A Brother’s Revenge
~K. Lyn~
Romancing Erotica Books
Copyright 03/24/2011: K. Lyn
All Rights Reserved
http://www.beautobeau.com
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Included in: A Brother’s Revenge
1. Openers
2. Introduction
3. Part One: Sweet Beginnings
4. Part Two: Brother of the Groom
5. Part Three: Family Secrets
6. Part Four: Crosses to Bear
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~Introduction~
A young bride, Jan is eager to begin her life with her new husband. When Jan’s husband is away on an extended business trip, his sexy younger brother shows Jan every kindness, reminding her of the carefree days she enjoyed as a single woman. Time spent with the fun loving brother is a welcome reprieve from the judgmental glares and lectures of proper behavior by Jan’s mother-in-law. Stern warnings by the older woman go unheeded by the newlywed, drawing her closer and closer to uncovering closely guarded family secrets.
~Part One: Sweet Beginnings~
Jan’s wedding day was beautiful, with not a cloud in the sky. The sun was high overhead as she and her new husband promised their undying devotion and fidelity. The rambling old farmhouse where Jan had been born and raised had been given a fresh coat of paint for her special day. Jan had felt so grown up, much older than her nineteen years, with her long raven hair piled high upon her head. Jan was tall and slender, with a face that could best be described as classically beautiful. Her long limbs made her waist look smaller than it was, and all eyes had been on Jan the entire day. Jan’s husband, John, was a handsome man, though his handsome features paled in comparison to the beauty of his new bride.
Charm had drawn Jan to John, charm and the sexy swagger in his walk. John had a slight southern accent, though he had grown up in the north. Jan often teased him about his southern accent, and John would smile and come back with some far fetched story of how he had acquired his slight drawl. One time John had told Jan that he had been stolen as a baby and raised by gypsies. John’s sense of humor only added to his charm, and John’s charm had taken Jan’s breath away from their very first date.
Now Jan was Mrs. John Powell, though she insisted that she be addressed by her first name, and she also insisted that she was not Mrs. John Powell. She was Mrs. Jan Powell. “My name has never been John, and it never will be. My name is Jan.” Jan had been none too shy in insisting that it be this way, and that she be addressed as Jan even when speaking to her elders, or “old crows”, as she liked to call the older women who loved to spy on their younger counterparts.
John owned his own farm, which was located far enough from her own parents that Jan could do as she pleased. It was, however, too close to her mother-in-law, a woman who was loud, gossipy, and bossy.
“Well, she will not tell me how to live my life,” Jan had said one day to her best friend.
“She seems just awful, Jan,” Martha had admitted at the rehearsal dinner for Jan’s wedding.
The two young girls were relaxing in the screened-in back porch of Jan’s farmhouse when Jan stopped suddenly, a bite of coffee cake at her lips.
“What’s with you?”
“I just remembered that this is her cake. John’s mom made this.”
Martha laughed. “It’s just not right when bad people make good cake.”
Taking a big bite of her cake, Jan proudly announced that she was putting a voodoo curse on her mother-in-law right then and there.
“Sure you are, Jan. How do you figure that?”
“With every bite, the bitch feels a sharp pain somewhere on her body.”
“Can she see us now, Jan?”
“I’m sure she can,” Jan answered.
Across the back yard and on the other side of the narrow road was the wide front porch of Jan’s in-laws. “She is probably watching us right now. I know she has binoculars. But that’s what shades are for.” Jan laughed as she pulled each of the eight shades that shut out her mother-in-law’s watchful gaze, and she motioned her friend to join her inside the house.
“When does John leave?”
“Two weeks,” Jan replied, as she stared out the window.
“What will you do while he’s gone?”
“Stay here, I guess, and I mean here, not there,” she stated emphatically, pointing toward the home of her in-laws.
“Oh, shoot, I’m going to be late for work.” Martha frantically got her things together and headed out the door. “See you later, Jan.”
Jan watched as her friend drove toward the small town they both knew well. Jan wished she could go with her. With John in the field all day, she was lonely out here on the farm. Jan had no idea what she would do when John was away. John farmed whenever he wasn’t working his day job, and he was going to be gone for three months at some conference. Jan had known that John was a workaholic when she met him and she knew what she was getting into, but she wished he wasn’t worried about money all the time.
Jan had wanted to be married, and that was the only thing that mattered to her. She knew she should be grateful to have such a responsible man for a husband, but dating was a lot different than marriage, and Jan was bored already.
The two weeks prior to John’s departure flew by, and Jan watched as John’s plane took off from the Kansas City airport. The long ride home was exhausting. Jan tried to sleep in the car, but John’s mother talked nonstop about nothing of any importance to Jan.
“Well, honey, if you need anything, throw a rock,” Jan’s mother-in-law had offered, a little too sweetly.
Jan waved at her in-laws and locked herself inside her house. She was certain that she would not need her mother-in-law.
Jan had been home alone for only a week before she was bored out of her mind. She flipped through the local classifieds. A job would be better than doing nothing, although John’s mom would just die if Jan were to take a job. A working woman was just not proper in the ever watchful eyes of Jan’s mother-in-law. Maybe if John’s mom had worked, John’s dad wouldn’t be killing himself trying to make ends meet, and that is probably why John works so hard all the time. As Jan searched through the classifieds, she found nothing. There is absolutely nothing around here.
Determined to get away from the house for awhile, Jan got into her car and just drove. She had driven for about an hour when she realized that she was driving toward the home of John’s brother. Jan’s mother-in-law said very little about John’s brother, though Jan had no idea why. John never said much about his brother, Kent, either, but Jan was curious about him.
Jan missed her husband, and tears began streaming down her face nearly causing her to rear-end the car in front of her at a stoplight. The man in the car looked angry and he motioned for Jan to pull over.
“Did I hit you?” Jan asked.
“No, but you looked upset. That’s why I motioned you over. You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Jan nearly shouted, fighting back tears.
The kind man was no stranger, and he took Jan into his arms and let her cry it out. When she realized that she was being comforted by John’s brother, a man she had met only once before, Jan quickly pushed him away from her.
“I’m sorry, Miss,” he quickly apologized.
“It’s Mrs. I am Mrs. Powell.”
“Well, if that isn’t the truth. You remember me, don’t you?”
Jan looked up into the kind face. He didn’t look anything like John. Jan could see no resemblance at all. This brother was quite the looker. He was sexy, tall and thin, the exact opposite of John’s shorter and stouter build.
“Is something the matter, Mrs. Powell, or Jan?”
“No, I’m fine. You’re Kent, right?”
“That’s right,” he said.