she said, closing the dresser drawer. She was wearing a lacy tank top and satin panties. Daryl's eyebrows lifted in appreciation as she approached him, and his eyes dropped to her chest where her nipples stood out against the fabric. She had a predatory look on her face and he knew it was going to be a good night. Carol gently placed her hands on his hips and whispered 'Hi' against his lips as she softly kissed him. They kissed slowly for some time, reveling in the alone time together. Carol traced his lips with her tongue and stroked his strong back lovingly then pulled back and tilted her head to trace his nipple and slowly suck it. Daryl swore and put his hand on the back of her head to keep her there. She knew this made him crazy and the next time she sucked she firmly grasped the bulge in his pants. "Fuck Carol!" swore Daryl loudly, loving that they could be as loud as they liked this time. She moved her oral ministrations to his other nipple, still timing her suction with squeezing his bulge. He started to guide her towards the bed but she resisted and put both hands down the front of his pants to give his balls as much attention as his cock was getting. "Carol," he warned, knowing that his body was reacting way too fast.
She ignored him and pushed his sleep pants down to release him, squeezing his ass with both hands and eliciting a groan from her quarry. She raised her head to kiss him deeply, then pulled away. "You're not the boss tonight," she said with a firm tone. She sunk slowly to her knees and looked pointedly into his eyes as she continued to massage him with both hands, waiting until she knew he could get no harder, then she took the tip into her mouth and worked it with her tongue. Soon she was licking the shaft, moving to his balls and finally taking him fully into her mouth.
Daryl kept his hands resting on her shoulders to keep himself from buckling and he tried to breathe evenly. He wanted this to last as long as possible and wanted her to get off too, so he dirty talked her the best he could. "Ya like that, dontcha baby, workin' my cock? Fuckin' dirty girl, you can do better than that, swallow that dick like ya mean it. God damn yes, like that. You know you fuckin' like it." Carol moaned around his cock and the vibrations sent pleasure shooting through him. She gently tugged his balls and he felt the pre-cum leaking out of his cock. He needed to take matters in his own hands soon or he was going to lose himself right here.
She could feel the tension rising in him and she knew he was close. She gave him a few more good sucks then released him, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she returned her eyes to his. She slowly rose and he helped her take off her sleep clothes. She walked lightly to the bed then looked at him over her shoulder, knowing that he adored this view of her ass. She mentally laughed when she saw him tugging at himself, wanting to be in her. She sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at him. He growled and approached her then pushed her back into a semi-prone position. She smiled approvingly and trailed one hand lazily down her breast, across her stomach and dipping into her slit to slowly massage herself. Daryl's mouth watered as she used her fingers to slowly part the folds. "You know what to do," she ordered and he kneeled to spread her knees apart slowly, never taking his eyes off of her slick sex. He used the fingers of both hands to gently spread first the outer than the inner folds, giving her easier access to herself. Her hips twitched and she stifled her groan out of habit as her fingertips slipped over her swollen clit. "Get outta there," he ordered, and when she complied he took her clit softly into his mouth. Carol threw her arms above her head, twisting her hands in the sheets and she begged him not to stop, then screamed his name as the orgasm ripped through her savagely. He held her hips down and mouthed her clit softly as she bucked under him, and when she stopped twitching he wiped his beard on her thighs and gave them each a nip.
In the soft lantern glow he could see the sheen of perspiration on the freckled skin of her chest and he moved his mouth between her breasts so he could taste it. She lay sated beneath him, drugged with the aftershocks of her climax. He turned his attention to her nipples and she stroked his hair tenderly at first, but then with ascending urgency as her body began to respond. He stroked all of her body, the body that was entirely his and rubbed his hardness against the inside of her leg. With a sigh she yielded and he entered her slowly, still working her nipples and fucking her softly. When she began to writhe under him he grunted and without pulling out of her jerked her a few inches down to the foot of the bed. She wrapped her legs around him and he was rewarded with deeper access. Daryl sank into her to the hilt and quickened his pace, feeling too good to stop. He hiked her ass up in the air with his hands and pushed deep into her, feeling the telltale signs of her second orgasm as he built to his own peak. "Fuck me harder," she challenged and he doubled his efforts, the sweat dripping off of him and onto her pale skin. She softly caressed her swollen clit with her fingers then rubbed it more rapidly, barely breathing as the sensations overtook her. The violent spasm of her vaginal muscles during orgasm almost squeezed Daryl out of her and he knew he was done. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on either side of her head and drove straight into her center over until he stiffened and screamed with his release. Exhausted he collapsed onto her and tried to catch his breath. Her nails trailed softly up his back and through his hair, cooling and calming him. "God damn Carol" he mumbled against her chest. She smiled softly in the darkness, grateful for his love and the gift of their family. He raised his head to look at her and she tenderly combed her fingers through his beard. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.
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The next day Miguel walked the land, studied the layout and hung out in the garage, drawing up a plan to devote field space for growing oats that the horses would need in the winter. Beth played with the kids and helped Carol process fruit, greatly increasing their Carol's output that day. Daryl and Merle however had discovered that a tree root had grown through the pipes of the septic system and had to dig to get to the affected pipes. It was hot, dirty work and both of them were cussing by the time their shovels hit the pipe. Merle's day got even worse when he broke the handle off the snake he was using to clear the pipe. Neither he nor Daryl could pull it out by hand so Daryl left the trench to get more tools. From the garage he could see Merle standing in the trench beating the pipe with his shovel in rage. Daryl snorted. Merle was so bent up over Beth he couldn't see straight and this septic job was keeping him from watching her. Daryl had heard enough of the situation to know that Beth had a decision to make. He didn't want to think about the consequences of her decision for Merle if she chose Drew.
As Daryl returned to the trench he heard footsteps behind him and found that Butterscotch was following him. He grunted at her and she fell into step behind him, clearly in love with this new human. She nuzzled his back pockets curiously and couldn't help but smile at the joy the pony had already brought the kids. He fished around his pocket and found the carrot he had picked up off the ground earlier and she pricked her ears, impossibly looking even cuter. His heart melted and he gave her the carrot which she crunched down eagerly. He looked around to make sure no one was close and he said softly, "Yeah, there's more where that came from, I ain't gonna let you starve." She followed him back to the trench where Merle was leaning heavily against his shovel panting and exhausted. Daryl jumped in and handed Merle a pipe wrench and they bent over the pipe to attach the wrench to the snake. Daryl straightened to standing when it was on and felt Butterscotch curiously picking at his sweaty hair. He grunted in surprise and looked up as she sniffed him and blew sweet carrot breath in his face. On the spur of the moment he kissed her nose and Merle, not believing his eyes, warned him. "Well aint that fuckin' sweet, you thank you got yerself a new friend there but that son of a bitch is Satan. I'm tellin' ya that fucker'll chew off ya nuts in ya sleep!" Butterscotch nuzzled Daryl's face curiously and he nuzzled her back. "She don't seem so bad to me," he remarked as Merle sputtered. Butterscotch shifted her weight on her back leg and lazily flicked her tail into Merle's eyes, temporarily blinding him then heaved a pile of steaming manure into his side of the trench. Merle swore loudly, rubbing his stinging eyes and blindly grabbing for a tool to beat the pony to death when he heard Beth's scream.
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Beth waved her hands around in the water feeling for fish. The stock tank was three feet deep and twenty feet across but she didn't want to go in because the bottom was slick with algae and the water even in the daylight was murky. But the sun was hot on her back and the water was cool and she let her mind drift, enjoying the sensations and resting her chin on the lip of the tank. The kids were down for their nap and Carol was working in the house. The water smelled pleasantly earthy and she smiled to herself. I'd love to go swimming again she thought idly, remembering carefree days playing in the creeks with Maggie and Shawn. She was startled out of her reverie when a set of jaws clamped down on her hand, causing her to jerk and scream. She pulled back but whatever it was that had her yanked her back.
Merle's head snapped up at Beth's scream and he vaulted out of the trench. He and Daryl ran to the tank to find Beth struggling to pull her arms out. 'How the fuck did a walker get in there?' flashed through his mind as he yelled, "You get bit?" He grabbed Beth around the waist and pulled her away from the tank, his mind already planning the amputation he'd have to perform. He couldn't lose her now. The roaring in his ears was deafening.
He gave a strong tug to pull Beth loose and they both fell backwards to the ground. It was then that he realized that Beth's screams had shifted to gales of laughter. He pushed her to the side to look at her arms to find her cradling a huge bullfrog to her chest, her right hand was still in its mouth. Beth was limp in his arms, tears streaming down her face as she belly laughed. The twenty-pound bullfrog regarded both of them balefully, refusing to let go of Beth's hand.
Merle pushed her off of him and scrambled to his feet, glaring down at her. "Ya think that's fucking FUNNY?" he yelled, which only made Beth laugh harder. By this time Carol and Daryl had arrived with the kids and May was pointing. "Why is Aunt Beth hugging a frog?" she asked Daryl. Merle was seething with fury. He could have lost her and she was laughing about it. "I spend my life lookin' for you and you think that's funny?" yelled Merle. "FUCK you then." He stalked off to the garage, ignoring Beth's pleas to come back. He stayed there the rest of the day and no one dared to bother him. Carol rested her hand on Beth's arm. "Just let him cool off," she advised. "He'll be OK." Beth looked at her uncertainly and nodded.
When he came in that night for dinner, Beth brought him his plate. "I made these myself. Thank you for trying to save me," she said, hesitantly kissing him softly on the cheek. He glowered at her then looked at his plate. She had fried him up two king size bullfrog legs. He growled and tore into them ravenously, ignoring the silent laughter of the others around the table.
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