Episode 3: stRAWberry SHortcAKE

“Strawberries coming right up.”

Wiley Barnett paraded through the kitchen; his loose-fitting sweatpants tented in dramatic fashion. Sweet impressionable, downright stupid Maria Blanco following him like a lost puppy. One very adorable puppy mind you. For only sixteen she was drop dead gorgeous, just like her supermodel mother. Only much shorter and still growing. At 4’7, 82 pounds according to Matthew Barnett she was like a living breathing doll. Tiny in proportion yet endowed enough in her breasts to know they would one day catch up in size to her mother. Cutesy might be a good description.

She was uncertain what to do now that her mother was away. Her second day in Man’s world as her mother Esperanza often called it, she was sad yet feeling free. With her mother gone for a month Maria could be herself, of course, being herself wasn’t entirely clear. At barely sixteen and having had no real interaction with the outside world she wanted to further her education of life itself. Again, that too was unclear, having seen Wiley jerk off by the pool and he playfully exposing himself right behind her mother in the dining room, just for Maria, she found him hilarious. Where most young girls might panic, shy little Maria was not one of them. She really didn’t know right from wrong. Blame it on her Mommy.

“I love strawberries.” She pepped up glued to his hip as he grabbed a bowl to put the berries in. She attempted to steal one, but Wiley lifted the bowl high into the air over her 4’7 status. Wiley being 6’3 no matter how high she jumped to reach the bowl she failed. Laughing over her unsuccessful attempts he watched her jubilant titties dancing about beneath her yellow dress’s cleavage. The more she jumped the lower her dress fell, with no straps to hold it up the inevitability of her breasts being concealed much longer was only a matter of time. Facing her even more fun considering his erection stabbed straight at her, each jump led her tummy to collide with his beast, she hadn’t even realized it. To her it was all about the fruit, not the looms.

“My berries.” He teased her laughing at her tormented expression, “Pout all you want Baby Sister. You gotta earn these berries.”

“What do you mean?” She paused in her hops to study his playful sneer. Good God, those big brown orbs. Her expression offering yearn over the berries but could easily be mistaken for sex. A bending at the knees dance she was whining over his unwillingness to share.

“We’ll get to that. Let’s go sit on the sectional so I can enjoy my tasty berries here.”

“You must share.” She stomps her foot, being dramatic over a pouty tantrum. “Do not be stingy.”

“I share when you share.” He twists in step and walks away from her. In tow she explored his muscles at wearing no shirt, having no real visual of a man’s anatomy this was her first. Oscar his father did not count, he was ever the gentleman. Although, she did sneak a brief peek at her mother and Oscar having sex, the images giving her goosebumps, more than any scars. She knew nothing of sex as an act of pleasure. At some point she would demand clarification over what she witnessed. Maria rather enjoyed watching Wiley’s tight butt leading her into the family room. Amazement to say the least. So much for blinking.

“Keepin’ up Baby Sister?” He leered over his shoulder, she skipped along rather than walking, dogging his heels with the most remarkable sparkle in her eyes. He had a hunch that she was curious, how curious remained the question. Reaching the sectional, he plopped down dead center on the sofa and kicked his feet up on the coffee table. Standing over him she fidgeted as he ate a berry.

“No fair. Share with me. I thought I was a member of this family now.”

“Sit down right here next to me.” He pats the cushion making certain she knew he meant hip to hip. Without pondering his request, she just did it. Legs touching legs. “Comfy?”

“Yes.”

“Good. I ask a question and if I like the answer, I feed you a berry. Deal?”

“Yes.”

“Perfect. You’ve never seen a man naked before me, have you?”

“I have not.” She watched him swirl a berry in the air before her eyes, following it in hopes she would be fed.

“Did you like seeing me naked?”

“That is two questions.”

“Don’t get cute, answer me.” He chuckles.

“It was most interesting.”

“Fair enough.” He presses the berry on to her lips and she nibbles it, expressing a vitamin C orgasm. “Look at that expression. You should love everything as much as that berry.”

“Everything?”

“Yep! I’m going to take my sweats off here in a minute. A berry delivered to that tongue if you say you’re not going to run off crying.”

“Why would you...?” Her eyes lower to his tentpole and flare up at its size. While she considered it wrong as it should be, she did want to see him again. Up close! Curiosity lured the cat. “I will not run. Nor cry.”

“Good girl. There’s no need to panic all I’m doing is prepping you for the future. I like living carefree so I pretty much live naked unless I’m at work ... when I work.”

“Berry.” She shifts sideways facing him with a starving look in her eyes. He fed her another one but held onto it to observe her puckered lips sucking on its juices. Her eyes carefully studied his as to why he was doing this. Finally, he winks and releases the berry to her hunger. “Look at that ecstasy.”

“What is ecstasy?” She took a vivid interest.

“You remember when I stroked my boy here by the pool?” Setting the bowl of berries to his left Wiley lifted his hips up and tugs his sweats down to his ass, his dick popping free before her eyes. Just watching her eyes bulge made him grow harder. Rubbing berry juice on his cock just to be cute he awaited her answer.

“Yes. What is stroked?” She grows shy suddenly and stares at it. In her lured in gaze, he swoops a berry under her face and feeds her again, more juices rubbed on his crown right in front of her.

“Why do you rub juice on yourself?”

“Stroked is this.” He curls his wet fingers and thrashes his girth before her mesmerized eyeballs. Strawberry juice helps keep the white devil from being so painful to a guy. Before you ask, I’ll explain that in a minute. I want you to understand I’m not here to hurt you, Maria. I just need to know you’re alright that I walk around in front of you naked.”

“This is your home. I am a guest.”

“Not true. This is your home now too. So, you’re okay seeing me nude?”

“Yes.” She eyes the bowl of berries which he placed in his lap right above his monster erection.

“You might catch me jerking off a lot. White Devil is a bitch. There’s an epidemic ... a medical condition... “He knew epidemic was too big of a word for her mentality. “It attacks both men and women, but men feel it the worst. White devil makes this here penis, that’s what it’s called really swollen. Inside our body is gland, an internal organ where a tiny critter lives. He spits a lot. If a fella or gal doesn’t get it out of their system really fast, it can put them in the hospital. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to go to one of those. Unless of course there’s a cute nurse who helps me get that white devil out. So, yeah, I have to beat off a lot to protect my health. Can you live with that?”

“There is no cure?” He shakes his head with a deafening sigh. “That must be really hard to live with. I understand. If you must. Berry?”

“Very HARD! Choose one and pick it out of the bowl.” His erection arching right over the bowl made her hesitate. Still, the temptation was too great, and she reached in to pluck up a berry without touching him. Devouring it she studies his eyes as she knows he was looking at her cleavage. Blushing she shares her thoughts.

“Why do you look at me so?”

“Sorry. It’s a guy thing. You know that you’re beautiful.”

“I think so.” She giggles and shares a hint of ego.

“See my penis? His name is Dick.” He points at it again reeling her in.

“Yes. Hello Dick.” Oh, hell! She actually introduced herself to it. “I am Maria.”

“This is what happens to a guy when a beautiful woman is in the room. Dick gets all blown out of proportion. White Devil senses a gal, girl, and fights hard to come out to scare her. He can be a vicious critter sometimes. To be honest I’ve heard doctor’s say that White Devil likes the ladies. Hates us men though. He lives to cause us misery.”

“Does it hurt that bad? Dick looks ... purple.”

“Hurts terribly until you work it out. Recall my jerking off and that white stuff shooting out of my teeny tiny spout right here?” He taps his urethra as she examines it from a distance. “That’s where White Devil likes to attack from. In girls it’s different. As you know you don’t have a penis.”

“Mommy and Conchita call it Cenote. It means a deep hole with water in it.”

“No shit! Well, hello there, Cenote.” He slyly lifts her skirt to look at her cute well-groomed pussy. At least Esperanza showed her how to maintain herself instead of a rain forest between her legs. Shyly she presses her skirt back down. No fear, simply confused by why he did that. She was moist down there.

“I did not get a good look. You were too far away.”

“I’m closer now. Want me to show you what beauty does to a man? White Devil is throwing a fit right now inside me. These berries aren’t helping like they should.”

“They’re not?”

“The CDC ... that’s a medical organization, a place to help people battle illness. They help doctors in finding a way to ward off the White Devil. CDC stands for Curing Dick Calamity.” She was eating up every word he tossed at her. Box of boulders? Try Box of Planets. It was unbelievable how dim Maria truly was. She believed everything he said. He was convincing. “Berry juice helps but sometimes not for a guy. I hear females have a different body chemistry than us fellas, that’s why they have cute nurses to rub in the juices until White Devil gives up. Once he’s out of my system that gives me a few hours relief before he’s back at biting my insides. He hides out right here.” He lifts his dick and shows her his gigantic scrotum, full to the brim with cum. Just teasing her he was fueling up.

“He hides up inside there? He must be very big.”

“Only his spit. The spit builds up in White Devil making him grow until he releases it, then he gets smaller. It’s a constant battle. Just ask Owen and Tyson.”

“They have this problem too?”

“All men do. It’s a worldwide problem.”

“Maybe this is why Mommy kept me away from the world.” It made more sense to her now. “I am sorry you suffer Wiley.”

“We just have to live with it until there’s a cure. The one thing the doctors say is that females are the best short-term cure available. White Devil in males is attracted to girls. Their touch soothes him until he wants out to meet them. Supposedly that spit he hurls up helps gals ward off their own suffering.”

“I do not feel sick.”

“You’re lucky. I’m thinking it’s because you’re from Colombia. I hear it’s bad down there but not as painful as up here. I heard you caught your momma helping our daddy’s White Devil problem.”

“Was that why mommy was ... on Oscar’s ... is his named Dick too?” She points at his erection.

“Oh, no! Daddy calls his Buster. His Buster is waaay bigger than mine, so he suffers a lot more than us boys. Your momma’s job is to keep him happy and pain free. That’s why he’s spoiling her rotten. You might have to help your momma someday. If daddy’s pain gets too bad it takes more than one gal to ease his woes. That happens on occasion to all of us but not often. One gal’s help is usually enough.”

“This is all very scary.”

“If you’re going to live in this house, you can’t be spooked over things like this Maria. Grab a berry.” She instinctively goes after a strawberry. In her decision to choose a larger berry it meant grazing her knuckle on his crown. She freezes up watching his face at her accidental caress. He went into theatrics expressing pain.

“Fuck that hurt.”

“Forgive me Wiley. I did not mean to hurt you.”

“Relax!” He cringed but gave an Oscar performance. The award not his daddy. “I know you didn’t. I’m not mad.” He reaches an arm out and draws her closer into him to hug her. Kissing her forehead, she trembles. “No harm done Baby Sister. You’re shaking like a leaf. Everything, alright?”

“I hurt you, Wiley.” She grew weepy, tears welling in her innocent eyes, “These upsets me, even if you say it is okay.”

“Look kid, the pain goes away quick, but it is the only real way is for me to work out that White Devil. It’s a daily agony for men.”

“So, all of my brothers have this White Devil? You said all men.”

“Yep! All men deal with the pain. It’s how we embrace the pain that makes us a man.”

Tears withheld she bashfully looks up into his eyes without blinking, “You may fix your pain.”

“You’re the one that caused it to hurt. You fix it.” He chuckles as she lowers her jaw in shock.

“Me? I do not know how.”

“Well, like I said berry juice helps the pain, you did notice I wiped some on it earlier.” He counts on her naivety to keep her interest. “Also said a female’s sweat glands, body chemistry added to the berry juice is stronger than when a guy does it. I didn’t have any berry juice out by the pool yesterday, but did you notice the pain I had, I know my growls and grunts had to be loud. It takes everything I got to get him out. He fights back every time.”

“Yes. You looked pale.”

“It’s an old Indian trick. Berries help some but the real pain reliever is this.” He digs into his lowered sweats pocket for a small bottle of lube, showing it to her. “This stuff coats it and heats it up. Notice it says strawberry on the label here?” She nods reading it, “It neutralizes the pain until the White Devil ejects. Neutralize means calms the irritation. Too much hand friction makes Dick here sore. If he gets sore, then the real pain starts because then I can’t fight back.” She winces at the bottle poised before her eyes, “Indian’s make a killing bottling this stuff.”

“Oh! I am going to eat another berry.” Her attention span fades fast as she reaches in for another berry. Again, she grazes his crown, but this time on purpose. Expecting him to grit his teeth she looks up to see his eyes rolling back into his head. “Have I harmed you again Wiley?” She lifts up beneath his arm turning more to face him, placing her left hand on his chest without thinking. The slightest touch to his flesh sent electrical current throughout her entire body, she had no clue what her sensations meant.

“Hurt like a bitch. You keep doing that and you’re going to be the one jerking me off to ease the agony.”

“I will try if it eases your pain.”

“Naaaa! Much as I respect your offer I better not. I don’t think your momma would be too happy about you helping me out. She can help us boys when she gets home. It is only a month.”

“She does not know that I watched you by the pool or when you showed me Dick behind her back in the dining room. I did not want her to yell at me.”

“You kept it to yourself?”

“Yes. I will not tell her. I do not like when she scolds me.”

“I can understand that. Pact? I don’t tell, if you don’t?”

“Yes.” She smiles warmly, “If I may help you I will. Mother did tell me to try and bond with my new brothers. Helping you all will make me happy here. I want you all to like me.”

“That’s a good thing. All of us boys could certainly use your help. We can return the favor whenever you need something from us.”

“Like new clothes?” She peps up, “Mother told me you would take me shopping.”

“We can do that. You’re going to be spoiled in no time Squirt.”

“I like being spoiled. Mother spoiled me every day. Clothes, jewelry, perfume, massages. The only thing is, I was not allowed outside our home. We ordered everything in. Only mother was allowed out of our house. Conchita went home when mommy was back from work.”

“That sounds horrible. A cutie like you should be shown off. A lot of men out there in pain.” He laughs.

“I see now that this is why mother kept me isolated. She knew I was too young to be of help.”

“Probably so. I’m sure she’s helped a quite a few guys in her life. Maids often act like nurses. Alright! I’ll let you help me out. Trial basis?”

“I will do my best.” Her hand still on his chest she feels his heartbeat. She had not even realized her hand was loitering there. He didn’t tell her to back off so surely, he was alright with her close proximity. Blushing again she removed her hand and reached slowly down to ... procure another berry. Stealing it giggling she fed her lips with an alluring gaze.

“Thief.”

“I told you I adore berries.”

He sits the bowl into her lap and stands up to fully remove his sweats before sitting back down in all of his glory. His dick wagging about amused her. “Fuck even that hurt like crazy.”

“Show me what I must do.” She turns sideways completely and sits Indian style; in her unladylike posture he could see her cute little pussy. She hadn’t even considered that he might be looking until she notes his eyes lowered. The bowl in her lap concealed her as she trembled.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t be checking you out. Feel free to tell me to behave if my eyes get too nosey.”

“I should be wearing underwear. I did not have a matching set for this dress. Mother insisted I go without because she wanted Oscar to feel good about buying it for me.”

“Mom has a point. Statistics say a woman should never wear underwear to help ward off the female White Devil’s Daughter. Clothing for that matter. I hear it causes cancer. That’s why I try and stay naked. Now, my brothers, they work jobs, so they have to wear clothing.”

“What?” Her eyes bulge, “Underwear and clothes are bad?”

“Only what I’ve heard.”

“I ... would like to know more.”

“You had a computer at home?”

“No. My nanny looked up things for me and made copies of it from the city. Mom would not let me have a computer or a television. Only books.”

“Only for business. Don’t let daddy ever catch you using it, or he’ll spank you red.”

“I do not know how; you could make copies for me. He would do this?”

“We all learned our lessons the hard way growing up.” He touches his cock then gnashes his teeth, “Still hurts to high heaven.”

Unbeknownst to Maria she and Wiley were being observed by Matthew in his father’s office. Hearing his brother mention underwear and clothing causing White Devil he had to roll his eyes. Coyote’s ethics were ate up, but everything he was telling Maria was too perfect. Chuckling he set about making a fake medical report to share with Maria later. This game was just too much fun. Laughing about it he sent a text to his other brothers telling them to stop wearing underwear. Their reaction was priceless. Easy enough they concurred.

Back in the family room Wiley stroked his cock and applied lube to it, making it shiny, his eager thrusts making the lube squishy in sound. She was mesmerized by its reaction to his grip. Blushing she ate another berry almost seductively, her thoughts on her assistance coping with her nerves. “You sure you’re okay Maria? I don’t want you doing anything you don’t want to do.”

“I will watch for now.”

“Fair enough. The lube helps ease the soreness. If you’re too shy to help out I totally understand.”

“I will work on my shyness. I told mother that I would be a new person when she returned.”

“We’re all happy to help you Baby Sister.”

“I like being called that.”

“True ain’t it?”

“Yes. We are now related. I am much younger than all of you. So, I am the baby.”

“Exactly! It’s our job to guide you along. Maybe not so much like what I’m doing right now. I don’t want you to think we’re all as open as I am.”