Episode 4: Touchy Feely

Day three...

Maria Blanco awoke to the sounds of rifle shots in the distance. Spooked for a brief moment she concluded that it was Jacob Barnett out hunting. Easing from beneath her warm blankets she stood up and realized that she was still nude from her bath the night before. Swearing off underwear she fidgeted over what exactly to wear. Outside of her normal dresses she had nothing. Her mother had kept her distinctly feminine, denying her any pants, nor even shorts. Dresses were all that she had ever known. Strangely most of them were tight fitting, worried over what Matthew and Wiley had told her about snug clothing she pouts. “I have nothing to wear.”

Examining her closet more closely she discovers a dress that she had forgotten. While beautiful its material just felt too free on her. Silk was just too soft and relaxing, almost as if wearing nothing at all. Trying it on she turned from side to side in her closet mirror, checking out just how loosely it lay upon her flesh. “It does feel comfy. My nipples can easily be seen though. I cannot hide them.” Indeed, they were lively beneath the thin pink fabric. Convinced that this dress was her best choice she set about brushing her hair, then her teeth. One last visual in her mirror she whimpered. “I hope my new brothers approve of my choice. They must take me shopping for more dresses such as this.” Sulking a moment longer she leaves her room and heads downstairs barefoot. She truly hated wearing shoes in the house. Again, blame her mother for her bad habits.

Bubbly, she takes each step down with a childlike skip, looking around for privacy she went so far as to climb up and straddle the banister rail riding it down to ground level. The rail rubbing across her clit gave her a wicked sensation that she was unaware of. Chills attack her persona as she crawls from the rail to stand holding her chest, yet eying her lower body in wonderment. “That was most curious.” She smiled, “I will have to try that again.” Three more times amused her, racing back up to the top and making the ride again and again. Each time the sensitivity made her eyes flare wide. “This is fun.” On her fourth ride down, she hears a throat being cleared behind her. Careless in her enjoyment she froze mid stride, her bare ass peeking out under her short skirt, in her lurch to hug the rail forward her butt pucker was very visible. Certainly not very lady like. Even the rail was damp.

“Having a good time?”

“Good morning, Owen.” She blushed, “I have always wanted to ride down a rail.”

“I see you took the advisement of Wiley and Matthew, no panties.”

“You are too nosey.” Hopping down she giggled trying to hide behind her skirt, tugging it down as she faced him.

“Kinda hard to miss Maria. Don’t blame me for your actions.”

“You are right. I was very careless.”

“I’m not scolding you. This is your home now. Besides, I think all of us have ridden that banister at some point. You just keep doing what makes you happy.”

“I will. It was delightful.” He could only imagine her thrill. Easy enough.

“You hungry? I can have Highbone whip you up some vegan eggs. Maybe even some strawberry pancakes.”

“I have had enough strawberries.” She grins sheepishly, “What day is this?”

“Tuesday.”

“This is the day mother, and I are massaged by my nanny. I miss Conchita.”

“My offer is still open if you want that massage.”

Considering it she reflects back to Wiley pawing her up a bit. While it felt nice, the touch of a man was still unnerving. Not horrible, just new to her. Changing the subject for a moment she redirects his eyes to her dress. “I do not have any loose dresses. I need to go shopping.”

“Wiley mentioned that. Tyson volunteered to take you out.”

“Out? I do not have to have my dresses delivered?” She brightens up. “Mother knew my size and always had Conchita order my outfits.”

“We can do both. I say get out into the world a little while you can. If you’re worried your mom might object, we just won’t tell her about it.”

“She only told me to go shopping. I presumed it to be one of you to order them for me.”

“Well, we can only do so much there. Daddy prohibits using the internet outside of business.” That was of course bullshit, “I guess buying you dresses is business if we’re purchasing. Go over to my daddy’s office and tell Matty to look up some wardrobe choices for you. We can order you a couple dozen dresses, and Tyson can still take you out for more.”

“Two dozen dresses?” She grew excitable, hopping in step, her breasts dancing about under her loose cleavage. “You make me very happy Brother.”

“Glad I could put a smile on your face. Only thing better is if you put a smile on mine.” He winks, his flirtations going over her head. She merely shrugged off her lack of communication skills. Owen envisioned her sitting on his face quite vividly.

“You are already smiling. I have succeeded.” She giggles swaying with her wrists held behind her back. “Owen?” God! That baby like tone was as silky as her dress.

“Yeah?”

“After I shop ... I will let you massage me.” She fidgets in step adding, “Do not tickle me.”

“I can’t promise that I don’t know your ticklish spots.”

“Everywhere.” She whispers shyly.

“Meet me in an hour at the gym. You can find it, right? Big house and all.”

“Yes. I will be there.”

“Me too. I’m going to go workout, so I’ll be there until you arrive.”

“I go to find Matthew.” She bounces from the bottom stair step and wiggles away. Owen Barnett found his sweats riding tall. He knew she had seen his erection brewing. She had just chosen not to acknowledge it. Probably due to Wiley fucking with her mind to get a hand job. He would playthings cool for now and see where her head was during the massage. Groaning at his erection he told himself to save it for later. Maybe he could coax her into healing his own painful member. White Devil workout after another.

Locating Oscar’s office Maria found Matthew on his Bluetooth discussing a case with his FBI consultants. Boots propped up on the desk she notes the silver-plated tips of the toes to be curious if not gaudy. So shiny! Spotting her hugging the doorway with a bashful expression he pauses her with a finger to tell her to wait as he finishes up his call. Motioning her in he drops his boots to the floor and pats the desk for her to take a seat. With leather chairs present she wondered why he wanted her on the desk. Shrugging she just walked to his side of the desk and hopped up to face him. His eyes instantly wound up examining her soft legs. Her hand holding her skirt between her thighs prevented him getting a look at her best features. She couldn’t stop trembling. Matthew of all the brothers made her uneasy, possibly because he seemed strict and not as friendly as the others were.

Finishing his call, he removed his Bluetooth and set it aside on the desk. Standing up to stretch vividly before her eyes he made an unexpected move. Leaning into her with one hand on the desk to each side of her hips, he inhaled her hair. She froze at his nearness but did not try and retreat, merely flaring her eyes shyly at his boldness.

“Someone smells nice. Mango bath beads?” Not strawberry this time. Interesting!

“Yes. I love the scent.” She trembles as his cheek brushes against hers, his nose trailing her soft shoulder a breath away from contact.

“So, do I. Are you anything like your mother?” He knew she wanted to be; he could tell.

“How do you mean?”

“Esperanza loves it when daddy nuzzles her neck to smell perfume. I don’t know what your mother has told you but it’s a woman’s job to smell that good and an honor to have a man breath you in.”

“She has never told me that. I know very little about what men are like. She has always kept me away from them.”

“I can see why. You’re too beautiful to be put out into the world without learning what it’s all about. You don’t need to be frightened by what I just did. That’s the one thing you should work on around men. If you notice your mom does her best to get men to admire her, not just for her own beauty but for the sake of a man’s ego.”

“I do not understand this that you say.”

“You’re a grown woman Maria, well, close that is. It’s time that you act like one. What I just did in smelling you? You should want men to capture that scent so that you’re always on their mind. It’s a woman’s job to keep a man’s attention.”

“It is?”

“One thing at a time.” He winks at her then leans in a second time to trail his nostrils from her shoulder to her earlobe. She giggled at his warm exhales but found herself edgy all the same. “Did you sense a man’s adoration in what I just did?”

“Your admiration? I don’t know. It tickled.” Closing her eyelids at his continued attention she sighs, “Yes. I believe you must adore me.”

“There’s so much your mother hasn’t spoken of, isn’t there? You’re curious about everything I know that. It’s my job to know a person. You want to know everything about a man. That whole thing with Wiley got you really thinking. Am I wrong?”

“No. I am glad I could help ease his pain.”

“You liked touching Wiley’s dick, didn’t you?”

“It was fun. It is called a dick?” She puzzled over the term, not once in her life had her mother talked of male anatomy in front of her.

“Yep. Thanks for helping Wiley out by the way. He’s in pain a lot.” Matthew smirked. “Hell, we all have pains.”

“He did say that. Do you hurt Matthew?”

“Now and again. Not as bad as Wiley does.”

“I will help you if you are ever in pain. Just ask.” She wanted him to like her.

“I’ll keep that in mind. I notice you took our advice and stayed away from underwear.”

“Yes. I do not want to ever get sick. No more underwear ever.” She lifts her chin with pride. Eyes like diamonds she could not even blink as they swapped gazes. Little Miss Maria had his cock lifting like a bull in its stall.

“Good for you. Even this dress is almost too tight.” Only in its clingy state being silk, but if he said so it must be.

“It is all that I have. Owen told me you would help me shop for dresses on that.” She pointed at his computer, “Can we?”

“Daddy is not here, so sure. This kind of thing is necessary. On one condition though.” He winces playfully.

“What condition?”

“That you get used to men inhaling you like I did and enjoy it.”

“It tickles, but I will try.”

Moving away from her he takes his seat and pats his lap, “Take a seat Beautiful.”

“In your lap?”

“Best seat in the room. Right in front of the computer.”

“Okay.” She climbs from the desk and sits down in his lap carefully finding it impossible to conceal her entire bottom with her skirt as short as it was, finally, Matthew took it upon himself to just tug the skirt up so that her entire butt rested proudly on his lap. She shivered at the contact of her thighs on his, noting it to be as she had sat over Wiley yesterday. She failed to realize he was looking down behind her at her crack laying directly aligned with his boastful erection. A silent whistle made his day.

Reaching around her he clicks a mouse and goes into Google Search for dresses. She watches him open sites even as he planted his chin on her shoulder. Trembling heavily, she feels her nipples rise up, uncertain exactly why under the stress, yet it did arouse her curiosity. “I like that dress.” She points out a bright red dress with a very short skirt and a V-neck between the model’s cleavage.

“That one is cute. Seeing as I know your sizes, it’s my job after all.” He chuckles, “I’ll order it. How about the black one just like it?”

“Yes please.”

“You know, I’ll be honest here, even this looks too tight. The silk you’re wearing now is perfect, but maybe it needs to breath more. I say camisole style dresses like this.” He pinches her thin strap on her right shoulder and drags it to her bicep. She ponders as to why he did it but says nothing, innocent eyes trying to adapt. “Straps are the worst. I know they can’t be helped but these shoulders of yours are just too delicious to hide.”

“I like shoulder less dresses.”

Nodding his approval his left hand delicately drags the second strap from her other shoulder. Feeling it slip away she shivered and looked him straight in the eye. With nothing holding her dress up the silk slipped low over her chest, and she caught it just before her tits fell out. Planting his hands on both of her shoulders to lightly squeeze them he directs her to a page he had opened, “I love the rainbow camisole.”

“As do I. May I buy it?”

“Click on it.” She smiled at being allowed to assume control over the mouse, perhaps only to free up his hands. One of her palms still on her cleavage to keep the dress from falling completely she sat there blushing. Matthew took it upon himself to inhale her neckline again, her head tilting to embrace his exhales. “See? It feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“It still tickles.” She giggles, “But yes.”

“I’m going to challenge you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I want you to get all of my brothers to inhale you like I’m doing. You should get used to a man paying attention to detail.”

“They would want to do as you do?”

“Only one way to find out. You like the leopard camisole?”

“Yes. I will click on it.”

“That’s my girl. Little sister should be spoiled.”

“I like being spoiled.”

“You spoil us, we’ll spoil you. Only fair, right?”

“Yes. How would I spoil you?”

“In my case I want to teach you how to be a real woman. Show you what a man thinks you should be.”

“What do you think I should be?” She grew nervously intrigued, uncertain what to expect from Matthew, she was still wary of him even though he was being nice to her compared to the last few times. “I ... mother never really told me what to be like around men. All that she really ever spoke of was to respect them.”

“Respect is absolute. Disrespect is only going to make problems for you. Trust me on that. If a man tells you to do something, it should be done without any argument, or hesitation.”

“Even if I don’t want to do it?”

“We all do things we don’t want to do Maria. A man is the leader in relationships. Do you honestly believe your mother would tell my daddy no to anything?”

“I know she wouldn’t. She likes money.” She snorts then blushes, “Sorry.”

“You spoke the truth. I knew that the second I saw her.”

“You know a lot about people.”

“99.9 percent accuracy rate. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be a Profiler. I can literally tell you everything about you, even if you haven’t discovered it about yourself as of yet.”

“Really? Tell me something about myself.” She turns slightly in his lap but notices his erection beneath her and fears moving in case she might hurt him. With Wiley clouding her thoughts on a man’s painful erections she dreaded hurting Matthew.

“You like helping people.”

“I do. I like making people happy.”

“You made my brother very happy; I know that.”

“It felt wrong, but I know he wasn’t trying to hurt me.”

“Of course, he wasn’t. It wasn’t wrong what you did to him Maria. Helping someone is never a bad thing. Just like my helping you shop for dresses. I would do anything for you Maria. You may not be blood relations, but your mother married our daddy, so now you are family. Family always helps family.” She smiles brightly and nods without a word, he found her gaze unavoidable. “I have a question for you.”

“Okay.”

“Do you believe your mother would have left you alone with only men if we were so bad?”

“No. She must trust you, so I will trust you.”

“Thank you for seeing that. Esperanza might not have mentioned this to you, because you were drunk the other night. When she and daddy discussed leaving you with us it was under certain conditions.”

“Conditions?” She innocently awaited his continuation.

“Yes, conditions. Our Pappy made it clear that you were not to be treated like a child any longer. Esperanza is coping with the fact that you’re not a baby these days. She knows you need to grow up but, worries that when you go off into the world in a year or so that men will hurt you. She asked us not to tell you this, but it’s not fair to lie to you about it ... not really lie, more deceive you ... hide it from you ... but she wants the five of us to coach you on how to be a woman in every way.”

“Every way?” She bulges her eyes then swallows dryly, “I did promise her I would be a changed woman when she got back from Fiji.”

“Perfect. So, you’re ready to learn. Be a sponge.”

“I like learning new things.”

“That’s a great quality to have Maria.” He averts his gaze, “Oh, now I love this dress, the variant shades of blue and black.”

“It has straps. Very long straps. My boobies might fall out.”

“Cleavage is extra low, isn’t it? At least it’s not constrictive. The more freedom you feel the better. I say order one of every color in that dress.”

“The back goes down to my...” She leers over her shoulder down toward her butt shyly, just as Matthew places both of his hands on her legs and gently rubs them from knee to upper thigh. His hands were massive and felt warm to the touch.

“Yeah, the back does go down to your cute little crack.”

“My ... crack is cute?” She flared her eyes with a bit of embarrassment.

“Do you want me to lie or always be honest?”

“Honest.”

“Every inch of you is beautiful Maria. Hiding beauty from a man is a big no no. My advice? Do your best not to hide what you possess. These new dresses are a good start. Learn that the human body should want to be enjoyed. You’re trembling.” He noticed and paused his hands from rubbing her legs. “While I know the answer already, I’m going to ask you this ... does my touch bother you?”

“I am not used to being touched so much. Mother and Nanny Conchita would cuddle with me but that is different.”

“Of course. A mother’s touch is natural. A man’s touch is foreign. I’ll ask again does my touch bother you?”

“It feels nice. I will get used to it. I must if I am to be a changed woman before mother returns.”

“That’s the spirit Maria. I’m not going to touch any more. All I wanted was for you to realize that a man’s touch is not so bad.” He lifts his hands away from her legs, the abandonment forcing her eyes to search for them. “What’s wrong?”

“I miss them.” She smiles delicately.

“See? I knew you liked my touch. I just wanted you to admit it for yourself.”

“You may rub my legs some more.”

“I’ll let my brother Owen do that. Massage, right?”

“Yes. I nearly forgot. Has it been an hour since I got here?”

“Not quite. He can wait a while. Here I’ll text him that you will leave here in ten minutes.” She observes him use his cell with rapid fingers. Lying back against his chest to allow him room she watches him text Owen. His chin caressing her long raven locks made Maria nibble her lower lip. “Damn! You smell so good it’s unreal.”

“I am happy that you approve.” She releases her hand over her held up cleavage, the dress barely holding up to the curvature of her tits, sixty percent of her breasts were in full view. He had to pause mid-sentence to look down at her curvature.

“Trying to distract me?” He chuckled taking time to move his left hand in to tickle her ribs. Using his cell to keep her eyes entranced during his unexpected move she wiggled in his lap, almost gyrating without even understanding the actions behind it. Her pussy was riding his tent’s length taking her by surprise, the sensation similar to the rubbing like that upon her banister ride. Reacting further to his tickling, her dress exposed her left tit completely. Matthew seeing her perky nipple found his erection growing tighter beneath her. She too sensed it. Stopping his assault upon her ribs he used his free hand to hug her closer to him. Kissing her cheek, he sighed. “I’m going to like having you here with us Beautiful.”

“I will like living here. At first, I was uncertain. Mostly because of...”

“Men! I get it. We’re not so bad now, are we?”

“No. My booby fell out.” She shyly pulls her dress up only to have Matthew scowl. Seeing his reaction, she whimpered faintly and let go of her dress so that it revealed her tit again. “You are disappointed in me.”

“Not really disappointed Maria. You learned from your mistake just now. Didn’t you?”

“I think so.”

“Explain yourself.” He finished his text to Owen as she panted slightly at his hand back upon her leg.

“A woman should respect a man’s admiration of her beauty.” She tried to describe herself, using his own words as inspiration. “Hiding is bad.”

“Very good. Never hide beauty.”

“I was going to say that too.”

“You know ... you really have sexy nipples.” He gently touches an index finger lightly lifting her exposed nipple. Her mind raced instantly, and she tilted her gaze to explore his expression even as he touched her.

“Sexy? What is sexy?”

“Your mother really did a number on you, didn’t she?”

“Why would she write a number on me? I know what beautiful means. Is sexy the same thing?”

“Close enough. Sexy goes to a more intimate level. Beauty is the allure a woman has in getting a man to look at her. Sexy is an allure that makes a man want her.”

“Do you want me?”

“You’re my baby sister. I’m here to teach you, we all are. Wanting you shouldn’t be in our teaching. Not yet!”

“Yet you think my booby is sexy.”

“Very much so. Let’s cover this up for now.” He lifts her dress over her breast making her confused.

“Let’s shop.” He winked and hugged her tightly. Once released she leaned forward on her forearms upon the desk and used the mouse to click on every dress she found to her liking. Her forward state led Matthew to sit back in his leather seat and enjoy her heart shaped ass, his tented erection right between that succulent crack. Gritting his teeth, he knew one thing, he wanted to fuck this little bitch bad. Now was not the time. “Stay on course.” He told himself. “Trust is everything.” Another five minutes passes by as he lets her keep scrolling then he gently bunches her hair up in both of his hands pulling her upright by his gathered tail.

“I’ll finish the order. I’ll buy a couple that I like too. You go get your massage.”

“Okay.” She enjoys him petting her hair. “Matthew?”

“Yes?”

“Thank you for being nice to me.”

He was taken back by her sudden admission; he knew his personality came off tough and unrelenting some days. “Once I know you better, I’ll soften up. We’ve been raised to be tough is all. If you need anything just come find me. I don’t care where I am.”

“I will.” She sits up as he scoots his chair back then stands, turning to face Matthew between his legs. Looking down at his erection she pouts. “He must hurt very badly.”

“Sitting on him kept the pain in. There are ways to help further but we’re not going to discuss that now. Another time, okay?”

“I want to learn everything I can.” She nodded dramatically then pointed at his dick, “You be nice to Matthew, or I will spank you really, really hard.” A fast peck on the cheek Maria Blanco turned away skipping off. Her bare bottom popping in and out of view under a less than cooperative silk dress, held up by only a single strap in her retreat.

“She actually spoke to my dick. Her naivety is over the top. Fuck I’ve got to take care of this.” He stands quickly and unbuckles his pants and zips down until he could let his monster free. For the next five minutes Matthew Barnett hammered his cock until he nutted all over his father’s desk. It was a good thing he had wet wipes handy.

Passing by the staircase Maria paused to consider another cruise down the railing, recalling how wonderful the friction felt between her thighs. Sitting with Matthew and learning new things about herself she was feeling different. She enjoyed his touch more than she predicted. Now, the idea of Owen massaging her only capped off her instinct. She wanted to be touched. Matthew was so very right.

Ignoring the banister she continued her shuffle through the mansion, finding their butler Highbone polishing a vase in a library. Sneaking up behind the old man she caught him off guard by hugging his waist from behind. Shocked he dropped his polishing cloth, thankfully not the vase itself.

“Oh! Good morning, Young Miss. Did you sleep well?”

“Yes. I changed my mind. I will like it here.”

“That is good news. Would you like some breakfast?”

“After my massage.”

“Massage you say? I was not informed of any arrivals.”

“Owen volunteered to give me one. I am not used to a man massaging me.”

“I see. Master Owen is a good man. I am certain he will take great pride in you, Young Miss.”

“I hope so. Did you know a beautiful woman must make a man notice her?”

He poses an eyebrow at her strange choice in words, “That has always been the way of the world. Yes, a woman’s beauty cannot be overlooked.”

“I am learning a lot from my new Brothers.”

“Of course, you are.” He winced briefly, troubled a bit by her giddy reaction. Shrugging it off he returns to his polishing. “There are fresh bananas on the kitchen island to tide you over.”

“I love bananas. Thank you for being my friend.” Another swift hug Maria continued to the indoor gymnasium. Nigel Highbone fidgeted at her exuberance, he was not accustomed to physical contact, having raised only boys in his tenure, their mother’s never around long. Even he would adjust.

Reaching the gym, she didn’t find Owen working out as she expected, exploring she had to touch everything in sight, a basketball on the floor she attempts to shoot a basket but falls halfway short of even touching the net. Pouting at her zero athletic prowess she heard water running and shuffled to find the source. Entering a side room she heard humming, immediately she knew it was Owen. Turning a corner, she found her man. All 6’3, 280 pounds of muscle. His back turned to her as he showered, she hid shyly behind the doors threshold and just admired his statuesque form. This was the second brother she had seen nude in two days, first Wiley, now Owen. What shocked her was the fact that she could see his dick dangling down between his stance, his legs far enough apart to share in its glory. Mesmerized by seeing him like this she couldn’t even blink. She decided to stay quiet and watch him.

Three long minutes before Owen Barnett turned his back to the hot water while soaping up his body. Now facing Maria, she could see his really long dick. Dropping her jaw, she eases further behind the doorway to hide. She was not certain if he would be cross with her for spying on him. Soaping up his genitals took both hands, lifting and stroking it softly, bending slightly at the knee to taunt his huge scrotum. She began shaking like a leaf but just could not turn away. Owen was not hard even, therefore he must not be in pain. Unknown to Maria, he took care of his earlier stimulation while she was with Matthew. He wanted to wait but found it impossible, thus the need for a shower to clean up his mess.

Knowing she would be arriving at any time Owen hoped she would walk in and catch him, that way he could see her reaction. Casually, monitoring the doorway he feigned ignorance, knowing she was watching. For another three minutes she let her view his cock resuming its lift until it was a full-on erection. Her eyes glued to its rise to power she bit a fingernail, her inner thighs growing unexplainably wet. Finally, he chose to let her in on knowing she was close.

“You can stop hiding I know you’re there.” He turned halfway to shower off his soapy form. She didn’t immediately reveal herself still trembling at taking him all in.

“I will wait outside.” She finally found the courage.

“Why? You’ve already seen everything. Go grab my towel over there.” He points to a hook on the wall next to the door. Easing in shyly she plucks the towel from the hook and watches him finish his shower, his hands stroking his thick girth from balls to purple crown as if making certain he cleaned up good. Shutting the water off he shakes his body of droplets like a dog chuckling. “Man! That hot water felt awesome after a workout.” In his shaking his cock flopped about for her amusement. “Bring me the towel.”

Shuffling toward him she hid her eyes with her hand until he took the towel from him. Before she could step back Owen grabbed her wrist and lowered her hand. His towel over his shoulder his free hand now lifted her chin up to meet eyes. She almost wheezed within his grasp. “I’m not mad at you for spying on me. You’ve seen my brother so I’m nothing new.”