"So. How did you sleep last night?" Trina asked with a small smile. Bree felt slightly embarrassed. It had been funny last night when her sister had m...de the "bitch" joke. She had known then and Bree had known she'd known. Now though as she stood there talking with her about it she couldn't help but redden at the thought of basically being caught masturbating. "It was fine. I guess" Bree said looking at the floor. "Oh come on. Don't be embarrassed. How can you be embarrassed around me of all. His prize stud had won 5 consecutive Montana cutting horse championships.“What are we doing at the Flying B, dad?”“Well, pumpkin, you’ve done real well with old Jessie, but I think you are ready for a real horse.”We drove up to the parking area by the horse barn, and got out of the truck. Old Mr. Brewster himself met us, along with Mandy, his daughter. She is a senior at Billings High, and she is a champion barrel racer.Apparently dad knew Mr. Brewster from his rodeo days. They started talking. I was expecting him to get shocked, but he was very cool and calm.He said he is more interested in guys, so he was not interested in marriage. His parents forced him to marry me. I was shocked to hear this and almost fainted by thinking about my fate.A couple of months have passed by now. People have already started asking me if everything is going fine. (I hope you understand what it means in a normal Indian family). I couldn’t give a proper answer to them and tried to give some reasons every. If I pulled Marie off my dick Mary would see exactly what we were doing. Marie had to stay now. I sat back and closed my eyes. These girls were determined to give me a heart attack, but at least I will be happy until then. Mary joined us on the couch again. Sitting right beside Marie while her daughter sat on my lap with my dick lodged inside her was absurd stupidity. And this was the younger daughter, the baby, who has no birth control. I tried subtly shifting my position. Marie countered.