Ollie got away unscathed from his loud morning tryst with Mary. When his father interrupted their taboo affair around dawn, Ollie had the balls to instruct him back to his room with a bark that stunned Columbus. They had fucked for hours and he had come so many times he was drained by the time she sauntered out of his room. Her pussy was wet and tight like a virgin and he had taken it for himself, branding her with his newly used cock.
Ollie didn't wake until midday and it wasn't by Charlotte's cruelty rather his own account. It was a beautiful day with the sun shining through his open window, permitting a breeze to flutter the sheet from his lap. He felt a sense of manhood from his unusual conquest as well as Mary's whispers of his upcoming power.
It wasn't an odd Idea for him to be head of the household at nineteen. He had dreams of power and money. In those dreams, it was him in charge of the many acres that belonged to his father and wicked stepmother. With the help of his new witchy love, he was sure to make it happen.
Ollie bunched up and stretched his arms. Lazily he took each step down the staircase, holding the rail to support his weak knees. The warm weather called for less clothes and he didn't bother grabbing a shirt. This was his house and would be until the day he died.
He stopped when he approached his step mother in her parlor. Charlotte was on her knees in prayer. He assumed she was praying for forgiveness for enticing him to fuck her. When she looked up, he gave her a wink and walked outside toward the outhouse.
After draining his snake, he pushed open the door and was met with the pitiful frame of the cook, Reba. She cried so hard her shoulders hunched up and down.
"Ollie," she whimpered, "I'm sorry."
"The hell is wrong with you, girl?"
Her pouting lips curled to sob while her wet eyes rainbowed with dark lashes drifted up toward his face. Two long braids covered her pert breast which shook with her crying fit.
"Quit that crying," Ollie barked, pushing his pants up his waist.
Reba sniffed, "I wanted to apologize, 'cause... I'm sorry, I was foolish for letting that tainted tea sit out in the open."
Ollie had forgotten her mistake. He couldn't put the fault on her since it had all worked to his advantage.
"I'm so, sorry, Ollie," she whispered, swiping at her navy dress, "I understand if you want to punish me. My carelessness could have killed you or your brothers," the thought made her guilty heart pound, "I shouldn't have...."
"Ah, I ain't worried 'bout it none," Ollie chuckled, patting her shoulder, "You did good."
Puzzled, Reba sniffed up her tears and twisted to face him. She watched closely as he jumped onto the porch and disappeared into the house.
Ollie was a boy no older than her but his manner was unlike anyone she had ever met. In fact, the whole Powers family was bizarre. Their dynamic and domestic issues were far more complex than the elder family she had worked for all her life.
Her mother had been a cook for the Murray's in Mississippi and when she died, Reba took over the kitchen at a young age. The Murray family had been all she knew at the time. But when money fell short, the family sold their women and some men off to their cousins in Baton Rouge.
Reba had been young at the time and was made to do field work for a month, before the witch, she called, Mary stepped in to clarify her skills in the kitchen.
Although Reba was grateful to Mary, she was weary of the woman and her schemes around the plantation. The harmful substance she bid Ollie to poison his mother with wasn't the first. Mary was giving potions to Master Powers as well.
Reba assumed it to be the same tonic she had given to Master Murray. The sweet substance made of different charms and herbs had twisted his sanity to bits, causing him to slowly lose his fortune and age before her eyes.
Reba feared the same would come of her new Master. She knew a lot of the going ons in her innocent inquiring mind, but said nothing in hopes the woman never harmed her.
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Later that day, Reba set out to collect the linens. She fluffed a towel and flipped it over her shoulder then reached up to pull the others off the clothes line, pressing them flat with the rest.
The cool breeze caused the towels on her shoulder to wisp up and down and another brisk breeze made them drop off her shoulder. Bending over, she scrambled to get the ones that had not yet touched the earth.
Reba gasped and dropped them all when she felt a pop on her ass. Falling over, she turned, and landed on her butt beneath the clean towels. Her eyes drifted up to scowl at whoever had done such a thing. She assumed one of Charlotte's rowdy two boys, but her face fell from its malice and her eyes widened to her master's stern gaze.
"I reckon, you got another washing to do, girl," Columbus chuckled, helping her to her feet.
"Yes, sir," Reba nodded while her cheeks blushed in humiliation.
"You might have to take that dirty dress off too." He stretched the material shifting it up for a peek "Don't you need some help."
"No, sir," she hurried to gather the towels and flinched as his palm swept across her bare ass, "Hm, Sir? You shouldn't touch me there."
Columbus snorted, "Ole Murray ain't never take a liking to you after all those years."
"No, sir.. He liked Mary," Reba announced but regretted tattling on her, "Well, no. I mean to say he didn't like me in uh, he didn't touch me. Sometimes he gave me hugs. I liked those but he never touched me."
"I wonder why?" His potbelly shook with laughter.
Reba shrugged.
"I don't need to spell it out to you. I know someone told you."
"They ain't told me nothing, sir," she whispered, keeping her eyes on his large leather shoes.
Columbus touched her chin, bringing her eyes to his matured face, "You look an awful lot like his oldest girl," he grinned, pinching her cheek, "You're just a shade or two darker, is all."
Reba had come to the realization early on but never questioned her resemblance or her light color. Feeling ashamed, she sidestepped him with her load in arms.
"I don't think I look like her. Miss Helen is very pretty."
"Just like you. Too pretty for your own good."
His flattery got no response and Reba hurried onto the steps. He got a nice eye of her backside and wondered how soft it would feel unclothed.
"Reba, how about we go take a walk."
"But, I've got-"
"Put those clothes away, now and come on back by the outhouse," he ordered, stepping backwards.
Reba obeyed with nothing to protest. Her hands shook with nerves when she turned the corner of the small shack settled behind the smokehouse. She looked up and found him masturbating between the two buildings. Her jitters increased and she averted her eyes down toward the grayish green grass.
"Come here," he beckoned, sliding his palm up to hold off on an early bust.
Reba walked over and he grabbed her hand placing it on his shaft. The five inch pole jumped in her palm and she pushed both hands behind her back. He dropped his jerk and pulled her arm.
"Hold it tight."
Reba closed her eyes as her fingers gripped onto his shaft.
"There you go," he hissed, leading her fingers up and down, "Keep hold of it and rub it back and forth.... Until, oh..."
Columbus bucked up inside her palm and placed his thick hand over her back slowly guiding down to her fleshy ass. Lifting her dress, he roamed over each cheek, giving a ragged breath.
"There it goes. Good. Just like that."
Reba continued to work her fingers over his length feeling icky from the interaction. With her head turned she stroked, unsure why a sticky concoction had formed on her palm.
His lips scorched her cheek before pushing her closer. It was a frightening experience but Reba kept at her task, even as his lips traveled over her head and back down her jaw. When his lips pulled toward her mouth, she shut her lips tight and shook her head, increasing her strokes in hopes he would ask her to stop.
Columbus breathed out a gust against her earlobe, kneading her ass until an ache formed, "faster," he urged, "Rub it harder before I stick this pecker in your mouth. You'd like that wouldn't you girl?"
Reba whimpered at the idea and hurried her small hand up and back with a need to please this way instead of that.
"Ugh, yeah. Rub that cock, girl, faster. Rub it, girl."
