Jocelyne had always been a city girl. She really only agreed to pay her sister a visit on her dairy farm when she offered to pay all her expenses. Her sister made a big deal about a new compound that was going to make her rich. Jocelyne had no idea how big a role she had to play in all this until that fateful day. Jocelyne was a black girl who got along with most people and spent alot of time hanging out. She wasn't exactly the hottest girl on the block but she wasn't the wall flower either, thin build, B-cup breasts, a sizable 28 inch booty, long hair brown hair done in a ponytail, and was rather tall standing at 5'11'' just a bit short from the big 6 feet. She also had very dark skin that was almost pure black something she obtained from her mother. As for her sister Jackie, she was quite different, serious, dedicated and smart. Body wise she was a bit similar, small bust, big butt, tall body, though unlike Jocelyne she actually did hit the 6 feet mark, and her skin was a lighter shade of brown something she got from her dad.
As to why Jackie decided to call Jocelyne of all people Jocelyne would find out soon enough.
Jocelyne sat in the bus, she was by herself as all the other passengers had exited the bus by now the darkness of the night pressing down. She sighed as it the view showed nothing but more and more farmland. She looked at her phone where her sister Jackie had taken the time to send her a text putting in the stop off address. "Stop at Willow Rd. Cyu soon " she sighed and lowered the phone. Then from the bus' speakers rattled, "Stopping at Willow Rd. I repeat Willow Rd." the black girl couldn't help but smirk at the timely arrival. She got up went out the door, and out the bus to the side where the baggage compartment was opening. Luckily her bag was inside, she grabbed it and looked around, there was nothing but a sign, along with the dirt road and some fences. She sighed, and set her bag down "Well now I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night!" She said.
Suddenly a voice shouted, "Hey if it isn't my favorite baby sister!" She recognized the mature, yet youthful yell, she turned to see her sister walking up to her. She was dressed in a white tanktop and blue cotton pants and seemed to be jogging. "Finally you're here! Come on let's go! It's dark out." She said.
Jocelyne followed her sister eagerly, "So what's this compound or whatever you have?" She asked.
Jackie just smiled, "I'll tell you more tomorrow I'm sure you're exhausted. Let me just say it'll rake in dough like wheat on a field." she said. Her house was a few steps down the road then down a turn where tire tracks were.
The younger sister noted this, "You have a car?" She asked.
Her big sister shook her head, "Not really sometimes a company guy comes for some details or some farmer to deliver some goods and sometimes they give me a ride. Otherwise nothing much to it." She then pointed ahead, "There it is!" she said and Jocelyn saw a 2 story house, that looked rather well maintained, aways from it was a large barn house in fact it was so large it dwarfed the actual house by quite a bit. "Your beds upstairs so get some sleep I'll explain everything tomorrow!" She said and she grabbed the handle of the screen door and pulled it open, she then opened a wooden door and walked inside, Jocelyne followed after her sister and looked around, the interior was so lavish she was surprised she wasn't in the city again. She would ask about it tomorrow, she went up the stairs to the hall and looked for her room, it didn't take long there was a door with her name on it. She walked in and saw a simple room with a single bed, window, desk, night desk, a drawer and a closet sighing she put her bag on the ground and slid into the bed and fell asleep too tired to even change clothes. Quite a fate awaited Jocelyn but how would this fate be thrusted upon her by accident or intent?   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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