Their Secret

“Come on, Claire! Hurry up, already. We both need this, and he’ll probably be back within an hour.”

A sliver of space between the boards acted as a peephole for you, allowing you to see your sister Bessy rather impatiently pulling your other sister into the barn. You’d caught them in a similar situation a few times over the last couple of weeks; the first being shortly after you had finished cleaning up in there. When you had checked later, nothing seemed different, which got you wondering what they might’ve been up to. As the youngest of the three, fresh out of high school, the direction your thoughts took things was rather predictable for any boy your age, though you felt a bit pressed to believe that the reality would live up to your imaginings. Bessy had a habit of picking up guys at the local gym every other week, the rapid change of “friends” apparently driven by how quickly she’d make them feel uncomfortably self-conscious. Claire, though certainly far more gentle by default, was just as easily wooed and almost as quick to hop from one relationship to the next. The simple fact was that neither of them ever seemed to express any interest in other girls, which naturally dissuaded any implied faux-incestuous subtext. But the seed of curiosity had been sown, and so you made it your mission to stave off boredom by finding out what your step-sister kept dragging your older-by-a-minute fraternal twin out to some private place while you were invariably kept otherwise occupied for.

The excuse for today had been the need to go get groceries. It was far too easy to simply take your bicycle and a backpack, and stash them off to the side of the drive where rows of corn were already growing taller than you. The fact that it also did a good job of hiding your short jog back just made it easier, allowing you to slip into the barn unnoticed to hide in one of the side rooms. Your cautious return was rather quickly rewarded by the rumble of the door sliding open to the sound of your bullish sibling’s demands. Following them with just your eyes was fairly easy. You could’ve kept track of them just by the sound of Bessy’s dark hooves hastily stomping around. There was a loud scrape from the next room over followed by a second. You knew it to be the sound of rather large pails that your parents kept for the small herd of dairy cows in their possession. Putting two and two together wasn’t terribly difficult, given you’d learned a certain amount of information on a spectrum of species of monsters during your later school years, information which seemed to be supported by gossip that inevitably found its way to more ears than not. Hearing about it was one thing. Seeing Bessy pull off her blouse, shucking the sleeves to leave the hem tucked into her jeans, and incidentally showing that she’d probably been wandering the house without a bra on all morning was quite another.

Claire, rather reserved by habit, simply set both pails at the bottom of the steps leading up to the loft, brushing an errant strand of her oddly multi-chromatic hair back, not particularly bothered that it had freed itself from her ponytail beyond the fact that it wanted to get in the way. Luckily for you, both Claire and Bessy had chosen to sit on the steps that placed them facing away from you as your older sibling took a seat immediately in front of your twin. With the safety of them looking elsewhere, you leaned out from around the doorway a little bit for a less restricted view. As obvious as what they were up to was, you didn’t take your eyes away for a second despite how you should’ve been ashamed for spying on your sisters like this. Claire’s hands wrapped gently around Bessy’s sturdy torso, meeting on her left breast as they almost immediately began kneading. Far more accustomed to Bessy being the rowdy child, you never imagined that she could make soft, tender gasps for anything, certainly not for being fondled by another girl. But there she was, the blush darkening her face practically audible. Claire leaned in close, whispering something that you had no chance to make out over the crescendo of pleased groans and dripping of milk into one of the carefully placed buckets.

At the moment, you were quite divided. On the one hand, the little slice of taboo eroticism from your sisters was something you really wanted to see to the end. On the other, though, being around once they were less distracted and possibly being caught wasn’t a particularly appealing idea. Bessy would’ve likely been furious, to say the least, which didn’t bode well when part of her difficulty keeping a boyfriend was by how she emasculated most of them. The concern about Claire was less tangible. Beware the quiet ones, as the saying goes. And caution would’ve been all well and good, had you not tripped over a slightly raised floorboard almost immediately upon opting to sneak away. There was no way either of your sisters could’ve missed the thump, and to expectation, both of their heads were glaring sharply in your general direction, even as you recovered behind the cover of the wall. Your heart sank as Claire stood up, stepping around Bessy as she resumed milking herself, though from the occasional light grunt, it seemed she might’ve been a bit too rough with herself, explaining why she would’ve enlisted Claire’s help. Claire was already heading straight for the only doorway between your way out and an awkward explanation. With nowhere to hide, you decided to at least take your lumps with some dignity.

“Hey, Bess? I so told you so when I said I thought I saw him drop the bike in the fields.” Claire’s arms, rather strong for how spritely she was by compare to Bessy, dragged you out of hiding to face your other sister.

“That’s just great.” Bessy muttered sarcastically before pulling you forward roughly. “Guess we can find out if Claire was bullshitting me when she claimed having a guy help out makes this shit easier.”