Baby Sister – Chap 21: HEaRt THROB by SZENSEI..,

Wiley “Coyote ” Barnett activated the front gate to Longhorn Manor from the interior remote of his Jeep Wrangler, ancestral home to the Barnett clan since the late 1700’s. Modified of course built over and around in some cases. Like many western abodes it had its share of secrets. Some built, some dug, some schemed up, and some concocted to fit a particular problem. Today would set up all of the boys concerning the grooming of their delectable baby sister Maria Blanco, hardly adopted in name but certainly in desire.

Careening the path leading up to their massive garage which housed all of their vehicles, everyday trucks and cars, vintage hobby, even the Longhorn Limo, their driver on vacation until the head of the household returned from his honeymoon. Oscar Barnett and his breathtaking bride Esperanza Blanco-Barnett were still basking in the sun over in Fiji, well…Oscar was. His new wife was a bit occupied in proving her loyalty. Testing her limits was top priority right after the words, “I Do!” and “Til Death Do You Part.” To be determined which came first. Wiley was not privy to the family’s dark side as much as others. His slacker mentality often kept him in the background, he preferred it that way. There was a lot less stress on him in the end, he had enough on his fate as it was.

Entering the garage Wiley parked his Wrangler and sat back in the silent gloom of the garage, it seemed more like a desolate airplane hangar in size, mainly because it was. Oscar had a Piper Cub waiting in the wings should he decide to go flying. Heliport as well with a sliding roof behind plexiglass walls to contain dust kicked up when those skylights opened up.

Grinning as he kicked back, he grabbed a briefcase resting in the passenger seat and just had to open it. One last look at his deed on his recently acquired strip club he was all about letting the world know. A resounding, “YEEEEEEEEEEEHAWWWWWWWWWWW!”, Texas style echoed throughout the compound. A few minutes of ogling his signature he heard the echo return to him. Subtly more feminine than his vocal cords remembered.

“Yeeeeeeeeehawwwwwwwwww!”

“Now who might that be? That you Aunt Harriet?” He mused knowing very well it was no ghost of any family member, real or fictional. Looking about him, he found his guilty town crier. Somersaulting in cartwheels like a ballet dancer gone wild came the ever sexy, forever naked Maria. “Oh! It’s just you.”

“It is meeee! I was bored so I went for a walk around Oscar’s home. It is so big.”

“That’s what he always brags about.” He pats his crotch, “Runs in the family.”

“It is enormous.”

“Don’t go to his head. Or mine! Well, mine maybe.”

“Wiley?” She stops her world spinning and hops toward him as if a schoolgirl, titties bouncing in two directions at once until her palms put a stop to their travels. Seeing his index finger point at her she quickly took away her hand bra and pouted, “I should never cover myself. They just hurt if they dance about too hard.”

“Don’t matter. Daddy always says…no pain no reign. I catch you hiding those nips again I’ll paddle your ass.”

“I won’t do it again…I promise.” She shuffled the rest of the way to his door. “Wiley?”

“As you started to say?”

“Do I really have to wet hump Oscar? I want him to love me like he does Mommy but…isn’t it wrong? They are husband and wife now.”

“Best get your information from your momma about that. I’m pretty sure Esperanza expects you to be a real woman. That means learning how to seduce fellas like your brothers and our Pappy.”

“I thought it was Poppy.”

“Right! Poppy for daughters, Pappy for sons.”

“Oh!” Made sense! “Now I understand. How do I… seduce a man? I thought they just took what they wanted.”

“We do! But there’s fellas out there that like it when a gal goes after them too.”

“Matthew gets mad at me if I push him into wet humping me. He says I pester him.”

“He’s just a busy man, him dealing with his FBI profiling job and helping us Barnett’s keep our paperwork straight.”

“And his girlfriend.”

“Right! We all have a gal now and then. Me? I just bought into two dozen girlfriends.”

“I was going to ask how your day went. I know you were meeting with the owners of some place to buy them.”

“Sole owner now.” He beamed. “Papers right here in this bag until I lock them in my safe.”

“Can I go see your new place? I’m so sad having to stay here so much. I should be used to it though, even in Colombia mother never let me leave our home. Only on birthdays to the beach and stuff.”

“Why she lock you up?”

“I wasn’t locked up silly Coyote. Just like here we lived in the middle of nowhere. I was home schooled by my Nanny’s. Mom told me there were very bad men who might take me.”

“Like us?” He chuckled.

“You are not bad. I love my brothers.”

“We love you too Baby Sis. So, who were these bad men?”

“Mommy said they took young girls and made them work in bad ways.”

“Ah! Yeah, that part of the world can be risky livin’ in. Rough you up, pump you with drugs, let gross ole’ farts have…wet hump with you. Who knows what else? I hear donkeys in carrot hump gals in Mexico, don’t know if that’s in Colombia though.”

“I like playing pin the tail on the ass.” She hadn’t pictured that scenario in any form of realism.

“We do too Critter.” He winked at her as she climbed up into the Jeep to straddle his lap. Taking his cowboy hat, she put it on her head. Three sizes too large it covered her eyes down to her button nose.

“Pin the tail on me Wiley.” She hopped over his brewing erection.

“Matty got you all anal happy, does he?”

“I like it up the butt.”

“We love putting it up your butt.” He laughed. “I could probably use a little white devil release. He’s been nippin’ at my boots since I was at my new establishment.” She immediately reached between her thighs and began undoing his pants. Belt unbuckled, button and zipper down on his jeans she dug her perfect little nails in through his boxers and brought out his ACME missile ready for launch. Once out she used both hands to stroke him, his Stetson blocking her gaze. She had that lazy cowboy pose down to a porn star quality. Definitely not lazy though. A minute longer she hopped up into the saddle and slid her tight vulva down his thick shaft and whimpered. He had to sigh over the fit, “Just like pole dancin’ at my club.”

“I like big poles. Can I go see your new club?”

“I’ll think about it. Better let me check with my brothers first. There’s a lot of women out there who take health risks wearing clothes. I don’t want you catchin’ that there Purex disease.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s what gals catch from wearin’ clothes too much. Once you reach age 18 it’s a real concern.”

“Why did my mom wear clothing then?” She bounced up and down on his beast as he reclines his seat back so she could palm his chest and lean over him to avoid steering wheel rash.

“From what I hear it’s in the water. Mexico says don’t drink the water. Here in the States, it’s gals don’t wear the water that cleans your clothes. Could be fatal.”

“I want to live a looooong time. No more clothing for me…ever again.”