Before I was totally drained, movement caught my eye. Roberto walked toward the barn with the shovel over his shoulder. The sight of him gave me an extra jolt as I pumped out the last of my jism. Roberto looked directly at me, but he probably couldn’t see through the dusty window.
“Your brother!” I hissed, grabbing my trousers. Jaime clasped his throat to stifle his coughing. I finished buckling my belt just as Roberto stepped through the door; Jaime was wiping his mouth.
“Almost got the truck out. Drained the mud hole. Try it again later,” his brother said.
I went back to the cabin while the he two of them resumed chopping up the tree. An hour later Roberto sent Jaime to stuff branches and rocks under the trucks wheels. The older boy waited until Jaime was gone before coming into the c
