"This is gonna be funny as hades."
"I know right." Wiley Barnett chuckled with his brother Tyson, "Maria isn't gonna see this comin'." Camcorder ready in his hand the two brothers stood waiting on little Miss Blanco to hurry back with her hygiene products. "Ain't no chemicals going through the lines that can hurt her is there?"
"Just the usual. It's artesian water so the only chemicals are just to keep the fountain clean of moss and all. No stronger than the chlorine in our pool." A text deviating any further talk Tyson responds to his employee Meryl at the pump house beyond the 12-car garage. "Merlyn's ready to do her body good."
"Ain't we all?"
"Sure nuff! Much as she's all over us these days I find myself thinking about Baby Sis even at work." Tyson chuckles, "I do really need a girlfriend. Bad even!"
"Stop by my club I'll get you one."
"I still can't believe you bought that shithole. You know Daddy is gonna poke you in the forehead for blowin' money on somethin' you'd frequent anyways."
"Yeah, but my being boss I can do what I want."
"When did Brandon ever stop you anyways?"
"He tries off and on, but he knows kickin' me out would mean my buying land right next door and buildin' another club and hire his gals away. Weren't no reason to do that when I can just fix up his place and corner the meat market. Ain't that what Pappy always told us?"
"By meat market he means beef. I should know." Tyson controlled the cattle aspect of their empire. "I still say Daddy is gonna roll his eyes at you for buying Brandy out."
"I need my own career. This is what I'm good at."
"Partyin'? Wish I had time to do that. Takin' Maria outside our home is a big risk Lil' Brother. Be careful what people tell her or Daddy is gonna boot you to the corner. Us trainin' her is one thing, gettin' her hurt or she realizin' we're usin' her is another. I dunno about you but I'm kinda fond of the critter."
"We all are, just gotta keep it in the family. I won't let Maria get hurt, might even hire a booty guard."
"Booty guard?"
"Yep! Find me a gal willin' to take risks and play the long game like Matty's doin' with this Miranda hottie. Did you see those hooters?"
"Definitely a boob job. A good one though cuz I didn't see no scars. Houston, we have a problem... those tatas are defyin' gravity."
"She can circle my world any day. I just hope Matty... course, he knows what he's doin'." Wiley sighed, "Dunno why I questioned that. Obvious she's hooked on him."
"Hooked on her. I've never seen Matthew beam. That or he's tryin' out for the next Bond villain."
"No... that would be Daddy."
"Good point. Here comes lil' Miss Sunshine."
Scurrying down the staircase, her tits swirling in transport she made certain the items she was carrying were at her side. Lesson number one, never hide what God gave you. Covering herself up would have gotten her scolded. A woman does not deny appeal. Never ever, ever!
Wiley couldn't resist recording her descent with his camcorder. Having never once seen a camcorder she wasn't certain what he was doing. In the past her mother Esperanza kept her from technology. No TV, no computers, no cellphone. It was for her own good. Not even her Nannies were allowed such pleasantries. Esperanza herself hid away her cell which was registered to another person to safeguard their existence from very bad people. One being Maria's father. Baddest of the bad.
None of them knew that tiny detail. Especially Maria. Had Esperanza made a fatal error in marrying Oscar Barnett? What seemed like a safe distance and a wealthy lover with incredible charm seemed like a good solution. Perhaps Bad was just wearing another face. Perhaps!
"Shake it Baby Sister." Wiley recorded her strut, while she giggled. shaking her tits. With her hands full that was the best option. No wait! A quick twist in step she sent her butt into an attempted twerk, one that nearly made her fall backwards. "Careful Ginger Rogers! Freddy ain't here to pick you up." As if she knew who Fred Astaire was. It was amazing the Barnett Boys did. Blame it on Oscar's love of ballroom dancing and the classics. Further blame being Highbone bringing Oscar up on the good ole' days.
Swooping in the prevent her tumble Tyson just plucked her up and carried her across the front door threshold as if his bride. Good thing Highbone was around to usher them out. He had no clue what they were up to and simply didn't care. Bathing supplies noted he could only roll his eyes. Wiley with his camcorder panning on Nigel's face the old man simply scowled. "Smile Highbone! We're just gonna go have some fun."
"If I cared Sir Coyote." He did, he was just too old and loyal to Oscar to speak up. "Please do not make another mess that I must clean up."
"Oh, it's gonna get sloppy ole' Son. No worries though. I did discuss gettin' you help around here with Matty. We're gonna ask Daddy when he calls next. Gotta go!" Out the door he darted. Wiley nearly tripped himself. He was too busy a starin' at Maria yelling for him to hurry. "On my way Ginger." Shall We Dance? That was one of the boy's favorites.
Quite a stroll out to the courtyard fountain Tyson made it to the sod lawn before making Maria walk, saving her bare feet from being burnt on the concrete walkway. A gentleman he was, for certain. Once she was on the ground running, she raced on ahead of them, ass shaking like a flamenco dancer. Wiley was wasting film and happy to do it. He had extra in his old school camcorder bag. Family heirloom! Kodak moment!
Reaching the edge of the fountain Maria wondered why she hadn't ventured out here before now. Maybe it was her hesitant fear of Oscar even if this life size statue was in bronze. It was that menacing foot long dick that spooked her, knowing from her brothers that he would be her deciding factor on determining if she were really ready to be a woman.
While she adored sex and his sons were all gifted of size Oscar was by far the HEAD of the household. That head was a fist doubled up and then some. Staring up at it from the side in awe she mumbled, "How does Mommy...?" She couldn't even finish her thought, her shivers more quakes. "That has to hurt." Sucking up her courage she put the fears out of her mind and accepted her fate. "If Mommy can do that... I can do that. It just feels... wrong." Most definitely! Yet, she had no say in the matter. Mommy knew best! At least that was what she was raised to believe.
"She sure stopped shakin' that booty when she got up close to Pappy's longhorn." Tyson commented.
"Hope she don't freeze up like that on stage at my club."
"You better take that camcorder with ya. I wanna see Baby Sister minglin' and tinglin'."
"Absolutely! Would I miss out on home movies? Best give Meryl a heads up on the milk moustache."
"Head's up! HA!" Tyson chuckled and texted his employee Meryl Purdue out at the pump house. A reply of, "Ready when you are Tyson... don't be chicken. LOL!" Tyson grumbling at the elder's response shot back with, "Do I look like a rooster wrangler? All beef old man. You just get hand's on with the valve. I'm gettin' ready to put her in the bathtub now. TY-Minus 5 minutes." All Meryl knew was it was hot as fuck in the pump house. A hurry the fuck up went unheard. Sweatin' to the oldies!
"You climbin' in Maria? Water can't be that cold. 110 in the shade out here, if we had shade."
"I am just admiring Oscar. It is a very good likeness of him. Why does he only wear his cowboy hat?"
"Daddy just likes showin' off. He calls it Longhorn Manners." Wiley laughed. Yes he recorded himself saying that, his Father would only agree with that assessment when he viewed the video. "Manor of speakin'?" He glared at Tyson busting up. It was pretty funny.
"You afraid of the shower head?"
"I prefer bathing in a tub. Back home in Cartagena we had no standing shower, only a claw bathtub." Duly noted! Wiley had an idea to pass along to Clint out at the stables for tomorrow. There being surveillance cameras out there he'd get a bird's eye view of everything. Still Maria nibbled a fingernail between her teeth nervously, Oscar's statue was just so realistic, almost as if he were simply bronzed over and well-polished to gleam in the sun. That part was a fact, Oscar had an immigrant team out there to polish his statue and clean the fountain every month. Highly paid, highly trusted!
"Put your stuff down on the ledge and get on in there." Wiley prompted her with a boot to her behind. Pouting at him she did as she was instructed and stepped over the edge. At least there weren't fish swimming within the pond, but there were a lot of coins as if a wishing well.
"Why is there money in the fountain?"
"That's how he pays the Mendez family so he don't have to send them a check every month." Tyson glares over the circular wall and peers down at the gold coins glistening in the sun like diamonds. A whisper toward Wiley he gnashes his teeth, "They're about due to drop out and clean Daddy's pecker ain't they?"
"Better warn Matty. Maybe have the Mendez gals pop out when I got Maria in town with me. Their daddy won't take us so kindly to us makin' his daughters strip naked to polish Pappy's knob."
"That ain't no lie. Can't disrespect Benito or there goes us flirtin' with Alba, and Pilar. Now those gals you need to hire for your club."
"And get shot in the ass by Bennie? Are you bonkers?" Wiley mulls it over, "They are perfect. Not much older than Maria there neither. What twenty?"
"Their daddy can't be too stressed out much coin as he's divin' for while they're waxin' daddy's longhorn. I've watched those gals on our camera feeds and I'm seein' twin turn on every time. Bennie sure don't object they strokin' daddy just to earn money. They get into it together almost like they're horny as hades. What's sad is, I'm bettin' those gals don't get much coin for doin' all the work."
"If you were Bennie, would you be up there spit shinin' Pappy's pecker? Can't tell me he ain't sayin' that's a woman's job."
"I know I wouldn't do it. I recall bein' grounded once when I was a kid and Daddy makin' me clean it. Long before Bennie crossed the border. Weren't no fun."
