Episode 6: Heavens to Betsy

“Time to wake up and smell like roses. In other words RISE AND SHINE!”

“Noooooooooo!”

“I said rise and shine, not rise and whine.”

Tyson Barnett waltzed right into Maria Blanco’s bedroom and pulled the drapes to her balcony doors letting the sunlight in. Waking up with a forced yawn Sleeping Booty found her Princess self-blinded instantly. Once the curtains were ripped open the bald brother of the bunch pulled the doors wide letting in a warm breeze. Dressed in blue jeans and a stylish button-down red shirt of all colors, Tyson walked to the side of her bed and launched himself onto the mattress to lay next to her. Her comforter long discarded in the Texas heat, air on or not, she was covered only by her thin bed sheet, nude beneath it having sworn off clothing. Her nipples stabbed through the gossamer like sheets as if nothing to hide, strange sheets being transparent but oh, so very soft. The Barnett’s had thought of everything.

“It is too early. Let me sleep. Harriet kept me awake all night.” She pouted.

“Ole’ girl still prowling’ your palace?” He looked around her room.

“Yes. My television came on by itself last night. It was only fuzzy. I finally figured out the remote and shut it off but...” Maria Blanco sat up quickly with a glint of fear in her eyes, her sheet slipping from her upper body to her lap.

“But what?” Tyson cocked an eyebrow, more at her stiff rigid nubs begging him to warm them up with his breath. Tempted but resistant under his brother Matty’s rules. This new fabricated ghost story was worth a straight face to keep the Colombian cutie pie from learning she was being hoodwinked. As if she knew what that word even was.

“She spoke to me.”

“What did Aunt Harriet say?” He rolled his eyes as if doubting her.

“It sounded like she said fuck them. Over and over until I shut her off. What does she mean?”

“It’s all about humping. Don’t you worry your pretty lil’ noggin. Harriet back in the day was...” He gnashed his teeth, “ ... well, promiscuous, that means easy. She liked sex a lot I hear. Don’t let her get to you. It’s probably just this old manor creaking in the wind, settling so to speak. Of course, Harriet settled for nothing’ but the best in men I hear. Pappy says she used to be a nurse back in the day, loved helping guys out in their times of need. That was right on the cusp of the White Devil outbreak.”

“She helped get the white stuff out of men?”

“Oh, yeah. Nonstop! My grampa used to tell me she would chase a guy down and jump his bones just to help him out.” Eyeballs suddenly go big as he eases back a bit from her, “Maybe, she’s possessing you.” He acts all eerie with ghostlike wails and fluttering fingers. She swiftly pulls her sheet higher to mask her fright. Nice negligee, nothing to hide behind that sheer terror, er, curtain.

“Do not do that Tyson. I don’t want to be possessed.” Catholic from home only back in Cartagena she used her right hand to make a cross over her chest for protection. Sadly, it wasn’t even the proper way to do it, forehead, nipple, nipple, mouth. Kid was hardly a sain’t he told himself trying not to laugh. “She might make me do things.”

“Might just help you become a woman if she did.”

Eyes unable to blink she processes his words, realizing that was indeed a part of her journey here, a promise made to her mother. “I do want to become a woman.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” She becomes overly excitable hopping up onto her knees to face him, her sheet slipping away to reveal her gorgeous 34B’s. Bulging her eyes as he licks his lips, his gaze lowered to her perky titties, she defines her posture as if some unknown source told her to. His opinion meant everything to her dimwitted soul. “A woman is to be desired. Even mother has told me this.” She told herself, Tyson fighting hard to not jump at her, eyes rolling white with refrain yet his hands rising as if to reach out to her, Zombie in the house effect. “My new brother must be ... oh, no! Maybe it is he, that is possessed.”

“Baby Sister!!!” His voice grows cold and menacing like something beyond the grave, “Titties yummy! Must devour titties!”

“They are?” Growing spooked she none the less lowers her chin to look at her nipples. “Even these?”

“Especially Nip Nips!” Gravelly voice, he eases to his knees on her mattress as if prepared to stalk her. Concern on her face she moves to her knees in case she needed to run. “ONLY WOMAN! NO GIRL! WHERE IS HARRIET? MUST HAVE HARRIET!” Just that fast Tyson finished his ghoulish act and played it off as if lightheaded and uncertain as to why he was on his knees facing her.

“You do not want these! I am still a girl.” Her only defense she thought.

“Naaa! You’re a young adult.” He swallows dryly and returns to his seated position, “What was I saying? Lost my train of thought there for a minute. That seems to be happening a lot here lately. Ever catch me sleepwalking just let me go, I do that too. Last time Owen found me at the foot of his bed with my backside facing his way. Matter of fact, your room here I’ve woke up in a few times and not know how I got here. Humping your mattress there even. Weird! I really should see a sleep disorder doctor.” He shrugs off his feigned shivers rubbing his forearms as if chilled. “Anyways, you’re a baby still Maria. Womanhood starts begging to be noticed at your age.”

“I am only sixteen.”

“Still! Barely that! To me you’re still a wee one. Tiny little critter and so petite you could pass for fourteen.”

“You are mean.” She pelts him with a fist then feels badly for striking him. “I think you were possessed instead of me.”

“I don’t believe in possession, I only teased you about it earlier for giggles. As to womanhood, just calling it how I see it. If you want to change my mind, then you’re going to have to prove to me that you want to be a woman.”

“How? Wiley says I am good with my hands.”

“I wouldn’t know.”

“I can show you.”

“Maybe later. Today’s the day we’re taking you horseback riding. Daddy told us to take you out for some fresh air. You’re a Barnett now, even without the name and Barnett’s are horse lovers. So go clean up and meet me downstairs. I gave Highbone the day off, so I’ll make you breakfast.”

“Vegan pancakes?”

“Ummm! Sure.” As if he knew how. “I’ll whip some right up. Strawberry? Blueberries?”

“No strawberries. I ate too many with Wiley and Oscar before they left. Bananas?”

“How’s about we just take a bunch of bananas on our ride? I’ll be honest I don’t know how to make anything vegan.”

“Okay! I adore big bananas. I’ll go shower. Wait! Am I getting dressed?”

“Why? We own everything for thirty miles around. Of course, the stable boys might see you and whistle. I hadn’t considered that.”

“Boys?”

“Well, men.”

“Will they try and touch me?”

“Probably so. Boys will be boys.”

“You will protect me?”

“Probably not.” He chuckles, “Relax, I’m messing with ya. I bought you a cowboy hat and some boots. You can’t go walking barefoot in the desert, scorpions and all. The hat because it’ll make you look cute. Want some sunglasses?”

“I have my giraffe sunglasses from when I was much younger. I love giraffes as you can tell.” She points at her long necked stuffed animal to her left, her cozy bedmate at the time. “Will the horses like me? I’ve never been on a horse before.”

“Course they will. We can feed Betsy a carrot, she’ll love you forever.”

“I get a girl horse?”

“She’s got the best personality. Some of the other horses might get cranky.”

“I don’t like cranky.”

“Neither do we. Word of advice?” She nods intent on his every word, “Don’t ever get grumpy with a guy. Never ever talk back. Always be sweet as you can be and if he asks...” He alters his word, “ ... tells you to do something, no matter what that might be, you just do it. That keeps you out of trouble.”

“I won’t speak out of turn on purpose.”

“Good. Y’know what? We have a little time before the horses are ready. How about I show you a few tricks?”

“Magic tricks?”

“Uhh?” He repositions on the bed, “Maybe! Here, lay down beside me and stretch out on your back.” She complies and snuggles close to Tyson presuming that she should. Her fear of his possession fleeting just that fast. “Good girl, now I’m going to get you started, but I expect you to take over for me.” He places his fingers on his tongue to moisten them then reaches down to rub her clit. Her innocent eyes studied his face before darting back and forth between him and her pussy. Trembling at his touch, her sensitivity level charted. A faint whimper followed by a pant she mumbles her thoughts aloud.

“That feels good Tyson.”

“It feels even better when you do it yourself.”

“It does?”

“Lick your fingertips then put them right where my fingers are.” Without arguing she does it and joins his fingers. Lifting his hand away he watches her massage her clit, eyes sparkling at how good her own touch was. She had often touched herself but mostly in bathing but at sixteen make no mistake she already knew her touch if not calling it as it was. Often stopping her gentle massage thinking it wrong. With Tyson here basically letting her know it was not wrong she considered it a part of becoming a woman. Well, duh!

“It does feel good when I do it. Why am I doing it Tyson?”

“Because sometimes a man just likes to watch the woman, please herself.”

“You like watching me touch myself?”

“Any brother would. Definitely!”

“Can I watch you?” There it was! After helping Wiley, then her massage by Owen and the other brothers, all rubbing up on her making her feel good without hurting her this was nothing. She wanted nothing to be something.

“Right now?” He puffed his lower lip then stroked his goatee. “I guess I could. If it makes you happy.” She nods feverishly with a glimmer of lust. No belt on, using both hands he unzips his jeans before lifting his ass up to tug them down to his upper thighs. Seeing his nine-inch cock pop free and spring to life Maria brightens up and snuggles even closer beneath his armpit. Now that his hand surrounded her shoulder again, he applied friction to her bicep. “You like cuddling, don’t you?”

“You are really warm. My Nip Nips are cold.” Term borrowed from Zombie Tyson.

“Okay, you rub yourself right there. I’ll rub my cock until it’s nice and hard.”

“Does he hurt?”

“A little but you do realize I’m riling the temper of the beast inside. Sooner or later White Devil is going to fight back and make me growl in pain.”

“I will help you fight him.”

“Counting on that. I hear you’re a pretty good Doctor. Maybe you and Aunt Harriet being a nurse y’all might make a pretty good team.”

“I just like being helpful. It makes me feel special. May we not talk of ghosts?” She looks around the room, “No disrespect Aunt Harriet.”

“You and ghosts, I swear. I was only joshing you about Aunt Harriet Maria! That old bird has long flown the coop. Your TV turning on at night happens. I watch a lot of YouTube on my TV and I’ve gotten complaints from my brothers about it connecting to their TV. They find it on in the mornin’ too. Probably, what happened on your television over there.” Good thing cable was not connected to hers to view the outside world. Pure white noise unless altered. “You are very special, with or without your help. Come on let’s masturbate together.”

“What is masturbate?”

“It’s when you master the human body, what makes it feel good.”

“I want to be good at it. To be a woman I must.”

“All women master the technique. You’re doing good for a beginner.” He observes her fingers moving faster. “Okay, let’s add something here. Use these two fingers to rub like you’re doing now, and place your other hands fingers up inside your pussy. Like this.” He uses her fingers and places them inside her as far as her virginity allowed. “Good! Now do both until you have a nice orgasm.”

“Orgasm? Like when Owen licked me down there?”

“Yep! This is you though, not Owen. You must get in tune with your own body.”

“I like this. Are you going to rub him?”

“I am.” He turns his attention to jerking off as she explores his reaction to himself, at a sigh Maria lays her cheek on his chest, her warm exhale pelting his chest hair.

“Tyson?”

“Yeah?”

“Why do all of my brothers have big ones?”

“Big dicks?” He points at his monster, “It’s just how we were born. Girls love big cocks.”

“I know I do.”

“You ever see a cock before Wiley?”

“No. Mommy never let men around me. We didn’t have a television even. No computers. Only Mommy had a phone for work.” She knew of it but was not allowed near it, locked away when unused.

“So, our dicks are the only sizes you know?”

“Uh huh! You’re bigger than Wiley.”

“Keep rubbing. Are you feeling good?”

“Yes. It tickles but makes me feel really, really good.”

“Don’t stop then. Here soon it’s going to feel even better.”

“Will you lick me like Owen did?”

“If you finish yourself, I’ll lick it for ten minutes. Deal?”

“Deal! If you need help, I can lick you too.”

“I might just let you.”

“I hope so. Tyson? Your dick is getting really purple. Is that a bad thing?”

“Dang it! You’re right! White Devil is cutting off my blood flow. I really need to get it out before it’s too late. Don’t worry about me, you just keep rubbing that clit and dipping those fingers.” She worries regardless for his health but obeys. Watching him made her want to rub herself harder. The more sensitive she became the more she squirmed beneath his arm. Whimpering he knew she was getting close; she just didn’t understand it all. Gripping his cock Tyson Barnett increased his friction, wishing he had lube. Spitting on his hand he dampened his cock for a better feel. Seeing this Maria did the same, leaving her clit to spit on her fingers then reapply them. He had to snicker. So did she. “That’s called a Spit Shake! In my case a Spit Snake.”

“Sit snake?” She enquires, not hearing him clearly.

“That too!” He hissed throttling his serpent, “I can feel the White Devil ready to shoot.” He groaned tilting his head back.

“I don’t know what I’m feeling, but it feels good.”

“Keep it up, don’t stop. Just don’t dig your fingers too deep you might start bleeding.”

“I won’t. Wait! Bleed?” She drooped her jaw and eased her fingers to just circle the interior of her vulva. Satisfactory for now!

Gritting his teeth, he shifted to his left hip then tilted his dick toward her just as he exploded. Silky white missiles launched out over her belly and peppered her abdomen. Hearing each guttural grunt made her shake like a leaf. Was he possessed again? His eyes did roll back. Gaze returning to normal he tapped his crown on her belly to leave final puddles. Now that he had saved himself, he held her tighter and kissed her forehead. “Didn’t mean to spook you Maria, about the blood. You a virgin, if you dig too deep you might puncture your hymen. That’s good if you are ready for true womanhood but don’t do it. Let a man do that to you and share in the experience. Might get messy and ruin your bedding here if you do it yourself. A little painful I hear too.”