Stepsister's Place Ch. 02

Chapter 1

John

John tended to the cows that morning as he always did. Dawn was breaking and when he left his bedroom, he did so without waking his little sister. He knew she was safe, but still, as a precaution, left the chair in front of the bedroom door and slipped out through the window. Their father had stopped making noises hours ago and John knew he’d be passed out for most of the morning, if his memory of past nights of abuse served him.

The morning temperature grew and held to the low 70s and held. The fall was here and their summer temperatures grew more mild. Several others surrounded their farm in the community. John saw Tom and his son, Gary, ride over on horseback. Gary was a few years younger than John and a talkative boy. Visits from the men of different farms were common to trade farming supplies. On Saturday, the farmer’s market on James’ farm in the center of their community was when they traded for food each of the following week. With their step mother gone, Marie had taken over for the cooking and canning of their meals come the winter.

Part of John wondered if his father even wished to have Marie married off. Without a woman at home, the cooking, cleaning, and storing of food would fall upon him until he was married again. Two women had died who spent time with his father. John couldn’t imagine too many other women lining up to marry the aging man. Gary waved to John, who only responded with a nod of the head.

John made his way to the barn beside the house and dragged bales of hay inside the barn two at a time. Sweat stained the back of his shirt by this time noon was here and the bales of hay were extremely heavy. John’s father stepped outside of the house and held the door open for Gary and Tom to follow him out to the front porch.

John rolled his eyes and walked back into the barn before he would have to be roped into a conversation with Gary. ‘Being a part of the community’ was never his forte. Just because Gary was his age didn’t mean John wanted to be friends with him. John didn’t want to be friends with anyone. John’s mind then wandered to Marie.

Except Marie… Marie’s…

“Marie,” John’s father called inside the house.

John looked out the open doorway of the barn to see his sister come outside. John’s hand grabbed handfuls of hay from the stack he had brought inside and fed it to Marly and Jonah, two of the horses closest to him. Patting Marly, on the side of his neck, he brayed and nuzzled John’s shoulder, demanding more hay. John fed him another fistful and watched Marie carefully walk outside.

She looked lovely, even with her hair tied back and her wearing a soiled apron covered in dirt from cleaning the house. John had to look away, though, when he watched Gary take her hand in his and raise it to his lips for a kiss.

Chapter 2

Marie

“Marie!” her father’s voice boomed from outside.

Marie flinched at the sound of his voice. She had avoided him the entire morning. The two times he had come inside from working the fields Marie had hid in the bedroom and fiddled with folding dried clothes and dusting the shelves. Last night was the first time her stepfather had struck her since she’d known him, but based on his drinking habits since her mother died and his increasing level of rage each evening, she didn’t believe it would be the last time.

Marie walked outside, drying her hands on her apron as she was amid making the day’s lemonade. To her relief, there were others outside with father, so she knew he would not be in a violent mood. However, to her dread, it was Tom and his father. Tom was the expected suitor for Marie. Everyone in the community was already planning the next celebration in the coming months to be their wedding. Despite him having not proposed and she refusing to say more than a word to him. Courting was not a long affair in their community. Within a week of expressing intentions, an engagement was made and not a month later was the wedding. This, Marie feared, was the first step of the process.

“Marie,” her father said, almost as a threat. “You know Tom.”

Marie folded her hands in her lap. Her eyes bounced between Tom’s feet and his goofy grin. She mumbled a greeting.

“Hello Marie, oh, were you in the kitchen? Cooking up something delicious no doubt,” Tom spoke nonstop, as was his way. He then took Marie’s hand in his and kissed which Marie had to pretend to not be bothered by. “Marie, you look as wonderful as ever!” Tom said, clapping his hands. “Say, why haven’t you been over to our farm ever? We have gorgeous fields as far as the eye can…”

Tom’s voice trailed off after his father nudged his arm. Marie’s father was glaring at him, indicating bragging about how much larger his farm was than her fathers was not the best way to go about courting her.

“…errr… I’d love to give you a tour of my plot of land I’m inheriting, if you will do me the honor,” Tom said.

“Umm… I-” Marie started, her eyes fluttered with hesitation until she was interrupted by her father.

“She will do as you ask,” her father spoke commandingly, silencing her hesitation.

“Excellent!” Tom celebrated.

Gary cleared his throat as he entered the conversation. “Should the men discuss the bargain before the tour?”

“We can,” Marie’s father said and gestured towards the house. “Marie, go clean yourself up in the house while the men talk. We will summon you when it’s time.”

Marie bowed her head and went back inside the house quietly. The bride’s price had developed in their community into a barter of several things. They would now discuss an exchange of farming equipment, seeds, and supplies as equivalent to Marie’s hand in marriage. The courting was a courtesy, Marie knew. She was already being sold into marriage to Tom.

Chapter 3

John

John went inside the house not because he saw Marie go back inside, but because his father, Tom, and Gary had walked out towards the barn he hid inside. Tom said something obnoxious while slapping John’s back as he passed by another. John simply nodded and walked inside the house.

This was it, he knew. This was the start of his sister being married off. Of him being alone with his father again. Perhaps he should just pick a woman to marry. He was just delaying the inevitable, wasn’t he?

“Psst. Psst!”

John looked doe eyed around the house for the sound he kept hearing until it spoke up again.

“Psst. John,” Marie whispered. She was sticking her head out of the corner of her bedroom and waving him over hurriedly with one hand.

John looked outside and saw out by the barn. Father, Tom, and his father were still haggling over prices for livestock, tools, and most likely, Marie. Since they were distracted, he decided it was safe to follow Marie’s instructions and enter her room. Though he was not the most comfortable when he went inside. Brushing past her chest as he entered, and she closed the door behind him, John felt a flare of heat on his cheeks.

Regardless of what happened last night and who had a part in it, he was the man and he needs to take responsibility for it. Wiping his sweaty, rough palms on his pants, he let out a silent sigh before looking at Marie.

“Marie,” he started. “I apologize for last night. It was wrong-”

His words were cut short by Marie’s body slamming into his and her lips pressing against his. Startled, they kissed while he held Marie up on her tippy toes. The kiss lingered and stretched on for seconds, perhaps minutes, before Marie pushed away abruptly. John shook his head in confusion as Marie looked up at him as if that kiss was a letter he had written to her with all the information on life she needed.

Marie went to the door, opened it, and checked on their father’s location with his guests. Satisfied with their distance, she closed the door and ran back to John, grabbing hold of her hands and bringing them to her hips.

“John, don’t apologize, I don’t want you to,” Marie said, looking up at him with starry eyes. “I want you to do it again.”

“What?” John asked, bewildered.

“Touch me like you did last night. Make me feel that way again. Quickly, before they come looking for us.”

Marie slid her hand down the front of his pants as he stood frozen, trying to understand the moment. Undoing his belt and sliding his belt down, Marie quickly found his cock already angled towards her at half mast from the kiss. Kissing him again, her fingers wrapped around the meat of his shaft and pumped it in long strokes, using her entire arm as she slid her palm from his balls all the way to his tip and back down.

It didn’t take long for his cock to point rock hard at her sexy body and for him to be grabbing at her shoulders and the back of her neck. He pulled her in tight to the kiss. With one hand, Marie tried to undo the string of knots that kept the neck of her shirt over her ample cleavage shut. Seeing this, John pushed her hand aside and with a few pulls of the strings had the neck of her shirt gaping wide, revealing the long line of her bare breasts cleavage. They both fell into a sit on her bed side then half laid back on it as he reached inside her shirt and groped at her pale, but thick breasts. Pulling them from the neck of her shirt, he worked the nipples over and over.

John groaned into her as her hands tightened on his shaft. They pumped with vigor as she did her best to milk him. Flipping up her long gray skirt, John slid his dirt stained fingers across the face of her panties, which made his sister purr into their kiss. Dipping her panties into her pussy, Marie’s legs spread and her hips rocked, raise, and lower as he felt her juices quickly absorb into her underwear.

His fingers pressed into her clit and made soft repetitive circles on it over and over and over against her eyebrows raised and her body jolted from the pleasure. John’s lips closed around her nipple as his tongue flicked across it. Marie had to clap one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming, all the while she kept her other hand pumping his cock nonstop. He could hear her spreading his pre-cum down the head of his shaft.