Unknown - Wild for horses

"Tanya! Come and set the table for dinner!"

"All right Mom, be there in one second!" Tanya called back.

She was sitting in her room in the middle of her pink shag carpet, looking through one of her horse books. Tanya loved horses. More than anything else.

Of course she had hardly ever even been near a real one.

She had seen them as a little girl, in the circus.

And she had seen them on TV and in the movies.

But she had never even ridden a real horse.

The idea of being on top of all that power and that brute animal force was thrilling to her. And scary too. So she collected books about horses.

Lying on her stomach on the floor, the pretty, pert sixteen year old made a pretty picture. She had lush thick dark hair that glinted with red.

And she had firm, taut white little buttocks that looked like little hillocks now, round and jutting out of her blue panties, as she lay on her stomach.

She was wearing nothing else but a blue t-shirt.

She spread her legs wide on the carpet while she looked through her picture books.

One arm wormed under her body, between her round little hills that were her breasts.

She let one hand slide down into her panties.

Suddenly, her fingers were sliding up and down in a wet canal.

She closed her eyes and thought of riding a horse.

The big black stallion that she had a photograph of, with his front legs rearing up in the air. Her fingers slid into her honey pot and brushed her clit.

"Oooooh, down boy!" she moaned to herself while she writhed.

Just then Jason stuck his head in the door.

"Hey, Mom said for you to come and set the table!"

He looked down at his younger sister. And saw what she was doing.

"Jesus Christ! You're disgusting!" he told her.

Jason, who was seventeen, laughed at his little sister.

Lying on the floor, writhing on her belly, it was all too clear she was playing with her own cunt. And only sixteen years old. Jason thought of himself as very mature and sophisticated. Tanya looked up at him suddenly.

She pulled her fingers out of her cunt and scrambled up to her feet.

"How dare you come in here and spy on me!" she screamed.

"The door was practically wide open," he told her leaning against the door.

"Are you going to wash your hands before you go set the table?"

"Oh shut up! Wouldn't you like to know!" she spat at him.

She pulled on her blue jeans and brushed past him.

"I know you're not getting any of this good stuff," she said coyly.

She slid her wet, cunty fingers across his cheek as she passed.

And she went downstairs to the dining room, stopping in the bathroom along the way to wash her fingers off. Damn that miserable brother, Jason.

He thought he was so tough and old. But she knew that he had his eye on one of her best girlfriends, Ramona. Tanya knew that Jason would give anything to get into Ramona's panties. But Tanya also knew that Ramona didn't give a shit about Jason.

Tanya thought it was funny. She went into the kitchen.

Her mother said, "Well, it's about time. I called you three times."

"Sorry Mom. I was doing my homework," Tanya said.

She took out the silverware and got some dishes.

"Hmmm, homework, my foot. You were probably looking at your horses."

Tanya smiled at her mother and went in to the dining room.

She said, "Mom, have you thought about it anymore?"

"Thought about what?" called her mother, stirring the stew.

"About my party. For my birthday! Did you talk to Daddy?"

"Tanya, I thought we already discussed that. You definitely cannot have a riding party for your birthday. It's much too expensive."

Shit, Tanya murmured under her breath. She wanted a riding party for her birthday more than anything else in the world.

She set the table and went back into the kitchen.

"Oh, Mom, but please! I mean, I'll pay for part of it. I've saved up twenty dollars. And I'll save up more! I'll pay you back! I mean how often does a girl have a birthday!"

Her mother, a pretty woman with strawberry blonde hair, laughed.

"Twenty dollars. You have no sense of values when it comes to money, my girl. A riding party for all your girlfriends could cost up to five hundred dollars. Absolutely not."

She handed her young daughter bread and butter to put on the table.

"But what if I just invited a couple of girls. Just Ramona and Sally!"

Tanya was wailing like a little girl much younger than her age.

"I said the subject is closed. Next thing you'll be wanting a horse. Now, I don't want to hear about this anymore!" And her mother turned away.

Tears came to Tanya's eyes. Having a riding party, getting on top of a real horse for the first time in her life, was her cherished dream. She resolved to approach her father once more on the subject.

After dinner, Mrs. Flowers had a meeting to go to of the Ladies Downtown Beautification Association. She left instructions for Tanya to clean up.

Her friend Ramona was coming over so they could do homework together.

Tanya wanted to get the dishes done quickly so she could talk to her father before Ramona came over. But there were an awful lot of dishes.

Jason was watching her fill the sink with a taunting look on his face.

"Jason, do the dishes for me tonight!" Tanya asked him.

"Shit, no! It's not my night to do the dishes!" he said.

"Come on I'll do them for you on one of your nights, when you have a date or something," she said. "If you ever have a date with anybody," she added.

Jason blushed and said, "Fuck you," and crossed his arms.

"Jason! Please! It's really important! Look, I'll try to get you a date with Ramona if you do the dishes for me tonight!" she pleaded.

Now Jason was interested. "Really?" he said.

"Yes! I promise! And you know how good I am at convincing people."

"All right. It's a deal. Tell her I'll take her anywhere she wants to go in town."

He gladly picked up the sponge and wrapped a dish towel around his waist.

Singing to herself, Tanya went off to find her father.

He wasn't her real father. He was her step-father.

Her mother had married him only two months ago.

Tanya's real father, an Army lieutenant, was killed many years ago, in war maneuvers in Germany, when Tanya was only two years old and Jason was three.

Loretta Jacobs had raised her two little children alone.

For many years she couldn't even look at another man.

Her husband had been the only man in her life and it took many years to get over the memory of him. But then, last year, she had met Burton Reynolds.

The handsome, powerfully attractive young architect had wooed and won the pretty Loretta Jacobs. And Loretta herself felt it was all too long overdue.

She knew her two unruly children needed a father.

She thought that Burton, with his powerful manner and forceful personality, would be able to bring her two children into hand.

Tanya found Burton in the den, reading the evening paper.

"Burton," she said. Neither she nor Jason called him Dad. It just didn't feel comfortable. They were too old for that.

Burton looked up. "Yes, Tanya. What is it?" he asked her.

Just then the doorbell rang. "Oh shit," she said, "That's probably Ramona."

Burton grinned behind his newspaper at the way his new young daughter talked.

But officially, he reprimanded her. "Don't talk that way," he said.

"Yes, Burton." She ran off to answer the door.

But she found Jason had beaten her to it. He was talking to Ramona at the doorway. "That sure is a cute little apron thing you've got on there, Jason."

Ramona was referring to the dish towel Jason had wrapped around his waist.