Baby Sister
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Episode 26: BOOTy HILL
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 26: BOOTy HILL - Colombia is known for its coffee, its poppy fields, and its share of the sexiest women on Earth. Esperanza Blanco and her naïve young 16-year old daughter Maria are sure to wake you up and call you Poppy. America the beautiful just got two of the hottest. Marrying billionaire Oscar Barnett, Esperanza set their future to look bright. Yes, and no! Oscar and his five adult sons had motives, dark motives. Question is, did the Barnett's bite off more than they could chew? Maria was hungry.
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“Let’s ride, Filly!”
Number four son Wiley Dean Barnett had pulled the families recreational dune buggy out front of the entrance door to their massive West Texas estate. Honking the horn, it sounded like a horse’s whinny. Standing at the door was their ancient butler Nigel Highbone fanning himself against the harsh Texas heat, while waiting on a certain Columbian cutie pie. She just had to go grab her cowboy boots. It was the only attire that was allowed against the women’s clothing epidemic. Leather was the only material safe on a girl. Laughably, she bought the ruse the Barnett boys had instilled in her. Naive? To the core! Poor kid!
“Get a move on! Boots on the ground!”
Honking further became an unnecessary annoyance. Luckily, Mister Highbone had cotton in his ears. A stiff brandy beforehand also helped him tolerate the racket. A second shot after Wiley and his new baby sister would seem recommended. Anything to take the edge off of working under these unruly kids in their 30’s. Well, save for sweet sixteen Maria Blanco. She was quite the handful on her own. As if some newborn creature of habit she had learned all about sex from her more than willing brothers. Shameful, of course!
She did not know any better having been sheltered by her goddess level mother Esperanza since birth. For good reasons! Unknown to even Big Daddy Oscar Barnett at the time, Maria was the daughter of one of the evilest, men alive. Esperanza managed to escape him and hide for as long as she could. A chance meeting for money and sexual services, Esperanza agreed to marry Oscar in hopes to truly escape her past. Here in the United States, she prayed that they were far enough away from Maria’s father to forever keep the girl safe. Boy, was mommy ever wrong. Oscar Barnett was a charmer sure, beyond filthy rich, yet she learned quickly that he had a dark side which might just compete with...
“GODDAMMIT, MARIA! IT’S HOT AS HADES OUT HERE!” As if a dune buggy had air conditioning. Roll bars did not shade its occupants. The old saying was 110 in the shade. It was 115 at the moment. Shirtless with lotion applied, life was still was unforgiving. Wiley Coyote had no one to blame but... “MAAAAARRRRRRIAAAA!”
“I am coming.”
She squeezed around Nigel jingling as she walked. Cotton or not, the elder looked down to notice of all things, spurs attached to her cowboy boots. Rolling his eyes, he just knew the tile indoors was scratched up by her travels. An “Oh, Good God!” moment led the girl to pivot, nearly tripping in order to hug Highbone goodbye.
Maria’s adoration of her elders was off the charts. It was a quiet common knowledge that he eldest of them all, had grown fond of the tiny dancer. Still, faithful to the Barnett clan, Nigel had to turn the other cheek. The girl would have to grow up to defend herself, if their meddling did not groom her beyond repair. Mommy Blanco-Barnett might just have a say in that. Once she made it home. If, she made it home.
Hurrying away from Highbone’s hip, the naked young beauty who had also lotioned every asset of her body, ran for the dune buggy. As a result of making him wait, Wiley gunned it just as she got close. Each time he did so, it made her have to give chase or retrace her steps. Jingle all the way, those boots were made for walking. After four attempts the hitchhiker was allowed to climb into the buggy.
“Whoa, Nelly! Hey now! Take those boots off until we get to the stables. Don’t you be scratching ole’ Acme here, I just had him detailed.” Pouting over it, Maria took off her boots and sat them on the floorboard before settling in. “Where did you get those spurs?”
“From the trophy room. They look cute on my new boots.”
“Aw, hell!” Dread turned his tanned features pale. “Daddy is going to turn you over his knee when he gets back home. Those are his daddy’s spurs. They were in the trophy room as respect to Grampa Metzgar. I ... they do look adorable on you.” On the boots at her feet that is. “Did you just paint your toenails?”
“Yes! I wanted to look nice for Mister Clint and his stable workers.”
She turned in her passenger seat to face Wiley, her back to the side panel she had to climb over to get in. No doors! In facing him she stretched her leg out toward him and placed her toes directly in front of Wiley’s face. “Gobble me up!”
Of late, her handsome stepbrothers had either sucked on her toes or playfully kissed her petite little tootsies as their way of tickling them. Going crossed eyed in looking at her red nails the Coyote of the family grinned. “Too dusty now that you stood in the driveway. You wash those off at the stables before you show those toes to the crew. Be sanitary!”
“Okay! Drive! I want to ride Betsy again.” Her favorite horse. “Ooo! Teach me how to drive.”
Idling there, Wiley hadn’t considered that. A should he, shouldn’t he moment, had him weighing the situation. It wasn’t like Maria would voluntarily steal a car and drive off the ranch. Her teasing his chin with her toes assisted in his decision. “Scoot on over here and sit in my lap.”
“Will I make the white devil attack you. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“He’s quiet at the moment. Y’all better take advantage of it while you can. There’s no guarantee how long before that rascal gets temperamental.”
“If he shows up, I will deal with him. He listens to me.”
“He may listen, but he also whispers evil thoughts in us men. We can get all possessed sometimes and let him do the talking. That usually means we men do things we might never do without his nipping at our heels.”
“I have learned this.” She lowered her foot and started to crawl across into his lap.
“Hold up!”
He stretched a bit and unzipped his denim jeans, digging in for his longhorn cock. Aroused by simply discussing white devil, his erection stood tall. “You best hop on me for stability. The seatbelt won’t go around both of us.” Bullshit, of course! “Sit on my dick and it should keep you from bouncing out when we hit rough terrain.”
“Yay! I love how you look out for me, Wiley.”
“Always and forever, Baby Sister. Straddle up!”
Squealing as she transitioned into his lap, Maria reached beneath her thighs to line his penis up with her vulva. Easing down onto his thickness, she nibbled her lower lip at the stimulating sensations that creased its way up until all of him was inside of her. “That a girl! This could be a bumpy ride.”
“I remember the last time when you and Tyson took me to the stables. You held me very tightly.”
“Not this time. If you want to learn how to drive then you need to deal with the turbulence.” He then took her hands and applied them to the steering wheel. “Hands at 10 and 2 like the face of a big fat clock.” He chuckled under his breath. “See the pedals down at my feet?”
“Yes!”
“Okay! The pedal on the left is the brake. Pressing down on that will slow us down or make us come to a sudden stop if you press too hard. Never stomp on that pedal unless I say to.”
“Got it!”
“The pedal on the right is to get this buggy to move. Once we get past the estate and the land gets rough, you will need to guide this buggy around anything that could tip us over. Don’t hit that gas pedal too much or we might not have enough time to avoid an accident. If I tell you to ease up, you obey me.”
“You know I will. Obedience is what makes a woman out of me someday. I need to be a woman.”
“You’re getting there. We’ll let daddy decide if you are, when he and Esperanza get home.”
“I want to make Oscar proud of me.”
“Learning to drive is a fine start. Not everything about being a woman revolves around sex. Just 99.9% of it.”
“Ready when you are, Wiley.”
“Alright! This here lever is how you put it in motion. See the letter P where the red line is pointed at? That P stands for Pussy ... I mean, Park.” She giggled over his jest and actually hopped on his dick embedded up inside of her. “Testing the shock absorbers?”
“What are shock absorbers?”
“Each tire on this chassis has a shock absorber. It helps us with a smoother ride.”
“I do not like smooth rides.”
“Me neither.” He laughed! “Alright, now listen. That letter P is only used when you don’t want the buggy to move, like now. What we need to do is put the red line on the letter D which stands for Dick ... I mean, Drive.”
“You are silly.”
“I am! I am! Put your right foot on the left pedal.”
“Why not my left foot, it is closer.”
“You don’t want both feet getting in the way of one another. Only use your right foot for both pedals. That way you don’t confuse the buggy.”
“Okay!”
“Right foot, left pedal.” Done! “Now use that lever to move it from P to D.”
“What does N stand for?”
“The letter N means IN, like my dick INside of you.”
“You are making that up.”
“You caught me. It really means Neutral.”
“What is neutral?”
“Another word for Negotiable.”
“What is negotiable?” Good Lord! Did Esperanza not teach her anything? Wiley scratched the back of his neck over her lack of concept.
“Forget that term. Neutral means you are in between Park and Drive. The buggy could still roll because the brake isn’t locked as it would be in Park mode.”
“Why does it exist then?”
“Good argument. We best get moving. Right foot brake then move the lever to D.” Doing so, Maria felt Wiley squeeze her right shoulder then kiss her left shoulder. Smiling, she wiggled her butt over his lap. Prepared for a rough ride, Wiley removed his Stetson and sat it in the passenger seat. “Let’s try not to lose my best hat.” Good luck with that!
Giving the dune buggy gas in small favors, she needed to adjust to just how much to press and when to brake. Sudden jolts were common to any inexperienced person. She however was doing well for a first-time student driver. “You know where the back gate is.” Nodding yes, she navigated the buggy until Wiley could trigger the gates with a remote attached to the dash. Once the gates slid open, he motioned her onward.
“The world is yours, Baby Sister.”
Free at last! Cough! Cough!
Dallas, Texas! FBI Headquarters!
“New case, Barnett.”
Looking up from his desk, Matthew Barnett was greeted by an older man in his 50’s. This of course meant that he had to lower his desktop monitor or risk allowing his field chief to see Matthew’s partner, Miranda Wright masturbating at her own desk. Even worse, a number of agents stood watching her, Matthew’s gift for their assists of late. Miranda, although a dedicated agent, a very good one at that, had fallen under the Barnett spell. There was nothing she would deny Matthew.
“What’s this one, Claude?” Claude Raines, much like the famous actor but with an E in the mix of his last name. When it Rains it pours!
“This case could be associated with that housing division murder that you and Agent Wright are looking into. Coyote tunnels were found by some new developers close by that earlier crime scene. These are only five miles from one another. Thing is, neither of those tunnels intersect as far as they can tell. We’re the experts in that area, so drive out and give it a thorough look see. It might be nothing, might be clues. Check it out.”
“I’ll grab Wright and head that way.”
“Good! While you’re at it. Give the girl a dildo for Christ’s sake.”
Claude winked with a grumble and turned away. Zero expression on Matt’s part! Stopping at Matt’s door he looked back. “Did you really think you could have our cameras all scrubbed? We do have a backup. You’re both good agents. If I thought otherwise, I’d have you both demoted or worse. I may be old and mostly, by the book, but it doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy a hottie like Wright. I hear you have her ... trained.”
“I wouldn’t say trained. More, smitten enough to do stupid things to keep my attention.”
“Well, she is a blonde. I won’t look the other way when the show is getting good. Just ... know I have my rank because I keep in the loop.”
“Understood!” So did Matthew! He was aware of the backup cameras, he simply played dumb. As wealthy as his family was, not even Claude could fire him over whatever he did. Claude would be booted and have to sell cars at a used car lot to get a paycheck. Technically, Claude knew the situation for himself concerning Matt. It was better to play along and get the job done.
“I’ll get her that toy and send her to your desk tomorrow.” Mulling the offer over, Claude patted the door jamb then walked away. Matthew sat back and actually smiled. While a great judge of character as a profiler, Claude did manage to surprise him. “How did I miss that trait?” Hardly perfect! But again, Matt didn’t care.