Kassyghost
Star
- Joined
- Oct 24, 2016
- Location
- Six feet under the dirt
Kassy Kain Stood admiring herself in the mirror in her room, she'd really filled out in the last year, in fact it seemed almost to the day she'd turned 16 four months ago she'd sprouted her new large perky breasts and bubble butt with swelled her Cheer uniform out now. She was only a sophmore in high school but she'd elevated herself in status and mostly hung out with the Senior girls cheer squad. It shouldn't have surprised her, her mother, Samantha was built amazingly, but up until Kassy had turned 16 she'd been little more than a beanpole.
Kassy grabbed her pom-poms and struck a pose, "GO LEOPARDS!!!" She yelled. Tonight was the state finals, which her big brother, Jason would surely lead the Leopards to a win; as well as the last day of school before winter break. Kassy would miss her friends but on a bright point she'd get to see her extended family. Her father had rented a ski resort lodge for Christmas and right after the game they were leaving for Colorado. He'd invited the whole family, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins galore, all of which Kassy hadn't seen since she was young. For whatever reason her family hadn't kept in close touch with their relatives. Kassy knew it had something to do the fact that their father had a really good career and made a lot of money and the rest of the family was low-middle class which bred a little jealousy. Well that and Daddy's brother had done some prison time and Kassy's mom didn't particularly care for him. Kassy really only had fond memories of him though, bouncing on his knee when she was very young and tracing his tattoos with her fingers, she couldn't wait to see him again.
"Well time to stop reminiscing and get packed for the trip" She announced to herself.
Downstairs Samantha was nervously packing her own suitcase. Sure it was nice that Mark, her husband, had splurged and rented out an entire ski lodge for Christmas, but the part she didn't like was that he'd also invited his family and that's what scared her. She remembered back when she'd first met Marcus Kain in college, he seemed so perfect and in many ways he was just that, perfect. He was gifted athletically, lettering in both football and baseball, but his mind was what always amazed her. He was a genius and she'd never known him to get any less than a straight A's all the way through school. So when he first came to her sorority and asked her on a date she practically melted, all her sorority sisters were instantly jealous. Samantha felt like the belle of the ball, and as the weeks turned to months and then to years she'd fallen head over heels for what seemed like prince charming. No real temper, no bad habits, church going, never even looked at another girl, she was absolutely sure she was going to marry him and live the perfect life, but there was one thing. In the years she'd dated him, she'd never once met any of his family, not a single member came to visit and he never seemed to go home on school breaks, not even a phone call.
So one day, Marc dropped to his knee a presented her with a promise ring, totally old school, almost a pre-engagement. She'd been completely flattered but it was then that the her flood of worry about the absent family came flooding forth. She told him if she were to accept it, she wanted to meet his family first. The look on his face was something closer to being punched in the stomach than what it was. He of course reluctantly agreed and the next weekend they took the trip out to the country to meet them. She'd remembered the whole trip he'd looked like he was going to be ill. He told her precious little about them. Apparently his Father Floyd Kain had been shot and killed while trying to rob a local dive bar, and that his Mother, Agnes had done the best she could with the brood of kids he'd left her with. Marc and Clint were the oldest, twin brothers. Then there was three younger sisters, Lydia, Katherine, and Bobby Sue.
She remembered pulling into the driveway and seeing the 'home' for the first time, it was a shitty run down mobile home with a yard full of broken rusty cars and junk strewn everywhere. It was like some weird dream, her mind couldn't comprehend how such a handsome, perfect man could have grown up here. But then the dream got weirder, the door of the trailer slammed open and out came a shirtless man that could have been a clone of Marc. His brother Clint strode out toward their rented car and with the exception of his cheap tattoos and longer greaser hair, Clint looked exactly like Marc.
Clint had bent down, not on his brother's side but the passenger side where Samantha had been sitting, he leaned in with a big smile and placed a big kiss right on her lips. "Howdy baby, I'm Clint, Marcus' brother. Nice to meet you." He'd said, booze reeking off his breath. Marc had scolded him and apologized to her, but most the rest of the weekend was a blur. The family was what people would call poor white trash. Agnes their mother looked like she'd spent most her free time in bar, alcohol and hard living prematurely aging her. The daughters were on similar paths. Lydia was a couple years younger than Samantha and worked at a local strip club. Katherine looked like she smoked Meth, and young Bobby Sue who was only 12 at time she'd met her spent most her time running around topless. Dinner was cheap spaghetti with soggy garlic bread and most the family disappeared afterward, too busy to stay and visit with Marc or Samantha.
Evening turned to night and Marc showed her his old room and told her she could stay there, he'd offered to take the fold out couch, like the perfect gentleman he was. Sam had noticed the other bed in the room, and Marc had said it was Clint's but not to worry, Clint 'worked' nights afterall. Soon Samantha drifted off to sleep but only a few hours later she was awakened in the dark of night. She felt Marc slipping into the bed next to her, it was strange, they'd did little more than kiss and some mild petting, and now she felt his naked body pressed up against her and then crawling on top of her. She wasn't mad or frightened at all, in fact Samantha had wanted to become more physical with Marc for some time now, but he'd always seemed hesitant. Now though he moved with experience, gripping her body, massaging her breasts and nipples, then down below, masterfully working his finger on her moist cleft. She kissed him deeply and moaned as he entered her. He was rougher than she'd first expected, but she liked it and worked her hips against his in motion. It was then, at the moment of climax for her and him that the lights came on and Samantha first saw the big eagle tattoo on the chest of the man that had just ejaculated inside her, this wasn't Marc, it was Clint. Marc was standing in the doorway one hand on the light switch the other clasping over his mouth in shock and surprise. Needless to say an insane brawl took place, fairly even with both men getting in many good shots. Marc packed their bags and he and Samantha left in the middle of the night. Marc apologized almost the whole way back to college, and after a while they were able to put it behind them.
On a good note the horrible experience did seem to accelerate their relationship, Marc proposed immediately and they were married on a couple weeks later. Very soon after that Samantha became pregnant with Jason, and although the thought that Jason might actually be Clint's son instead of Marc's, she never mentioned a word. Jason resemble Marc to a T and his good nature and hard work ethic made Samantha quite sure he was Marc's blood. They'd found out that Clint went to prison soon after that night for armed robbery and narcotics manufacturing and so for many years they had no contact with him.
Over course 10 years ago Clint had been released and tried to get back in contact with his brother. Clint claimed that he'd cleaned up his act in prison and wanted to make amends for what had happened. Marc being the good soul that he was, agreed and Clint had come for a visit. Marc had a great job by then and Jason was 8, and Kassy was 6 years old. Clint acted well, spoiling the kids and explaining that he'd been high as a kite the night the incident had happened. Maybe he really had turned over a new leaf, Samantha had thought. Of course that was until she'd walked into Kassy's room and found Clint inappropriately touching Kassy. She yelled and freaked out, and kicked Clint out.
Samantha had really thought that was the last they'd seen of that side of the family, but for some reason, yet unclear to her, Marc decided to give them another chance this Christmas. Samantha prayed to God things would go smoothly, but in the back of her mind she feared it wouldn't. It was then she heard the front door and called out, "MARC HONEY IS THAT YOU?"
Kassy grabbed her pom-poms and struck a pose, "GO LEOPARDS!!!" She yelled. Tonight was the state finals, which her big brother, Jason would surely lead the Leopards to a win; as well as the last day of school before winter break. Kassy would miss her friends but on a bright point she'd get to see her extended family. Her father had rented a ski resort lodge for Christmas and right after the game they were leaving for Colorado. He'd invited the whole family, Aunts, Uncles, and Cousins galore, all of which Kassy hadn't seen since she was young. For whatever reason her family hadn't kept in close touch with their relatives. Kassy knew it had something to do the fact that their father had a really good career and made a lot of money and the rest of the family was low-middle class which bred a little jealousy. Well that and Daddy's brother had done some prison time and Kassy's mom didn't particularly care for him. Kassy really only had fond memories of him though, bouncing on his knee when she was very young and tracing his tattoos with her fingers, she couldn't wait to see him again.
"Well time to stop reminiscing and get packed for the trip" She announced to herself.
Downstairs Samantha was nervously packing her own suitcase. Sure it was nice that Mark, her husband, had splurged and rented out an entire ski lodge for Christmas, but the part she didn't like was that he'd also invited his family and that's what scared her. She remembered back when she'd first met Marcus Kain in college, he seemed so perfect and in many ways he was just that, perfect. He was gifted athletically, lettering in both football and baseball, but his mind was what always amazed her. He was a genius and she'd never known him to get any less than a straight A's all the way through school. So when he first came to her sorority and asked her on a date she practically melted, all her sorority sisters were instantly jealous. Samantha felt like the belle of the ball, and as the weeks turned to months and then to years she'd fallen head over heels for what seemed like prince charming. No real temper, no bad habits, church going, never even looked at another girl, she was absolutely sure she was going to marry him and live the perfect life, but there was one thing. In the years she'd dated him, she'd never once met any of his family, not a single member came to visit and he never seemed to go home on school breaks, not even a phone call.
So one day, Marc dropped to his knee a presented her with a promise ring, totally old school, almost a pre-engagement. She'd been completely flattered but it was then that the her flood of worry about the absent family came flooding forth. She told him if she were to accept it, she wanted to meet his family first. The look on his face was something closer to being punched in the stomach than what it was. He of course reluctantly agreed and the next weekend they took the trip out to the country to meet them. She'd remembered the whole trip he'd looked like he was going to be ill. He told her precious little about them. Apparently his Father Floyd Kain had been shot and killed while trying to rob a local dive bar, and that his Mother, Agnes had done the best she could with the brood of kids he'd left her with. Marc and Clint were the oldest, twin brothers. Then there was three younger sisters, Lydia, Katherine, and Bobby Sue.
She remembered pulling into the driveway and seeing the 'home' for the first time, it was a shitty run down mobile home with a yard full of broken rusty cars and junk strewn everywhere. It was like some weird dream, her mind couldn't comprehend how such a handsome, perfect man could have grown up here. But then the dream got weirder, the door of the trailer slammed open and out came a shirtless man that could have been a clone of Marc. His brother Clint strode out toward their rented car and with the exception of his cheap tattoos and longer greaser hair, Clint looked exactly like Marc.
Clint had bent down, not on his brother's side but the passenger side where Samantha had been sitting, he leaned in with a big smile and placed a big kiss right on her lips. "Howdy baby, I'm Clint, Marcus' brother. Nice to meet you." He'd said, booze reeking off his breath. Marc had scolded him and apologized to her, but most the rest of the weekend was a blur. The family was what people would call poor white trash. Agnes their mother looked like she'd spent most her free time in bar, alcohol and hard living prematurely aging her. The daughters were on similar paths. Lydia was a couple years younger than Samantha and worked at a local strip club. Katherine looked like she smoked Meth, and young Bobby Sue who was only 12 at time she'd met her spent most her time running around topless. Dinner was cheap spaghetti with soggy garlic bread and most the family disappeared afterward, too busy to stay and visit with Marc or Samantha.
Evening turned to night and Marc showed her his old room and told her she could stay there, he'd offered to take the fold out couch, like the perfect gentleman he was. Sam had noticed the other bed in the room, and Marc had said it was Clint's but not to worry, Clint 'worked' nights afterall. Soon Samantha drifted off to sleep but only a few hours later she was awakened in the dark of night. She felt Marc slipping into the bed next to her, it was strange, they'd did little more than kiss and some mild petting, and now she felt his naked body pressed up against her and then crawling on top of her. She wasn't mad or frightened at all, in fact Samantha had wanted to become more physical with Marc for some time now, but he'd always seemed hesitant. Now though he moved with experience, gripping her body, massaging her breasts and nipples, then down below, masterfully working his finger on her moist cleft. She kissed him deeply and moaned as he entered her. He was rougher than she'd first expected, but she liked it and worked her hips against his in motion. It was then, at the moment of climax for her and him that the lights came on and Samantha first saw the big eagle tattoo on the chest of the man that had just ejaculated inside her, this wasn't Marc, it was Clint. Marc was standing in the doorway one hand on the light switch the other clasping over his mouth in shock and surprise. Needless to say an insane brawl took place, fairly even with both men getting in many good shots. Marc packed their bags and he and Samantha left in the middle of the night. Marc apologized almost the whole way back to college, and after a while they were able to put it behind them.
On a good note the horrible experience did seem to accelerate their relationship, Marc proposed immediately and they were married on a couple weeks later. Very soon after that Samantha became pregnant with Jason, and although the thought that Jason might actually be Clint's son instead of Marc's, she never mentioned a word. Jason resemble Marc to a T and his good nature and hard work ethic made Samantha quite sure he was Marc's blood. They'd found out that Clint went to prison soon after that night for armed robbery and narcotics manufacturing and so for many years they had no contact with him.
Over course 10 years ago Clint had been released and tried to get back in contact with his brother. Clint claimed that he'd cleaned up his act in prison and wanted to make amends for what had happened. Marc being the good soul that he was, agreed and Clint had come for a visit. Marc had a great job by then and Jason was 8, and Kassy was 6 years old. Clint acted well, spoiling the kids and explaining that he'd been high as a kite the night the incident had happened. Maybe he really had turned over a new leaf, Samantha had thought. Of course that was until she'd walked into Kassy's room and found Clint inappropriately touching Kassy. She yelled and freaked out, and kicked Clint out.
Samantha had really thought that was the last they'd seen of that side of the family, but for some reason, yet unclear to her, Marc decided to give them another chance this Christmas. Samantha prayed to God things would go smoothly, but in the back of her mind she feared it wouldn't. It was then she heard the front door and called out, "MARC HONEY IS THAT YOU?"