"I wish Jacob had not had second thoughts and made me go to bed in my room.
The ghosts might come back. It feels so very strange to sleep without wearing clothing to bed." Maria Blanco lay there with only a thin sheet covering her body. Staring at the ceiling she reflects back to the last three days of her new life here at the Barnett Ranch. It was such an extreme change from her childhood experiences. Her Mother Esperanza led a fruitful, lucrative life beyond their home in Colombia caring for Maria in the safest of environments. Esperanza kept her hidden gem away from society, predominantly from men. Being raised by a live in Nanny with direct orders to show no signs of what man's world was like left Maria zero knowledge, zero contact. Then came Oscar Barnett, swooping Esperanza off of her feet with riches and prestige. Suddenly, Maria was confronted by this new man in both of their lives. Oscar seemed respectful and did treat Maria well, perhaps her Mother decided that it was time.
Maria knew her Mother worried still, leaving her here with Oscar's five very adult sons to care for her while away on their honeymoon was a big step. Not knowing what to expect from all men Maria adapted. Her shyness troubling her Maria even made her Mother a promise to be a changed woman, not the girl she was a few weeks ago, being seventeen only one week ago, eighteen now. Esperanza undoubtedly had to make a choice due to Oscar, hoping for the best until she could return home and care for her all over again.
The whole Man of the House concept clued Maria in that she herself needed to take her life into her own hands. Determined more than ever to become a woman and learn what it meant to men became her goal. Shyness remaining, but fought back as much as possible she thought that she was winning. Yes, and no. Being impressionable and desiring to be liked was only leading her youthful naivety down a very dark path. A path that the five Barnett Boys were abusing, twisting their own sexual misdeeds to teach her what they wanted from this new baby sister. Let her think she was their pride and joy. She was being trained to be a good little whore, slowly and deeply organized. Keeping her entertained along the way and showing her what sex was without going to the point of immediate control was smart. If she thought she was being helpful, then...she was.
Not that the Boys didn't have good intentions in the long term, each of them had a certain charm, a gentleman's quality, yet their Father groomed them on how to be men of power. They always got what they wanted. Maria was just a toy. One very beautiful young toy. Each day going forward the boys wanted to teach her more about sex without calling it that. Touch, taste, freedom of the flesh. Lies were mounting, lies that she believed without question. Maria acting childlike still, only assisted in that. Everything was fun, thus far.
In the darkness, Maria could hear the sounds of howling in the distance. It scared her, the shadows of the moonlight through her windows making things even more eerie. The talk of ghosts amongst the boys brought out a fear within her. Seeing Aunt Harriet and the ghosts of other men in her bedroom challenged her emotions. At midnight she still lay awake, only picturing the boys massaging her everywhere kept her company. Their touches created new sensations that she had never known but was enjoying immensely. The more they did it, the more she missed it when their touch was gone. What troubled her was just how much pain they had, their...dicks so swollen and purple from the evil white stuff within. Men were so very tortured she thought. They were always so grateful when she helped them purge the evil stuff from their bodies. It made her feel special to know they needed her so. Along the way they were coaching her on how to be what a man wants her to be. It was...interesting.
Here alone in her room she was instructed by Jacob to explore her body more. He called it getting to understand your flesh. Of course, she touched herself her entire life but not to the knowledge of what her sexual organs could excite. Now that her clit was so very sensitive she liked touching it, even more when the boys touched it. When Owen licked her there it was indescribable, it literally made Maria black out from how intense the pleasure was. Something they called an orgasm. She liked orgasms.
Trying to ignore the howling outdoors she decided to touch her clit, rubbing it softly, wetness forming without very little difficulty. Thinking of the boys massaging her helped her sensitivity grow. She wished one of them would check on her, offer to keep her company. She was becoming dependent on the Barnett's to not feel so alone in this new world. Whimpering at her fingertips gliding over her clit she closed her eyes and just lived in the moment. Needy beyond measure she kicked her covers away with rambling toes to better free up her actions. Becoming verbal in her brisk rubs she has no clue just what her words should be. All she knew was she hated being alone. Even Aunt Harriet would be welcomed at the moment. As long as she came alone.
"Someone please come for me." She begged the darkness. "I am frightened."
To make matters worse she hears a click next to her, the balcony door had come open and a draft of air entered the room by storm, her thin drapes billowing about. Tensing up at the possibility of an intruder she swiftly bolted from her bed to the far side and crouched on the floor. When no one entered she found the courage to make the walk around her bed and shut the door. Pouting at the calm suddenly, she returned to bed. Settling in she resumed her touching. She was trembling heavily at how good it felt. Spine arching, her ass lifted from the bed she felt something brewing within her. All new to her perceptions it was possible that she was building her own orgasm. Tyson did say it was good to know what you yourself can do. All of the Barnett's shared that same bit of inspiration.
Just as she nearly reached a no turning back point, her bed began shaking. Almost as if it were rising up from the floor. Even the room itself had a buzzing noise, like bees. Panic removes her fingers and her tempted hormones retreated to terror. Her first thought was that the ghostly men were coming for her. Jumping from her bed she raced to her bedroom door and opened it, running out into the hall. Going instinctively next door to Tyson's room she knocked but no one answered. Room to room she went knocking. No Wiley. No Matthew. No Owen. Were they all gone?
Finally, at Jacob's room she just opens his door and walks right in. She heard snoring almost mistaking it as the bee buzzing until it grew louder. Tiptoeing to his bed she realized that he was on top of his covers naked. The largest of the Barnett's at 6'8, 330 pounds of pure muscle and hair it was like walking in on a slumbering bear. Moonlight filtering over him she discovered something even more intimidating, his cock was enormous. The biggest of all the boys. Her entire forearm and then some. So hard, so thick, so painful looking. "Poor Jacob. He must hurt so badly." Poor Maria, she must really be just that stupid. "I hope he doesn't wake up angry after he decided to send me back to my room."
Standing over the side of his bed fidgeting she worried that barging in here like this that he would be mad at her enough to punish her. As hulking as he was she was terrified of a temper, even though she knew first hand how caring he was toward her that first night at Longhorn Manor when she got drunk.
He stood by her while she threw up, comforted her in her time of need. That in itself found a soft spot in her soul for him. For three more minutes she stood there silently, lifting her body nervously up on her toes uncertain what to do. Finally, a really loud snore woke the gentle giant from his own slumber. Clearing his throat he rubbed his beard and scratched his belly. Eyes wincing in the darkness he discovered Maria with her arms held behind her back, chest high and irresistible.
"What in the--Maria?" He growled. "I thought I told you to go back to your room."
"I am scared. My bed moved. There are howls outside, the door blew open. Can I...sleep with you?"
He knew that his brother Matthew had tinkered in her room to make things appear haunted, all in fun to get a reaction just such as this. He was just the lucky one to be first to get a visitor due to it. So he thought.
"Aunt Harriet telling you to be a woman again?"
"No. I think the men that...tortured her want to torture me now. Is...that what she is doing?"
"She was the lady of the house long before we came into the world." Jacob grumbled looking at Maria's beauty. Reaching to his left he turns on an oil lamp and lights the room in a romantic glow. Her body illuminating made him smirk. "Crawl on in here with me."
She jumped at the opportunity as he pulled her over on top of him and made her lay face down on his frontal. Her lower body pushed his erection down under her belly. He was so warm and cuddly with all of his body hair. Wrapping his arms around her he holds her tightly against him.
"Better?"
"Yes. Thank you for letting me stay."
"Now I'm wide awake."
"You sleep naked too."
"Yup! Hate clothes when I don't have to wear any. Bad for ya wearing clothes to bed."
"I swore off clothing."
"I heard something about that. I never thought you should wear clothing anyway. You're too cute to be covered up."
"You...like me naked?"
"We all like you naked. Don't you ever cover up again. You hear me Missy?"
"Yes. I won't. I'm glad you like my body. Is that what a woman would say?"
"One thing. A woman wants a guy to look her over, feel her up, kiss on her."
"Kiss? I...have never been kissed before. I mean...not...like how Mother kisses Oscar."
"Want a few pointers?"
"Your dogs?"
"Noooo." He chuckled his laughter bouncing her over him as she teases his chest hair with a nail. "I guess they are Pointer's. Not what I meant though. Pointers as in my showing you how to kiss a guy."
"You want me to kiss you?"
"Only if you wanna learn how."
"I do." She grows excited.
Wincing a bit he reaches his mighty arms lower and plants his palms on her butt. Gripping her cheeks he slides her up further over his chest until her face was next to his. His huge cock slid right over her clit causing her to feel it's friction. Eyes flaring she sighs, "That felt nice."
"What did? Your nips rubbing over my chest?"
"That felt nice too." She rubs her thighs along his crown now that he was the closest to reach under her new seating.
"Ohhhh! You liked my dick riding right up into your labia didn't ya?"
"What is a labia?"
"Pussy lips. Here. Let's do that again...it eases my pain some."
"I knew you were hurting."
"I fell asleep to ward off the pain...now that you woke me up it's a nightmare."
"I'm sorry Jacob."
"Well, now that you're here you're making it up to me. My pain gets worked out or you're going back to your room."
"Nooooo! Please don't make me go back there again. I will use my hands to get the painful white stuff out of you."
"Oh, I'll be helping you do that. If you wanna stay here then you're going to learn a few things."
"Are you going to massage me?"
"Nope. You're going to massage me. All night long if need be."
"I am awake, I will."
"Good." He gruffly picks her up by her hips and brings her back down over the length of his beast and thrusts his hips upward while holding her against his cock. His dick rolled repeatedly within her cute labia. Eyes brightening up at how good each pass of her clit was she sighed.
"That feels good Jacob."
"You do it to me now. I'm just gonna lay here."
"Okay." She applies her own gyrations over his girth and whimpers, "I can feel it throbbing."
"It's the white stuff wanting out. Move your thighs faster." He lays back watching her increase the speed of her hips rubbing over him. "Fuck that feels good. You're a talented lil' slut Maria."
