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Chapter Two

An hour later, one bowl down, and Elizabeth was feeling nicely toasted. Gandalf, the horse, continued to munch his hay above her as Elizabeth prattled on to him about how horrible her life was, and what a bitch Kayla was.

Elizabeth almost didn't notice the hoof-beats just before the main barn door pulled open, and late-afternoon sun came flooding in.

"Fuck!" she brought her hand up, shielding her eyes from the light.

"Oh... Hey," Kayla said in her slow, relaxed, almost lazy southern drawl. Her tall, slender form stood silhouetted against the light flooding in through the open door; cowboy hat sitting lightly atop her mass of curly, chocolaty-brown hair as she held the bit to her horse.

As Kayla led her horse in, closing the door behind her, Elizabeth's bloodshot eyes readjusted to the light, and eyed her stepsister suspiciously.

Kayla led her horse past Elizabeth, looking at her curiously, with eyes, as blue as her own, but softer, more like the sky, than the icy cold gaze that Elizabeth returned.

Placing the horse in his stall, she pulled off his saddle, bit, and other riding gear, and crossed back in front of Elizabeth, hefting the heavy saddle in front her without much effort. Kayla was very athletic, and had a well-sculpted, but not unfeminine, physique.

"Dad and Mom gone?" she asked diplomatically, heaving the saddle into it's storage spot.

"She's not _your_mother," Elizabeth shot back viciously.

"She's as close as I've ever had," Kayla offered back without any venom, as she passed back in front of Elizabeth, still eying her with those large blue eyes. "My momma died when I was five, so's I ain't never had anyone to help me take care of Daddy or to teach me girly stuff. It's been real nice for me, havin' her around."

"Well, she just fucking loves you, doesn't she? The daughter she never fucking had!" Elizabeth spat at her.

Kayla ignored the jibe, filling up a bucket full of water for her horse at a sink at the far end of the barn. Angry at the reminder of how much more her mother liked Kayla than herself, and not considering the consequences, Elizabeth pulled her pipe back out and began packing the bowl with the last bit of weed she had. By the time Kayla was walking back to her horse's stall with the bucket, Elizabeth had the bowl filled and was lifting the pipe to her lips.

"Y'all shouldn't do that," Kayla said in her lazy drawl; again, almost diplomatically.

Elizabeth's hand holding the pipe dropped, and she looked up at Kayla with intense loathing. "First of all, it's not 'y'all', there's only me here. Second, what fucking business is it of yours what I do? If I need to smoke a little herb to deal with living in this _Deliverance_shit-hole you call a town, then I fucking will!" she lashed out.

"Well, y'all_can go fuck _y'all'self, then," Kayla finally fought back.

"Pfft... I'd rather fuck your boyfriend," Elizabeth muttered, bringing the pipe up to her lips once again. She paused, and dropped it down again as she added, "Tell me, how is it that you keep the finest piece of ass in the school wrapped around your fucking finger, when you're such a fucking goody-two-shoes prude? I mean... don't get me wrong, you're hot, in a Daisy Duke, Elllie-Mae sort of way. But seriously, Kayla... have you ever even given him so much as a fucking handjob? Don't you just want to fucking jump him? Or is your pussy so worn and stretched out from all this horse-cock, like Queen Victoria, that you don't want to let him see how nasty and torn-up you are?"

"It was Catherine the Great, of Russia, ya dumbass. And, it was just a myth," Kayla retorted. Her eyes still had none of the icy venom that Elizabeth's usually held, but there was a fire beginning to smolder in their depths.

"Oh, my bad," Elizabeth shot back, "You've just been... what was it? 'Taking care of Daddy'? That's how you rednecks roll, right? Keep it in the family?" With that final jab, Elizabeth lifted the pipe to her lips once again, and flicked the lighter on.

As the flame touched the tightly-packed weed in the bowl, a cascade of icy-cold water splashed across Elizabeth, drenching her, and completely dousing the last of her pot.

"What the fuck!" she screamed, but before she could even clear the water and mascara from her eyes she felt a hand take a powerful grip on her hair at the base of her skull. Elizabeth screeched as Kayla yanked her to her feet by the hair. Elizabeth's arm flew out, trying to strike blindly, but Kayla deftly caught it, and twisted it behind Elizabeth's back into a submission hold. All too late, Elizabeth realized what a stupid move it had been to antagonize someone who was so much more physically-inclined than she was. She screamed in defiance as she was dragged bodily by her stepsister across the barn. Gandalf and the other horses whinnied nervously in the background at the commotion.

Still blinded by her running make-up, Elizabeth had the wind knocked-out of her as her stomach hit the hard leather of Kayla's saddle, lying over a thick wooden railing. Kayla let go of her hair, and grabbed Elizabeth's other flailing arm. "It's time I learned ya some god-damned manners, bitch!" she grunted. Pinning both of Elizabeth's arms by the wrists in a submission hold with a single hand, Kayla grabbed a nearby rope with the other and proceeded to hog-tie Elizabeth.

"Gaaaahhhh! What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Elizabeth screamed.

She was answered first with a slap across her mouth, silencing her. "Learnin' ya some fucking manners, ya ungrateful bitch!"

Elizabeth squealed as she felt Kayla's hand take hold of the hem of her skirt and yank it up sharply, exposing her alabaster ass-cheeks, and pulling her black lace panties into a slightly painful, yet somewhat arousing wedgie.

"First off,y'all," Kayla emphasized the pronoun, "Don't fucking smoke in the barn!" she instructed as her hand came down with a resounding SLAP across Elizabeth's right cheek. "I don't give a fuck," Kayla continued, administering another sharp slap to the left cheek, "if ya smoke weed or not," she continued alternating strikes between Elizabeth's ass cheeks, "but don't... fucking... smoke... in the... fucking... barn... or y'all might... light... the whole... fucking thing... on fire... and kill... my fucking horses!"

With each strike, Elizabeth squealed. But it was a mixture of pain and delight that shot through her flesh like lightning bolts with each of Kayla's strikes.

"Next!" Kayla leaned in and huffed into Elizabeth's ear. She was breathing heavily; even more so than Elizabeth. "Don't ever," Kayla pulled back and resumed her paddling of Elizabeth's ass, "disrespect my Daddy! He... took in... you... and your... whore mother... and treats her... like... a fucking queen!" Again, though Elizabeth writhed and struggled with each blow, along with the pain came an excitement that was completely unexpected, but not wholly unwelcome.

"Finally," Kayla panted, "y'all think you can peel off my man, Miss 'Big City Slut'?" Grabbing hold once again of the hair at the base of Elizabeth's skull with one hand, instead of striking Elizabeth's once pale-white ass cheeks - now bright, stinging red - Kayla's hand thrust between Elizabeth's swollen cheeks. Her thumb pressed in against the taught fabric covering her stepsister's clenched anus. Her long, elegant index and ring fingers each drew down through the fabric, pressing firmly, but gently against Elizabeth's outer labia as her middle finger worked it's way up through the intervening space, till it found her clitoris and teased it with the ball of the finger-tip through the fabric of Elizabeth's undergarments.

Elizabeth moaned. Her pussy was now sopping wet, dampening the cloth of her panties. Kayla leaned in close, and whispered in her southern drawl into Elizabeth's ear as she rubbed her clitoris, "Y'all wanna know why I got Mikey wrapped 'round my fucking finger? Because my pussy is sweeter an' juicier than a fuckin' Georgia peach! Y'all think y'all's big-city whore-pussy can compete with that?"

Kayla's fingers and thumb deftly slipped around the fabric of Elizabeth's panties. Elizabeth squealed as Kayla's thumb probed into her anus, and her middle finger began exploring her exposed vagina as her index and ring fingers spread her inner labia apart.

Kayla's middle finger hadn't even gotten in up to the first joint when she abruptly stopped. Backing her torso up off of Elizabeth, but keeping her hands firmly in-place, she exclaimed, "Why you lyin' little bitch!" with astonishment.

Her middle finger pulled away to once again tease Elizabeth's clitoris. She leaned in again, cooing in Elizabeth's ear, "Why you lyin' little bitch. Here, y'all been makin' out like y'all's some kinda big-city sexpert. And really... y'all's a god-damned virgin!"

Elizabeth whimpered at the combination of Kayla's digital prowess and her accusation, but didn't confirm the latter. The truth, however, was undeniable. Kayla had felt her stepsister's hymen.

"Well this changes everything," Kayla cooed into Elizabeth's ear, "See, I don't mind sharin' Mikey... Fact is, I kinda like seein' him make other girls melt. But, I only let him have other girls if they's _my_girls."

Elizabeth gasped at Kayla's continued teasing of her pussy.

"The question is... Do you wanna be one of mygirls?" Kayla breathed into Elizabeth's ear.