Tag non-con, flirtation The summer in the country seemed simple enough, she would find out otherwise in the days to come View Author’s Copyright Information
Kimberly rode in silence as the train made it’s way to the country, a place she had only visited once before, her aunt and uncle’s estate in Maine, a place she didn’t really want to go, but had been forced to by her worried parents in the city now far behind her. She reflected on how this had come to be, she thought that when she had graduated from high school she would be free to do whatever she saw fit, try whatever she wanted to, be the wanton slut she had always wanted to become if it was her choice, but alas, now she had to go to the country and the boredom of a sequestered life. The train raced onward to her inevitable doom with a rhythmic clickity clack, clickity clack, clickity clack. She dozed off after a while, with the double dose of motion sickness drugs taking their toll and spent the rest of the journey in the haze of a restless slumber until awakened by the announcement of her station. She looked around and found the car empty, except for the porter standing near the door to open it, she guessed that she had slept through the previous stops and all else had disembarked there. As the train pulled in to the rural town’s train station she saw the platform was empty of people, except for her Uncle George, the man who’s wife had prompted her parents to allow her to come there and be watched over to ‘keep her out of trouble, the trouble young ladies get into in the city these days.’
As the train echoed its final ‘clack’ and came to a stop she gathered her bags and went to the door to disembark, the porter smiled and bid her a farewell with a sheepish grin on his youthful face. He said “It was my pleasure to serve you, I hope to see you on the return journey,” as he waved her easily recognizable panties and stuffed them into his pocket. She hadn’t even realized, but he had taken advantage of her slumber and had removed her panties and tasted of her sweetness as she slept. She glared at him crossly and said “next time we meet, wake me up first.” And stepped from the train with a grin of satisfaction, the cool air flowed up her skirt and she could feel the wetness of her groin that she hadn’t been aware of with the grogginess of sleep still having hold of her.
She stepped closer to her uncle as the baggage handler brought forth the rest of her things, a large suitcase and a smallish steamer trunk. She thought to herself ‘all of my worldly possessions in two bags, hmph.’ Her uncle sighed at the task, but grasped the handle of the cart and began pushing it to the waiting pickup truck near the end of the station. Kimberly followed next with the baggage guy close behind, just in case George decided to take his cart, she chuckled to herself. The two men slung the bag and trunk into the back of the older model Ford and Clint quickly grabbed his cart and returned to the platform. George motioned for Kimberly to get in and without a word climbed into the driver’s seat and started the truck. She thought it strange that he hadn’t offered so much as hug, much less a hello, but figured he must have a reason for being such a butt head and let it go, for the time being anyway. On the ride to the estate, he looked over at her a couple of times, the darkness of his eyes said that he wasn’t pleased at having to ‘take care of’ yet another of his sister-in-law’s children for the summer. She sat silently as he drove and tried to remember the time when her older sisters had come to the estate for the summer, yes, it had been ten years already when the eldest came, since she had been not quite eight when that summer trip occurred, and now she was almost 18, by the end of summer she would be. Her thoughts fell on what she would do when she could indeed leave her miserable family behind and get on with the life she dreamt of having. They pulled on to the drive of the estate, it was as beautiful as she recalled. The stone pillars at the end of the drive with the marble statues of the lions were one of her more vivid memories, and she was glad to see them still there protecting the entrance. The two mile long drive was lined with maple and elm trees, all in the early stages of summer, fully leafed out and standing close to each other, almost obscuring the view of the fields, streams and woods that lay just beyond. She recalled her time as a girl of 6 when her mother had brought her here, the fun times of walking the open pastures and riding her uncle’s magnificent horses. She broke the silence and asked “Do you still keep a stable full of horses Uncle George?” He turned to her, and nodded, but still not a peep in reply. She thought ‘what a snob! Well maybe Aunt Clair will at least talk to me; otherwise it is going to be a very long summer.’ George brought the truck to a stop in front of the aging estate home, an elegant structure from decades gone by, stone walls covered by wisps of ivy, large windows unfettered by draperies of any sort, and flowers lining the walkway to the entrance. She stood at the side of the truck and was taken aback by the beauty of this oversized country cottage. She chuckled as the thought of him actually calling it that when she had been here so many years ago. About then an aging man appeared, must have been in his 70’s, but he helped George lift the trunk onto a cart and then the suitcase atop the pile and push it towards the massive entrance. Kimberly followed behind, not sure of what to think or do, so just followed along. About the time the two men got to the doorway it flung open, the massive double door must have been 12 feet tall and just about as wide, in the center stood Aunt Clair, the same as she had always looked, certainly the same as on her last visit to the city a few weeks earlier. Clair stepped to the side to allow the men to push the cart into the foyer and then stepped quickly to Kimberly, a heartwarming hug and gentle peck on the cheek, and a warm “Hello.” At last, Kimberly thought, someone who can talk. She returned the hug in kind and said “Hi Clair, thought I was going to spend the summer in silence” with a giggle. Clair looked at her and said “I’ll explain later, George isn’t talking these days. Now, let’s show you to your room, you probably want to rest or freshen up, or something.” The men had already gone ahead and placed the baggage in the room, but Clair saw fit to lead Kimberly on a short tour of the main level of the three story ‘cottage’ before going up the stairs to show her to the bedroom that she would call home for the next three months. The ceilings were all very high, the furnishings, though not ostentatious, were elegant, the walls of each hall and room nicely decorated with a combination of art deco and traditional paintings, Clair proudly gave a brief description of each as they passed. They finally had gone up the broad curved stairs from the foyer and were on the second story of the structure, where her room would be. They walked past several large paintings of Colonial Generals and such, some of which Kimberly actually recognized from the American history books in high school, some she didn’t, but what did it matter anyway., they were all long since dead and gone and she was ready to leap forth into her life, ‘as soon as I turn 18, I’m out of here’ was her thought. Clair had chattered the whole tour and Kimberly had not really been paying much attention, so when they got to the door of her room she was taken back by the question as Clair asked “Do you understand the house rules?” She lowered her gaze to the floor, and said “I’m sorry, I wasn’t listening, I was just looking at all of the new stuff to see, the house is so beautiful Aunt Clair.” Clair replied “Well, I guess that is OK, you rest for a while and I’ll go over them again at dinner, that will be at 6:00 PM **sharp**, that gives you two hours to rest, bathe, relax, or whatever you’d like, please don’t leave your area until the chime rings for dinner though.” Clair went to the door of the monstrous bedroom and left, closing the door behind her. Kimberly heard the key turn in the lock, guessing that Clair was locking her in to be sure of her ‘not leaving her area’….hmph.
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