13 comments/ 49622 views/ 33 favorites Deer Island By: TxRad About mid morning, I launched my boat and set out along the boat road toward my aunt's house, which sat high above the waters of Caddo Lake. It had been over ten years since I had been on this lake or seen my aunt. That was at my Uncle's funeral. We scattered his ashes on the lake since he had lived his whole life as a commercial fisherman here. My boat has a steering wheel with a row of seats across the middle of the boat. As I approached the mouth of James Bayou, I stood up and steered with one hand, the throttle set to a slow pace. Once off the boat road, the water got shallow and stumpy. Sitting down it was hard to see the stumps and logs. A little farther along the bayou narrowed and got deeper. Deep enough for me to feel safe sitting back down but I kept the speed low. I used to spend a lot of time on this lake in my younger days and even worked for my uncle for a while before College. Those had been free and easy, fun times. That brought my mind to my cousin Janet; the reason for my love of redheads. I wondered how she was doing and what she was doing for that matter as I realized it had been over twenty five years since I had last seen her. Where had the time gone? I tied up at the dock next to the old boat house and stood there looking around. Not much had changed, everything was just a little more shabby and run down. I started up the steps carved into the side of the hill leading up to the house. I smiled as I remembered my cousin John and I cutting every step and laying the cypress boards. They were still in great shape. As I approached the screened in back porch, I heard a female voice say, "Holy shit, is that you, Charlie?" "I was when I woke up this morning," I replied and then the door opened and a tall redheaded woman came out on the top stoop of the stairs. "Holy shit, yourself, you're all grown up," I said to my cousin Janet. She laughed. "That tends to happen. What the heck are you doing here?" "I came by to see about renting some space in the boathouse from your mom." "She could use the money. Come on in, she's not here right now but she should be back soon. She works at the market in town four days a week." I climbed the steps and brushed by Janet to enter the porch. She grinned at me as I did. "You always were shy about things," she said as she closed the screen door. "And you are still a big flirt and tease, and not nearly as skinny as you once was," I shot back. "You've kind of filled out yourself. You always were in good shape but now...." She let the sentence trail off as her eyes ran up and down my body. "A better brand of t-shirt and shorts instead of those old cutoffs but not bad at all." "And that looks like one of your mom's old house dresses you're wearing," I said with a grin. "Yeah it is and I'm naked under it," she said with a big teasing grin back. "At least you finally got some boobs from the looks of things." She rolled her shoulders and the front of the old housedress showed definite movement at the top. "I always had boobs but back then they were all pointy and shaped like cones." "Upside down ice cream cones is how I referred to them more than once, if I remember correctly." Janet laughed and looked down at the left leg of my shorts. "I see you wear longer shorts now." It was my turn to laugh as I remembered on more than one occasion the head of my dick peeking out from under the leg opening of those old cutoffs. "Yeah, I do." "That's a shame," Janet whispered. "Yeah, I miss that little yellow sundress of yours also. You never wore anything under that either." Janet sighed. "Those were the days." "Yeah, I was thinking that very thing earlier." There was a lull in the conversation as we both took trips down memory lane. Mine was of Janet sitting on the back seat of a boat as I paddled us across the lake. Her feet were up on the seat to either side of her hips. Her arms and head rested on her knees. The carrot orange hair on her sex was bright between her tan thighs. "Would you like some iced tea?" Janet asked, jerking me back to the present. "I'd love some," I replied and followed her into the kitchen. I noted that she was barefooted as usual. "You still hate shoes, I see." "Not as much as I used to, they have managed to civilize me just a little," she replied as she got a big pitcher of iced tea out of the refrigerator. "Are you over helping your mom?" I asked as she put ice in two tall glasses. "No, I live here now that Gary and I are divorced." "Oh, I didn't know that you two got a divorce. When did that happen and why, if you don't mind telling me?" She shrugged. "It's been a couple of months over two years and I got the divorce. I got tired of him coming home smelling like his little secretary." "Ouch, that had to hurt. Did he go stupid all of a sudden or was it a gradual thing." "Yeah, it hurt, we had been together since high school," she said as she handed me a glass of tea. "As for the stupid part, I think there was a bunch of that on both sides. I took him too much for granted and he went elsewhere." "That happens," I said and then sipped my tea. There is nothing like good old southern sweet tea. Janet leaned back on the kitchen counter and said, "Enough about my sorted past, what brings you back to the lake?" "I'm thinking about buying Deer Island and building me a cabin there," I told her. "Deer Island? I haven't thought of that place in I don't know how long," she said and then smiled. "I haven't been there since we used to go." The smile turned to a grin. "Skinny dipping and running around like a couple of wild Indians. We were crazy kids." "It sure beats the drugs, booze, and drive by shootings kids contend with these days," I told her. She sighed and replied, "Yeah, I know, I think that is why I never had kids. It's just as bad, if not worse in small towns." "I had one kid, a boy, but he stayed with his mother after the divorce. I haven't seen him since he was five or six. He's like twenty and in college now. I hear from her occasionally but never him." "I'm sorry to hear that," Janet said. We sipped our tea in silence for a while and then Janet said, "There's no electric or water on Deer Island." "There was an old water well but there is no telling what kind of shape it's in and there is an old electric line that runs to a couple of oil well pump jacks, if I remember correctly, off the north end of the island." "Your memory is better than mine then. All I remember is that little sand beach and lots of trees and mosquitoes." "A few dozen citronella bushes should help with the mosquitoes," I said with a grin as I remembered my aunt wanting to know how we got so ate up with mosquito bites fishing on the lake. "You're think about all Mom's questions, aren't you," Janet asked with a grin of her own. "Yeah, I am. It would have been easier if we had caught more than five little fish before we went to the island." Janet laughed softly. "We were in too much of a hurry to have our own kind of fun." "She always wanted to know why we didn't take John fishing with us." "He was a tattletale, first of all, and a stick in the mud secondly," she replied. I nodded and sipped my tea as visions of us from a long time past floated around in the back of my mind. Two young people running wild and free. I usually had kept my shorts on to hide my hard-on from Janet as she ran around naked. The exception to that was when we went swimming. "How long has it been since you went skinny dipping?" Janet asked. I snapped out of my memories to see her looking down. I grinned as I realized she was looking at the tent in the front of my shorts. "It's been a while," I replied. "How about you?" "Never since the island," she said and then looked up at my face. "I had that effect on you back then, if I remember right." I nodded and replied, "Yeah, you sure did." Then I added, "You were the measuring stick for a lot of the women in my life. Most didn't measure up, even though I married two redheads." Janet laughed and said, "There's only one of the real thing. Never accept a substitute." "Now you tell me," I said sharply and Janet laughed again. A moment later, she asked, "So, why do you want to live in the swamp all of a sudden." I thought a minute on the best way to answer that and then said, "I'm single again, the company retired me early, and I'm tired of the city. It's time to get back to the basics." "Deer Island is definitely basic; primitive, almost." "I think that's what I need right now in my life," I said and held up my left hand. The little finger and ring finger were gone and the other two fingers were stiff in a slight curve and almost locked together. "Sweet Jesus, what happened to your hand?" "An accident at work. It cut off the two fingers and crushed the other two. They managed to save the crushed ones but all three joints on both are fused together. That's the reason for the early retirement." "I hope they had insurance," Janet said softly. "Yeah, I got a settlement from the insurance company, my retirement and partial disability. The insurance company dragged their feet and so did social security. I lost just about everything, including the wife, before they got their acts together." "That sucks big time." "Tell me about it and not in a good way," I said jokingly. Janet chuckled and asked, "So, where are you living now?" "I sold my house in Texas for about what I owed on it and moved into a garage apartment on the north side of Shreveport. The garage gives me storage for my boat and motorcycle. They're about all I managed to salvage except for my personal stuff." Janet looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, "There is a third bedroom here, John's old room. Why don't you talk to mom about renting it or something? It would put you much closer to the lake if you decide to build your cabin." "I need to go have a look at the island before I decide. I don't trust my memory completely. I wanted to borrow one of the small boats since it would be easier to navigate the swamp in than mine but I didn't see any at the dock or down behind the boathouse. "There is one johnboat in the boathouse and Dad's old commercial boat is hanging up in there. John comes up a couple of times a year, puts it in the water and runs it. Mom won't touch it or get rid of it, it's just rotting away." I remembered my uncle's old boat very well. It was a wide, deep aluminum johnboat with a fifty horsepower motor on the back. It had a single captain's style swivel seat in the front on a raised deck, with stick steering and the controls to the right side. It was the perfect boat for this lake and the swamp. Janet grinned. "His old boat is charged up and gassed. I don't think mom would mind you running it out to the island and back. That is, if I go with you." I grinned back at her. "Do you still own a yellow sundress?" She laughed and damn near spit tea. A moment later, she whispered, "I remember the dress you're talking about and no, I don't own anything close to it." She paused and shifted from side to side. "Will an old house dress work?" I looked her up and down for a moment and then nodded. "Only if you'll sit with your feet propped up on the seat next to your hips like you used to do." Janet laughed again and shook her head. "Sorry but they civilized me, remember." "So much for back to the past," I said with a deep sigh. "Maybe if you pull the leg of those shorts up...." Janet whispered as she looked down at the front of my shorts and the tent there. "Although, at the moment, the leg isn't the direction it's pointed. No yellow sundress and no cutoff Levi's. What's the world coming to?" "I'll have to check and see if I have an old pair of jeans that need cutting off," I said softly. "You and mom both would shit if I showed up in a yellow sundress. She had to burn that thing to get it away from me." "Your dark tan and red hair looked so good against that yellow dress," I said softly. Janet grinned and said, "My tan isn't so dark these days but then again neither are my freckles." "I loved your freckles. I always wanted to play connect the dots and see what the picture was." Janet shivered and then chuckled. "That would have tickled so deliciously," she whispered. Then she shook herself and said, "Ok, lets pack some drinks in an ice chest and get this show on the road." "I already have drinks packed in a cooler in my boat," I told her. She nodded and downed her tea. A moment later she said, "I love a man who plans ahead." ***** I grabbed the key and the ice chest out of my boat and went into the boathouse to help Janet lower her dad's boat. I need not have bothered; the old wheel and pulleys had been replaced with a modern winch system. I went and opened the door instead. As the boat got near the water, Janet climbed aboard, went to the back, and squatted down to install the drain plug. "Lower me away," she said a moment later. As the boat settled in the water, she moved around undoing the safety catches on all four corners. The winch hit a stop and shut off. I climbed down into the boat and checked the fuel gauges on both cans in the stern. Moving forward, I held the choke switch while I turned the key. The motor busted off first try and sat there purring to itself. "They don't make them like that anymore," I said to Janet. "Although the new four stroke motors like I have on my boat are very close." Janet grinned and sat down in the center of the back seat. "Ready when you are," she said. Her knees were together and her bare feet apart on the floor because of the short seat. I grabbed my cooler off the dock and sat it on the floor. Moving forward, I sat down in the captain's chair and turned to look back at the motor. I centered it up and pulled the shift lever into reverse. The boat moved backwards slowly. When I cleared the boathouse, I made a slow backing turn to the left. When I was parallel with the shore, I fed the motor a little gas. We headed toward the main lake at a slow speed. As I got the boat lined out in the middle of the bayou, I turned to look at Janet. She had slid forward on the seat and had her legs stretched out in front of her as she leaned back on her hands. I noticed that there were three buttons undone at the top of the dress, where there had only been two back at the house. The hem of the dress was just below her knees and flapped in the wind. "There is a lot more room in this boat than I remember. Maybe without the nets, trotlines, buckets of bait, and tackle boxes, it just looks that way." "There was a lot of stuff in here," Janet said. "It took me and John three days to get it all out and the boat cleaned up. It was a mess." "You guys did a fine job. It looks better than I remember ever seeing it," I said but my eyes were on the hem of her dress. The wind lifted it and moved it up above her knees an inch. "Do you know it has been almost ten years since I've been in a boat," Janet said. "I forgot how relaxing it is to just idle along with nothing to do." The wind moved the hem another inch. Looking down Janet grinned and added, "A girl could get in a lot of trouble when she's too relaxed to even move." I looked forward and adjusted our direction slightly. It would be another few minutes until we reached the shallow water. I looked back at Janet and grinned. Another button was open at the top of her dress and the hem was now four inches above her knees. "You can't get in trouble in the middle of a lake, that is as long as you don't sink the boat." Janet laughed and I sighed. She sounded so much like the Janet of old. The wind blew the collar over at the top of her dress revealing some very interesting cleavage. "The wind is picking up as we get out from behind the trees," Janet said as the wind lifted the bottom of her dress a couple of inches and moved it up to mid thigh. "What's going to happen when I reach the channel, speed up, and turn into the wind?" Janet took a deep breath and shivered. "I'll probably end up with this dress up around my waist or over my head." She reached up and undid another button. As she leaned back on her hands, the top opened even more, revealing half of her left breast. "Too bad I'll have to watch where I'm going so closely. I think I'm going to miss a great show," I said with a grin and a deep, deep sigh, as I turned around to see where we were. We were approaching the shallow water and a little to the left. I corrected our course and glanced back. Janet was sitting up with her knees together and her feet to the side as before. The hem of the dress was in her lap and several more buttons were open but there was nothing showing at the top but a v-shaped strip of skin between her breasts. The dress hid everything but her legs and thighs. "Chicken," I said as I turned around and guided us through the shallow water, stumps, and logs. As I made the right turn into the wind, I looked back at Janet. She wore a grin and had her feet up on the side of her hips like the days of old but the dress now covered everything down to and including her feet. She laughed and put her feet on the floor. The top of the dress billowed open from the wind all the way to her waist. Her breasts were fully exposed to me but not to the side. They were larger and still had that puffy nipple on top but now it was pointed more upward as the bottom of each breast was now a small globe shape. I licked my lips and grinned. "Now the old Janet is coming out to play." She stuck out her tongue and then grinned as I turned back forward and pushed the power level forward. The boat came up on plane and we ran across the tops of the short waves with a vibrating bounce. I did not have time to look back again until we reached the edge of the Caddo Swamp past Potters Point. ***** I made a sweeping turn to the right following a line of button cypress. They are small trees but tightly packed together. In some places, you would not even have been able to climb between them. When the channel made a left, I slowed the boat and let it idle around the turn. It had been many years since I had last been here and I was not sure what, if anything, had changed. We entered a narrow channel between two rows of the button cypress and the wind all but died as they blocked it. I slowed to just above idle and turned to look at Janet. She was sitting up straight with her knees and feet together. She was on her toes and flexing her knees up and down by raising and lowering her feet alternately. She saw me looking and grinned. "I had also forgotten how much fun it is to go fast in a boat. Not to mention the vibrations in this metal seat and the fluttery bounce. It's, uh, quite stimulating." I watched her knees move up and down for a moment and then said, "I can see that your motor is running nicely." She leaned forward and grabbed her knees to stop them from moving. The top of the housedress opened to show me her breasts again. Her nipples were larger and harder looking. "Quite stimulating," I said with a chuckle as I turned around and increased the throttle on the motor. I didn't come up on plane but I held us at a good clip for about a half mile. We passed a narrow cut in the trees to the right. I slowed and circled back to enter the cut. It was just wide enough for the boat for about twenty feet and then it widened out into open water with regular cypress trees everywhere. The trees were covered in Spanish moss and cattails grew in clumps in shallow water. Lily pads lined the deeper water. I was following the channel but I was also keeping my eyes open for red circular markers nailed to tree trunks three foot or so above the water line. There were markers all throughout the swamp, if you knew what to look for and where. Deer Island The markers I was following would wind around to the right and cross a set of yellow ones. There I would follow the yellow ones to the left for a quarter mile. Deer Island would then be on my right, if my memory was what I thought it was. From behind me, Janet said, "This is faster but I still like the way we used to paddle down the old canal and come in from the other side." Without turning around I said, "We might check that way out on the way back. I just can't remember how deep it was and it might be blocked now for all we know. It was real narrow in places." "I liked it because it was very private, except for the Potter's Point Bridge. I always felt we were in our own little world. I loved being there with just you and me." I nodded and then slowed as I saw a yellow marker. The channel to the left was wider I noticed as I made the turn but I kept the boat slow for the first little bit. There was a thin layer of duckweed on the surface of the channel, which told me it, had not been used in at least a few days, if not much longer. A dozen markers later, there was a double one to the right. I slowed even more and turned just before the marker between two cypress trees. Twenty yards farther on, I saw a darker green between the scattered cypresses. Oak trees don't grow in water so the island must be just ahead. I made a zig and then a zag and there was land just in front of me. I killed the engine and hit the trim button to raise it as we slid up on the thick leaf covered ground. "We're here," I said to Janet as I turned around. My eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open as I saw Janet stand up and slip the dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor of the boat. The Janet from all those years ago did not hold a candle to the one standing in front of me now. "Holy shit!" I whispered. She grinned and said, "I've never worn clothes on this island and I don't plan on starting now." The hair on her mound was less orange, darkening toward red where it was short. Her tan was confined to her arms and legs and her freckles were only across her upper chest except for a few scattered here and there. I gave a little shivering shake and slowly pulled my t-shirt off over my head. Standing up, I hooked a thumb in each side of the waistband of my shorts. "When in Rome, as the old saying goes," I said as I slowly pushed my shorts down over my hips. My rock hard dick hung in the front of the shorts and then came loose to give out with a meaty slap against my lower belly. Janet's grin jumped back to her face as it did. I dropped the shorts and stepped out of them. "Now, it's my turn to say, Holy shit," Janet whispered. When she slapped at her arm, I laughed and shook my head. "I forgot the mosquito repellant in my boat." She looked at me hard and said, "Dummy," as she bent at the waist to pick up her dress. "I ain't playing twenty questions with Mama over mosquito bites again." "Uh, before you put that back on, could you do me one favor?" She cocked her head to the side. "And what would that be?" "Could you turn around so I can see your back?" She laughed and said, "You mean my ass." "Yeah, that also." She grinned as she turned around slowly. From the side the upturn of her puffy nipples was even more apparent. Also, the round curve of her ass was more prominent. From the back, her ass was a beautiful oval shape with a deep crease. There was a sprinkling of freckles across her shoulders and just at her tailbone. "Just beautiful," I said as she raised the dress and dropped it over her head. She was putting her arms in the armholes as she turned around, her chest thrust out. "You have gotten more beautiful over the years. I never would have thought that was possible." She did not button the dress as she sat down. I was standing on the raised front deck so she had to tilt her head back to look up at me. Her eyes ran up and down my body for a moment and then she sighed. "I can say the same for you," she said a moment later. As I stepped into my shorts, she said, "Can you turn around. I'd like to see the back also." I turned around and slowly pulled the shorts up. I bent and picked up my t-shirt and put it on. As I turned back around, she whispered, "Yes, you have improved a lot and you're not nearly as shy as you used to be." "You didn't know the meaning of the word shy around me," I said softly. "Yeah, but the rest of the world scared the hell out of me. That is except for mama and maybe Gary after I got to know him better." "What happened to your tan? Don't you own a bathing suit or a bikini?" I asked a moment later. "Gary got jealous and mad if I left the house without a bra on. A bikini was out of the question." I shook my head. "Jealous and stupid. Some guys have all the luck and then they totally fuck it up." "It didn't really matter. Back then and even now, I would be too shy to wear one, except maybe around you." "The first order of business will be to plant dozens of citronella bushes so I can get you out here naked anytime you want." "That would be most of the time if you're out here also," Janet whispered. Then she sighed and added, "Why don't you go do what you have to do and see what you need to see while I see if I can find the old sand beach." I turned and pointed north along the shoreline. "It's between those two large cypress trees up that way, if I'm not mistaken." "I'll check it out, so hurry back," she said as she came toward the front of the boat. I gave her my hands and pulled her up onto the front deck with me. Then I pulled her into my arms and kissed her for the very first time. She gave a jerk of surprise and then moaned softly as she kissed me back. Her arms went around my waist and her fingernails raked at my back as the kiss went on and got more passionate. My hands roamed her back and then cupped her firm ass to pull her lower body tighter to mine. With a louder moan, Janet broke the kiss and laid her head on my shoulder. We held each other for several minutes and then Janet whispered, "I always wanted you to do that but you never did." "I was afraid too. I was afraid of what might happen after," I confessed. She chuckled and blew out a noisy breath. "The same thought is in my mind at this very moment. Not the afraid part but the what will happen next part." "I'm not allowing myself to think about it," I whispered. "If I did, you would end up in the bottom of this boat flat on your back." Janet shivered hard and hugged me tightly. "I don't think I would complain in the least but...." She left the sentence hanging. "It wouldn't be right," I whispered. She nodded against my chest and whispered, "Back then definitely but now...." She paused a second and then went on. "But now, we are adults and we know the risks and what not to do." She paused to giggle, "I don't want your kids, just your body." I laughed as I pushed her away so I could look in her eyes. "You women are all alike. You see a hot body and you've got to have it no matter what." She laughed and shook her head. "I think you've got the roles reversed but then again...." She said as she grabbed my ass and squeezed it. I gave her a quick peck on the lips but she wasn't having any of that. She moved her hands up to the back of my shoulders and moved in for a long deep kiss with lots of tongue and moaning and groaning on both our parts. I could feel my hard-on rubbing against her upper belly as we both moved, grinding our bodies together. At some point, we both seemed to need to come up for air and broke the kiss. Her head was on my shoulder as my hands roamed her back and ass. A few moments later, Janet sighed and whispered, "Another kiss or two like that and I don't think we'll need sex to get off." "Ain't that the truth," I whispered back. Janet lifted her head and looked into my eyes. "I love you and I always have," she whispered. "I know and I feel the same. That's why I always tried to find someone just like you but never succeeded." Janet chuckled and said, "I told you, I was one of a kind." I swatted her on the ass. "There you go bragging again," I said with a grin. She hugged me tightly and then stepped back away from me. "Ok, go do your thing and let me do mine. Then we can cool off so we can kiss some more." "I always knew you were a smart lady and I love smart ladies with a plan." Janet laughed and jumped down out of the boat. "I'm so smart, I didn't bring any shoes." "You want mine," I asked. She had walked a few yards away but she turned and stuck out her tongue at me. "Your feet are probably a lot more tender than mine." "You're most likely right but you watch where you step. There was an old home place here many, many years ago and I remember there being broken glass in a few places. The lake hasn't been high in years from what I read when I was researching this place so the leaves are much thicker than when we were here last." "I think maybe I should stay in the boat until you get back," Janet said as she turned around. I smiled as I stepped down from the boat to the island. "You should be safe on this end of the island. The old house was on the other end. Or at least that's where the old concrete blocks were." She nodded and then followed me as far as the place where I remembered the old swimming hole as being. She found the sand beach by raking back some leaves. I went on toward the old home place. I found it easily by the cement blocks laid out in a rectangle of three blocks by five blocks. That would have made the old cabin about eighteen feet by thirty feet. I did not have a tape measure but by walking off one side of the raised area where the old place had been and then the other, I roughly figured the level area as eight feet above the water line. I found the old well pipe but it was rusted badly and I could not get the cap off the top to check inside the pipe. At the far end of the island, I could see the old power lines off in the distance. There was no way to tell if they worked or not. A small generator might be a better idea but I would ask around about what oil company had the wells in this area and who the power company was. ***** I was on my way back to the boat when I heard a laugh. "I'm not in the boat." I heard Janet say from my right. Looking that way, I saw her head sticking up out of the water. Then I noticed her dress hanging on a cypress limb. Turning, I walked that way. As I did, Janet said, "I can resist a lot of things but swimming in this lake was never one of them." "Is the bottom still sandy," I asked as I stopped near her dress and pulled off my shoes. "Lots of cypress leaves and stuff covers it now but it's still deep here. I'm standing on my tiptoes." I took off my t-shirt and shorts. Nude I waded into the lake and shivered as the cool water touched my balls. Then I made a long shallow dive and surfaced a few feet from Janet. My body adjusted to the water temperature quickly. "Just like the old days," I said as I shook water out of my hair. She grinned and moved toward me. She put her hands on my shoulders and whispered, "Not quite." And then she was in my arms, her arms around my neck and her legs locked around my hips. She was kissing me again. I moaned softly and kissed her back. Her breasts were mashed to my chest; I could feel the heat of her sex against my hard shaft. The kiss was thrilling enough but when she started to rock her hips, rubbing her hot sex against my shaft, I groaned long and loud. She was not far behind me with a like sound. A few moments later she broke the kiss and pulled back to look into my eyes, Her hips were still moving but slower. "Do you remember when I said I didn't have kids because of the way things are in the world?" I nodded and she whispered, "That wasn't really true. I don't think I can have kids. Gary and I never used any kind of protection and I never got pregnant." "Uh, yeah but I'm not Gary," I said softly. She grinned and replied, "No shit!" Her hips moved a little faster. "You would reach places Gary never dreamed of." "Uh huh, that's one of my points. Not to mention it might not have been you that had a problem having kids. It might have been him and there is no way to know which one without the right tests being run on both of you." Janet chewed her lower lip and then stopped moving her hips. "I.... I hadn't thought of that." My hands had been on her back. I slid them down to cup an ass cheek in each one. I pulled her hips tighter to me and then kissed her lightly on the lips. "That doesn't mean you can't rub against me as long as we don't get carried away." She grinned and then started kissing me even more passionately than before, if such a thing was actually possible. Her hips were moving again as well. She groaned into my mouth as I massaged her ass. Her sex grew hotter and she moaned loudly as she moved herself against me harder and faster. A few minutes later, she gave out with a muffled yell, her hips jerking and jumping against me. She clamped her legs tighter to hold her sex against my shaft as she came long and hard. I groaned softly as the heat against my shaft seemed to double. Janet broke the kiss suddenly and laid her head on my shoulder. "Oh my lord," she whispered softly and kissed my shoulder. "I haven't came that hard since way back when Gary and I first started having sex." I ran my hands up her back and then back down to her ass. "It's also been a while since you had sex with anyone besides yourself," I ventured a guess. She nodded her head and sighed. "I've had offers but since Gary and I split up it didn't seem to matter too much. My fingers would wander ever so often at night but...." She lifted her head and kissed me softly and gently on the lips. She leaned back and looked deep into my eyes. With a little grin, she whispered, "As soon as we find some protection, I'm going to fuck the hell out of you." I grinned back at her. "Not if I get to you first." She laughed, stretched her arms over her head, and leaned farther back. I leaned my head forward and licked one nipple and then the other. She gasped each time my tongue touched her. She leaned slightly forward and I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and flicked it back and forth with the tip of my tongue. Janet groaned deeply and pressed her breast tighter to my face. I sucked more of it into my mouth and bathed it with my tongue. She groaned again. Her hands were now on the back of my head. The more I sucked and licked, the harder she pulled on my head. I wanted to swap breasts but she was not letting go of me. Her hips gave a little jerk and she pushed my head away, only to pull it down on her other breast. I sucked that one in and bathed it as I had the other one. She moaned loudly and worked her hips, grinding her sex against my hard dick. It was not long before she gave out with a soft gasping yell and moved her hips harder and faster. With her leaned back, her hot opening was pressed even tighter to my manhood and the heat was going up. Suddenly she moved her hands to my shoulders and tried to work her body up higher on mine. "I want you in me now!" she whispered sharply I lifted my head, popping her breast out of my mouth. "No, no, and no," I said quickly and emphatically as I grabbed her by the hips and held her down. She groaned in frustration and stopped trying to climb me. My pulling on her hips made her slide down along my shaft. She moaned loudly and flexed her hips as she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around my neck. She made a little gasping sound and I could feel the head of my dick bumping against the very top of her slit. She said, "Oh!" and then her hips were moving faster. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter. She moaned loudly and then gave out with a sharp yell as she started to come again. The head of my dick was rubbing her clit. This one was not as long as the last one but it was just as strong. Janet had her head on my shoulder and she was breathing hard and fast as I held her tightly. Her grip on my hips had lessened and she had started to slide down. A moment later, she groaned and tightened her grip. A little after that, she sighed deeply and whispered, "Two in one afternoon. I'm batting a thousand today." "Wait until I get you into a nice soft bed and my head between your legs. You'll bat twenty thousand," I whispered. She whimpered and then groaned loudly. "Do you have any idea how long it has been since that happened last?" "At least two years," I ventured. "Closer to six," was her reply. "Damn, in that case I'm going to have to tie you to the bed to keep you from flying around the room backwards," I said jokingly. She giggled like a kid and hugged my neck tightly. "One of my biggest fantasies," she whispered. "But don't forget the blindfold." She giggled again and wiggled against me. "If you tell me your second biggest fantasy is to get a spanking over someone's lap with your panties down around your knees, I'll marry you tomorrow," I said with a big grin. Janet moaned softly and then groaned. "That one wasn't on my list until just now." She squirmed and whispered, "I don't know if I can tell you my second biggest fantasy or not. It embarrasses me to even think about it." I squeezed her ass and whispered, "Butt...." She groaned and hugged me tightly as she nodded her head quickly. I chuckled and whispered, "There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You would be surprised how many women do it and love doing it." Janet shivered hard and whispered, "But...." Then she giggled, raised her head, and kissed me solidly on the lips. I kissed her back as I caressed and massaged her ass. When I drew a fingertip up the crease, she gasped and broke the kiss, her eyes were wide. When I moved my hand back down and used a fingertip to tickle her anus she gasped again and jerked hard. I smiled at her and whispered, "I won't tease you anymore but... I will keep that fantasy in mind for future reference." She shivered hard. "Maybe I'll combine fantasy one and two with you tied down on your belly with three or four pillows under you hips and your beautiful ass stuck up high in the air." Janet groaned and flexed her hips against mine. "I could almost come just thinking about that," she whispered. I kissed her softly and hugged her tight. A moment later, I turned and walked slowly toward shore. She held onto me and grinned until I stopped next to our clothes. She kissed me softly on the lips, then relaxed her legs, and slowly slid down my body until she was hanging with her hands on my shoulders. She laughed, unwrapped her legs, stood up, and leaned against me. She looked into my eyes for a long moment and then smiled. "We are just older versions of the same kids we always were but now we just know more." I slapped the back of my right leg and said, "I know if we don't get back in that boat pretty quick, the mosquitoes are going to carry us off bodily." Janet grabbed her dress, turned and ran toward the boat like the Janet of old. I laughed as I gathered up my clothes and shoes, and ran right behind her. ***** Janet was standing on the floor of the boat holding onto the captain's chair as I pushed us off from the island. I jumped aboard and sat down in the chair, lowered the motor foot into the water, and started the engine. We were both still naked, our clothes piled on the deck next to the chair. I backed the boat around to the right and then turned it left as I put the motor in forward. I dodged a couple of cypress trees and got back in the yellow marker channel. About fifty yards farther down, the power lines crossed overhead. I turned right and followed them. They would lead to the canal that crossed Potters Point and came out almost in front of my aunt's camp. Deer Island "Now I remember the power lines," Janet said as she leaned against the back of the seat, her firm breasts pressed against my upper shoulder blades. The power line ran straight as a sting through the cypress trees. I had nailed a marker to a tree, way back when, a hundred yards before we reached shore on Potters Point. There was a big old house right next to where the power line came ashore. Turning at the marker, there was a narrow channel that bypassed the house and led to the canal unseen. Surprisingly, the old hubcap was still nailed to the tree about a foot off the water. I grinned as I pointed to it and Janet laughed. "Remember the day we nailed that up there. You were driving the nail and I was supposed to be holding the boat but my grip slipped and you went headfirst into the lake." "Yeah, and do you remember the ass chewing your dad gave me because I lost his good hammer?" Janet sobered at the mention of her dad. "Yeah, and I remember how he hugged you when you got him a new one for his birthday." We were both quiet as I made the turn between two trees into the narrow cut. Janet had to duck and I had to lean to the side to keep from being hit by a couple of limbs. When the channel opened up a little I said, "I'll need to remember to put a bucksaw on my equipment list and do a little limb trimming." Janet put her arms around my neck and nibbled on my ear. I shivered and she whispered, "I wonder just how long we could wander around out here naked without anyone seeing us." "If we stayed to the back ways, probably forever," I replied. She kissed my ear and said, "That's about what I thought." Then she leaned back, put her arms around my waist, and grabbed my semi hard dick with both hands. It did not stay semi hard for long with her hands working up and down in different directions as she twisted and turned them at the same time. When I groaned softly, she whispered, "I got mine back at the swimming hole, now it's your turn." The narrow channel swung right and then joined the canal at a slight angle. The duck moss was disturbed in this area. "Uh, we might have company around," I said softly. Janet just moved her hands faster. I groaned as my hips gave small jerks and twitches. A moment later, she released me and crawled around in front of me to kneel between my feet. "You just keep the boat slow and straight. I'm going to do something I used to hate to do because someone made me do it, but now I want to do it." When I went, "Huh?" she leaned forward and swallowed half my dick. Her tongue was licking and flicking everywhere at once as she raised her head slowly. With just the head in her mouth, she swirled her tongue all over it and sucked at the same time. I groaned loudly and she started to bob her head in short sharp movements while holding suction on my manhood, her tongue pressing the sensitive head to the roof of her mouth. If this was the way Gary had taught her to suck a dick it was all for his benefit. There was nothing loving about it but it was very effective. A minute or so later, I tensed up and started to say I was about to come. I got, "I'm about," out of my mouth and her head and mouth moved even faster. I was coming before I knew it. I let out a loud grunting groan and exploded. Janet moaned and tried to swallow my whole dick. Her hips were twitching and jerking as hard as mine were. She was whimpering and sucking on me for all she was worth. ***** I came back to my senses to find the motor in neutral and idling. When or even how I did that, I'm not sure. Janet was still nursing on my dick, her head resting on my thigh. I was smiling down at her as she opened her eyes. She tried to smile back with my dick still in her mouth and then she moaned softly. My hand moved to her head and stroked her hair. She reached over, wrapped her fingers around my semi hard dick, and took it out of her mouth. She was still looking up at me, her eyes open wide now. "I.... I.... I...." She said and then whimpered softly. Trying it again, she got out, "I.... I came when you did." "That happens," I told her as I continued to stroke her hair. "Not to me. I hated to do that or at least I hated to do that to Gary. It had to be just so or he got mad. I always felt used and not loved." She flicked the end of her tongue against the head of my semi soft dick and then whispered, "I don't feel that way with you. I feel I can do as I want, how I want, and even when I want." I smiled at her and then chuckled. "That seems to be the way it's working out." She smiled back, kissed the end of my dick and then sat back on her heels. "How close to mama's house can we get naked?" "Other than the old bridge across the canal, most of the way but then again we don't know if anyone has built a house by the canal or built a park. Or for that matter, if we can even get through all the way." Janet sighed and stood up. Standing close to my knees, she came up on her toes and stretched her arms high over her head. She twisted her hips and then arched her back. When she came down off her toes, she stepped forward, turned around, and sat down straddling my thighs. "Can you drive with me sitting here?" "You are talking about the boat, right?" I teased her as I put the motor in gear and fed it a little gas. She wiggled her hips and grinned at me over her shoulder. "Since I've already taken the stuffing out of that thing, it will be a while before you can drive anything but the boat." She wiggled again and sighed. "I wish I had thought of this first." "Only if it was stuck in your tight little ass," I teased. Janet groaned and turned back to the front. She shifted her hips and whimpered softly. "I hadn't even thought of that until you said it. Now I'm as horny as hell again." I was grinning as I reached around her right side, cupped her left breast in my hand, and pulled her back against me. She sighed deeply as she relaxed back against my chest. We were in the canal by now and it looked much the same as I remembered. We stopped a little ways from where I remembered the bridge as being and got dressed. There were several short lingering kisses as we did. Janet grinned at me as she was buttoning her dress. "I guess I need to go sit in the back." "Probably a good idea," I replied and then pulled her close for another kiss. When the kiss broke, she stepped back and took a deep breath. Then with a deep sigh, she whispered, "Back to good little girl mode." With a grin, she turned and walked to the back of the boat and sat down. A moment later, she pulled the hem of her dress up just above her knees and leaned back to rest her weight on her hands behind her. I grinned as I watched her move her feet out to the sides, her knees parting. Even standing up on the front deck I could see the curves of her ass cheeks on the edge of the seat. I sat down and there was a hint of orangish red between her spread thighs. I grinned and whispered, "Good girl mode my ass." Janet laughed and blew me a kiss. ***** The bridge was much the same as before but there were now two houses on each side of it overlooking the water of the canal. "So much for privacy from here on," I told Janet over the sound of the motor. I was right, as there were two more houses along the canal between the bridge and the open water of James Pocket where my Aaunt's camp was. Janet stayed in the back of the boat until we were in the boathouse once again. We put the boat away and headed up toward the house. As we topped the rise, Janet turned and looked at me. "Mother's car is in the drive so we have to behave," she whispered and then winked. I walked up to her and draped my arm around her shoulder. "What's this 'we', paleface? I'm just happy to see you." She laughed and whispered, "If I hadn't given you that blowjob, you would be waving at mom with that tent pole of yours." I nodded and started us walking again. "Like it would be the first time she had seen a tent pole in my shorts. You used to keep me that way all year round." "I still could if I wanted to," Janet replied with a laugh. I chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, you could and yeah, you probably will." Janet grinned as she started up the back steps. "My word, is that you Charlie?" I heard from the porch. My Aunt Ida was sitting at a small table shelling peas. Janet opened the screen door and held it for me. "Yes ma'am, like the bad penny, I'm back," I said softly. She chuckled and shook her head. "You might be a lot of things but a bad penny ain't one of them. Come on in here and let me look at you." ***** I didn't buy Deer Island. The old electric lines were off the grid and would cost a fortune to get back on it. Also, the water well was shot and again it would cost a fortune to drill another one. There is an old lean-to shelter built on the mound out of driftwood and cypress limbs. A lot of the leaves have been cleared and the glass cleaned up. There are three dozen citronella bushes planted around the camp area and the swimming hole to hold down the mosquitoes. Janet still officially lives at her mother's house but spends most of her time at the house I bought down the road. That is when we're not camped out on Deer Island. She and I both have deep all over tans. Most of all, the sex in the swamp, on the island, and at home is more than any two people could ever dream about. We are as one in everything and she is right, there is nothing in the world as gorgeous and great as the original. I'm just sorry it took so long for us to be together.