a large tree and breathed in the subtle, invigorating scent of the prairie.
'So you decided to come out after all,' Cal said as he emerged from a little building next to the house.
'Just for a minute,' Millie replied.
Cal grinned as he walked up to her, moving with a characteristic strut which Millie found objectionable. 'I had to adjust the pump,' he said. 'Have you seen it?'
'No.'
'I'd better show you how to turn it on and off. We only run it a few minutes a day, to fill the water tank for the house. It's going now.'
Millie followed the robust young man to the open door of the shack. He stepped aside and let her enter first. Inside an electric motor was whirring. A pipe extended from the motor down a dark shaft.
'That's our well,' Cal said. 'Take a look down there.'
Leaning against the protective railing, Millie bent forward. Suddenly she felt a hand at the back of her thighs. She straightened quickly, but not before the hand had scooted all the way up under her skirt and was pressing her panty-clad bottom.
'Stop that!' she exclaimed indignantly, whirling to face Cal.
Keeping his hand where it was, he used his other arm to draw Millie into a snug embrace. Her breasts crushed against his chest. Almost before the startled girl knew what was happening, Cal was pressing his mouth to hers. His lips were thick and moist. He didn't try to use his tongue, but he kissed Millie with ardent force as his hand squeezed and wobbled the cheeks of her fanny.
Clenching her fists, she beat at Cal's strong, thick body. She tried to squirm away from him, but the effort proved futile. Her belly merely rubbed against his belt buckle.
Millie felt Cal's cock come alive against her. The organ turned hard and pushed upward.
Millie's outrage turned to fear. Twisting her mouth against Cal's, she bit his lip. He quickly backed up and let go of her.
'Why you danged little savage!' he said, touching his lip, then looking at his hand to see if Millie had drawn blood. She hadn't.
She was breathing hard and staring at him with shocked condemnation in her eyes. 'You had no right to do that!' she exclaimed. 'If Danny knew about it, he'd beat you up.'
'What're you giving me?' Cal retorted scornfully. 'He couldn't beat up nobody. Shit, he can't even get outa bed! Anyhow, you don't need to act so high and mighty. Pete showed me the pants he took off you last night.'
Millie gasped. Her face turned red. She was about to turn and run from the pump house, but she decided she couldn't leave without correcting the wrong impression Cal had obviously gained.
'I didn't let Pete take my panties off,' Millie said, blushing furiously. 'He… he just grabbed them. I couldn't stop him.'
'Oh, sure!' Cal laughed derisively. 'Listen, no gal gets her pants pulled off unless she wants it to happen – or unless the guy's holding a knife or a gun on her. Pete didn't do that, I'll bet.'
'No, but he took advantage of me!' Millie maintained, her cheeks continuing to glow and her eyes snapping angrily.
'He claims he screwed you. Is that right?'
'Certainly not!' Millie's cheeks were hotter than ever. 'What dirty boys you are – you and your brother both! I hate you!'
Cal's answer was a laugh. 'Well, if old Pete didn't fuck you, he came mighty close to it. How come you let him go that far and wouldn't let me?'
Millie backed up. Her eyes were wild with anger. 'I'm going to tell your father on you!'
'Yeah? And have him tell Danny?' Cal moved close to her, crowding her against the wall. 'If you was going to tell Pop anything, you'd have done it last night or sure as hell this morning. You don't want no fuss, baby. Now be nice, huh?'
Cal's ham-like hand covered Millie's left breast, and he rolled the resilient orb through her blouse and brassiere. She gasped and her brain turned giddy. She wanted to scream, but she was afraid of what would happen if anyone were to come and catch Cal and her together. Anyway, old Gus had left the ranch. Only Pete and Rosa were about.
'Please stop it!' Millie exclaimed, squirming against Cal and pushing at his arm.
He kissed her again, this time spreading her lips wide and jamming his thick tongue against hers. Her back was pressed to the wall. Cal's large belly was snugly against her, and his cock had hardened again.
The nipple of Millie's abused left breast had stiffened and was tingling against her bra cup. Moisture was breaking from the glands in her pussy.
She didn't believe Cal could actually screw her in the pump house, since the small enclosure was crowded with machinery and there was no place to lie down. Nevertheless she was afraid.
What bothered the distraught girl more than anything else was her response to Cal's coarse actions. It was as if she actually wanted him. But she knew that wasn't so. His kiss and touch offended her intensely.
Realizing as well as Millie that he could make no further progress with her in the cramped pump house, Cal finally released her and stepped back. Her gaze instinctively dropped to the front of his Levi's which were badly out of shape. Her cheeks glowed hotter.
Cal grinned as he studied her. 'I'm gonna let you go this time,' he said. 'That'll give you a chance to think things over. We could have a lot of fun, if you'd just quit being so snooty. Hellfire, Danny wouldn't have to know… or Pete, either. I ain't the kind that brags.'
Millie didn't believe that. He would brag as much as Pete, if not more. She had the feeling that there was some sort of wicked contest between the two brothers to see which one of them could break her down.
Her cheeks still glowing, Millie slid along the wall and hurried out of the pump house. She heard Cal's soft, mocking laughter. But he didn't follow her out right away.
She was about to enter the house when she noticed a car coming up the driveway. It was a new, sporty model. The sun glinted off its chrome trim.
Millie waited, thinking she might have to greet the visitor even though she still felt flustered from Cal's pawing. Just then he emerged from the pump house and stopped, watching the car approach.
Millie proceeded into the house. In front of a mirror in the deserted living room, she checked herself to make sure there was no telltale sign of her distressing encounter with Cal. She took several deep breaths to calm herself, then carefully arranged her hair about her shoulders.
When Millie felt she was ready to face her husband, she went upstairs. But in the back of her mind, guilt nagged.
It was your fault as much as theirs, she thought concerning Pete and Cal. You didn't have to let them go so far. You could have fought them off.
The troubled girl nearly panicked when she reached Danny's room. But she gained a firm grip on herself and opened the door. She forced a cheerful smile.
CHAPTER FOUR
'Well, hi there!' Cal said with a grin as he swaggered up to the flashy car which had stopped in front of the ranch house.
The driver and sole occupant was a young woman with bright auburn hair done in a fancy coiffure. She wore dark glasses. Her pink lips glistened.
When Cal reached the side of the car, his gaze dipped into the luscious white cleavage revealed by her low cut blouse.
'Is this the Hinshaw place?' the girl inquired, her voice carefully modulated to achieve a sexy effect.
The small hairs on Cal's neck prickled. 'That's right.' He kept grinning. 'Who'd you want to see?'
She removed her glasses. Her eyes were a limpid aquamarine. 'You're not Pete Hinshaw, are you?' Her lips curved invitingly.
'No, I ain't. That's my brother.' Cal was visually caressing the lissome lengths of the girl's sleekly stockinged
