Stepsister&#x27;s Place Ch. 02

by Ravenblackerotica

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John&#x27;s stepsister is to be sold into marriage

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<p align="center">*Chapter 1*

<p align="center">*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.

<p align="center">*Chapter 2*

<p align="center">*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.

<p align="center">*Chapter 3*

<p align="center">*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.

John's cheeks were flush but not as red as his sister's. She flung her
head back against the bed and whipped her long hair to the side as she
blew air into her palm and tried not to scream.

Marie pumped his shaft so well and long that John was close to orgasm.
He tried to warn her, to push her away so he wouldn't ruin her sheets.
But to his surprise, she pulled him closer and spread her pale, tender
thighs.

Working his cock faster, she slipped the tip of his cock beneath her
soaked panties so his tender urethra rested between her soft, wet pussy
lips and her moist panties. Pumping his cock harder and faster, Marie
let out small whimpers through the cracks of her fingers. John looked
at his sister and signaled that he was about to come. With high
eyebrows, Marie nodded to keep her mouth covered as she lift her hips
and pressed the tip of his cock against her clitoris.

Flexing his hard young cock, he spurted strings of semen up and down
her entire pussy. He covered her in his milky substance as he watched
her eyes roll back into her head and her body tense. John rubbed her
clit quickly through her messy panties. The gushing mess of her
spilling juices and his sticky semen lubed her clit and pussy lips that
he ground his fingers on now.

Faster and faster he rubbed her slit until her whole body went rigid
and she had moaned into her hand so loud, John swore they could hear it
in the barn outside. John continued to rub her pussy non stop as she
bucked and trembled on the mattress. Her free hand tried to swipe his
away from her sex, but he knew she was in ecstasy and wouldn't stop.
His fingers dug her panties deep into her pussy as he fingered her, and
Marie had to twist and turn and shove her face into the blanket to keep
from screaming.

When her never ending orgasm finally passed, Marie laid there
motionless for several seconds. Panting and staring at the ceiling, she
stayed still, as if trying to remember where she was.

There was a knock on the bedroom door that straightened both of them on
the bed.

"Marie? It's Tom, um, we're ready, er... done with the bargain."

"Um, uh okay," Marie said, standing quickly and panicking where she
stood. Her bedroom door had no lock on it. The only thing keeping Tom
and the world from knowing him and his sister were having sexual
relations was Tom's chivalrousness. John quickly stood and slid on his
pants, tying the waistband tight. Marie had more difficulties. Her
dress was stained by the dirt on John's hand and her skirt was sticky
with her juices and his semen.

In a mad rush, Marie stripped down naked and kicked her soiled clothes
beneath the bed. Her eyes met John's, and they both giggled silently at
the ridiculous panic of the moment.

"So may I come in?" Tom asked.

"No, no, um, no, I'll be right out," Marie said with wide, playful eyes
at John, who laughed to himself in response.

Sliding on fresh clothes, Marie finished tying the neck of her dress
and flattened the front of her skirt before looking to John for
approval. John saw the beautiful woman that was his stepsister standing
before and with a small smile, nodded approvingly. Marie seemed to like
his smile and before leaving, reached under the bed and with a wicked
smile, placed her dirty panties in his hand and planted a kiss on her
brother's lips. When the kiss ended, she whispered, "you can keep these
in your dresser for later."

Holding her soiled panties, John watched his stepsister sneak out her
door and greet her suitor.

<p align="center">*Chapter 4*

<p align="center">*Marie*

Marie toured Tom's plot of land that was near his father's. It was
still his father's, just a gifted portion that he could build his house
on and continue to help farm the land. That was his life. That was
everyone's life. Farm and help your family farm until you have kids and
take over the farm. Then the cycle continues when your kids become
adults.

As Marie looked at the skeleton of what would soon be 'their' house and
rode in a chariot around the property, she could only feel trapped.
Like she was stuck on a train traveling on train tracks away from where
she loved. She missed her mother. She missed how simple things seemed
when she was around. This life, the minimalism of it all, seemed
bearable when she was still alive.

But from the day they found her dead from an aneurism a month ago. From
the moment Marie entered the room and saw where her mother died in her
bed during the night, she knew her life would never be the same.

/This can't be my future. I can't let it be. This isn't the life I
want./

<p align="center">*Chapter 5*

<p align="center">*John*

John sat by himself on the far side of the pond. The heat of the day
lingered, though, the sun was setting now so he no longer sweated. This
had always been his spot to get away from it all since he was a child.
The woods reached out and enveloped the pond on all sides, giving him
the brief illusion that he was all alone, deep in the woods. The truth
was, he was only a 10-minute walk back to his father's house.

It was the way of life John had learned. You could cover up the pain.
You could hide from the pain. But you could not eliminate it. Pain was
life.

The leaves were changing as fall was overtaking the summer. The days
were growing shorter. John knew he should just pick a woman and settle
down. Another year couldn't go by without him not selecting a wife. The
longer he delayed marriage, the longer Marie would have to stay in the
house with her father. The longer she would suffer his tortures.

The truth was the only thing John feared more than his father was the
thought of him getting married and inevitably becoming a father. Father
was a term that disgusted John. He never wanted to become that.

John didn't hear Marie come up behind him. When her small delicate hand
reached out to touch his hard muscled back, John jolted from his seat
on the ground, turned, and snatched her wrist. Marie let loose a small
yelp as she was startled and fell beside John before he realized it was
her.

John's eyes widened and his grip loosened immediately as he leaned away
from his little sister.

"Oh, I'm sorry—"

"Are you okay?"

They both said at the same time.

"It's okay."

"I'm fine."

John smirked and looked at his lap at the awkward moment as Marie
giggled to herself. She adjusted her cream-colored dress out of habit,
sweeping it down to her legs.

"Well," Marie said in the silence's void. "Aren't you going to ask me
how my 'tour' was?"

John cleared his throat and looked about awkwardly. "How'd it go?"

Marie sighed as she leaned back, rolling her eyes where she sat. "It
was wonderful," she said sarcastically. "I got to see my entire future
laid out before me without the hassle of me having to decide."

John nodded silently, as was his way.

Marie smiled to herself as she shook her head. "How is it I spend time
with Tom and he can't stop himself from talking, then when I'm with
you, I can't seem to get you to speak?"

John felt a twist in his gut. He hated when authoritarian figures
pointed out his shyness. He enjoyed the silence and silence enjoyed
him. Growing up with an abusive father had taught him to speak only
when necessary and to keep his opinions to himself.

"Do you not like me?" Marie questioned.

"Of course I like you," John blurted out, almost shouting.

The silence hung between the two of them for several seconds and John
almost was going to apologize when a smile formed on his little
sister's lips. She looked so beautiful in the setting sunlight beside
the pond.

Marie moved forward, kissing his lips gently. He felt how soft her lips
were as John slid his tongue into her mouth. His hand cupped her cheek,
his fingers slid beneath her jaw as her hand rose to cup his hand. The
warm breeze whipped around them, rustling the fallen red, brown and
orange leaves on the grass about them. The passionate and sober moment
was a magical one. John kissed his stepsister deeply and long. The
union now was not one hidden in darkness or covered in deceit. They
kissed outdoors beneath the setting sunlight for the world to see.
There was nothing either could say about the moment other than they
were attracted to another.

A fish splashed gently in the pond as John lowered Marie to the grass
and, with their bodies formed against another, John's hand slid down to
her chest and when her cleavage and curvy breasts were exposed in the
neck of her dress. His finger felt the soft curves of her breasts
before he pressed his warm, rough palm inside her dress. Cupping her
bare breast, he felt Marie squirm where she laid as he kissed her.
Almost instantly, her nipple hardened into his palm as he started
making a circle into sober chest as their kiss grew more passionate and
deeper.

John's other hand was hooked around her hips, running wide circles over
her skirt on her butt cheek and upper thigh. He could sense Marie's
breaths becoming less controlled and her body growing more sensitive.
It was Marie's hands that slipped down her body and found his lingering
palm. Scooping up the front of her skirt, she guided her stepbrother's
hand between her warm thighs.

Marie placed John's palm directly on her damp underwear. His fingers
were already in place, John required no more consent to move forward.
His middle finger pressed on her moist slit through her underwear and
ground up and down on her slit as Marie's hips squirmed with him. He
kissed up his sister's neck behind her ear as he peeled her underwear
away and felt the short stubble of her pussy hairs. His rough fingers
made gentle circles around her clit as he bit and sucked and pulled on
her earlobe.

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"Oh... god, brother-yes..." Marie gasped.

John developed a pattern on his sister's ever wetting pussy. He would
swipe wide circles on her clit until she bucked and trembled, then he
would slip a line finger down the length of her hair slit and dip the
tip of his finger inside her hole. Pumping the first inch of his finger
in and out of her hole until her grunts and groans became wild and
loud, then he would repeat.

"Ohh, god yes-yess ohhh my god..." Marie would cry out as she spasmed.

The teasing pleasure became too much for his younger sister and with
surprising strength and assertiveness, she pressed on her older
brother's chest, rolling the muscular man onto his back as she
scrambled to her knees. Throwing a leg over his hips, she straddled him
as she bent over, desperate to get his tongue back in her mouth. Their
kiss was more ravenous now. Marie moaned as their lips met and his
hands gripped the back of her neck and ass with a rare assertiveness
for him.

Marie's cheek reddened as she panted between kisses, her hips ground on
her brother's hardening member in his pants. Untying a knot of string
at the neck of her dress, Marie raised up and pulled her dress off and
over her head. John used the moment of space to untie his pants and
struggled to slide his briefs and pants down below his massive,
throbbing erection.

When he laid back and watched his sister toss her dress to the grassy
hill beside them, John's eyes struggled to focus on anything but his
sister's beauty. Her perfectly sculpted naked body loomed over him as
her ample breasts swayed with her every movement. Her body contrasted
with the reds and magenta in the sky behind her as the sun kissed the
horizon of trees behind her. She pulled her long auburn hair to one
side of her shoulder as she blushed and smiled down at the way her
brother looked up at her. John's hands met Marie's sensitive ribs half
way as she leaned forward and gently slid his rough hands down her
sides.

John's fingers slid down her backside, parting her ass cheeks as she
grabbed each of them and squeezed. Marie gasped as her palms pressed
down on his flexed, swollen chest muscles. Her wet pussy lips teased
circles around the tip of his shaft. John's body, without thought,
raised his hips and pulled on her hips to be inside her. Marie's mouth
hung open in a perpetual gasp as the bulb of his thick cock pierced her
tight lips as she worked her hips lower on him.

Feeling the moist warmth of the inside of his sister's tight pussy
engulf the head of his cock, John groaned as Marie released a jagged
moan.

"Oh, god! I-" The words caught in Marie's throat as she held her breath
while lowering on her long and thick older brother.

The warm, wet feeling of her tight pussy engulfing his head was
intoxicating. The feeling made John's eyes roll into the back of his
head as his sister raised and lowered on him. Bit by bit she raised and
lowered on his shaft, itching lower each time.

"Oh, Ahh ahhhh!" Marie's moan turned to a different pitch as there was
an edge of pain in her voice. John froze.

His eyes were wide with concern as he looked up at the beautiful woman
with a puzzled face. She bit her lip as she managed her emotions.
Taking deep breaths in through her nose and out through her mouth,
Marie focused as she rocked on him again.

Slowly at first, she pressed her hips down his shaft and he felt her
warmth swallow more and more of him until she fit almost his entire
shaft inside her.

"Oh.... God, yes..." Marie groaned as her body convulsed on him. Her
breasts jiggled and swayed back and forth above him.

Reaching up, he took her breasts in his palms and massaged them
carefully. He pinched and flicked her nipples hard and watched her eyes
roll back as she continued to familiarize her pussy with his cock.

She bit her lower lip hard and looked down with a hooked smile in the
corner of her mouth. Laying her chest down to his, John wrapped his
arms around his sister's voluptuous body as she mashed her breasts
against his chest. Between panting breaths, the siblings kissed a long
and deep embrace that seemed to expand and encapsulate all of John's
world. The intensity and passion he felt his little sister pass to him
grew his cock hard and flexed it tall inside her dripping pussy.

"Mmm- ohhh," Marie moaned between kisses.

John's hands slid the length of her body before rounding and gripping
her curved ass. With firm hands, John slowly pressed down on her hips
and felt him penetrate her deeper.

"Oh yes, baby," Marie cooed. "Ahh gah..."

Marie's ass raised and lowered as he pulled her up and down again and
again. The deeper his cock penetrated, the more he saw Marie squint and
the louder she moaned.

"Oh god! Don't stop. Don't- don't stop, yes!"

Without realizing it, their pace had picked up considerably. John's
hands squeezed on her ass cheeks, making her squeal as he pulled her
ass down on himself over and over. Pressing his feet down into the
grass, he bucked his hips up into her. His sister raised up, flicking
her long hair high and up over her shoulder as she rode him harder.

Set against the red and purple setting sky, John watched his sister's
curvy breasts bounce in circles up and down as she fucked him. His
hands slid down to her meaty thighs as she ground her pussy into his
cock. Gripping her hips, he slammed her body down on his as he flexed
his body high, spearing his cock deep inside his sister's pussy. The
squishing sound of his throbbing cock slipping inside her gushing pussy
lips became the loudest sound in the wilderness beside the calm water
and setting sun.

Watching her tits clap and swing up to her chin with every thrust
became too much for him. John's cock flexed to full strength as Marie's
breathing became wild and panted.

"I- I- I- can't- I... oh, god," Marie squealed. "I'm gonna... I'm
gonna.... Oh god, baby, you're gonna make me orga- ahh"

John couldn't resist any longer.

Marie collapsed onto his chest as her body spasmed and her muscles
twitched. "I'm- oh god!" she screamed.

John's hands slipped against his sister's lower back and pressed down
on her ass cheeks as he continued to stuff her pussy with each thrust,
repeatedly.

"Ah ah ah ah ahhhh!" Marie cried.

John gritted his teeth as he felt his cock shoot warm strings of cum
deep inside his sister's pussy. Her tight lips milked him dry as her
spasming body slowly rode his shaft.

"Oh, John, yes... Oh..." his sister cooed. "Oh, brother, please, just
stay there... just stay here with me..."

They laid in the grass beside the water's edge, naked and with his cock
resting inside her. The moment didn't last nearly as long as they
wished. John loved the feeling of his little sister's delicate body
resting in his arms. But the sun had set and darkness was falling on
them.

Chapter 6

John

It was dark by the time John and Marie returned to the house. Father
would be upset, but one of the small positives of having a father who
was always in a foul mood was you never really noticed nor minded when
he was upset. The man was only a problem when he was drunk, which he
was just the night before, so it would be another week or two before he
would have recovered enough to be drunk again.

John smiled over at his little sister as they walked. Her skin was as
ghostly white as her dress as they walked under the rising moonlight.
She smiled back and reached out, taking his hand in her as they walked
down the gravel driveway. There was a feeling in his chest that he
couldn't describe. In all the years on this earth, John had only
isolated himself and ironed his emotions to the world. The quiet boy
wouldn't interact with anyone beyond the essentials, but for the first
time, he felt a sensitivity. Almost like it was an open wound. John had
exposed himself to another for the first time in his life. It was an
unnerving but pleasant feeling.

For just this moment, he felt safe.

They took the last turn at the rotting wood fence and turned to face
their house. The lanterns lit up the various windows of the house as
the black night choked the outside. John froze a dozen yards from the
front porch when he heard the clash of wood smashing against the wall.
Marie's body neared his as her grip tightened on his hand.

John flinched at another booming sound of wood snapping and glass
breaking. The second sound helped him home in on where the sound came
from.

It was his bedroom.

Through the curtain, John could see the faint light of his father's
lantern in his bedroom and the whirling motion of items being tossed
about in his room.

"Goddang, whores!" His father shouted, the drunken slurs clear in his
words. "Shoulda killed the lotta ya!"

"John," Marie gasped as she cupped his biceps. "My underwear. Was it-
did you leave it in your room?"

John's eyes widened as he realized what Marie already had. His father
had found her dirty underwear stashed in his dresser. Fear clenched his
chest. The man he was suddenly hidden behind the boy he felt to be.
Marie looked up into his shaken expression and could see him. She could
see his vulnerability.

He's going to kill me. Father's going to kill me.

The reality settled in on John's mind as his feet felt like concrete
blocks. Immovable and buried in the dirt.

"Where are ya boy!" His father shouted and slammed a door open. "You
outside?"

"John," Marie whispered. "John!"

Marie reached up and took John's face in his palms, turning his gaze to
her's.

"John, listen to me," she said. A calm control was in her voice. "Do
you trust me? Do you trust me??"

John was so confused by the question. His mind was focused on the
terrifying inevitability of pain about to come his way. He barely could
respond to her left field question.

"Y-yes, yes," he stuttered.

"Follow me, come on!"

John didn't understand what she was saying or doing, but he heard the
front door to the house explode open just as Marie's fingers
intertwined with his. Pulling him by his hand, John lurched into a
clumsy run, following his little sister towards the barn.

"Hey, boy! Get back here!" His father's shouts were drowned out by his
stampeding feet thundering down the porch stairs.

John's mind flashed back to when he was a child and he was chased down
just like this. Only that time, John had tripped in a pothole and fell
into the fetal position. His father took off his belt and whipped his
back where he laid for what felt like hours. He remembered the feel of
the metal clasp on the belt digging flesh from his back with each
strike. He remembered hearing how hard his father panted after finally
stopping.

At the jarring recollection of the memory, John nearly gave up his run.
The fear of what was about to come was too much. But Marie pulled
harder, guiding him inside the barn. She opened the gate and freed
Jonah, a black stallion John often rode, and Marly, a red-haired mare
Marie, was close too. The two horses called and snorted at their
friends' unexpected arrival.

Few people can ride a horse without a saddle, but both John and Marie
had done so with Jonah and Marly for years. It wasn't a typical ride;
they more did it as a challenge to themselves. The horses required no
instructions or prep before the run. The pull on the hair along their
neck and the feel of John swinging his leg over his back were all that
Jonah needed. Marie and Marly were the first out of the barn, quickly
followed by John and Jonah.

John clenched his knees tight around the side of the horse to stay
upright as they rode down the gravel road. From the darkness, his
father's hands swiped at John's leg and missed. Riding hard away from
the farm his entire life was built from, John kept sight of Marie as he
followed her with nothing but his horse and the clothes on his back.

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