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Betty, a new career
(chap 3)
Betty heard her mother come in. It was about 4 am,
so she either worked overtime at the bar or she
spent some time with a man. Betty was up,
showered, and dressed by 8. She knew her mother
would likely sleep until noon and then be leaving at
three to work the four to midnight shift. Betty
cooked up eggs and toast for Rob and herself and
made a pot of coffee for her mom.
About noon, she heard her mother in the shower,
and then Mom came out, in an old robe, with a
towel around her hair. She was clearly Betty's
mother, blonde, leggy, but with more curves. She
sat and had her coffee and toast and cigarettes while
Betty and Rob had canned baked beans and franks
for lunch. "Kids, a gentleman said he'd be over
here this afternoon to replace the window unit in
my room. It's a used one, but any cooling is better
than none, right? You don't have to wait for him.
Go ahead and play, whatever you do. I told him the
door is never locked, and I don't think he'll steal
anything."
Shortly before three, her mother came out of her
room, dressed in her waitress uniform. It was
designed to increase tips. There was a short, black,
flared skirt, over frilly panties which were not
supposed to be seen, but, if she bent down or...
There was a tight, black, waist-cincher belt and a
tiny white apron. Her bra was from a catalog,
expensive but impressive. It accentuated her
cleavage, which might be seen when the top buttons
of her white blouse happened to come undone as
she served food and drinks, mostly drinks, as the
night wore on. She had black mesh hose and black
pumps with two-inch heels. Her hair was done up,
with a fake fall of blonde hair down her back. Her
eyebrows were drawn on, her eyelids blued, her
lashes lengthened, her cheeks blushing and her lips
bright red. She wore magnolia perfume, and her
nails matched her lips.
As soon as her mother left, Betty put on her
skimpiest bathing suit, an awful floral print, on sale
last year at Wal-Mart and a bit tight this year. "I'm
going to go out back and see if I can get a bit of tan.
I don't want to go back to school looking like I live
in a cave."
Rob took a pack of his mother's cigarettes, knowing
she wouldn't miss them, and said to his sister, "I'm
going to see if the guys are at the old barn. Don't
fall asleep out there. You could get a nasty burn."
"You know how Mom got that man to bring out an
air conditioner, don't you, Rob?"
"I think I do. Bye."
Betty took a towel to lie on and went out back. She
pulled the garden hose out to its full length, 50 feet,
and dragged the end into a clump of bushes, her
little hideaway. She lay in the sun a while, but she
took off her top and bottom, to get an all-over tan.
She knew her classmates would be impressed, if it
was obvious that she sunbathed in the nude. She
lay there, letting her imagination run wild. Then
she held the hose nozzle against her anus and
twisted it part way on, as Rob had done. As the
water flowed into her, she was able to work the
nozzle farther in, far enough that it would stay. She
rolled onto her back and fingered herself, as the
water slowly filled her. She could almost see her
flat tummy swelling, as the awful priest of the
Spanish Inquisition administered the water torture,
to make her confess to witchcraft.
Her playtime was interrupted, when she heard a
truck pull up and stop in her mother's parking
space, only about thirty feet a way. She turned off
the water and lay very quietly until she was sure he
was inside with the window unit. She squatted by a
bush and pulled out the hose, gushing lumpy water.
She gave herself another dose, just to make sure she
was clean inside, and spent a few minutes squatting,
to make sure she was really drained. Then she put
on her bathing suit and washed some of the brown
lumps into the roots of the bush. No one would
know. She waited until the man came out and the
truck left, before she put the hose back and went in
the trailer. She could hear the hum of the air
conditioner from her mother's room. She looked at
herself in a mirror. Her chest was a bit pink and
tender, so she decided that was enough sun for one
day. She went into Rob's room and took one of his
large, long-sleeved shirts. The tails came to her
knees. She would not have trespassed in Rob's
room before yesterday, but after last night she felt
she had a right to go there. She took the two ties
from last night and used them to stuff her little bra.
It looked silly and obvious, but...
Rob sat for a while in the old barn, smoking and
remembering what had happened there yesterday.
Richard and Todd and Jimmy, and Rod, too,
kidnaped Betty and raped her ass. God, that was
exciting, but Rob had really worried about his half-
sister. That was major child abuse. If the boys had
been 18 or older, they could have gone to jail. But
apparently no harm was done. Betty made that
clear when she came into Rob's bedroom last night.
Still, it was something to think about. He knew he
would never forget this last 24 hours.
Richard and Todd showed up. The boys sat on hay
bales and smoked and didn't have much to say.
Then Jimmy, Rob and Betty's cousin, arrived. He
didn't smoke. He had a tendency to talk too much.
Jimmy picked up some wilted nettles, the ones he
had gathered yesterday to torture Betty with, if she
didn't cooperate. "Jeez, did that really happen
yesterday?"
"Yes, you dip-shit," replied Richard.
"Rob," said Jimmy, "is Betty alright?"
"Second thoughts, Jimmy? Regrets?"
"No, Rob. It was great. I just wanted to make
sure... I mean, Betty's not mad or anything. Did
she tell anyone?"
Richard, who had watched Betty, sitting there
naked, while she watched the pornographic video,
just smiled. Then he said, "Rob had a little talk
with her, and things are OK. She's not going to
report you to the police or anything like that."
Todd was the quiet one, but he looked up at the
ceiling and mused, "I never met a girl like Betty
before. I think I'm in love."
"Yeah? What would you do if she showed up here
again?" said Richard.
"Never happen," said Todd.
Todd was wrong. After a while, Betty showed up,
her bare legs a little scratched from picking her way
through the overgrown field. To the boys, it looked
as if she was wearing nothing but the shirt. "Betty,"
said Rob, "did you really mean to come here? Do
you think it was wise?"
"Why shouldn't I come here? Suddenly you don't
allow girls?"
Richard put on a serious voice: "You have to be
careful around lustful boys. Todd's in love with
you. Don't tease."
"Don't tease?" said Betty, slowly unbuttoning the
front of the shirt.
"That's my shirt, isn't it?" said Rob.
"I didn't think you'd mind. It's for a good cause."
"If you don't leave soon, you can't tell what might
happen... again."
In the shade of the barn, Betty slid the shirt off her
shoulders and arms and let if fall into the hay. She
was standing there displayed in the fabric
equivalent of a handkerchief. "Betty, do you know
what you are doing?" said Rob.
"Same thing Mom does. I'm trailer trash, and I
might as well admit it."
"Betty, I think you and I need to have a little talk, in
private, now," said Rob, standing up and taking her
arm. "You did get too much sun, didn't you."
"Todd," said Betty cheerfully, "you father does
home remodeling, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, he's a general handyman."
"Didn't I see several air conditioners in your side
yard?"
"Yeah."
"Do they work?"
"Yeah, they should. They're old, but they're not
broken."
"I want two of them. You guys can figure it out
among yourselves, one for my room, one for Rod's
room."
"If you get two air conditioners, what do we get?"
"Same as yesterday."
Rod, still holding her arm, shook her and said,
"Betty, you are not a whore."
"Rob," she answered sweetly, "I don't have the
money to go out and buy me an air conditioner.
And if your friends have some...."
"Betty, don't sell your body to these guys."
"Is that a guy thing, Rob? You could give away a
good look at my naked body, but I can't?" Richard
laughed. Rob dropped Betty's arm. "Todd, is it a
deal? You can go first."
"Deal," said Todd.
"We can use my car to bring them over to your
place," said Richard.
"I'll help install them," added Jimmy.
Betty reached back and untied the strings of her
little bathing suit top. As she took it off, she tossed
the two neckties she had used for padding to Rob.
Before anyone could stop her, she was sliding the
bathing suit bottom down her legs. Naked, she
walked over to Todd. "Todd, you are the guest of
honor today." She kissed him, and he grabbed at
her, hugged her, felt up her tits. She pushed away
and said, I want you to tie me to that hay bale, very
tightly, and then I want you to fuck my ass, hard."
She handed him a little bottle of hair conditioner,
motel size, from her mother's dresser. "Don't pay
any attention, if I tell you to stop. Just stay out of
my vagina; I don't want to get pregnant."
Rod handed the neckties to Todd and stood back.
Richard and Todd had a hushed conference, and
then they proceeded to prepare Betty. She did not
resist. They put her on her back on the hay bale and
tied her elbows to the bailing wire with the binder
twine. Her butt hung over the edge of the bale.
Then they tied the ties to her ankles and raised
them, pushing them back until they were past her
shoulders and the ties could be tied to the bailing
wire, too. She was bent double, with her vulva
exposed and her anus looking upwards. Todd
opened the bottle and poured some white liquid
over her little hole, working it in with a finger.
Then he bent down and French-kissed her lower
mouth, sliding his tongue between her labia,
looking for her clit. Jimmy and Richard got out of
their clothes, but Todd was going first, so Jimmy
rubbed Betty's tits while Richard fingered her cunt
and Todd undressed.
"Betty, I love you," said Todd, as he drove his prick
downward, into her upturned hole. Richard kept
fingering her, and Jimmy worked on her breasts, as
Todd ravished her rectum.
All Betty said was, "Harder!"
Richard and Todd exchanged places, and Richard
got his rocks off. While Richard and Todd dressed,
Jimmy took his turn and began to dress. "Rod,
you'll see she gets home alright?" said Todd.
Then Rod and Betty were alone again. Rod went
over to her to untie her ankles. "Not yet, Rod."
"What does my slutty sister want now?"
"Same as last night, you. I haven't come yet. It's
not the same with those guys. I need you. Please,
Rod, be good to me. I've got you an air conditioner
for your room, haven't I?" Rod stepped back and
began to undress.
When he fucked her ass, she didn't just lie there
quietly. She howled as she came, and then she
giggled. "Please, Rob, would you do that again?"
Rob didn't think he could do it again right away, so
he used his fingers, and she went absolutely crazy,
sweating, her nipples huge, her chest blushing, her
cunt gushing, and her mouth saying the most awful
things. He untied her, but she insisted on sucking
his cock, and, before he came, she bent forward
over the bale and offered her ass to him again.
When they were both spent, there was nothing to do
but get dressed and go home.
"Betty," said Rob considerately, "You don't want to
get your bare legs scratched up. Let me carry you
as far as the road."
"Thank you, Sir Knight," she said with a smile, and
she kissed him before hopping into his arms.
Some time had passed by the time Rod and Betty
walked around to the back door of the trailer, hand
in hand. It wasn't so quiet inside. And it was cool.
Their mother never did ask where the two
additional window units came from.
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