Home from College 1 by prittykitty

I’m 25 and just returned home from college. Not saying it went to well for me or anything as I’m coming home because I lost my job at a warehouse where I was working my way through college. I have no job prospects and have no idea what to do so my parents said I could return home and work the farm and ranch we own until I figure things out. I’m sure dad is happy that I’m back I know the last7 years of me being gone has been hard on him to work the land basically alone. We have some farm and ranch hands but dad had always preferred for me and him to do the bulk of the work. Dad is ex-military and pretty strict and the hands tend to do just enough to get paid. I put my last suitcase down on the floor of the basement. The room was going to need a lot of work since this was the room I was going to be living in from now on until I figure things out for myself. My old bedroom is now my sister’s room. Growing up we had to share a room and she wasn’t too keen on me moving back in to the room after have been gone for so long.MY sister is 18 years old now, when I moved out for college she was only 11 so there is a pretty big age and sibling difference between us. Mom is a teacher at the elementary school about 45 minutes away from the old farm house. I sat down on the couch that would have to serve as my bed for a while until I could get my bed put together. I’m feeling pretty much like a loser at this point so when at 8 am I heard my sister and father upstairs in the kitchen I didn’t want to go up but knew dad would already be pissed off that I hadn’t come up earlier to start working.

“Is that what college taught you?” my father immediately barked as I opened the basement door. “To sleep all damned day?”

My sister was making breakfast at the stove. Her eyes glanced at me. I didn’t see anything in her eyes other than my existence. She went back to cooking as I moved to the table.

“I was up all night unpacking.” I told my father. “I’m gonna have a lot of work to do down stairs to get the basement in to a bedroom.”

“Then get to work. Kati already did all the morning chores.” He smiled up at her as she put a plate in front of him with bacon and eggs. “Thank you darling.”

Kati nodded and moved to the stove again. She made a second plate and brought it to me.

Surprised I looked up at her, “Um, Thanks, Kati.”

Again she just nodded. I remember my sister being pretty talkative when she was little and I’ll admit in my time at college I rarely came home so Kati and I are not close at all.

“Unlike you, Kati is a good girl.” He smiled at her as she started to clean the kitchen.

“Kati aren’t you gonna eat too?” I asked her. Noticing that she had only made enough for our father and myself.

“No.” she said softly.

I didn’t question it since well I don’t know her and maybe she doesn’t do the breakfast thing of maybe she was one of those girls that was strict on her diet or something. I’ll stop here and tell you about my little sister. She’s 5 ft 5 and weighs maybe 100 lbs. I’m sure most of her weight is in her ass and tits. She’s got the biggest tit’s I’ve ever seen naturally on a woman and her ass looks more like it belongs on a yoga pant instagram model than it does on a 18 year old farm girl. I can’t help but watch her ass move as she cleaned the kitchen. But it bothered me that I saw dad watching it as well. Kati only turned 18 a few days ago. She’s advanced in school so she graduated a year early but mom and dad put a stop to her going to college since it didn’t seem to be paying off for me.

After breakfast I moved to the sink to clean my dishes but dad mostly pushed me out of the way, “Kati, get this cleaned up and then get out to the barn and get some hay thrown down to the stalls.”

“Yes, daddy.” She said quietly.

Our dad turned to me, “Come on, I got work fer ya to do.”

I groaned but followed my dad out of the house. Around 12 Kati met me and dad at the tractor with sandwiches and glasses of iced tea. “Thanks.” I wanted to get to know my sister a little but she was quick to leave as soon as she handed everything over to us. “Dad is Kati just quiet because I’m home? I don’t remember her being so quiet growing up.”

Dad just shrugged and ate his sandwich. After he had downed his drink me hurried me up then we left our plates and glasses beside the barn and headed back out in to the fields. At dusk we were pulling up to the barn to park the tractor as mom pulled in the drive way. I noticed the dishes from lunch had been taken in to the house, I walked in to the barn as dad went to mom to greet her. Inside the barn I found Kati, her clothes where soaking wet. She was throwing what looked like my stuff in the dryer and hanging up other stuff. “Kati?”

Kati jumped and span around. A look of relief flickered across her face for a split second then she seemed to rethink herself. “Brett…” she glanced to the floor beside the washer and dryer. “I tried… I didn’t… I tried to clean it up… but…”

I was pretty sure that she was scared; of me or what I didn’t know. “What happened?” I asked her calmly.

“A pipe… broke when… I’m sorry… I don’t think it damaged anything to bad but…”

I noticed her hands where a bit cut up and her face had a slight gash in it. I moved toward her and grabbed a clean rag that was kept over top the washer and dryer. I put it to her cheek softly, “Chill out, what happened?”

We both looked over at dad yelled from the house. “Kati! Get your ass in here now!”

My sister began to shake. “I didn’t mean to…” her eyes looked up at me as though she was begging for me to save her. I just had no idea as to what she needed saving from. From what I knew dad worshiped the ground Kati walked on. Mom dotted on Kati like she was a princess as well. If that was the case why was she so terrified? Things around this place don’t really add up some times.

“Kati!” our dad yelled again. It was pretty evident he was pissed.

I followed my sister out of the barn and to the house. As soon as we walked in Dad grabbed Kati by the back of the neck, “Hey!” I called out surprised to see our father handling my tiny sister so roughly.

He jerked her toward him, “What the hell happened? Can’t you get anything right!”

“Daddy…” her voice trembled, “A pipe broke… I hate to save Brett’s stuff and.. I’m trying to clean everything up… I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to make a mess.” Tears feel from my sister’s light hazel eyes. “Daddy.” She squirmed under his grasp.

I saw his hand tighten on her neck. I winced that was going to bruise.

Mom didn’t look too pleased as she grabbed an old towel and dropped it to the floor to wipe up the slight trail of water that had been dripped along the floor boards.

“Hey, what happened?” I asked again.

“Your sister made a fucking mess in the house!” he pushed her toward the living room, “Get to cleaning this mess. Now!” he shouted. “And where the hell is dinner!”

“In… in the oven.” She croaked out as she stumbled to the doorway and caught herself. “It’s almost ready.” She scurried out of the room.

I ignored my parents as mom bitched about having a long hard day and having to come home to clean up after her kids. Dad just went to the fridge and grabbed himself a beer. “Ungrateful little cunt.” He muttered.

I glanced at my sister on her knees wiping up the dripped water and headed down to the basement. I blinked shocked. MY queen sized bed as put together and my mattress had fresh sheets on it. My clothes where hung on hangers and put in the closet that was in the room. All the basement stuff was stacked and organized neatly across the room out of the way. The shower and toilet in the basement where cleaned and not mucky anymore. The only thing was a dripping pipe over head that a bucket sat under. The floor was damp but had been cleaned and looked to dry soon. The thing was the pipe was right over where most of my clothes and bed stuff had been setting in bags. I moved up the stairway. Kati wasn’t in sight and I didn’t hear dad yelling so I headed outside to the barn. Sure enough I found my sister with a stack of towels on the floor beside her as she folded my clothes. “hey.”

Kati jumped, “Oh… i… I’m sorry… I tried…”

I stopped her, “Did you really do all that just for me today?”

Kati nodded, “I tried to do more but… but I had to cook dinner and the pipe broke and… I’ll fix it tomorrow please… please don’t be mad.” She flinched when I moved toward her.

“hey, Kati…” His hand touched her arm softly, “Are you ok?”

Slowly she nodded, but didn’t look up at me.

“Kati… um… well this is gonna sound weird but… does dad beat you or something?”

Her eyes rose to mine, she glanced at the barn door then nodded slowly, “Don’t tell daddy I said anything. Please.” She started to cry, “I… I’ll be a good girl just… please…”

“Shh.” I hushed her as the barn door opened. “I just wanted to say thanks for cleaning up my room and well shit happens so… well a water pipe leaking on my stuff is no big deal.” I smiled softly down at her. “I appreciate it.”

Her eyes opened wide as she looked up at me. I think it’s the first time she’d ever heard anyone thank her.

“Kati! Get your ass in the house!” Dad barked at her, “You are already late with dinner!”

She quickly folded my shorts that where in her hands and ran to the door. Side stepping our father and running in to the house. I turned to look at him. He was watching her as she ran.

“Good fer nothin’… only thing that girl is good at is milkin’ cows, cookin’, and making a mess.” He muttered as he followed her out.

I frowned as I too followed. If dad was beating Kati I was sure either he beat mom too or she was in on it. Mom’s got the eyes of a hawk.

The next few days Kati seemed to keep herself out of trouble and dad kept me too busy to do anything about anything.

“Brett, your cousins are coming to stay the week for Christmas so they are going to need your room.” Mom told me as she moved through the house.