Episode 10: Jacob’s Ladder

“I wish my new brother 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. I wonder why sheets and blankets are not bad for women, we wear them to bed for warmth.” Maria Blanco lay there with only a thin sheet covering her body. Good point for a very stupid young lady. Not really stupid, simply kept out of the loop of society by her mother. There was so much that she was not privy too in isolation away from man’s world. Now she only knew what her stepbrothers were teaching her. Not complaining, she loved the hugs and the licks. Starving for attention as much as knowledge Maria was a sponge soaking up all of the wrong things. Right in her fragile mind. All she wanted was to become a woman, whatever it took.

Staring at the ceiling she reflected 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, 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 fifteen only one month ago, sixteen 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 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 was certainly challenging her emotions. At midnight she still lay wide awake, 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 most was just how much pain they had, their dicks so swollen and purple from the evil white devil 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 Barnett 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 with 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 had 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. Trembling heavily at how good it felt. Spine arching, her ass lifted from the bed as 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 removed her fingers and her tempted hormones retreated in 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 a larger 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 dense body 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 firsthand 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 Brother?”

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 up at Maria’s youthful beauty. Reaching to his left he turns on a 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 held 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 you wearing clothes to bed.”

“I swore off clothing.” She totally forgot her question over sheets and blankets being just as unhealthy.

“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?”

“That’s one thing. A woman always 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?” She had heard their breed earlier in the day.

“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 want to 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 its delicious friction. Eyes flaring, she sighed over the move. “That felt nice.”

“What did? Your nips rubbing over my chest?”

“That felt nice too.” She rubs her thighs along his crown now that it was the closest to reach under her new seating. “I feel something wet.”

“Ohhhh! You liked my dick riding right up through your labium, didn’t ya? Wet? That’s pre-white devil. His way of saying he’s in charge.” Discharge!

“What is a labium?”

“Pussy lips. Here! Let’s do that again, it eases my pain some.”

“I knew you were hurting. Your thing is swollen and dark purple like a bruise.”

“I fell asleep to ward off the pain. Now that you woke me up it’s a nightmare.”

“I am sorry Brother. It hurts me inside to hurt you.”

“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 devil out of you.”

“Oh, I’ll be helping you do that. If you want to 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. Even if you fall asleep, I will continue.”

“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 narrow labia. Eyes brightening up at how good each pass over her clit felt she whimpered.

“That feels good Jacob.”

“You do it to me now. I’m just going to lay here. We’ll get to those kissing lessons in a bit.”

“Okay.” She applies her own gyrations over his girth and whined, “I can feel it throbbing.”

“It’s the white devil 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.”

“Why do my brothers call me that?”

“Oh ... uhhh? It’s the best compliment a woman can get from a man if he likes what she’s doing for him.”

“Oh! Then you may call me a slut. I like it.”

“I can do that. You are one sexy slut.”

“Thank you. I want you to feel good Jacob. It is a woman’s job to make a man feel good. I am learning how to achieve that.”

“Get up here.” He grips her again and brings her back up to his face and kisses her right on the lips, her hips were still gyrating but over his six-pack abs. Palming her face he kissed her long and hard, her whimpers feeding into her enjoyment. Once she got a taste of making out, he let her take over. She could not get enough of his lips. Nor his massive tufts of thick wilderness hair tickling her flesh.

While she grew invested in his breath Jacob’s hands roamed her backside, palming her ass cheeks and just letting her rub his abs with her moist pussy. For a better feel he took a brief release to drag her legs to each side of his waist. The new sensations of a deeper rub over him made her squeal. Hands back on her ass he pries her cheeks wide and uses a single thumb to rub her butt pucker. She wiggled all over him trying to keep her sensitivity heightened but trembled that his finger might intrude her anus. Jacob was having a blast at her expense.

Parting lips he growled, “My turn.” In a bold move he rolled over in his bed taking her to her back and hovering over her. Her innocent eyes refused to even blink wondering what he might do to her. Easing back a bit on his knees he leaned down and kissed her tenderly, each time she tried to take control he backed off. Finally, he stormed her neck and kissed her throat. She caressed his massive hairy shoulders whimpering at the ticklishness caused by his beard. Feeling his monster cock rubbing over her clit at his own encouragement she began moaning.

“You must really like me.”

“I do. I adore you Squirt.”

“I adore you too Jacob. Am I still a good slut?”

“I expect better. Before your momma gets home, you’re going to be the best.”

“Teach me.”

“All of us are doing that. Never be scared of what we do. No matter what it is.”

“I will not be afraid.” He said nothing further, choosing to kiss her neck and shoulders, before moving to her chest. Kissing her nipples made her giggle. “Wiley and Owen squeezed my boobies but you are the first to kiss them so lightly. They sucked on them.” He grinned at her smile then devoured her left nipple whole into his mouth sucking them. “Yes! Just like that! I like this brother.”

The sensations drove her insane, unable to keep her hands away from his hair. Not until he moved from one nipple to the other did, she gasp, “Nooo! Don’t leave it.” Once he found the other nipple she cooed and felt content. The second he stopped; Jacob crawled higher over her until she felt his dick rub over her belly. Up until his crown crossed between her breasts she whimpered. “What are you doing?”

“Titty fucking you.”

“What is titty fucking?”

“This.” He reached in crushing her breasts around his dick then began thrusting up through them. She panted heavily and tilted her chin to watch as best she could. In doing so his fist sized crown pelted her chin, often crossing up to her roll over her pouty lips. She couldn’t keep her mouth from expressing awe, so the crown entered her jaw without too much trouble. She took the punishment not realizing what it meant. He wasn’t forcing it in her mouth, merely taunting her with the possibility.

“I think I felt the white devil on my lips.”

“It’s that pre-devil’s venom.”

“Venom? It is bad for me?”

“No. It’s bad for me, good for you. The white devil destroys a man on the inside but once it leaves our body it becomes good for you.”