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Ma had left me with them, my two step brothers, Josh and Reuben, and her husband, my stepfather, Horace. I was a woman grown when Ma left us, a strong girl with long legs and a slim waist that didn’t really need a corset. She had run off with a travelling salesman, a snake oil man who travelled from town to town. She hadn’t looked back when she left. I was never really a consideration for her to begin with. Ma had always been flighty and more than a little vain. All that salesman had to do was say a few sweet words to her, and she didn’t even have to think any more about her girl, the man she married two years ago, or his two sons.
When Horace and his boys returned from town, they already knew. I could tell by the thunderclap look Horace had on his face, and the sly way both Reuben and Josh looked at me. Josh licked his chapped lips, flushing as I stuck my tongue out at him. He gave me a look that let me know I’d pay later. I hated Josh in a hot and bothered way. He was always staring at me when I did my chores, and sometimes I’d hear him in the hayloft grunting like he was working, even though I knew he wasn’t. But if Josh was bad, Reuben was worse. Sometimes I’d catch him touching himself, down there, while he was looking at me, that same sly smile on his face that he gave me just then. After I stuck out my tongue, Reuben made a choking noise, and even before I looked down, I knew he was touching himself outside of the gaze of his father. Horace didn’t cotton to me at all. Sometimes I doubted he even had a human feeling at all, with the glaring way he looked at me with his pale eyes.
Horace wasn’t mindful of the exchange between us, and said in his gruff voice, “It looks like you’re the woman of the house now. tempobet giriş Get dinner on girl. You boy’s get yer chores done. Daylight’s wastin’. “
Horace stumped to the curtained off area that had been his and Ma’s room. A few seconds later, I heard the squeak of the ropes on the bed and a heavy sigh. A little bit later I could hear a rhythmic rustling, a thing I’d heard a few times when Horace and Ma had needed some married time. I couldn’t quite figure out what it was that Horace could be doing that would make that noise.
I started dinner, a chore that wasn’t as time-consuming as some of the things I had to do. Mostly what went on the stove had to cook a bit, so I had time to wonder about the muffled rustling from behind the curtain.
After a while curiosity got hold of me and I snuck to the doorway, mindful that my toes didn’t go under the curtain. I pushed the curtain aside a sliver holding my breath to until I knew Horace hadn’t seen me. I couldn’t see much more than the dirt floor beside the bed, so I slid it open a little further. Horace sat on the side of the bed, his broad chest and slender hips bared, and his trousers around his feet. He was running his hand up and down between his legs, jerking whatever it was down between his knees. He had a look of what could only be described as blissful concentration as he labored.
I stood on my tip-toes, trying to see what he held. He leaned his head back, the tendons on his neck standing out. Light filtered through the window, a little pane of greased cloth that served in place of a glass frame. A light breeze lifted the side of the oilcloth and light bathed Horace’s craggy features, lending him an air of male beauty that I had never seen before. tempobet yeni giriş Suddenly he lay back on the bed, the ropes of the frame creaking under the shifting of his weight and I saw what had so interested him.
I had seen cocks before; the little boys’ I had cared for at church when I was young, the horses when they were rutting. But I had never seen a man grown before, especially one that was in its full glory.
The top of it was purple, almost bruised looking and as he worked his hand up the base of it, a thin, glistening fluid formed on the mushroom-shaped top. I watched breathlessly as Horace dipped his other hand between his legs, and was shocked to hear the low grown that action produced. The hand on his cock moved faster, pistoning up and down until he stiffened, the corded muscles of his legs straining against whatever pressure built in him.
Strangely, I felt heat pool in my gut, making me feel the restless yearning that I sometimes had when I saw Rueben work the horses or when Josh looked at me with slanting heat in his eyes. I seemed to be unable to catch my breath as Horace jerked up on his shaft one last time and a thick jet of white liquid pulsed out of the top. Horace lay there on the bed, breathing heavily himself, his eyes cast to the rough-hewn wood of the ceiling above him. I felt my hand slip, and the movement must have caught his attention, because he looked at me, his gaze burning.
I hurriedly slipped back to the stove, the strange, heavy heat still pooled in my belly. My hands shook as I finished frying the potatoes, my mind roiled with the image of that thick white liquid and the blissful expression on Horace’s face as it appeared.
the pipe lay forgotten tempobet güvenilirmi on the table. He leaned forward, capturing me open-mouthed as I started to scream. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I battled back against it, weakly hitting at his chest until I felt the fire in me that I had banked that afternoon spread up my nethers. As his hand cupped by breast, I moaned into his mouth.
He pulled roughly at my bodice, popping buttons off to get to my breasts. He dragged his lips and tongue down my neck, dwelling on my skin before he lifted my flesh out of its cloth prison. His lips and teeth were suddenly on the pebbled, aching surface of my nipple and his hand had rucked up my skirt, questing between my legs. I rode his fingers as they pressed into that quickly hardening nub through the scant layer of my cotton drawers.
My breathing came harsh and alien to my own ears as he slid along my opening, pressed as far as he could with his blunt digits against the material. I cried out as he suddenly stepped back from me, a triumphant look on his face and said, “I think you’ll be a better than yer ma.”
He released me suddenly, and I stumbled blindly outside, clutching my bodice together. I knew my face was red from my reaction to Horace and the things he did with his fingers and mouth. How could I let him… how could I let them… lie with me?
And like it was on cue, that traitorous wet heat trickled between my legs again, proof of what Horace had done to me. If I didn’t let them have me, where would I go? I’d be thrown out and end up just another soiled dove. Was there really a difference between what he wanted and what I knew I’d become if I didn’t? I realized with dawning horror, that I could and would let them have me, and not just because of my predicament.
They’d been preparing me for this very day for the two years Ma and me’d lived with them. Ma had sold me to them as surely as if she’d taken coin. I was to be their whore, and I knew I’d enjoy it.
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