Baby Sister Ch. 22: POPPY COCK – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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“This is gonna be funny as hades.”

“I know right.” Wiley Barnett chuckled with his brother Tyson, “Maria isn’t gonna see this comin’.” Camcorder ready in his hand the two brothers stood waiting on little Miss Blanco to hurry back with her hygiene products. “Ain’t no chemicals going through the lines that can hurt her is there?”

“Just the usual. It’s artesian water so the only chemicals are just to keep the fountain clean of moss and all. No stronger than the chlorine in our pool.” A text deviating any further talk Tyson responds to his employee Meryl at the pump house beyond the 12-car garage. “Merlyn’s ready to do her body good.”

“Ain’t we all?”

“Sure nuff! Much as she’s all over us these days I find myself thinking about Baby Sis even at work.” Tyson chuckles, “I do really need a girlfriend. Bad even!”

“Stop by my club I’ll get you one.”

“I still can’t believe you bought that shithole. You know Daddy is gonna poke you in the forehead for blowin’ money on somethin’ you’d frequent anyways.”

“Yeah, but my being boss I can do what I want.”

“When did Brandon ever stop you anyways?”

“He tries off and on, but he knows kickin’ me out would mean my buying land right next door and buildin’ another club and hire his gals away. Weren’t no reason to do that when I can just fix up his place and corner the meat market. Ain’t that what Pappy always told us?”

“By meat market he means beef. I should know.” Tyson controlled the cattle aspect of their empire. “I still say Daddy is gonna roll his eyes at you for buying Brandy out.”

“I need my own career. This is what I’m good at.”

“Partyin’? Wish I had time to do that. Takin’ Maria outside our home is a big risk Lil’ Brother. Be careful what people tell her or Daddy is gonna boot you to the corner. Us trainin’ her is one thing, gettin’ her hurt or she realizin’ we’re usin’ her is another. I dunno about you but I’m kinda fond of the critter.”

“We all are, just gotta keep it in the family. I won’t let Maria get hurt, might even hire a booty guard.”

“Booty guard?”

“Yep! Find me a gal willin’ to take risks and play the long game like Matty’s doin’ with this Miranda hottie. Did you see those hooters?”

“Definitely a boob job. A good one though cuz I didn’t see no scars. Houston, we have a problem… those tatas are defyin’ gravity.”

“She can circle my world any day. I just hope Matty… course, he knows what he’s doin’.” Wiley sighed, “Dunno why I questioned that. Obvious she’s hooked on him.”

“Hooked on her. I’ve never seen Matthew beam. That or he’s tryin’ out for the next Bond villain.”

“No… that would be Daddy.”

“Good point. Here comes lil’ Miss Sunshine.”

Scurrying down the staircase, her tits swirling in transport she made certain the items she was carrying were at her side. Lesson number one, never hide what God gave you. Covering herself up would have gotten her scolded. A woman does not deny appeal. Never ever, ever!

Wiley couldn’t resist recording her descent with his camcorder. Having never once seen a camcorder she wasn’t certain what he was doing. In the past her mother Esperanza kept her from technology. No TV, no computers, no cellphone. It was for her own good. Not even her Nannies were allowed such pleasantries. Esperanza herself hid away her cell which was registered to another person to safeguard their existence from very bad people. One being Maria’s father. Baddest of the bad.

None of them knew that tiny detail. Especially Maria. Had Esperanza made a fatal error in marrying Oscar Barnett? What seemed like a safe distance and a wealthy lover with incredible charm seemed like a good solution. Perhaps Bad was just wearing another face. Perhaps!

“Shake it Baby Sister.” Wiley recorded her strut, while she giggled. shaking her tits. With her hands full that was the best option. No wait! A quick twist in step she sent her butt into an attempted twerk, one that nearly made her fall backwards. “Careful Ginger Rogers! Freddy ain’t here to pick you up.” As if she knew who Fred Astaire was. It was amazing the Barnett Boys did. Blame it on Oscar’s Love of ballroom dancing and the classics. Further blame being Highbone bringing Oscar up on the good ole’ days.

Swooping in the prevent her tumble Tyson just plucked her up and carried her across the front door threshold as if his bride. Good thing Highbone was around to usher them out. He had no clue what they were up to and simply didn’t care. Bathing supplies noted he could only roll his eyes. Wiley with his camcorder panning on Nigel’s face the old man simply scowled. “Smile Highbone! We’re just gonna go have some fun.”

“If I cared Sir Coyote.” He did, he was just too old and loyal to Oscar to speak up. “Please do not make another mess that I must clean up.”

“Oh, it’s gonna get sloppy ole’ Son. No worries though. I did discuss gettin’ you help around here with Matty. We’re gonna ask Daddy when he calls next. Gotta go!” Out the door he darted. Wiley nearly tripped himself. He was too busy a starin’ at Maria yelling for him to hurry. “On my way Ginger.” Shall We Dance? That was one of the boy’s favorites.

Quite a stroll out to the courtyard fountain Tyson made it to the sod lawn before making Maria walk, saving her bare feet from being burnt on the concrete walkway. A gentleman he was, for certain. Once she was on the ground running, she raced on ahead of them, Ass shaking like a flamenco dancer. Wiley was wasting film and happy to do it. He had extra in his old school camcorder bag. Family heirloom! Kodak moment!

Reaching the edge of the fountain Maria wondered why she hadn’t ventured out here before now. Maybe it was her hesitant fear of Oscar even if this life size statue was in bronze. It was that menacing foot long dick that spooked her, knowing from her brothers that he would be her deciding factor on determining if she were really ready to be a woman.

While she adored Sex and his sons were all gifted of size Oscar was by far the HEAD of the household. That head was a fist doubled up and then some. Staring up at it from the side in awe she mumbled, “How does Mommy…?” She couldn’t even finish her thought, her shivers more quakes. “That has to hurt.” Sucking up her courage she put the fears out of her mind and accepted her fate. “If Mommy can do that… I can do that. It just feels… wrong.” Most definitely! Yet, she had no say in the matter. Mommy knew best! At least that was what she was raised to believe.

“She sure stopped shakin’ that booty when she got up close to Pappy’s longhorn.” Tyson commented.

“Hope she don’t freeze up like that on stage at my club.”

“You better take that camcorder with ya. I wanna see Baby Sister minglin’ and tinglin’.”

“Absolutely! Would I miss out on home movies? Best give Meryl a heads up on the milk moustache.”

“Head’s up! HA!” Tyson chuckled and texted his employee Meryl Purdue out at the pump house. A reply of, “Ready when you are Tyson… don’t be chicken. LOL!” Tyson grumbling at the elder’s response shot back with, “Do I look like a rooster wrangler? All beef old man. You just get hand’s on with the valve. I’m gettin’ ready to put her in the bathtub now. TY-Minus 5 minutes.” All Meryl knew was it was Hot as fuck in the pump house. A hurry the fuck up went unheard. Sweatin’ to the oldies!

“You climbin’ in Maria? Water can’t be that cold. 110 in the shade out here, if we had shade.”

“I am just admiring Oscar. It is a very good likeness of him. Why does he only wear his cowboy hat?”

“Daddy just likes showin’ off. He calls it Longhorn Manners.” Wiley laughed. Yes he recorded himself saying that, his Father would only agree with that assessment when he viewed the video. “Manor of speakin’?” He glared at Tyson busting up. It was pretty funny.

“You afraid of the Shower head?”

“I prefer bathing in a tub. Back home in Cartagena we had no standing Shower, only a claw bathtub.” Duly noted! Wiley had an idea to pass along to Clint out at the stables for tomorrow. There being surveillance cameras out there he’d get a bird’s eye view of everything. Still Maria nibbled a fingernail between her teeth nervously, Oscar’s statue was just so realistic, almost as if he were simply bronzed over and well-polished to gleam in the sun. That part was a fact, Oscar had an immigrant team out there to polish his statue and clean the fountain every month. Highly paid, highly trusted!

“Put your stuff down on the ledge and get on in there.” Wiley prompted her with a boot to her behind. Pouting at him she did as she was instructed and stepped over the edge. At least there weren’t fish swimming within the pond, but there were a lot of coins as if a wishing well.

“Why is there money in the fountain?”

“That’s how he pays the Mendez family so he don’t have to send them a check every month.” Tyson glares over the circular wall and peers down at the gold coins glistening in the sun like diamonds. A whisper toward Wiley he gnashes his teeth, “They’re about due to drop out and clean Daddy’s pecker ain’t they?”

“Better warn Matty. Maybe have the Mendez gals pop out when I got Maria in town with me. Their daddy won’t take us so kindly to us makin’ his daughters strip naked to polish Pappy’s knob.”

“That ain’t no lie. Can’t disrespect Benito or there goes us flirtin’ with Alba, and Pilar. Now those gals you need to hire for your club.”

“And get shot in the Ass by Bennie? Are you bonkers?” Wiley mulls it over, “They are perfect. Not much older than Maria there neither. What twenty?”

“Their daddy can’t be too stressed out much coin as he’s divin’ for while they’re waxin’ daddy’s longhorn. I’ve watched those gals on our camera feeds and I’m seein’ twin turn on every time. Bennie sure don’t object they strokin’ daddy just to earn money. They get into it together almost like they’re Horny as hades. What’s sad is, I’m bettin’ those gals don’t get much coin for doin’ all the work.”

“If you were Bennie, would you be up there spit shinin’ Pappy’s pecker? Can’t tell me he ain’t sayin’ that’s a woman’s job.”

“I know I wouldn’t do it. I recall bein’ grounded once when I was a kid and Daddy makin’ me clean it. Long before Bennie crossed the border. Weren’t no fun.”

“That’s what you get for smokin’ Daddy’s last Cuban.”

While the boys were discussing things Maria waded in three foot deep water, moving right under the foot long bronze penis. It was so shiny she grew mesmerized by the reflection upon the precious metal. Deciding to graduate into it’s flow of water she found something unexpected, the water stopped. Tilting her head from side to side she reached up and patted the humongous bronze crown and rubbed the spillway urethra. “Tyson? Oscar stopped peeing.”

Hearing her the boys winced at the odd delay, they hadn’t messaged Meryl back to get things started. Looking up at the surveillance cameras the boys saw a blue light flashing. Morse code Tyson noted and told Wiley. “Matty’s got this.”

“Is anyone home?” Maria ridiculously continued to pat the penis Shower head. “Brother’s? I don’t think Oscar likes me.”

“Huh! Ain’t ever seen that thing stop rainin’ down.” Tyson cocked a brow beginning his act of concern. “Try rubbin’ Daddy’s balls. Maybe…”

“Ohhh maaaan!” Wiley lowered his camcorder slightly, “You don’t think the White Devil followed us out here do ya?”

“White Devil?” Maria flared her eyes, “But… this Oscar is not real.”

“Daddy always said the ghosts of our ancestors often roamed the grounds…kinda like Aunt Harriet does. Could be Grampa Horace comin’ by to say hi to the newest member of our family.” Tyson winced at Wiley, then at Maria in her awestruck demeanor.

“I never thought of that.” Wiley puckered.

“Is that you Grampa Horse?” Horse/ Horace, the boys tried hard not to laugh. After Maria befriending a ghost concocted by Matty with hologram tech this was almost too much to resist a snicker. Maria was just so innocent in her reactions. “I like horses.” She begins rubbing the massive bronze balls below the penis, cool and hard to the touch. “Like this Tyson?”

“Looks about right.”

“You’d know.” Wiley ribbed his brother.

“I ain’t… I’m gonna shove that camera up your Ass Coyote.”

As they babble the urethra of the bronze beast begins a very soft trickle of white. Eyes bulging Maria drops her jaw. “Brothers? White Devil is here.” The strange realization paused the boys to look at their Daddy’s dick. Sure, enough they could see a few dribbles of milk circulating through the lines. Matty must be ready to get the show started. Another inspection of the Morse coded blue light, Tyson warned Wiley to start filming more closely. Show time!

“How in tarnation did White Devil follow us out here?” Wiley jested without laughing. He wanted Maria to think it was due to her.

“You know the White Devil likes me, Wiley.” She giggled. “But, how can it… find me through a statue?”

“Grampa Horse!” Tyson again suggested. “Daddy used to tell me our relatives could animate things around the house to let us know they’re still with us. Could be Horace wantin’ to welcome you to the family Maria.”

“I am very happy here Grampa Horse. I hope Oscar does not get mad that you are in his statue.”

“Daddy and Horace were very close. Grampa taught him everythin’ he knows about business. I’m thinkin’ Horace wants to teach you a lil’ too.”

“How to be a woman?” One track mind Maria.

“Could be!” Tyson nodded. “He still tricklin’?”

“A little! I guess Grampa Horse doesn’t want me to Shower in the fountain. He must think I am disrespecting Oscar.”

“I doubt that.” Wiley shook his head as if getting the shivers. “Try strokin’ Daddy’s cock there.”

“So stop rubbing Oscar’s saddlebags?”

“Go back and forth between the bags and the pecker.” Wiley suggested.

“Okay! This is for you Oscar. I’m sorry Grampa Horse, but Oscar needs me.” So adorable! Using both hands she glides her palms over the enormous bronze penis, feeling the texture over thick false veins excited her. Eyes wide and unable to blink Maria found herself enamored by her hopefulness. She was well adapted in the knowledge that anything could happen in the Barnett house. Even when frightened by ghosts she was becoming used to Harriet, now in meeting Grampa Horse the family was growing. Who would be next?

A barely audible distant moan erupted from nowhere making Maria glance at Tyson and Wiley. They too looked scared a bit but knew all it was, was Matthew manipulating a property speaker online with a PA system. “Is that Grampa Horse?”

“I’m guessin’ so.” Tyson shared fear then palmed the open air before him as if calming down. “Gramps was a good guy. I’m thinkin’ he’s just usin’ Daddy’s statue to communicate to you. You gotta let him know you mean no harm toward Daddy.”

“Okay!” She turns her attention on the statue at hand, both hands. “Grampa Horse? I only want to make friends with you. If you know Aunt Harriet, she must have told you I’m a good person. I only came out here to take a Shower. If you’re in there with Oscar, then you can Shower with me. My brothers like doing it. I hear Oscar will Shower with me too when he and Mommy come back from their honeymoon. So… I’m just practicing.”

“We should let Maria watch Ghostbusters sometime.” Wiley chuckled.

“Egon with the Wind maybe.” Tyson laughed along with his brother. “Lord rest his soul.”

“She’s milkin’ Horace for all he’s worth. Just listen to Matty groan. I reckon Maria took my seduction techniques to heart.”

“Seducin’ a statue. Too funny! Wonder if we can get her to sit up on Daddy’s dick like she’s ridin’ him? Daddy would bust a gut.”

“Think that big ole’ pecker can hold her weight? We break Daddy he’s gonna whup our asses.”

“She can’t be more than a hundred pounds wet.”

“Well, she is awful wet right now, she is standin’ in water.”

“You know what I mean. Don’t be a moron.”

“She’s pretty agile I bet she can mount the statue. Uhh? She fuckin’ Goldfinger?”

“Bronze… oh! James Bond… classic!” Tyson caught on.

Before any suggested hijinks could be added to the game the PA system let out a painful wail. of, “HEEEELLLLLLP MEEEEEEEEE! SO MUCH PAIN! THE WHITE DEVIL HAS FOLLOWED ME INTO THE AFTERLIFE.” Matty’s voice sounded like a weary old man in his theatrics. One that made Maria fall backward into the water to sit up and look horrified, her shriek shaking the boys to their foundation as if she were hurt.

“Shit she fell. Slick bottom.”

“You okay, Baby Sister?” Tyson kicked his boots off just in case he needed to carry her out of the fountain. Looking over at them she began giggling, Tyson paused before stepping foot in the water and reacted with a scowl. “Grampa Horse scare ya?”

“He has a very commanding voice.” Groans of agony Matty’s sole tone, only using words when he felt she needed to hear it. Another buzz text from Meryl begging the boys to hurry before he couldn’t handle the heat any longer stalled Tyson from further communication. While the water-cooled Maria, she laid back into it further to dampen her front without submerging herself. It felt very relaxing, the dick resuming water for the moment at least caught her attention enough to stand back up and grab her soap and luffa. “I think Grampa Horse went back to Heaven.”

“Best hurry and get your bath then.” Wiley waved her on. She had that covered. From head to toe she rolled suds until her body glistened. Enjoying the cascade of water, she continued eying Oscar’s big head. Hands in her hair shampooing her long black mane Maria’s ears perked up at more groans. This time instead of seeking out her brothers for comfort she rinsed her scalp thoroughly while she could, suspecting she might be needed elsewhere very soon.

“He’s back.” Tyson spoke up, having kept in touch with both Matty and Meryl over his cell. Matthew told them both it was time to step it up. Meryl was grateful, he felt as if he had pulled off five pounds of water weight just standing in the pump house without ventilation.

“Help me!” Matty called out acting as Grampa Horse. “Be a good granddaughter… I possess my son so that you may help me from my decades of suffering. Please… help me to rest.”

“What am I to do Grampa Horse?” She peered straight up at Oscar’s bronze eyes as if to use him as a focus to speak with Grampa Horse directly. “Tell me, I will do what I can for you.”

“Rub it as you did before. I can feel the magic within your hands, the dedication in your soul. Rid me of the White Devil once and for all.”

“I will do my best.” She stepped forward under the spout, water still pelting her. Cool to the touch she stroked the beast in bronze with as much vigor as her feet allowed on the slippery bottom of the fountain. Both hands active she began calling out, “CUM TO ME! CUM TO ME! CUM TO ME!” The boys were hurting inside wanting to bust up laughing. Even Matthew watching had to pause his Grampa groans to chuckle without giving away his deceit. This shit was just too funny.

Holding his breath to regain composure Matty pushed the button on his microphone and continued his ghostly groaning. “Yes! I can feel your magic. I must feel more of you. Please child… climb up upon my son that I might hug you for your assist.”

“Okay!” Maria stopped stroking metal and tried to figure out how best to climb the statue. Her feet slick it was impossible to find solid footing. Wiley filming away knuckled Tyson on the arm to go help her. Boots already off the middle brother stepped on over the edge of the cauldron and nearly slipped himself. A slow progression of steps he reached Maria and gripped her by her hips to hoist her in the air. Hands on the statue she carefully climbed up and cast her leg over the foot long penis, plus some. In her straddle she faced the statue hugging Oscar at first by his shoulders. Once her seat felt sturdy, she moved her arms up around the neck of the statue and hugged it tightly. Tyson remained close in case she fell but moved out of Wiley’s shot with the camcorder.

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