True Brit
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Episode 18: Barn Door
Erotica Sex Story: Episode 18: Barn Door - Britney Foxx loved the Art of the Bet. More often than not those bets were lost, and she paid for it with dares that almost always ended up in her being naked and sexually challenged. One day a bet went too far, and she was locked into a long-term predicament. Sure, she could renege but where was the fun in that? Losing always turned her on. BET ON THAT! ANTE UP YOU FUCKS!
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Blackmail Coercion Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Brother Sister Father Daughter Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
Keith Foxx carefully drove down a bumpy dirt road in his Ford F-150. As dry as it had been of late it was kicking up a dust storm. He would need to take it to a car wash after this detour. Unfortunately, this road was the only way back to the homestead of Isaiah and Mary Ruuthouse, parents of Britney’s new best friend Emily Grace.
Beside him sat his shockingly proper-looking 18-year-old daughter Britney appearing far more adult than he had ever seen her. Today his cute youngster wore an unbelievably long dress that he had only seen her wear one time ever. Her hair was pinned up in a bun with what he could only call knitting needles through a leather patch. Of course he was a man and didn’t know the proper term for what he called a Pin Cushion. She also wore glasses that made her seem rather Librarian in nature. He had to chuckle at her disguise.
“Quit glancing at me and laughing. Once I start, I won’t be able to stop. Laughing that is! I know I look ridiculous, but this is the only way I can gain the trust of Grace’s family. By the way, you look nice in that flannel shirt. We can always go find you a straw hat to look Mennonite.”
“I don’t do hats unless they sponsor a ball team. I hope you know I feel really used here. While you have your fun I might be stuck building a barn.”
“Thank you, Daddy. I’ll make sure Grace thanks you too once I transform her into a Goddess.”
Keith frowned over Brit’s wink, he didn’t need to feel any more guilt over playing with any more young girls. His daughter was enough to contain as it was. So, why was the thought of some girl who supposedly had hair down past her ass so appealing? His jeans felt entirely too tight today. Ow! Dammit, man! That fucking Devil on his shoulder was fucking that angel up the ass. Crossing over took on a wHOLE new meaning!
Finally reaching the end of the road they discovered a wooden corral that held four horses off to their left. As the road stopped in favor of a grassy area with a stone pathway they noted a large really old two story farm house. It needed a bit of work but it was indeed rustic.
“Welcome to the Little House on the Prairie.” Keith chuckled! “Laura Shingles- Wilder, it needs a new roof.” A sly play on words for Laura Ingalls Wilder! At his age it was amazing that even he knew of the book.
“No clue!” Brit shrugged concerning his reference. “Yeah, it must leak it looks cruddy.”
Grace was up on the porch with whom they presumed to be her grandmother in a swing. Once she spotted the truck Grace stood up and moved to the steps waving. Keith realized the girl was a looker even wearing the long dress and hair up under a thin white bonnet.
“She must be hot under all that get up.” Keith growled shutting his engine off.
“Very hot!” Brit smiled! “You wait and see!”
“Not what I meant.” Keith hissed scratching his scalp. Sure he did! Even that Devil tossed the angel aside and rubbed his evil little palms together. “Oh, yeah! That angel looks better than the bitch I just tossed.” A little Devil humor!
Getting out of the pickup truck Britney led the way as Keith followed with uncertainty. It was a quiet existence out here for certain. Shockingly not much for swampland, when all around them in the distance for miles it was gator country.
“Hello!” Britney Lynn waved at Emily Grace and the elderly woman in similar garb. The old woman seemed cranky, knitting yet looking at their visitors without emotion. Keith immediately thought of the old movie Children of the Corn. Yikes!
“Hello, Britney! Join us up on the porch. This is my grandmother Anna. Grandmother this is my friend from school, Britney.”
Britney clumsily climbed the steps before turning to face the woman to actually try for a curtsy. The bow left Keith speechless. Who was this strange child he had helped Rita bring into the world?
“This is my father, Keith. I do not drive so I asked him to bring me out here. I hope that is okay.” Anna sat silently on the porch swing and merely eyed them.
“Smile, grandmother! They are harmless.” Grace urged! In facing Keith and Brit, Grace mouthed the words, “Harm me! Harm me!” Wink! Wink! A straight face was hard to keep. Finally, the elderly woman smirked and returned to knitting the blanket she was forming.
“What are we knitting?” Brit attempted curiosity in favor of good impression. She carefully strolled over to look at the blanket more closely. “May I? It’s beautiful! I would love to learn how to knit like that. My mother is not that talented.”
Keith nodded with a frown thinking, “Got that right!” Rita could teach her sex in every position possible though. But again, Brit was pretty in tune on her own. Damn that erection! Hard to hide! A ballcap held in his hand made for a good hiding spot as he landed it over his lap. Respect, right?
Anna stopped crocheting long enough to pat the swing beside her. Brit smiled at her welcomed offer and moved to sit down next to her. Once comfy Anna handed her the knitting needles and thick fabric. She carefully coached the girl without a single word shared. Brit knew this was a test. She did her best to go with the flow. She was actually pretty good at it.
“Now this requires a picture.” Keith revealed his cellphone and snapped a photo. Anna as a reaction scowled at him. He had not considered her feelings over technology as much as intruding on their personal life. Brit shot a glance at Grace with a haunted glare hoping that her father hadn’t ruined things already.
“I’m quite certain he did not mean to disrespect you grandmother. He was only proud of his daughter.”
“My father is always taking pictures of me and my brother.” Brit smiled at Anna! “He keeps a rich history of our growth.”
Keith clears his throat and nodded with respect now appearing in his expression. “I apologize. I can delete the picture.”
“There is no need. You were in your right to show pride in your daughter. It happens to us all.”
Keith turned to see a woman behind a screen door. She was beautiful and full of life, in a Mennonite dressed kind of way. Traditional but without her bonnet like her daughter and mother-in-law were wearing. Her brunette hair was still pinned up in a bun. Interesting! Keith noticed makeup on her face. Huh!
Grace moved quickly to the door as it opened up. “Mother? My friend Britney and her father. Keith, was it?”
“Yes, Keith!” He nodded and cautiously extended a hand out of friendship. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Mrs...”
“Mary! Welcome to our home.”
“Thank you! Love the horses.” Keith looked behind him at the corral. “They certainly look healthy.”
“My husband loves them. He is out back on the other side of the timber building a barn with some of our congregation.”
“My daughter did mention that he was barn building. I build homes, but business in the area has been slow so I have touch much free time on my hands. If he needs any help I would love to get some fresh air.”
“He would be very grateful for your generosity.” Mary blushed lightly! “Grace? Find your little brother and have him introduce Keith to your father.”
“Yes, Mother.” Grace vanished into the house for a mere four minutes before returning with a ten year old boy in suspenders.
“Daniel? Be respectful and show Keith here to your father.”
The boy shyly moved past Keith and down the steps stopping to wait for him.
““Show your manners.” He eyed Brit with a stern point.
“As always, Father. Have fun! I am!” She playfully leaned into Anna’s shoulder and lifted her knitting. “I think I found a new hobby.” Uh Huh! Not a chance in hell!
Rolling his eyes once turned away Keith took his leave, following Daniel through a small football field size patch of timber. As a clearing approached, he heard multiple hammers and saws in the distance. Once in plain sight Keith huffed at what teamwork had already accomplished. “Very nice!” He was impressed at the craftsmanship.
The closer he got to the barn site the movements grew silent. Daniel ran on ahead and hugged his father’s leg telling him of Keith.
Isaiah was a burley youthful looking man with a long red beard and reading glasses which he removed and placed into his shirt pocket. He wore a white shirt stained by sweat and saw dust. On top of his head was a wicker style brimmed hat.
“Good evening.” Isaiah spoke loudly! “Ye must be the father of our daughter’s student companion.”
“That would be me.” Keith met him with a hand shake! “That’s some beautiful work. I build houses that aren’t designed nearly as good. Of course, that’s not my decision it is in the hands of the architects and the contractors. If I had any say, I would be happy to build with half of this much integrity.”
“We work with God’s hands. I am Isaiah. These are my brothers, Hiram, and Zachariah. My nephew Jonah.”
“Nice to meet everybody. Keith Foxx! My daughter thinks very highly of your daughter Grace. They have become good friends I hear.”
“As have I. Grace wishes for your daughter to tutor her. I want what is best for my daughter, yet, I hope you understand I am leery of the world.”
“I completely understand, I know what our world is like. My daughter’s a good kid. Very smart and extremely caring. As we speak Anna is teaching her how to crochet. Lord, she needs a hobby. I’m thankful that Anna has taken the time to be patient with Britney.”
“This is good.” Isaiah turned to his brothers! “I will return shortly.” With their acknowledgement Isaiah joined Keith and his son Daniel on the journey back toward the house. “I will meet your daughter and make my decision.”
“Absolutely! By the way, if you need help with that barn, I would gladly offer to give you boys a hand. Maybe you can teach me a thing or three I don’t know. As I told Mary I could use some fresh air.”
“That is kind of you my friend. We shall see.”
With a respectful nod they walked the rest of the way in silence. Once reaching the porch Isaiah was met with a hug from Mary and a glass of ice water. Isaiah downed the glass in one gulp and sighed. He then turned to Grace who stood hovering beside Anna and Britney.
“You must be Britney.” Brit started to rise with her material when Isaiah put his hands up stopping her. “Please sit! If I asked my mother to get up I would hear nothing but babble.” Anna frowned at Isaiah who teasingly winked at her.
“Hello, Sir.” Britney blushed!
“You are quite smart I hear.”
“Straight A’s! Honor roll every year. I learn very fast and love knowledge. Grace is so much like me concerning her studies.”
“Yet Chemistry is my worst enemy.” Grace pouted!
“I am still uncertain the necessity of such a class.” Isaiah shrugged! “Yet, my daughter wishes to be useful in the future. Even to go to college. She would be the first in three generations to attend such academics.”
“I think she has a lot to offer this world.”
“What would you like to go to school for Grace?” Keith aimed for concern.
“I would like to be a Veterinarian. I love caring for animals.”
“Yet it is I who feed the horses each day.” Isaiah sighed! “Daniel and I.”
“Do you wish to do the cooking and cleaning Husband?” Mary teased, then twisted a curl in her hair without thinking. With a hiss Isaiah looked at Keith who shook his head, holding both hands up. “Trust me Isaiah. I do enough dishes around our house. My wife works long hours. I try to help out.”
Frowning Isaiah looked back at Britney. She smiled at him then lifted her glasses at the bridge of her nose.
“What of you? Will you be going to further your education?”
“I hope too. I have considered going to school for Forensics’. Perhaps a Police Examiner at a Coroner’s office. I hope that doesn’t sound too morbid.”
Mary jumps in with a subtle excitement. “That would be most interesting.”
“You are squeamish when I butcher a chicken.” Isaiah mocked his wife with a smirk.
“Only when you let them run around with no heads.”
Everyone chuckled at their banter. Even Keith found it refreshing. Again returning to scrutinize Britney, Isaiah stroked his beard as he spoke. “Could you not tutor her here at our home?”
“I could, but I have the approval of our teacher, Ms. Vaughn to use all of our school’s chemistry lab equipment. I cannot bring everything here.”
“You would teach her at the very same school to which I pay for Grace to attend?”