Chapter 1
Jason had been sitting on the deck of his modest ranch home when his phone rang. Easing out of the rocking chair he prepared to give the telemarketer on the other end the cussing out of a life time. To Jason's surprise, however, it was his half-sister Sylvia on the other line.
"Jason?"
"Good morning Sylvia, what a pleasant surprise." Jason said sarcastically.
Sylvia was the accident of one of his father's many whores and he had never liked her. Going to school alongside his father's bastard child had been an unpleasant experience, fortunately for Jason he was powerfully built even as a freshman and the taunting soon stopped. Sylvia coped by sucking on every cock in the place that was not Jason's. After school Sylvia drifted off to California to be an 'actress' and Jason took to ranching.
Over the years he was able to earn enough money to buy a ranch of his own, which became wildly successful. So successful in fact that he was able to sit on his deck almost every day drinking beer without a care in the world and pursuing his hobbies, which is what he would have been that morning if Sylvia hadn't called.
"What do you want Sylvia?"
"I'm in a bit of a bind..."
"What a surprise."
"Don't be shitty Jason. Scott's walked out on me, the two-timing, limp dicked, son of bitch, and the house is being foreclosed on. We'll be on the streets if we don't find somewhere to stay by Wednesday."
Not very long after Sylvia arrived in California she married a guy she had met at a local gentlemen's club. Scott had varying 'legitimate' business interests and allowed Sylvia to live in relative comfort. Eighteen years ago when Scott and Sylvia were on an upswing they decided to adopt a baby. One trip to China and they came back with a baby girl. Scott's various affairs and drinking binges seemed to take precedent over being a father and Sylvia soon became bored of being a mother. The child, Margot, soon fell into general neglect with her parents only pausing long enough to buy her something when she threw a tantrum.
"Go to your mother's house Sylvia."
"I can't. She won't take both of us."
"You mean she won't take
you.
"
"Are you going to help us or not Jason?"
Jason thought about it. He didn't owe Sylvia anything, but she was blood like it or not.
"Get a plane to Bozeman Airport and I'll pick you up."
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Jason's car idled at the pickup curb. He was leaning casually against his Yukon smoking a cigarette and waiting. More than a few passing women gave him an appraising glance. At 40 Jason was still as cut as he was when he started ranching all those years ago. Tall, with dark brown hair streaked with a little grey, and always a little stubble, Jason looked every bit the cowboy. Jason didn't take the slightest interest in the gazes of the passing women. He had long ago abandoned the sport of seducing women with his good looks and charm. The game had become too easy and bored him. There was another game he liked to play now, but that would have to wait while he had guests.
He recognized Sylvia instantly as she walked through the automatic doors. Her bleach blonde hair was teased in a ridiculous style, she was wearing too much makeup and her skin was prematurely wrinkled under a leathery tan. Behind her walked a teenage girl with large headphones and resentful expression. Her face was round, she had full pouty lips and the most perfect little tits Jason had seen in a long time. This, thought Jason, must be Margot.
Sylvia thanked Jason briefly and asked to bum a cigarette. As the adults smoked Margot clicked away on her cell phone, texting friends left far behind in California. They started their journey only after the airport security insisted that Jason move the car.
Jason's home was on 50 acres of land about 3 hours away from the airport and the sun was already setting when they arrived. Jason lived in a modest ranch style home with 3 bedrooms, but it wasn't the space that Jason had sought when he purchased the property, it was the solitude. He was miles away from the closest neighbor and the suited him just fine.
They all trouped out of the car and into the house. Margot, who hadn't said a word during the whole trip, mumbled something about washing up and without so much as a 'how do you do' started wandering down the hallway. Jason moved to grab her by the right arm. He gripped hard and spun her around.
"Get your hands off me, pig!"
"That way is my bedroom. Your bedroom will be on the other side of the house...
slut
." He added the last word with a menacing undertone as he pointed in the opposite direction toward the other hallway leading off the living room.
Sylvia who was busying herself with the flat screen did not notice the altercation.
Margot stalked off down the other hallway without another word.
"I'm going wash up as well, Sylvia. Dinner's in an hour."
Sylvia waved at him in acknowledgment as she lit a cigarette and settled in to watch 'The Real Housewives'
Jason entered his bedroom and closed the door. Before Sylvia and Margot had arrived Jason had had his house fitted with surveillance. He agreed to house his half-sister and her whelp but that did not mean that he trusted them not to lift everything of value while there were there; at this moment though Jason had a completely different reason for switching on the video feed.
The camera that was in the smallest guest bedroom was positioned so Jason had an excellent view of Margot stripping off her t-shirt and jeans. She was wearing a matching set of bra and panties with frilly pick lace. Her tits were perfect and Jason silently blessed high definition. As he watched her ass wiggle to the sound of her iPhone he felt his cock growing hard, pressing against his jeans and begging for release. Jason shut the video feed down and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. It had been years since Jason had been required to self-satisfy and it was only with great mental fortitude that he resisted. Later, he told himself, later.
Dinner was eaten in silent indifference. Jason did not care to catch up with anything Sylvia had done in the intervening years and Sylvia had insisted on completing her 'Real Housewives' marathon during dinner. Margot continued to tap away on her phone, ignoring both of them.
The mood in the house deteriorated in the following weeks, as spring slowly turned to summer. Sylvia, surprisingly enough, had no interest in finding work and whiled away her time by chain smoking, watching crap TV and getting wasted at local bars. Margot fought with Sylvia at every opportunity. They fought about money, about leaving California, about Scott, about leaving California and about Jason. Margot and Jason barely spoke, but they had continued silent hostilities since the first evening. Jason had to be very careful as long as Sylvia was around. A neglectful mother she may be, but it would be unwise to try anything with her still in the house. But by the end of June luck finally pulled in Jason's favor.
He was heading out to the back deck to get some peace from Sylvia's incessant rambling and he found Margot helping herself to one of his beers. She saw him looking at her and gave him an arrogant little smile.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"What the fuck does it look like, asshole?" She sauntered over to the deck railing, her ass swaying under a too short skirt. Jason had been holding back for weeks and he couldn't take it anymore. He swiftly closed in on Margot, who had turned her back on him. He grabbed her by the scruff of the neck and bent her double over the balcony while she cursed in protest and dropped the beer down the embankment.
"Let me go you son of a bitch!"
"It's time you learned some discipline."
With that he lifted her skirt to expose the soft mounds he had been lusting after for weeks. And he let her taste his fury. He sparked her hard and with every blow she let up a pitiful squeak and flailed her legs pointlessly. Jason showed no mercy let his blows land on the same smooth cheek each time, turning it an angry shade of red. After he was satisfied that she understood the extent of his displeasure he let her up, gallantly folding the skirt back down before he did.
